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Post by Administrator on May 8, 2009 12:52:26 GMT -5
Dank humid air, old broken windows, the hum of rusty old machines, and the occasional passing through of one of the guards managers.
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Post by clyde on May 21, 2009 13:00:37 GMT -5
Clyde paced by the window, looking out over the working kids and occasionally stopping to shout and threaten them if they appeared to be slacking. He took a drag on his cigarette as he thoughtfully surveyed the unoccupied machines, knowing they too would soon be running. If it were up to him he would already have gotten more kids, but his boss wanted him to be careful. Protocol advised him to wait a few weeks until going out again to ensure discretion.
He scoffed at the thought, leaning against the widow frame and peering out the shattered pane. They were kidnapping helpless children who were a drag on society and had no family to notice their absence-- how could they possibly get caught?
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Post by Jem on Jun 3, 2009 20:48:33 GMT -5
Jem was busy focused on his work at this point. He was getting irritated, though he'd been taking roll around the place recently. From what he could tell... he was the only one from Queens, but there were several Bronx and Manhattan people here! ...but still no one from Brooklyn?
He wished he could send a message to someone... let them know that they were all in there! He would keep his eyes open for more people popping up, and he would remember to ask them where they were from. He glanced over at the people around them, and tried to offer encouraging smiles... but that was becoming more difficult by the day.
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Post by Nike Kennedy on Jun 3, 2009 23:02:18 GMT -5
“Yeah?! Well so’s you’re aul wan!” Nike was shoved through a door into the back of the workhouse, blinking painfully in the light. She’d had a bag over her head so long, her eyes had become accustomed to the dark. Speaking of her head, it chose that moment to throb painfully in the spot where she’d been hit last night (or however long ago it had been… She had lost track of time in the darkness). “Damnit!” Nike hissed painfully and rubbed the sore spot. She was about to let loose a whole string of cuss words that would have made her mum go bald when she noticed Jem.
“Jem! They got ya too, boyo?” She shook her head and clicked her tongue in confusion. “What the bullocks is goin’ on here?”
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Post by Jem on Jun 4, 2009 5:30:33 GMT -5
He smiled a little bit more at the sight of Nike. That meant there were 2 queens kids! He didn't feel completely confused and alone anymore. But why no Brooklyn yet? That was what confused him.
"I dunno... but you had better get to work before you get in real big trouble," he warned her. "And be careful what you say! You don't wanna make the people around here mad. It just ends up getting everyone in trouble!"
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Post by Nike Kennedy on Jun 4, 2009 13:07:17 GMT -5
She frowned a bit at the sound of fear in Jem’s voice. “Well, I would, but they haven’t told me what to do yet. Guess you’ll have to show me, eh?” She tried to give him an encouraging smile, but was afraid it came out looking more like a grimace.
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Post by Jem on Jun 4, 2009 17:15:56 GMT -5
He laughed a little bit at her smile. "you're funny," he said quietly. "Well, come here, I'll teach ya," he said. "How did they catch ya?" he asked looking at her first. "Some... back alley or somethin? Did you see anythin'?" he asked. He wanted to get as much info as possible, he was eavesdropping on everything. He figured, if he got out of here then he could tell Prince... or the cops if she thought it was okay. But then if one person got out then... they could relay information, he wanted to help anyone with any escape attempt, and in the mean time tried to collect as much info as possible! He was a smart little kid... but it just seemed like the good idea for the time.
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Post by shiner on Jun 6, 2009 23:50:51 GMT -5
"Jem," Shiner passed him, and spoke in a soft warning tone, stopping beside him, beginning work on the machine beside his. Even a hint of wanting to escape meant trouble. And asking anything about the outside meant just that. Shiner was sure their captors weren't half as dumb as they looked.
One of the guards glared their way and Shiner looked to the machine and glanced to Nike, not thinking she'd seen her before on the outside. "I'm Shiner..."
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Post by Nike Kennedy on Jun 7, 2009 0:49:41 GMT -5
“Well I’ll tell ya,” Nike was in full story telling mode now. “There I was leaving Medda’s, not a care in the world, dark shadows all around me! ‘course that didn’t bother me a bit, ‘cause I’m really fast. So I take off running toward Queens only to find my path blocked by three huge guys! I turn to take another rout, but it’s blocked too! Hoping to find another path, I turn into an ally and am forced to stop short.” Nike paused for dramatic effect, “It was a dead end. There’s some noise behind me so I turn as fast as I can, but not fast enough. Suddenly everything goes black!” She threw up her hands in annoyance.
“Next thing I know I wake up in the back of a carriage with a bag over my head and a headache the size of New York!” She walked over to where Jem was standing and looked around the workhouse. “So no, I didn’t see anything useful.” She shrugged then grinned down at Jem, deciding not to let the cotton filled air and dismal atmosphere get her down. Someone had to keep the spirits up and it might as well be her.
"I'm Shiner..."
Nike looked up as another girl joined them, giving her a smile and a small wave. “I’m Nike, from Queens. Where’d they get you from?” She began copying what Jem and Shiner were doing, not wanting to attract the wrong kind of attention by not working.
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Post by Jem on Jun 7, 2009 1:56:51 GMT -5
Jem nodded to shiner.
"She's from Manhattan," he explained to Nike. "She's real nice."
Jem listened intently to everything that Nike said about her kidnapping. All very important details to him, he hoped anyway... that meant there were a lot of people involved, it wasn't just a few people here and there, it would be a lot of people. Interesting. "Are you okay?" he asked. "I mean your head and everything?" he asked hoping that she was okay. After all, it was no good if she was hurt, he'd worry.
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Post by shiner on Jun 7, 2009 11:34:36 GMT -5
Shiner looked rather displeased with Nike's story. The drama of it all. Yes, it was probably exactly how it happened and while Shiner might have applauded her for such riveting storytelling, it did little good to scare the younger kids in that way. But Jem hardly seemed frightened. He answered Nike's question and Shiner felt foolish. She smiled slowly and blushed as the kid mentioned how nice she was.
Jem looked very thoughtful and even more determined for a moment before expressing his concern for Nike. She'd let Nike quell the boy's fears of injury before telling her own story.
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Post by Nike Kennedy on Jun 7, 2009 13:25:25 GMT -5
"Yeah, I'm fine, sprog! Don't worry 'bout me, kay?" She ruffled the kid's hair, "We've got bigger things goin on." She glanced around them to prove her point. "So how 'bout you two? How'd you get roped into this mess?"
She was a quick learner and was beginning to get the hang of the work they were doing. She started working faster and faster, only get get her finger cut. She sucked the wound to make it stop bleeding, at the same time giving her head a slight shake to let Jem know she was fine.
Sprog (n): kid
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Post by Jem on Jun 7, 2009 23:41:19 GMT -5
He shrugged. "I was out sellin' papers. A guy waved at me from down an alley, and and I went down to sell him a paper... then there were two guys... and then I wasn't awake anymore," he explained it all as though he was telling the life story of a teddy bear. "And then I woke up in a bed down in the bedroom," he said nodding. His story was nothing interesting or exciting, but he was okay with that.
He looked over at Shiner, waiting to see if she would tell her story too. He hoped she would, he wanted to hear, and maybe learn some more.
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Post by shiner on Jun 8, 2009 15:33:03 GMT -5
Shiner glanced to Jem, and attempting to be more careful of her work than Nike, not to cut herself.
"I was with a friend... I broke away from him for only a moment, and a man grabbed me. This was down by the habor. In the afternoon." She spoke simply and hoped to add just a touch of hope to her story. She knew she could count on a few people to be looking for her. Avalanche certainly wouldn't think she had ditched out on him. Her uncle was expecting her home and she should have been meeting Dutchy at Irving Hall today, this morning, for her new job as an occasional stage hand he had gotten for her. She wished she was there with him right now. Moving the costumes about, readying th set for tonight's performance...
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Post by muse on Jun 9, 2009 22:18:04 GMT -5
Muse cursed as she was pushed into the room. "Stop shovin', I'm movin' I'm movin'." She said as she stumbled a bit, but then stood up straight pushing her hair away from her face. She glared at the door that was now closed and turned looking around the room she noticed all the machines. Walking over to one she made a face, she had no clue how to work one of these machines. Glancing down the area she was in she finally noticed the others in the room.
"Hey," She said coming over to an empty machine near them. "We gotta work these things don't we?"
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