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Post by Spitball on Dec 30, 2011 9:46:00 GMT -5
There were times when she'd run uptown for fresh air. She hardly had time to breathe in the factory, and those days when she was free from work, free from the bell and the boss, she actually enjoyed being alone.
She'd hopped onto a low wall, her arms spread to keep her balance, one dainty step in front of another, boot tapping along the stone. Once the wall was high enough, she sat down, crossing her ankles, hands folded in her lap. It was more out of habit at this point, such a ladylike posture, but it was comfortable to her, much more than slouching. Alone time was good.
Naturally, even in the middle of such a perfect park, quiet bliss never lasted long in New York City - it was almost an impossibility, and along came another distraction --
[ooc: totally open to interpretation to whoever replies !]
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Post by raven on Dec 30, 2011 15:43:34 GMT -5
"Sean!" Rae screamed, she had set him down for one second and her one year old son had crawled off away from her. As soon as she reached him she scooped him up into her arms. "you can't do that!" she scolded him.
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Post by Spitball on Dec 30, 2011 16:17:02 GMT -5
Spitball looked up in alarm, first at the unattended child, then at the mother running after him. She looked rather young, but had she remained in prosperity, she would have been saddled with a baby within the year. The thought made her wrinkle her nose.
"Tis not a problem," she assured the girl.
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Post by raven on Dec 30, 2011 16:49:33 GMT -5
"Running off from his mother is not okay," Sean pouted up at her and put his hands on his hips.
Rae studied the girl for a moment and flicked her black hair from her eyes.
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Post by Spitball on Dec 31, 2011 1:39:34 GMT -5
"Oh," she said, mostly unsure how else to respond, once confronted with a mother and child. Children were not her strongest suit. In fact that made her quite uncomfortable.
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Post by raven on Dec 31, 2011 2:10:12 GMT -5
Sean was of course choosing at that moment to be a devil child, squirming in her arms. "ugh! Sean! I swear," she grumbled mostly to herself, since the girl perched on the wall didnt actually seem like she was going to be amusing, Rae plopped down on the grass and set her son down in her lap. Sean looked up at her and immediately started tugging at the bright green grass.
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Post by Spitball on Dec 31, 2011 14:58:45 GMT -5
"How old is he?" Spitball finally called over after watching the kid in distanced curiosity.
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Post by raven on Dec 31, 2011 15:14:52 GMT -5
"a little over a year," Rae said with a smile and Sean waved at her happily.
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Post by Spitball on Dec 31, 2011 15:39:29 GMT -5
"Small little one, isn't he," she observed, a small smile spreading across her face as she waved at him in return.
"Walking a bit early, no? When I was a year old, I was still rolling over the carpet."
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Post by raven on Dec 31, 2011 16:57:50 GMT -5
"Yeah? Hmm, well at least he's doing something ahead of time," she smiled at Sean.
Sean giggled at this strange girl, "hi!" he shouted.
"this is Sean and I'm Rae," she said to the girl.
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