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Post by Rose on Jan 13, 2012 19:29:39 GMT -5
Rose had been having an...interesting past several months. Her father had showed up in New York unexpectedly to try and convince her to return to Georgia, even though he was the reason she'd been sent away. And when she refused, he'd shown his anger with his hand. Then he showed up again a couple months later and kidnapped her. She also found out her grandmother might actually care a bit about her, which was a shock to Rose. But, of course, the thing that overshadowed it all was meeting Tyler. Or, Whiskey, as she called him.
Tyler was like the one shining light in the darkness that had previously been her life. She'd been empty inside before she'd met him, but it was like she hadn't even realized it before he came strutting into her life. Since they'd met, she knew that she had made him angry, upset, worried, and scared. And now, with the news she had found out today, she was pretty sure she was going to make him all of those things. And more.
Currently, Rose was sitting on her bunk reading a pilfered novel from Tag. These things were fascinating! And very good at taking Rose's mind off things. It was during the usual selling hour, so she was pretty certain of privacy. Rose hadn't really connected with any of the newsgirls, but that was okay with her. She hadn't moved here to make friends.
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Post by Birdie on Jan 14, 2012 9:37:33 GMT -5
Birdie came into the girls' bunkroom with the intention of taking a nice, long nap -- after the past couple of days, she needed it. Being hauled to Queens, escaping, and then running to Brooklyn had earned her a little rest at last.
Birdie walked toward her bunk, violin case in one hand, and paused when she saw Rose. She'd seen Rose around, but their paths had yet to actually cross. She wanted very much to say hello, but she could see that Rose was engrossed in her novel, and she didn't want to interrupt.
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Post by Rose on Jan 14, 2012 9:48:17 GMT -5
"What is that?" Rose asked, not even looking up from her novel. She could see the girl -- for some reason she wanted to call her Bird -- was carrying something that looked like an instrument.
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Post by Birdie on Jan 14, 2012 19:28:01 GMT -5
Birdie bit her lip and smiled a little, taking this as an opening to introduce herself properly. "It's a violin," she told Rose brightly, taking a couple of steps toward her bunk.
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Post by Rose on Jan 14, 2012 21:10:47 GMT -5
A small smirk played at Rose's lips, but she still didn't look up from her book. "I assume you know how to play, then," she said, turning the page slowly.
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Post by Birdie on Jan 14, 2012 21:22:48 GMT -5
Taking another step toward the bed, Birdie grinned. "My father taught me to play when I was little." She set the case down on the floor and leaned on the footboard.
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Post by Rose on Jan 14, 2012 21:30:26 GMT -5
"How lovely," Rose muttered, trying to keep her usual sarcastic tone out of her voice. Finally, she shifted her gaze from the pages of her lurid novel to the girl standing by her bed. "Rose."
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Post by Birdie on Jan 14, 2012 21:34:54 GMT -5
"Rose! That's such a pretty name," she said cheerfully. "I'm Birdie." She folded her arms over the footboard and smiled. "What are you reading?"
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Post by Rose on Jan 14, 2012 21:49:41 GMT -5
Rose ignored the question for now, her brow furrowed as she observed Birdie. "Why do people call you 'Birdie'?"
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Post by Birdie on Jan 14, 2012 21:55:36 GMT -5
Birdie shrugged a little shyly. "My name is Beatrice, actually. But when I was a baby, my mother said my eyes were as blue as a bluebird, and the name kind of stuck."
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Post by Rose on Jan 14, 2012 22:38:07 GMT -5
She nodded slowly, as if she were thinking deeply about what Birdie has just said. "It's called 'The Lascivious Lord.' It's extremely inappropriate, and I can't seem to stop reading it," Rose told her, showing Birdie the cover.
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Post by Birdie on Jan 14, 2012 22:41:42 GMT -5
Birdie flushed when she said the title, her mouth falling open into an "o." She widened her eyes. "I wasn't ever allowed to read books like that," she confessed in a whisper, as if someone was going to punish her for even looking at the title. "Is it very good?"
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Post by Rose on Jan 14, 2012 23:19:29 GMT -5
Her question caused Rose to pause a moment, her lips pursed in thought. "If by 'good' you mean 'distracting,' then yes. I've been sitting here reading it for an hour, and not once have I thought about the shitty things going on in my life right now." Well, the one shitty thing, really. The one BIG shitty thing.
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Post by Birdie on Jan 14, 2012 23:28:10 GMT -5
"Oh," Birdie said as she rested her chin on her hands. "That's good, then, isn't it?" She tilted her head and regarded the innocent-looking book with the less-than-innocent title.
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Post by Rose on Jan 14, 2012 23:36:12 GMT -5
Rose simply nodded, closing the book around her finger to keep her place. "Aren't you a newsie? Shouldn't you be out selling right now?" she asked, one brow quirked. That's what Tyler was currently doing; otherwise she would be talking to him right now. Breaking the news.
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