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Post by Administrator on Dec 6, 2011 15:44:12 GMT -5
This is where the huge boats come to dock get and take passengers and cargo as well.
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Post by Avalanche on Jan 2, 2012 2:18:08 GMT -5
((reserved for Butch))
The boats were able to dock, so that meant that Avalanche had a job, and was hard at work doing it. A whole shipment of sugar had just come in and it needed to be off the boat and fully unloaded in the next 20 minutes. The unloading crew was hurrying, all hands on deck because the shipment was rather large and they didn't have much time to finish unloading it. All that aside, they were able to unload the ship in time for the loading crew to take over and load up the exports.
However, that meant that he could head out and grab some lunch. He clocked out for the lunch hour and headed out to the street. He'd had the foresight to pack something in advance, though nothing to special. He moved out away from the boats and the water and went to a place where he could watch people walk by. He opened up a bag and started to eat the sandwich as rich people walked here and there, newsies sold papers, cart vendors sold wares and everyone else went about their lives. He couldn't help but smile at the lot of them. So very different but coexisting, it made him a little proud of his city.
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Post by Butch Bailey on Jan 2, 2012 2:28:29 GMT -5
Butch didn't have the day off. He almost never had the day off. But he'd gotten to the stables ridiculously early this morning so that he could have lunch away from the food begging horses. Maybe he'd even get to have some free space and find something good to eat around here. He still hadn't explored nearly as much as he could have. When did he really have the time to explore? Certainly not when he was scheduled to work and taking care of his amazing charges.
In true fashion he stopped near the friendliest person he could find. He just happened to be eating at the moment. "Would you happen to know a good place around here to grab something ta eat? I'm a little new here still." He just offered the other man a small smile and a sheepish little look before rocking back and forth on his heels. Maybe he could take him out for food in return?
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Post by Avalanche on Jan 2, 2012 2:51:21 GMT -5
It just so happened that Avalanche had been watching a young girl talk to a newsboy with a smile on his face as he fondly remembered being a newsie himself. He was snapped back to his lunch by what sounded like a southern accent? He turned to see a man standing close by and asking for directions to somewhere to eat. He smiled a little wider when he said that he was a little new here. Avalanche thrived on meeting new people!
In a moment he was on his feet. "Well then welcome to the city!" he said motioning to the towering buildings around them. "My name is Alex, a lotta folks call me Avalanche, but whatever you prefer is fine. I'm pleased to meetcha." he said as he offered a hand for the new person to shake. "And if I may, what's your name?" he asked being as charming and nice as he could. Avalanche's normal smile was charming, it was just the way he worked. Some people were scared of him, thinking he had ulterior motives, but for the most part, with Alex, what you see is what you got.
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Post by Butch Bailey on Jan 2, 2012 3:00:45 GMT -5
He was southern. Tennesse born and bred. He had gone from there to here not too long ago. He still hadn't met a great deal of people, and that was alright, since his job didn't leave him much time to meet new people. But he finally had time to meet someone, maybe have some lunch with them and get to know them a little. He could certainly do with more friends around here.
"Thanks." He followed to where he motioned and just smiled. "It's nice so far." He gave his hand a firm shake and just smiled a little wider. "Name's Butch. It's nice ta meet you." Butch seemed to be the same way. He was generally a pretty nice guy. Stubborn to a fault at times, but he'd rather have friends than foes. "You been in the city long, Alex?"
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Post by Avalanche on Jan 2, 2012 3:44:11 GMT -5
Southern, he'd been right. He was proud of himself for picking up the correct location of the accent. Avalanche believed that there was no such thing as too many friends, or having too many connections. For this reason, Alex made a point to meet as many new people as often as he could. He was a king at remembering names, faces, and people. "Butch," he said in response, filing away the name and likeness for future reference. He gave the man a smile.
"Here," he said, "I'll do you one better, how about I take you out for lunch, I know a great bar just around the corner that has some of the best clam chowder in the city," he offered as he put away his sandwich and such and now was at a loss of what to do with it. Oh well. He turned back to his new friend with a smile. "Yeah, I've been here since birth, New York City is home," he said with a grin. "No where else is as great as this place," he added. "And you? You said you're still pretty new around here? Where ya from?" As he escorted Butch toward the restaurant he tapped a newsie on the shoulder and offered the bag lunch to him. The newsie grinned, took the food and ran off before he could change his mind, which caused Alex to chuckle a bit.
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Post by Butch Bailey on Jan 2, 2012 21:28:00 GMT -5
Butch could stand to make a few more friends than he had. A lack of social life was a serious problem of his lately. He loved the horses something awful, they kept him from going completely crazy with home sickness, but he needed people too. A good frienship would do him some good. Next step was to see if he could find a good lady to romance in his spare time. Goodness knows he hadn't been with one of them for a few long years now. "Butch Bailey." He smiled.
"I'd be mighty grateful if you show me the way. I'll pay, I've got no problem with it, after all you're being quite kind." He just gave him a little smile and followed along beside the other man. "I'm from a little town in Tennessee. My ma and pa are still back there with all my friends." He just looked towards the newsie and smiled a bit. "Kids got it kinda tough here, huh?"
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Post by Avalanche on Jan 3, 2012 2:40:44 GMT -5
So far, this guy didn't seem all that bad. He didn't seem threatening, and he figured that Tennessee had to be one of the least intimidating places he could think of. He could only think well of this man for now, and rightly so, fine man he was. Butch Bailey, the name made me smile
In regards to payment Alex only shrugged his shoulders and gave a small, "hmm," meaning... that he wasn't going down without a fight, but they could discuss it later. "Tennessee," he looked at him curiously. "What makes a guy like you want to move to a big city like this one? I mean, surely you can do what you do here back home, right?" he asked with a shrug. He didn't know what the man did, though based on the outfit, he guessed something that he could probably do back home, the man didn't look like a banker, or a factory worker, or anything really heavily involved in industry for that matter.
As for the kids? "Well... there are worse things they could be doin' then sellin' papers, and there are worse places they could be b'sides New York," he said as he shoved his cold hands into his pockets, now free of anything to carry, "however, it ain't easy for folks who ain't got much money, and I'm sure that's true just about anywhere, not just around here. Some of these kids ain't got no money, but no family, no one to cook, and nothin' to eat so... if I ain't gonna eat it, then I know there are many others who'd gladly take it," he said nodding. Alex had been raised newsie since just before he was a teenager, he hadn't retired all that long ago, and it was still very fresh in his mind.
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Post by Butch Bailey on Jan 16, 2012 15:54:37 GMT -5
They could do the bill however they wanted. He'd come here with money in his pocket and he had a good steady job with the horses at the stables. He trained them day in and out, took care of them, and made sure they were in good shape for their races. "I loved the horses there but it came time to get out. I didn't want to just live in the same town forever. There wasn't enough work with the horses there and I wanted to meet someone new for a change."
He nodded his head though. "I can do what I do here back there, yes. I work on training the horses for he races and shows. But it's new here, its fresh, there's more people here, and I'm not within an earshot of my ma calling me for supper. It forces responsibility on me." Butch understood that there were worse places. He just felt bad that the kids had it so tough here. There were so many on the streets.
It really made him want to help them. But he didn't even know where to start when it came down to it. "I can understand that." He moved steadily beside the other man. "Is there anything I can do to help them out? I'm not a fantastic cook or anything but.. I'm sure I can do something, somehow, right?"
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Post by Avalanche on Jan 23, 2012 0:20:24 GMT -5
Alex couldn't help but crack a smile. Well, if one was looking to get out of Tennessee why not New York, he supposed. Lord knew there was enough new people and changing around here, so who was he to tell the man that he'd made quite the leap? If this was what the guy wanted to do, Alex wasn't going to be the one to stop him. If nothing else he'd just say, "Good for you."
As for helping the newsboys and girls... "Well," he said, "You can start by buyin' a paper every day," he said. "And from there, no kid'll ever turn down a tip, so if you can afford a nickel instead of a penny, the kid'll be much obliged to ya." He smiled a little. "Other wise, there are lodgin' houses everywhere, includin' here in Brooklyn." Though he thought about it, and he wasn't sure that they would accept charity of donated food or something of the sort. But maybe, "you can always try and donate food to them directly or somethin' like that," he said with a shrug. "Or give a kid an apple," really most kids would take anything you offer to 'em, so long as you looked like a trust worthy person and not someone who would kill them with a poison apple.
"But, horses!" he should have known. "Training 'em and all that huh?" he said with a smirk. "That's pretty interestin'," he said. "I gotta say I dunno much about horses, I work down at the docks, and we don't deal with horses much around there. But I'm glad you like it here alright! Gotta say, movin' away from home does change things, dun it?" he asked with a small smile at the man. "Ya miss your family and such?" he asked, strictly curious.
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