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Post by inactive on Mar 2, 2008 13:13:42 GMT -5
Meg laughed. Oiseau seemed to be thinking the same thing Meg was. She was awfully young to work in the theatre, but maybe her mother would let her stay. She could learn so much, but she wouldn't want to her be a burden to anyone. Meg decided not to say anything more about it. She wouldn't want to get the girl's hopes up.
The more Meg thought about it the more she realized what a bad idea her mother would think it was. Because the girl doesn't seem to have any real parents, the rest of the company would have to watch her. The girl was so michevious anyway, she could really cause some problems. Meg thought it best to speak to her mother about it before telling Oiseau anything. "I'm sure you can." was all Meg said. The problem was, would she ever see the girl again if she went to speak with her mother?
Meg got out her change purse that she carried with her and took out some of her spare change. Meg didn't have much money, she mostly carried it with her in case of an emergency. She handed the girl the change, "Please don't steal. Maybe this will get you by for a day or so. You can find me here when you need more. I don't want to see you getting into trouble." Meg wasn't sure how long that money would last her, but she hoped to see the girl again and maybe give her a nice home.
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Post by oiseauroux on Mar 2, 2008 13:30:50 GMT -5
Oiseau stared in surprise at the money in her hand. This would be enough for two days worth of food. Three days if she spread it thin and saved it. She glanced up incredously at the woman.
"But I can't take money from you, you're..." Oiseau said quietly, she was unable to finish the sentence with a word that would excuse her. Oiseau Looked down at her bandaged hands, no one had ever been this nice to her. Ever. Was this what it was like when you had a mother? Was this what it was like to have someone take care of you? She had seen the rich little kids in the park when they had fallen and skinned their knee's, no matter how nice the mother's dress was. They always got down and held their child, sweet words and hugs. Nothing Oiseau had ever experianced. The closest she had gotten to that was a pat on the head from Scarper, but that was for thievery, that was pat was reserved for fat wallets.
"Should I really?" Oiseau asked the woman, her voice cracking. Why was she crying? She wasn't hurt or injured, nor was she faking it. So why?
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Post by inactive on Mar 7, 2008 16:55:53 GMT -5
"I'm what?" Meg asked, intrigued by what the girl thought of her. Just because Meg felt like being charitable didn't mean she could really afford to give her any money, and she was sure her mother would not be happy with her good deed.
"Yes. Please.... take it." Meg started to get up so she girl wouldn't give her a chance to take it back. No matter what decision she made, she would feel guilty about it later. She couldn't let the girl continue to steal or starve, but she was sure the mysterious dissapearance of her money wouldn't go over well with Madame Giry.
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