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Post by Macbeth on Sept 6, 2011 16:27:06 GMT -5
((This thread is seriously wide open--Macbeth just needs to meet people.))
Good old Tibby's. The place hadn't changed a bit. Hot dogs, knockwurst, halfway decent coffee...though Macbeth had picked up a British taste for tea. She nursed a cup at a table in the corner, reading a book and trying to look inconspicuous. Maybe once, just once, no one would talk to her...
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Post by Sapphy on Sept 7, 2011 10:06:34 GMT -5
Sapphy wandered into Tibby's, dying for a coke. She glanced around quickly for any familiar faces -- seeing none, which was rare for Tibby's, she took a seat at an adjacent table from the only other customer in the place: a young girl.
She carefully placed her remaining papers on the chair next to her and considered the chalkboard menu.
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Post by Macbeth on Sept 7, 2011 10:23:13 GMT -5
Macbeth was deeply absorbed in her book, which was Dickens' The Old Curiosity Shop. Her favorite character was Quilp, the evil dwarf. She was right in the middle of one of his random acts of sadism when someone sat down at the next table and startled her out of her reverie.
And she completely ruined her own plan to lay low by speaking up irritably. "God, the city's just crawling with gingers these days, ain't it?"
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Post by Sapphy on Sept 7, 2011 10:30:10 GMT -5
"I suppose?" Sapphy blinked bewilderedly, looking over at the girl.
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Post by Macbeth on Sept 7, 2011 10:56:48 GMT -5
Poor girl, it wasn't like she had anything to do with the druggie from the lodging house. Then again, she could've damn well picked a different table. Beth shook her head, annoyed that she was annoyed--which was pretty much the story of her life--and went back to her book.
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Post by Sapphy on Sept 7, 2011 10:59:04 GMT -5
Sapphy looked after the girl for a moment before allowing her eyes to fall down to the book title. She smiled.
"Are you in the school of thought of liking or disliking Nell?"
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Post by Macbeth on Sept 7, 2011 11:11:24 GMT -5
Beth looked up sharply. One of the few chinks in her armor of irritability had just been hit like a bull's-eye.
"She's insufferable! I know she's s'posta be this little saint and you're s'posta feel so sorry for her and all, but she sacrifices everything for her grandfather, who's like this stupid dysfunctional child, gambling away all his money and then being like, 'It was all for you, darling!' I just want Quilp to catch 'em both and stick Grandpa in a madhouse, and then maybe he'll knock off his bloody twit of a wife and marry little Nell, and she'll be so miserable that she'll grow a spine and stick a knife in him."
She stopped for breath, remembered where she was and the random stranger she was ranting at, and lowered her eyes to the book again. "Whadda you care, anyway?" she grumbled.
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Post by Sapphy on Sept 7, 2011 11:21:36 GMT -5
"Because I can't stand the little wench myself and I roll my eyes at anyone who does like her. Just taking a consensus," Sapphy said, putting her hands up in mock-defense.
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Post by Macbeth on Sept 7, 2011 11:23:35 GMT -5
She smirked at that, read a few more sentences, and then admitted, "I stole this from the London Library." It was the first non-hostile sentence she'd said to a stranger since returning to New York.
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Post by Sapphy on Sept 7, 2011 11:25:13 GMT -5
"Good ol' London, eh?" Sapphy mocked. "Fuckin' Londoners. No offense."
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Post by Macbeth on Sept 7, 2011 11:28:32 GMT -5
Macbeth snorted. "I'm not a Londoner, so no offense taken, believe me. I'm from the Points. London was a midlife crisis." At the age of fifteen, no less.
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Post by Sapphy on Sept 7, 2011 11:49:11 GMT -5
"How about a quarter life crisis?" Sapphy grinned. "Why London, if you don't mind me asking?"
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Post by Macbeth on Sept 7, 2011 12:03:51 GMT -5
She did mind, but she'd come this far without insults or fisticuffs and thought she'd try her best to keep it up. "It's where my dad was from. His parents wrote all of a sudden and offered to pay my passage. Wanted to see if their granddaughter grew into a respectable young lady." She smirked and played with the corner of a page. "Let's just say I don't think I'll be seeing any of Dad's lost inheritance."
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Post by Sapphy on Sept 7, 2011 12:04:56 GMT -5
"Their loss," Sapphy smiled. "They can keep London."
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Post by Macbeth on Sept 7, 2011 12:08:08 GMT -5
"Yeah. 'Cause it's such a pleasure to be back here." She glanced dismally out the window. "Fucking New Yorkers."
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