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 Post subject: A Scrap of My Heart [Dvorak!]
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The air was crisp and the roads empty as the sunlight glittered on the freshly fallen January snow that crunched softly as Darla made her way towards the park. Fritz had been talked into babysitting the twins for a few hours so that Darla could have some time to herself, and she was grateful for it. With the strain between them concerning their relationship, the stress of caring for the two infants, and exhaustion of trying to write on top of it all, a day off was more than welcome. She drew in a deep breath, letting her eyes close for a moment, letting the chill wipe away any worries – letting herself relax for what felt like the first time in ages.

The park was deserted and she smiled to herself as she took it in. The branches sparkled above her, coated in ice and she couldn’t help but imagine she was walking in the crystal gardens of some strange, magical land. She laughed softly and it rang through the trees. Always the writer, and she couldn't help but love the snow for what it did to the land (if not for it's temperature). It looked almost unrecognizable now. The last time she had been in this park had been just before the twins had been born. It felt so long ago, suddenly. So many things had happened.

She bit her lip and looked out into the pristine snow on the side of the path, wondering for a moment before she jumped into it, careful not to disturb the snow more than she needed before laying down, arms open wide as she smiled and started to almost 'flap' them.

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A day off, for Hazel Matthews, was never exactly that. She hadn't gone to the factory today, that much was true, but Hazel wasn't suited to idleness, as a rule. She had risen early to train and run and spar in preparation for an upcoming fight. With that out of the way, the rest of the day stretched out ahead of her. There was a casserole to make for a neighbor whose wife had recently died--real sad business, but she'd been sick for a long time, and they'd all known it was coming--and a pie for her coworker who'd just had a baby. Later, she would probably think about calling her mother and would, in the end, avoid it.

For now, though, she was taking the roundabout way home.

Most days, after work, she had just enough energy to hit the gym for an hour or two, maybe pay a social call. Today, though, she had the energy and the time to get out for a bit of fresh air and sunshine. The day was crisp and beautiful and cold, and her breath clouded in the still air. Snow crunched beneath the soles of her boots, and in most places it was completely pristine. There was something special about having this world to yourself, if only for a little while.

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 Post subject: Re: A Scrap of My Heart [Dvorak!]
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It wasn't much longer before Darla realized her two errors in thinking - she couldn't get up without ruining the angel she'd made and the melted snow was beginning to slowly seep into her coat. She wrinkled her nose, craning her neck back to try and see anyone who might be on the path that and might be willing to lend a helping hand, even if it was for such a silly - some would say childish - endeavor. It luckily wasn't more than a moment later that she caught sight of a lone woman making her way down the path

She bit her lip an and drew in a breath to shove down any embarrassment. “E-Excuse meh,” she called, voice only slightly muffled by the scarf around her lower face. “Think... maybeh ya coul' lend meh a hand?” she couldn't help that she was already blushing.

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At first, Hazel thought she'd imagined it. A cursory glance didn't reveal anyone who might've called out to her. Then she took another step forward, and saw a flicker of movement and bright color amidst a flurry of dislodged snow. She frowned a little, wondering if an elderly lady had maybe taken a fall in the slick snow. A few long strides to the side of the path brought her close enough to see, from what she could glimpse of the woman's face, that she was actually fairly young.

Still, Hazel had never needed an excuse to play the Good Samaritan.

To Darla, looking up from the snowdrift, Hazel's features would not be immediately clear. She was bundled up against the cold. Luckily her coat was clearly a woman's cut and style--otherwise, with her stature and confident walk and her hair up under a wool hat, she might have been mistaken for a man. But as she drew closer, her face would come into view: warm, cinnamon-brown skin, high cheekbones, a straight nose and full mouth. At present, her cheek was lightly discolored by a new bruise, and her lip was split.

As she leaned over, she wore the mildly concerned expression of a polite stranger. "You okay there, miss?" she asked, extending a gloved hand.

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 Post subject: Re: A Scrap of My Heart [Dvorak!]
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The first thing that struck Darla was just how stunning the other woman looked - there was a certain beauty about her that immediately intrigued her. She mentally shook away the thought as she noticed that hand and offered a smile from behind her scarf as she took it, carefully getting up without mussing the snow angel and lightly hopping out. Her smile grew to a proper giddy grin and she pointed down. "Was tryin' ta make'n angel - thanks fer helpin' me out so it didn't get all ruined." Still, the melted snow had really done a number on her coat and she shivered, grin fading slightly, arms wrapping futilely around herself in an attempt to keep the chill away. "M'name's Darla Dalibor."

"Drat! M'coat soaked through," she muttered. She looked about a bit sadly; she hadn't wanted to go back in quite so soon.

Beside Hazel, Darla was a few inches shorter, a bit more plump though it was difficult to tell beneath her winter coat. She didn't hold herself with the same sort of confidence, but there seemed to be a playfulness and mischievousness twinkling at the corner of her eyes. Her beauty wasn't outright, but instead of a more homely variety.

It was a moment more before something else seemed to click in Darla's mind and she looked quickly back to Hazel and sucked in a surprised breath, reaching out a gloved hand towards the other woman's split lip and only just managing to stop herself. "Ahr ya hurt?" Concern shown in her blue-green eyes.

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 Post subject: Re: A Scrap of My Heart [Dvorak!]
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Hazel's eyebrows arched as Darla's hand moved toward her face. She had to suppress the boxer's instinct to dodge, innocuous though the gesture had seemed. Echoing the movement of Darla's fingers, she raised a hand to her mouth. The woolly scratch of her gloved thumb awoke a twinge of tenderness in her split lip, despite the numbing effect of the cold air.

"Oh shoot, that ain't nothing," she replied: a rush of quick words and a flash of bright teeth as her smile came and went. With her mind elsewhere, she'd almost forgotten about the damage to her face. The other woman's concern was coming from a good place, no doubt. Still, Hazel was evasive as a matter of instinct. Between her work life and her boxing, there was no overlap whatsoever. Now--with a big fight coming up in less than a month--was not the time to risk blurring those distinctions, no matter how harmless-seeming the acquaintance or how fleeting the social interaction.

As for a grown woman who'd soak her coat making snow-angels in the park, alone... Hazel wasn't quite sure whether that made her harmless, or just crazy.

"Pardon my sayin' so, miss, but you best be getting back inside. Don't wanna catch no cold. You live around here?"

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 Post subject: Re: A Scrap of My Heart [Dvorak!]
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Darla's head tilted slightly and she frowned a bit, looking as though she wanted to ask what sort of thing the woman did to get injuries that made that one "nothing" but the comment concerning her coat had her blinking and remembering suddenly just how chilly it was getting. She winced slightly. "Ah. . .it's a fifteen minute trolley ride," she murmured, shifting a bit and wrapping her arms around her middle as if trying to hold in some of the warmth that was slipping away. "Next one ain't fer. . .fer anathah half hour, Ah think."

She hadn't thought about the chill when she'd flopped down to make the angel and she was slowly starting to regret it. She glanced at Hazel and chuckled a bit from embarrassment. "Ah guess it weren't so smart," she said, nodding towards the snow angel. "Ah jus' ain't had a day off in ages 'n Ah used t'love makin' snow angels." With a quiet sigh, she shook her head. "Guess Ah shoul' start walkin' then. . . Thanks fer helpin'."

And yet, Darla couldn't help that she secretly hoped the woman would invite her to some café or somewhere and they would talk. The woman was interesting (and quite beautiful, though Darla wasn't quite ready to admit her attraction to herself), and the alternative was being cooped up in the house with the twins again. It was likely this that made her hesitate before turning to start home.

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"Forty-five minutes in them wet things? Ain't my place to pry, but that's a sure recipe for pneumonia."

The words were out before Hazel could help herself. Keeping her mouth shut had never really come easily to her. Once uttered, however, there was no polite way of taking the invitation back. She'd told herself that this woman's problems--or, potentially, her mental instability--were none of Hazel's business. It seemed, however, that they were about to become her business. She saw it happening as though in slow motion, like a punch you see coming but can't quite manage to duck.

She couldn't remember whether or not her apartment was clean. Her mother had always insisted that the house be meticulously tidy before any visitor be allowed to set foot inside. She'd known well enough that she would be judged by the state of her home. To the white folk in their small town, it would stand in as a representative of all black families and their general cleanliness. One untidy day was enough to tar the perception of anyone in town. On the other hand, the black folk in their claustrophobic church-going circle had judged her mother as an unwed woman who'd taken a white man into her bed and, they deemed, gotten what she deserved when he high-tailed it out of town without so much as a goodbye. Hazel's mother had conditioned her in accordance with those unspoken rules, and as much as she liked to think she'd moved past the lingering image-conscious fears of her childhood, she knew those memories were just as much a part of her today.

But it was too late now to change course. Even if it had occurred to her to suggest a cafe, she'd left the house--as usual--with empty pockets. She couldn't have paid for a coffee if she'd wanted to.

"If you got noplace else to go, you best come to mine 'til your coat's dried. Mind, I got some things to attend to, but it's better than standin' out in this weather."

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Darla blinked at that, feeling her hope surge - had she really just heard. . .? She smiled a bit bashfully. "O-oh. . .ahr ya shor that's all righ'?" she murmured, fiddling with the end of her scarf. "Ah promise Ah'll be quiet as a mouse. If. . .if ya'd like, Ah coul' cook ya somethin' in return."

She knew it was a flimsy offer, and a bit strange, but it was about all she could think of to thank the woman. She shifted a bit, nudging as some snow beneath her boot as she waited to follow the woman home, almost like a stray cat might. And still, she couldn't help thinking that the woman had a lovely voice, a beautiful face. She hadn't seen a woman like her before and frankly, she was alluring.

Had Darla known of Hazel's worries, she would have laughed. The way her own housed looked, there was little ground for her to stand on in criticizing anyone else's. Between caring for the twins and writing, she hardly had time for housework - though she did attempt it. No, it was likely she'd feel somewhat uncomfortable if the house was in perfect order.

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"Shoot, miss, that's a kind offer." Hazel was hedging. She still hadn't made up her mind about this woman and whether or not she was liable to be a lunatic of some kind. It was too late to rescind the invitation, and in any case, it wasn't as though Hazel couldn't take care of herself. Even so, she wasn't sure she wanted to commit to eating whatever Darla might prepare.

Now that they were standing still, Hazel was beginning to feel the bite of the cold as well. She'd been sweating at the boxing gym, and had cleaned up a bit before she left, but the back of her shirt was a little damp with perspiration. Winter, it seemed, had finally worked its way through her coat. "Well, come on then. Don't wanna catch no cold."

As though to illustrate the point, she bundled her own coat a little closer around her shoulders, drawing her scarf up over her chin and her hat down over her forehead. She walked a few steps before it occurred to her she hadn't yet introduced herself. "Name's Hazel, by the way. Hazel Matthews," she said, and stuck out a gloved hand to Darla for the second time that day.

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At the hand, Darla smiled a bit more, enough that Hazel would be able to tell despite the scarf that covered the lower half of her face. She took the hand and shook it once. "Darla Dalibor," she replied before letting go and pulling her own coat a bit closer. "Ah s'pose you shoul' lead on, since Ah dohn' know th'way'n all."

Darla, for her part, had no real idea why she'd offered to cook - or even what she would cook. She was decent enough at it (or at least far better than the horror stories she heard about her brother's cooking) but generally needed to follow a recipe if she'd never made it before. Who knew what Hazel had in her kitchen, either. There was no use worrying about it now, though. A slightly awkward silence fell over the pair and Darla shifted, checking her scarf.

"So. . .what d'ya do fer a livin', Hazel?"

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Hazel smiled beneath her scarf, and got another twinge from her split lip. In spite of herself, she liked being taken right off the bat for a woman who worked. Some of her factory friends, even the unmarried ones, tried hard to hide their work-roughened hands and tired eyes in hopes of being asked what it was their husbands did for a living. For Hazel, however, it was a mark of pride and competence. It was a long time since she'd had to rely on anyone, male or otherwise, to take care of her basic needs.

"Just a factory job, Miss Darla. Nothin' fancy, but it's honest work and it gets the bills paid." She hesitated then. Not everyone had the same attitude towards work as she did. After all, Hazel looked like the sort of woman who worked. As for Darla... she couldn't say. She wondered if the question might offend her.

Well, her mother had always told her she was too brash for her own good.

"And how about you?"

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