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Post by Sammie on Nov 29, 2011 23:07:51 GMT -5
Sammie somehow found her way to Irving Hall. She knew Manhattan but not like Five Points. She knew Five Points like the back of her hand. But with Eastman down and the gang on the loose, she wasn't about to go back -- not if they found out they took her and decided to supposedly torture her. She had to stay in Manhattan. For now.
She pushed the door open into Irving Hall, figuring it'd be the best place to hide and make money. She was a girl. That was all they needed, right? Pushing through the drunk men and somewhat clothed girls, Sammie found her way backstage, curious to see who she had to talk to. Or if she even had to talk to someone at all.
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Riddle
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Post by Riddle on Nov 29, 2011 23:15:58 GMT -5
Life on the run had not been kind to Riddle. She'd already been a mess when she escaped the Refuge and got locked overnight in a synagogue with Erin Green, and it had mostly been downhill from there. Her bruises had faded, but she'd acquired a few new ones; she was much too thin, her hair limp and greasy, her clothes falling apart. She'd been sleeping in alleys, earning coins from any men who passed her way and wanted a "good time." And most of all, she'd been avoiding the cops.
There were never any cops in Irving Hall, and there were plenty of lecherous men. That was what brought her in, and she loitered near the backstage door, hoping to hook them when they came around to meet the pretty actresses.
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Post by Sammie on Nov 29, 2011 23:19:26 GMT -5
Everyone she saw was running off somewhere or already attached to someone. Maybe it was better to just pretend that she worked here. Spotting a girl at the door that was neither working or talking to anyone, she made her way towards her and figured she might be of some help.
"Hey. Who do I talk to so I can work around here?" said Sammie pointedly.
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Post by Riddle on Nov 29, 2011 23:22:31 GMT -5
Riddle smirked and crossed her arms. "What kinda work are we talking about? You don't look much like the singing, dancing type." Though at this point, it was rather flattering to be mistaken for a paid employee of any kind.
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Post by Sammie on Nov 29, 2011 23:24:38 GMT -5
"I didn't tell you to judge. I asked a question," she muttered, narrowing her eyes at the girl. "Do you even work here?"
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Post by Riddle on Nov 29, 2011 23:29:22 GMT -5
"You think I'm gonna judge you?" She snorted. "You got eyes, girl? I'm just here looking for drunken louts who'll pay me double the usual for a quick screw in an alley. If I run into any who only like blondes, I'll send 'em your way."
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Post by Sammie on Nov 29, 2011 23:33:10 GMT -5
"Yeah, I'm sure you will," retorted Sammie, rolling her eyes at her and walking away. Maybe Brooklyn would've been a better place to hide... or even Harlem...
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Post by Riddle on Nov 29, 2011 23:36:05 GMT -5
Riddle watched her go and frowned. There was something about that girl. Something most people wouldn't have noticed, but Riddle was nothing if not observant, even at her lowest point. And she knew so many kids with that look in their eyes...
She hurried to catch up with the girl, not wanting to shout her question across the room. "You ever been in the Refuge?" she muttered.
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Post by Sammie on Nov 29, 2011 23:39:38 GMT -5
Sammie stopped mid-step and froze. "The Refuge?" she repeated, refusing to look at her. "Everyone's been in there at some point. What's it to you?"
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Post by Riddle on Nov 29, 2011 23:44:52 GMT -5
Riddle shrugged casually, circling around the girl to study the look on her face. "Just wondered if you'd heard any of the...news lately."
News like the attack on Heather Mae's, and two girls rescued from Eastman's brothels. News like the massive assault on his headquarters just the other day, leaving maybe a dozen dead and even more missing. News like the sudden, shocking death of Warden McArthur, the murder of a Refuge guard on the basement stairs, and the escape of the now-infamous young murderess, Lena Eisenberg. Oh, Goblin, you and your little pawns really have been busy.
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Post by Sammie on Nov 29, 2011 23:49:41 GMT -5
Sammie narrowed her eyes at the girl. Now it was her turn to look at her. She couldn't have possibly been just one of the girls at the Refuge. She could tell by her tone that she knew a lot. She could've even known too much.
"Anybody who's been around the Refuge knows the news," replied Sammie casually. "You did more than just stay at the Refuge, huh?"
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Post by Riddle on Nov 29, 2011 23:54:16 GMT -5
"Who are you?" Riddle asked bluntly. Since her escape, she'd run into a girl who had been living in her old bedroom and almost married her brother, and now here was a girl who seemed to be as deeply entrenched in Goblin Pearson's mess as she was. Small fucking world.
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Post by Sammie on Nov 29, 2011 23:56:13 GMT -5
"I'm Sammie," she replied immediately, staring right back at her. She didn't know why she was hiding. She had no reason to hide at this point. Eastman and his gang had nothing on her. Not anymore. "Who are you?"
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Post by Riddle on Nov 30, 2011 0:01:16 GMT -5
"Riddle Eisenberg," she said, narrowing her eyes at the name Sammie. It certainly rang a bell. And then it came back to her. "You're one of Eastman's girls...you must know Gypsy."
((Bedtime! <3))
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Post by Sammie on Nov 30, 2011 0:02:46 GMT -5
"Were you one of the girls helping her?" asked Sammie, finally putting the pieces together.
((Gnight! <3))
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