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Vivian. ([info]vivianthorpe) wrote in [info]toujoursliberer,
@ 2008-07-17 23:10:00

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Entry tags:character_development, harry_fisher, vivian_thorpe

Subject: On the job: 13 years ago.
Who: Vivian Thorpe.
Where: A street in London.
Warnings: Fruity language. Otherwise TBC.
Open to: Harry Fisher.
Backdated 13 years. Vivian is 16, Harry is 18.

It was fucking freezing, and Vivian had already been out here for a good two hours. She'd had one punter, and that was it so far. Hardly enough for supper. Anyway, it was getting late, so there was no supper at all at this rate. She'd have to work through the night, and perhaps beg. Oh, and poor Lil and Benny and the others, they being looked after by Trish, and they'd no doubt be starving...

She forced thoughts of her siblings from her mind as she rubbed her hands together, wandering along the pavement for what felt like the hundredth time that night. Fucking cold. As it got later, it would get colder, and she'd no doubt be able to see her breath soon, and she needed to keep her mind on the task in hand. Her family were Trish's responsibility now, as the second oldest, and Viv had left home to work, which she was currently trying to do. It was important, and not just for the money; more work meant more physical excertion which meant heat. Body heat.

Not to mention, in a sad way, company. For a sixteen-year-old, slight like she was, walking the streets at night wasn't just lonely. It was dangerous.


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[info]social_climber
2008-07-17 05:40 pm UTC (link)
Harry was whistling. Not any particular tune, because he didn't know any. But a random mix of notes and snatches of something that might have been a tune, if the wind hadn't caught it and blown it away. It was cold, very much so, and so Harry had wrapped himself up as best he could in the over-sized jacket, hands balled into the sleeves and shoved deep into the pockets, fingers idly stroking over the thin, delicate chain hidden in the jacket's lining, one point of the cross hanging from it jabbing into his flesh with every step he took. But it was a good haul, and the glass of the little window had hardly scratched him. His arm was still bleeding, yes, but it was hidden by the coat and would disappear in only a day or so.

He saw her through the darkness thanks to the poor light given off through the dirty windows of an ale-house, and grinned to himself as he crept up behind her and then suddenly took her by the elbow. "Hello there, beautiful." He said, smirking from ear to ear, "Fancy a bit of fun? Only two penny to you, such a pretty young lady."

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[info]vivianthorpe
2008-07-17 05:47 pm UTC (link)
If Vivian had been a weaker girl, she'd've shrieked London down when someone took her elbow like that. As it was, she simply started, turning her head quickly, red hair flying. But then she saw Harry, and she returned his grin, trying to hide it under a stern expression nonetheless. "Harry Roper, you gave me a fright!" She gave his shoulder a playful shrug with her other hand, rolling her eyes before letting the grin take over. "I don't trust your kind of fun!"

Well, this was a turn up for the books. She loved having Harry around, and here he was. She didn't care that he may scare off potential business; he was company, and good fun, and everything else she could call him if she let her silly little girl side take over. "Fuckin' freezing out, though, so if your fun involves some place warm, I'd be glad to join in."

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[info]social_climber
2008-07-18 02:28 am UTC (link)
"My kind of fun?" He retorted, still smirking, arm wrapping around her. It was cold, and with the mist rolling off the river, it was likely to get even colder very quickly. "My kind of fun is getting out of here. I'm off home, coming?" He offered, "And getting some dinner." He added as his stomach rumbled unhappily. "If I provide the pots, pans and food, will you provide your boundless talent?"

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[info]vivianthorpe
2008-07-18 02:34 am UTC (link)
Home right then seemed like a glorious idea, and with Harry's arm around her and the idea of food thrown out, she nearly gave in. But after a moment, she sighed, shaking her head. "I've only had one punter tonight, isn't that pathetic? I'm broke, I need to stay out here all night to make enough." She shuffled her feet, leaning into him and shrugging, her arm sliding of it's own accord around his waist nonetheless. "Marjorie says my hair's too red to be a streetwalker. Men think I'm too wild, so they pass me by."

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[info]social_climber
2008-07-18 02:42 am UTC (link)
"It's too bloody cold for any punters to be out, Viv." Harry explained, digging deeper into his pockets and pulling out some of the coins he'd taken from the desk draw of the fancy house he'd knocked off that night. "That might tided you over for a night or so." He said, passing the coins over, "But you have to cook and have something to eat with me." Harry said, poking her carefully in the ribs. "You aren't too red-headed, you're just skinny." He explained to her, "So you better come eat."

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[info]vivianthorpe
2008-07-18 02:46 am UTC (link)
Viv looked down at the coins, hesitating for a moment before sliding them into her pocket and giggling as he jabbed her ribs. "Alright, alright. I'm coming. I'll cook." She shivered and huddled into him a little more, trying to steal some of the warmth that his large coat must've provided him. "'Ere, how did you get that money anyway? You been on the rob again? You're going to get caught one o' these days, and then what will I do, when you're sent to the hangman? No Harry to keep me out of trouble. Or keep me company, for that matter."

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[info]social_climber
2008-07-18 02:56 am UTC (link)
"Caught, me?" He laughed, slipping off the coat that she seemed to keen to crawl into, making sure of course that the necklace was hidden within his closed palm and quickly transfered into the pocket of his trousers. "I'm not going to get caught again. Been lucky once already, not going to try my luck again." He told her, handing her the coat, "Put it on before all the heat's out of it." He told her, helping her get it over her shoulders and then fastening it tightly. "'N maybe some kindly old widow gave it to me for helping her find her dog or summit, so there."

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[info]vivianthorpe
2008-07-18 03:00 am UTC (link)
Viv smiled as she huddled into the coat, giving Harry a grateful look; it was very warm, and smelt like him, and was miles too big for her but that didn't matter. Harry probably could've fitted her in without taking it off. "I highly doubt that, honestly. But I-... oh, Harry!" She gasped as she saw the bleeding cut on his arm, reaching out and pulling his arm closer to she could see in the dim light. "Harry, what have you done? Oh, come on, let's get home so I can clean this up and get us a meal cooked."

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[info]social_climber
2008-07-18 03:11 am UTC (link)
Harry had forgotten all about the slash in his arm, having concentrated more on staying warm for the last hour so, but when she pulled him closer the pain ran straight from the cut about his elbow into his shoulder and then up and down his spine into his head. And he couldn't resist cursing to reveal just how much the damn thing hurt. "Fuck, Viv! Don't go poking it. It'll be fine." He told her. "It was just a bit of glass, that's all." He muttered, but knew Viv wouldn't take much notice, so he sulked silently for a moment, leading her onwards towards the little room in the barely-standing slum house that was his own.

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[info]vivianthorpe
2008-07-18 03:17 am UTC (link)
"Hush, crybaby, let me look after you." She sighed, not arguing when he began to lead them home, huddling further into the coat and leading into Harry, trying to transfer warmth across. His gentlemanly actions would no doubt leave him cold soon enough. "So what's for dinner then, what food have we got?" She slid her hand into his as they walked; if she was asked, she would simply explain it was a reassurance that she wasn't going to get lost in the darkness. And it was, but there was always an undeniable flutter in her chest when she held Harry's hand. "I hope it weren't procured through questionable means."

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[info]social_climber
2008-07-18 03:31 am UTC (link)
"What, dinner?" He said, grinning. "Nah. Bought it honest, didn't I? 'Part from the chicken. I nicked that from old John Barber, but he won't miss it." He smiled, trying to hold back the shiver as another gust of icy wind froze his bones. "But the carrots and pea and 'tatos, they're all legal." As he spoke, he took her hand a little tighter in his, and led her down a narrow, crumbling alley, filled with rotting bits of timber and broken bricks, towards a gap in the wall filled by a door half off it's hinges. He held it open for her, and then, picking their way across the dirty floor, towards a more solid looking wall and door which led into Harry's grand bachelor pad, furnished with an old range he'd no doubt stolen at some point, and a mismatched table with three chairs, all clearly having been repaired.

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[info]vivianthorpe
2008-07-18 03:39 am UTC (link)
Ooh, chicken. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had chicken. Viv smiled and followed him obediantly, stepping into the shack-like structure until they reached Harry's little place. It was more of a home to her than her own digs at times. "Now c'mere. Before I start doing anything, I want you cleaned up and warm." She took his coat off, vaguely noticing blood on her own arm where it'd transfered from Harry to the lining and the lining to her. "Sit down and get yourself huddled back into this. I'll get some water and I'll get that cut clean." She gave him a fond look and handed the coat back over before she went back outside, shivering as she grabbed a pail and held it under the waterspout. Thank god for heavy rain. Once she'd managed to fill it halfway, she hobbled back inside and searched for the cleanest rag she could. "Here we go."

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[info]social_climber
2008-07-18 04:11 am UTC (link)
"Yes mother hen." Harry droned, turning one of the chairs around and sitting down, uninjured arm curled around the rough back-rest, his head resting on the cross-bar. "What are you going to cook me, then?" He asked her, kicking one of the other chairs out from under the table for her to sit on. "Something posh, I hope. Been looking forward to that chicken since this morning. And you can take the left-overs back for your lot, if you want to. It won't do much good sitting here, and I won't have time for it in the morning."

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[info]vivianthorpe
2008-07-18 04:15 am UTC (link)
Viv sat down on the chair he'd kicked out for her, shimmying closer to him and reaching out, taking his arm gently. She wet the rag and very carefully began cleaning the cut, her head tilted in concentration. "Well, honestly, darlin', there ain't much I can do with chicken and the veg, but I can try my hand at roast potatoes. Mum made 'em once, I watched her, I think I remember how she did it..." She fell quiet at the mention of her lot, sighing and soaking the cloth again. "S'generous of you, Harry, but I don't think Trish'd have it. She hates me for leaving, I doubt she'd accept whatever I've got to offer. Her pride's bigger than her appetite..."

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[info]social_climber
2008-07-18 04:29 am UTC (link)
"But beggar's can't be choosers. Do you want me to go drop it off?" He offered, before hissing as the cloth touched the cut again and made him jerk away from the touch. "Hell's bells." He cursed, free-arm unwinding as he went to touch the cut, prodding it even as hot pain shot up his shoulder, causing him to twitch. "All it was was a bit of glass. It'll be fine."

"Roasties?" He grinned. "I can manage roasties." He never had them at home, not with his mother running after her own tail. But there was a tavern that did them, big pile of them, for a half-crown. It was expensive, but good. "And the rest of it can just go in a pot and we'll see what comes out. Doubt it'll be too bad."

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[info]vivianthorpe
2008-07-18 04:38 am UTC (link)
Viv sighed and held his arm a little firmer, reaching up and grabbing his other wrist. "No touching. Come on now, let me finish." She gave him a look before letting his wrist go again, going back to cleaning the cut. There was a tenderness in her touch, and the last thing she wanted to do was hurt him, so she was extra careful this time. "As for Trish... that'd be great if you could. She likes you. Thinks you're handsome." She grinned up at him and winked.

"Yes, roasties. I think I know how to do 'em. If they don't turn out great, well, it's only potato, it's hardly have gonna changed it's taste just because they ain't crispy or somethin'. I wish we had gravy, that'd really be posh." She giggled into her arm, leaning back. "Okay. All done. Now be careful with that, I don't want you writhing about in the middle of the night in pain because you banged it on somethin'."

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[info]social_climber
2008-07-20 05:44 am UTC (link)
Harry relaxed, letting her minister to his arm. "No mother-hen, I'll behave now." He said, sitting still and watching her, his head tipped slightly to one side, glancing from the cut on his arm to her face, glaze darting back again before she could look up from her work and catch him looking. "'M not handsome." He added in a low mutter, gaze turning back to his arm and the now clean cut above his elbow.

"Gravy?" He paused, thinking. "Castle and Hounds, they have gravy." He said, wondering if he could possibly go and sweet-talk the inn-keepers wife into letting him have a jug. "I might be able to get us some. If you ask really nicely."

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[info]vivianthorpe
2008-07-20 05:50 am UTC (link)
Viv chuckled quietly, kind of mirthlessly, standing up and taking the bucket towards the door. She didn't say anything for a while, wringing out the cloth again, before she eventually turned back to him, nodding. "Yes you are. You're very handsome." And then she busied herself with the stove, finding a couple of pans. "Now. Where's this food?"

When he mentioned the gravy, she turned again. "Really? You could? Harry, that'd be wonderful... please, please, please, pretty please?" She gave him her best, beaming smile, trying to look as grateful and agreeable as possible. "I ain't had gravy in forever."

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[info]social_climber
2008-07-20 06:25 am UTC (link)
"'M not." He replied sulkly, getting to his feet and following her, leaning against the door jam and looking down at the cut and poking at it again, frowning at it. "Food's in the cupboard, chicken's wrapped in a damp cloth." He said to her, "I cleaned it all out earlier, so you ain't got to worry about it." He told her, and then stopped poking at the cut and leant away from the wall, moving to the cupboard and getting the various bits and pieces out, setting them on the top.

"Course I could." He said with a smile, "I'll get you as much as you'd like. A bath of it, if you wanted. But I don't think you want to have a bath with gravy and roasties."

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[info]vivianthorpe
2008-07-20 06:33 am UTC (link)
"A bath of gravy would be a sight to see." She chuckled and unwrapped the chicken, inspecting it for a moment before reaching for the carrots. She searched then produced a knife, setting a carrot and beginning to chop. "I think a jug will do for the both of us. Cor, I ain't had a good meal like this in ages, I'll sleep well tonight." She turned and gave him another smile, before hesitating and reaching out with one arm, looping it around his shoulders and pulling him close. "You're the handsomest bloke in London if you ask me, Harry Roper. What makes you think you ain't?" She turned her head to look at him, curiosity on her features.

She sighed, watching him. God, she wished she could tell him how she felt. She'd prove to him he was handsome, and wonderful in all his various ways. She'd be the best little girlfriend ever, perhaps even a wife one day. She'd take care of him and love him like a woman should love her man. But he seemed astoundingly oblivious to how she felt, and she wasn't going to risk losing him by saying anything.

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[info]social_climber
2008-07-20 07:11 am UTC (link)
"You could sell tickets and all." He smiles at her. "Maybe Castle will give me a bathful. If I tell the landlord your plan. Got to be a good bit of advertising." He said, then watched her silently for a second. "But I don't know what you'd do with the custard afterwards." He smirks after a long moment, moving to her side.

"So, what do you want me to do?" He asked, "aside from get gravy when everything else is ready? Not much point fetching it now for it to get cold. We can always get it while everything else cooks..." He paused, looking at her. "We could always have a drink or three while we wait?"

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[info]vivianthorpe
2008-07-20 07:16 am UTC (link)
She giggled at his plan, nodding and rolling her eyes at him. He came up with the maddest ideas. Chances are, it would be what made him successful one day. Hairbrained schemes would make him rich. "I'll make a mint. Come and see the amazing bath of gravy. Perhaps I'll even let people sit in it. Oh, but then you couldn't eat it at the end."

She sighed, before looking at him again. "A drink would be lovely, thanks." She nodded, letting her arm drop from around him, reaching for her knife again and continuing to cut up the carrot. "I don't want to get too tipsy, though. Don't want to take my finger off with this knife now."

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[info]social_climber
2008-07-20 08:05 am UTC (link)
"Well then, why don't you sit down and I'll do it?" He offered, "There's a bottle of something or other up there, pour us both a glass, won't you?" He asked, gently taking hold of her hips and steering her out of the way. "I'm pretty handy with a sharp knife after all."

"People wouldn't be there for the gravy, they'd be there to see you in it." He explained, smirking slightly. "Pretty think like you in any sort of bath would draw crowds, you just need to stop working independantly and get someone to organise your time more effectively. Stop you freezing to death on corners waiting for the next punter."

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[info]vivianthorpe
2008-07-20 08:12 am UTC (link)
Vivian ignored the way her stomach lurched when he took ahold of her hips, or the way her cheeks flushed when he called her a pretty thing and insisted people would pay to see her sat in a bath. Now wasn't the time. Instead, she just went for the alcohol, grabbing two glasses and setting them on the table, pouring out the drinks. "Harry, I need the money for myself. I can't be giving any shares to a pimp, I hardly earn enough as it is. And Trish, no matter what she says, she needs my help... she needs money too." She sight and sat down, taking a long drink before pushing the glass in Harry's direction.

"Thanks for your help, darlin'... ooh, one of these days, I'm going to turn into an icicle. Just... freeze where I'm stood. Hopefully not in the middle of a job, that'd be mighty awkward. London's so cold. I want to go somewhere exotic. I heard it's sunny over in India, maybe I should catch a ride over."

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[info]social_climber
2008-07-20 08:26 am UTC (link)
"What, and leave me here?" He replied, taking the knife and beginning to cut the carrots, glancing up at her as he spoke. "And what would you do? Same old? I mean, you could go be some posh consort to one of those little kings they got. To them, you'd be real exotic, with your hair and all." He said, after a moment's consideration. "Or you could just start working inside."

"Who said anything about a pimp, either? I just might be able to find you a couple of nice gents that would want to have your company more often and you could see them inside and it'd be better than you freezing..."

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[info]vivianthorpe
2008-07-20 08:34 am UTC (link)
"I wouldn't leave you." She stood up, taking another swig from her drink before setting it down and moving up behind Harry, hooking her chin over his shoulder. "I'd take you with me. We'd go over and start a new life. Perhaps make up a story about how we're this rich and wonderful prince and princess, but we've lost everything and we can only rely on the kindness of the locals. Between my hair and your charm and good looks, we'll be set up in no time." She smiled, watching him chop.

"Oh, Harry, I don't know if I'm good enough for that. Not regulars. I'd disappoint, I'm not pretty enough. And I'm too skinny, you said so yourself."

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[info]social_climber
2008-07-20 01:58 pm UTC (link)
He stopped in his motions, setting the knife carefully down, more than aware of the danger of sharp knives. "You're not a dissapointment. And you're only skinny 'cos you don't eat. A few weeks with food like this and you'd be fine enough. Get some curves back on you." He said, head turned slightly to look at her side-long. "And don't say you ain't pretty, you are. Just don't show yourself off in the right way, that's all."

And then he snorted, shaking his head. "You'd pass for an exotic princess, but I doubt I'd make a prince. 'Sides, if you really wanted to make some money, you'd have to be a beautiful princess, on the run, lost everything, with only a bodyguard to look after her." He told her, reaching up and petting her hair. "That way, some old perv will want to give you all his money."

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[info]vivianthorpe
2008-07-20 02:26 pm UTC (link)
"Be my bodyguard then." She smiled as she leant into his touch, closing her eyes. She stayed there for a moment before seemingly remembering herself and starting a little, pulling back and going to sit back down again. "Well, I'm quite sure this kind of food isn't going to be regular, so there goes that plan." She picked up her glass and took a long sip.

"I want to get out of here, Harry. And I want to take you with me. I mean it, y'know. If I could, I'd leave tomorrow. Go somewhere, anywhere that isn't here. I want to see new lands. Meet new people. We'd go together. It'd be good." She sighed, smiling up at him wistfully.

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[info]social_climber
2008-07-22 04:29 am UTC (link)
"My Lady Vivian, it would be an honour for me to guard your pleasure." He smirked, "Or a pleasure to guard your honour, whichever works in the situation."

He sighed then, going back to his chopping. "I could nick you a chicken every day, but it'd get boring after a bit. A bit of pork or beef wouldn't go amiss though, would it?" He says to her, glancing back over his shoulder. "Could get you a bit of that. If you stay as skinny as you are..." He trailed off, leaving his meaning unspoken.

At the mention of travel though, he turned in his chair, looking at her. "You ever been on a boat, Vivian Thorpe?"

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[info]vivianthorpe
2008-07-22 04:50 am UTC (link)
His lady Vivian. He had no idea. Vivian smiled, resting her chin in her hand and watching him. "You'd be a good bodyguard. Savin' me from wayward punters. Sweepin' me away from danger." She sighed wistfully and listened as he talked about food. A bit of chicken or some other meat every day? That sounded like some kind of luxury.

"You'd do that for me, Harry?" She watched him, her expression fond. "That'd be like what them proper ladies have, they have proper food every day... anyway, what do you mean?" She looked at him curiously, tilting her head. "If I stay as skinny as I am, what?"

When he asked his question, she chewed her lip for a moment before shaking her head. "Nah. Never been on a boat. There was one on the river once that some punter wanted to take me on but I declined. Heard the next day he'd found another girl. Took her on the boat, slit her throat and threw her in the river. Lucky escape, if you ask me."

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[info]social_climber
2008-07-22 10:30 am UTC (link)
"Well, I'd certainly try. It's what a bodyguard is meant to do, isn't it? But princesses don't have punters, they have lovers and suitors. Not punters. Think of yourself as royalty, Viv, and you won't go far wrong in life. Don't act like it, but think it."

Harry shrugged, "You need to eat more. You're as skinny as a rake. You'll waste away to nothing is what I was going to say and I don't want that to happen to you. So if you need me to get you grub, I will." He told her, patting her head again, "If I don't look after you, goodness knows who will."

"I've been on a boat. A prison barge. I don't particulally want to go on a boat ever again." Harry said simply, with a private shudder. He was never, ever, going to step foot in one of those places again. In fact, he'd rather hang. Which, he supposed, was good, as he wouldn't be getting a third chance.

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[info]vivianthorpe
2008-07-22 10:41 am UTC (link)
Royalty. The idea seemed fantastical, out of her grasp, and she shook her head. "But I ain't royalty, Harry. I'm Viv. I come from the rough end of London, my dad drank himself to his grave, Mum's gone, Trish hates me... I never get no punters... hardly a princess, am I?" She sighed, resting her hand on her chin as she thought of food.

"Oh, Harry, you're too good to me." She stood up again and went back around to him, hugging his shoulders and laying her head against his upper back. "I don't know what I'd do without you. End up in the river, probably. Grisly end. Not nice." She lifted her head to hook her chin over his shoulder again, watching him. "You ain't going back to prison, not on my watch, darlin'." She remembered it, clear as day. She'd been 14, her mother had just disappeared, she'd just gone through the traumatic experience of her first punter, and then Harry had been sent away. She'd been broken apart. "I'd miss you too much. I'd starve, and I'd get beaten up. No bodyguard, see." She hugged him a little tighter, fondly, closing her eyes. "Or you'd hang, and god knows, I wouldn't survive that."

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[info]social_climber
2008-07-22 10:52 am UTC (link)
Harry looked at her, and sighed. "That's the thing, Viv. That's the thing. You've got no faith in yourself, no self-worth. Doesn't matter about Trish and the rest- you're a princess, you got to start thinking better of yourself, looking after yourself. That's the thing, it's how you start climbing the ladder."

"You wouldn't be the only one not to survive." He said, but shrugged it all off. "I'm not planning to get caught again, Viv, you know that. I've gone through a whipping, and I've spent more time than I'd like to remember of a floating hell. Not planning to get caught ever again." He smiled, patting her once more, finishing off the carrots a moment later. "So, carrots done. What now, chef?"

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[info]vivianthorpe
2008-07-22 11:00 am UTC (link)
"You think I'm a princess?" If Harry thought that highly of her, well, it had to be worth something, didn't it? She had to be worth something, for Harry to think of her like that. She wasn't quite convinced yet, but it was a start. "Even though I'm too skinny and my hair's too red?" She let go of him, leaning against the side and sighing.

"Uhm... 'tatoes next. Got to peel them. Can you do that? I'll do it, I should be, I said I'd cook..." She reached over and took the knife, picking up a potato and very carefully beginning to peel the skin. "See, this is what worries me. If you're out stealing food for me every day, then the chances of you getting caught go right up. I'd rather die than see you hang because you didn't want me to starve."

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[info]social_climber
2008-07-22 12:23 pm UTC (link)
"I think you could be, if you wanted to be, Viv." He explained, "You just have to believe that you are, and have some respect for yourself. It doesn't matter about other people, as long as you look after yourself." Harry told her, reaching for the potatoes, carefully beginning to turn on against the edge of the knife, the peel coming off in curls. "And although you're skinny, that can be fixed. And you're hair is very pretty."

"Do you think I'd get caught so easy stealing food?" He said, laughing, "How do you think I eat every day? Beg, borrow, steal. Well, not beg, just... weasel my way to free meals."

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[info]vivianthorpe
2008-07-22 01:06 pm UTC (link)
Viv listened, trying to take it on board. She didn't want to go through life having no self-worth forever. It was souldestroying. But unfortunately, so was unrequited love, and it contributed greatly to her lack of self-esteem when she pined for a boy who apparently didn't see her in that way whatsoever. She began to wonder what was wrong with her. Was she not pretty enough? Was it the skinny thing? If she ate more, perhaps he'd like her. It was worth a try. "I'll give it a go. No promises, though."

She kicked her leg out absentmindedly and went over to the pail, picking it up and going to the door, chucking the water out. She noticed the dried blood on her own again from earlier, and wiped it off with the cloth. "I still worry about you. How's your arm? Does it hurt?" She glanced back at him, her hair flying a little as she turned her head. It had come out of it's clasp, and she noticed, looking down to search the floor for it, unable to see it. "My hair thing is gone... can you see it? That cost a lot..."

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[info]social_climber
2008-07-22 03:21 pm UTC (link)
"No promises." He agrees, looking over to her and leaning back in his chair, not concentrating on the knife in his hand and completely missing the potatoe in the other, and managing to deeply slicing his thumb. He cursed, setting the knife and vegetable down, and sucking on the wound, cursing again. "Funny you manage my arm." He manages around the digit in his mouth, before getting to his feet. "Lemme have a look..." He said, in responce to her request to find her hair grip. "What is it? What's it look like?" He asked her, getting to his knees to look under the broken table.

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[info]vivianthorpe
2008-07-22 03:31 pm UTC (link)
Viv gasped as he cursed; he'd hurt himself again! She sighed as he got to his knees, kneeling down beside him and taking his hand, not hesitating as she then put Harry's thumb in her own mouth. The taste of blood didn't bother her. "You aren't doing well today," She spoke around his thumb, reaching for the cloth and wrapping it around the digit once she was sure it was clean enough. Out of the corner of her eye, something shone, and she sighed, grabbing her clasp. "There you are." She reclasped her hair, then paused, before climbing under the table, sitting down and smiling out at Harry. "Remember when your mum used to scare me and I'd hide under the table?"

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