Tara
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Post by Tara on Sept 26, 2011 10:33:51 GMT -5
Tara was not in the habit of hanging around Newspaper Row, eyeing the distribution center, at an ungodly hour of the morning when she was still supposed to be in her dorm. But she was hoping to run into some of her friends among the newsies. Maybe Wraith or Goblin, maybe Racetrack or Moonshine or Risk...or, you know, maybe Jack Kelly. Just maybe.
She fussed with her hair and her skirt a bit, then noticed the large statue of Horace Greeley in the middle of the square. Struck with inspiration, she climbed up into its lap, ignoring the startled looks of a handful of little boys, and straightened up to scan the area.
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Post by jackkelly on Sept 26, 2011 11:39:02 GMT -5
As Jack sauntered into newsies square with a yawn he paused as he saw a bunch of the young guys balking and laughing, pointing at a girl sitting in Mr. Greely's lap. Jack glanced up at the girl and his jaw literally fell open. Tara? And he just noticed that some of his fellow newsies were staring up her skirt. Wonderful.
Jack jogged over the there. "Uh...you should get down from there. You're giving some dirty ten year olds a great show." He smirked at her.
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Post by Tara on Sept 26, 2011 12:58:33 GMT -5
Tara looked down and gasped indignantly. She smacked each of the young newsboys upside the head in quick succession. They yelped and scattered, and she grinned and made it down to the ground in a few careful hops. "Hi, Jack! How have you been?"
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Post by jackkelly on Sept 26, 2011 14:33:36 GMT -5
"Pretty good," He paused for a second and then just couldn't help but blurt out, "What the hell are you doing down here?" He started laughing.
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Tara
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Post by Tara on Sept 26, 2011 18:06:57 GMT -5
"Well, uh...truth is, I had a fight with one of my roommates last night. Didn't really want to see her in our penmanship class this morning, so...here I am!" She smiled brightly. "Need any help selling your papers? I'm pretty good at it. Just ask Risk."
The truth was, the roommate she referred to had just gotten a boyfriend and ended their little fling...right when Tara was getting attached. It always happened that way. The girls she lured into her bed at Miss Porter's were mostly just experimenting, and they got bored after a while, or had some big wave of guilt or crisis of faith. She'd been hopeful when she'd hunted down Clara again--but Clara wasn't really Clara anymore, she was Wraith, and Wraith had apparently met someone new. So Tara saw no reason why she shouldn't do the same.
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Post by jackkelly on Sept 26, 2011 18:13:04 GMT -5
"Nah I don't need help selling my papes, I can push a hundred on my own," He smirked at her. "But ya know...if you wanna try your hand by yourself I don't see why the boys would mind." Jack shrugged and started walking into the distribution center.
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Tara
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Post by Tara on Sept 26, 2011 18:44:56 GMT -5
Tara followed him happily. "You think so? I don't want to look frivolous...but it would be practical, really, because I never have any money of my own. My parents send me an allowance, but I have to spend it exactly the way they tell to me to--clothes, books, things for my trousseau..." She pronounced this last word as if it were a curse, then quieted down for once as she lined up behind Jack, imagining what she would do with her own hard-earned cash.
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Post by jackkelly on Sept 26, 2011 18:52:23 GMT -5
"What's a trousseau?" Jack raised an eyebrow at her and lit a cigarette against the wall, he took a drag.
"You really do live in a whole nother world..."
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Tara
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Post by Tara on Sept 26, 2011 19:07:41 GMT -5
Tara rolled her eyes. "It's linnens for a wedding, and for married life afterward. Dresses and towels and sheets and...doilies and such."
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Post by jackkelly on Sept 26, 2011 19:33:44 GMT -5
Jack literally gaped at her, "you're engaged?" He asked her. He was shocked. "Figures..."
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Tara
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Post by Tara on Sept 26, 2011 20:03:10 GMT -5
"No!" Tara scowled. "Yes," she admitted after a moment, her face relaxing as she sighed. "Technically. But it doesn't matter, because I'm never marrying him. So...it's really less of an engagement and more of a massive delusion on the part of our families." She looked at him with wide eyes, hoping he could understand.
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Post by jackkelly on Sept 26, 2011 20:17:51 GMT -5
Jack laughed, "you know I almost believe that, but you're gonna have to marry him eventually...just do yourself a favor and keep putting it off." He smiled at her.
Jack stepped up to the window and bought his usual hundred papes for the day.
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Post by Tara on Sept 26, 2011 20:40:52 GMT -5
"Oh, I will." Tara smirked evilly to herself, then walked up to the window. Weasel took one look at her and guffawed. "You've got to be kidding to me!" Tara scowled again and looked to Jack for help.
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Post by jackkelly on Sept 26, 2011 21:22:39 GMT -5
"Wease sell her the papes would ya? She's with me. " Jack said impatiently.
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Tara
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Post by Tara on Sept 26, 2011 22:00:50 GMT -5
Grumbling, Weasel slapped twenty papers down on the counter, assuming Tara couldn't handle any more than that. "Ten cents, little miss! Or one button off that swanky jacket," he added with a snort. Tara stuck her tongue out at him and gave him a dime. She heaved the papers off the counter, scanned the top one, and flipped straight to the society pages. Those were the headlines she knew best. "Hmm. 'Respected Business Tycoon Martin Abillard Dies of Sudden Illness.' Oh, for God's sake, everyone knows what really happened." She waved the paper in the air. "Martin Abillard shoots himself in his parlor, widow sells art collection to pay off debts!"
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