Roleplay
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Thread Topic: Roleplay
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Anne proceeded to pack up, hanging her apron on a hook behind her and closing the glass container of bread, which was almost empty. She looked outside the window, noticing the street urchin, and walked out the door to sit next to her.
Anne stared off into the horizon, before eventually saying, 'I never got your name.' -
Lily looked up surprised. She stood up leaning against the wall. "Uhm, Lily" she replied. She'd never been asked her name before, it felt nice to be called something other then Rat or Street Urchin. "Yours?"
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'Barlow,' she said with a smile, holding out her hand for Lily to shake. 'Anne Barlow.'
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Lily hesitated at the gesture not sure how to reply. To her surprise she took Anne's hand and shook it gently scared Anne would recoil from her smell. "I don't know my last-name" she added.
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Anne was confused greatly by this. 'Really?' she said, returning her arm to her side.
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Lily nodded and frowned. "My parents died when I was little so my siblings looked after me, I don't really want to talk about what happened to them, but I've been on my own since I was about four years old maybe?" she replied sadly.
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This also confused Anne. Children should have a family and food and money, not grit underneath their fingernails or dust smeared on their cheeks or a terrible smell that lingers around them constantly.
What she had been taught was that children should be plump and happy, not skinny and sad.
'Oh,' she responded, unsure of how to reply. -
"Please don't feel sorry for me, everyone's families different eh? Mine's just on my own" she replied struggling to stop her voice cracking on her last sentence.
"Anyway, Anne, how old are you?" -
Anne responded with, '14,' absentmindedly. She was still thinking about how Lily didn't have a home, money, food, or even a family. It made her feel strange in the stomach.
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"Same, I think. It's kind of hard to keep track of things out here" Lily replied looking up at Anne and her fancy clothes, the way she talked. It was nothing like Lily's cockney accent, way more posh.
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Again, Anne frowned. How could someone not know their age? This was something she didn't understand, and she didn't like not understanding things.
Hastily she recovered herself and said, 'Yeah, makes sense...' in her British accent. 'It is getting dark. I should go back inside.' She took a step backwards, though didn't turn around. 'See you tomorrow, I suppose?' -
Lily shrugged. "Dunno. Maybe, I tend to sleep underneath the village bridge, about a couple of miles a way from here. Gives me shelter you know? But I usually move around a bit"
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Anne tried not to grimace at Lily's slang. It didn't irritate her, she just didn't like the sound of it. 'Alright. Well, I hope our paths cross again someday,' she said, walking back into the bakery. The bell tinkled as she opened and closed the door.
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Lily sighed as Anne disappeared into the bakery. It was obvious she didn't like the way she spoke. Instead of trailing back to the bridge she walked down the street, turned the corner and lay down on a pile of old potato sacks and fell to sleep.
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Anne took the steps two at a time. It was always a pain going up them, as her room was at the very top.
Bailey was waiting for her. 'Father wants to talk to you,' he said matter-of-factly. Anne took a few more steps and got to the second floor. It was a lounge room and an office and went off to the side.
'Father?' Anne asked, stepping into the dark office, fiddling with her hands.
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