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Post by Perry Halliway on Jul 28, 2009 8:56:22 GMT -5
*NEW DAY*
Perry wiped sweat from his forehead as he continued the work the man had given him today. It was a lot hotter back here than it was at the place he normally worked, though this job wasn't as difficult and the men were being nice to him today. They only had him work when of the machines jammed up and they said he was special because he was so small he could get to the hard to reach places and fix the problems.
He climbed off the machine after fixing one such problem and looked at the men who were giving him creepy smiles and a thumbs up. Looking around he spotted a dimly lit corner and walked over crouching down and sticking his thumb in his mouth. He'd learned to not cry anymore, all it did was make the men angry and get him in trouble. All he wanted was for his sister to pick him up and give him a kiss and make him feel better. He wanted Reid to tell him a story and he wanted to go to the park.
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Post by manhattan on Aug 11, 2009 6:49:35 GMT -5
"Hey Per." Manhattan grinned crookedly at him from her machine. She knew that look when she saw it and she hated seeing it on one so young. "Ya think you could come heah and help me restring dis loom?" She looked at the men and they nodded their approval. In a rare mood. Eying them she knew that they wouldnt mind, not today atleast if she kept the kid by her for the better part of the day as long as he did his work fixing the machines. Dangerous work that. She cocked her brow at him and waited.
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Post by Perry Halliway on Aug 12, 2009 9:50:10 GMT -5
Perry looked up at Manhattan and nodded before standing and going over to help her. He did the work silently for fear of making one of the men angry and getting beaten like before. He'd never been hit before coming here and he never wanted to be hit again.
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Post by Milo on Aug 23, 2009 22:41:18 GMT -5
((New Day))
Though he was still stuck against his will in a musty, dangerous old mill with air so thick with dust and cotton that he could hardly breathe and he was still hungrier and in more pain than he could ever remember being in in his short life, Milo felt considerably more upbeat today than he had been in a long time. News had spread like wildfire through the small group of captives of Sweets's escape the day before. Those who'd been a part of planning it seemed overjoyed that it had worked and everyone was sure that this would be their best chance at being rescued. Even he, who had been positive that they would all die there sooner or later, now held out some hope for a rescue for at least some of them and in this miserable of a place even that small, reserved hope was enough to bring a smile to his face. Of course, things weren't any better with the thugs who guarded them day and night since they had found out that escape was possible. He hadn't thought that they could get any meaner or more violent than they already had been but he had been proved wrong. This morning, he had missed a stitch on the machine that he had been working at and one of them had actually thrown him to the ground and stomped on him as a punishment and the same guy had kicked Gwennie in the back because she was talking too much on the job. And to make things worse, they hadn't been given anything to eat or drink at all today and they were expected to work faster to make up for Sweets's absence. But, still, nothing could ruin his good mood as he pictured his bunk at the lodging house and all of the people there. Even his usual selling corner seemed like the best place in the world and he had to fight back a smile as he thought of the smell of newsprint and the feeling of fresh morning air on his face and in his lungs.
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Post by Nike Kennedy on Aug 26, 2009 19:23:42 GMT -5
*new day*
Nike worked quietly for once. She usually found some way to mouth off, or to poke fun at the guards, but the dank atmosphere and the near-constant beatings were begining to get her down. She felt bad for not being able to cheer the others up anymore, but she just couldn't find the spirit.
when Nike first arrived, she had been positive that Styx would get her out of here within a couple of days. But as time dragged on, doubts began to creep their way into her mind. What if we never escape! Her mind began picturing, without her consent, what it'd be like to be in this place for a year or more and she had to forcably stop it. Sweets had escaped, she reminded herself. She will tell the other newsies where to find us! ...Assuming, of course, she made it th-- stop it! I refuse to believe she didn't!
Nike glanced up at the sound of a commotion. One of the "guards" (more like overgrown schoolyard bullies) was beating a little kid for going too slow. Hate welled up inside of her for the the people who brought them here and she felt the familiar tingle of an insult as it shot to her throat. "Hey, barse-face! Yeah I'm talkin to you, Gobshite! You get chubbed up beating little kids like that?" She smirked as he turned angrily to glare at her. "Why don't ya pick on someone your own size, feck face?!" Nike winced inwardly as the brute came toward her, club raised. Normally, she would have taken off running by this point, but in this hell hole, there was no where to run to. This might hurt.....a bit.
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Post by shiner on Aug 28, 2009 14:37:01 GMT -5
Hearing Nike's voice echo with rage, Shiner's eyes widen, watching Nike. Had she gone completely mad? Everyone was more on edge with Sweets gone. The guards especially. Shiner couldn't entirely decide if she was glad Sweets had escaped or angry that it meant the rest of them would have to deal with this anger their bosses had because of it. She was sporting several new bruises herself and had firmly earned her name again just yesterday, from a heavier hand than her uncle's. There was no shocked apology, no running away, and no forgiving reunion. Nothing but pain and work and worry other the younger children. And girls stupid enough to get themselves introuble on purpose.
But Nike had yelled out to distract the guard, and Nike could deal with it on her own for now. Shiner was closer to the hurt child and moved to him, making sure he wasn't quiet so bad off and helping him to stand. They had to get back to work, or all of them would suffer for not meeting the day's quota.
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Post by Nike Kennedy on Aug 29, 2009 23:56:14 GMT -5
Pushing herself up off the ground once the guard was done, Nike winced and moved slowly back to her work station. She glanced over at the kid she had saved and was glad to see that one of the other girls was helping him. Nike didn't need to attract any more attention from the guards for a while and that would have made helping the kid up very difficult indeed.
She made eye contact with Shiner and nodded her thanks. Giving the other girl a small, but genuine, smile. Once again, Nike lost herself in the never-ending work that consumed their days. She kept the kid in her peripheral vision as she swore silently, "Feck, we need to get outta here."
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Post by shiner on Aug 30, 2009 2:57:58 GMT -5
Shiner didn't return the smile at the time, too preoccupied with the younger kid. But after work was started again, Shiner took a station closer to Nike. When the slightly older girl spoke, Shiner surpressed an outraged laugh. She kept her voice tight, "Says the girl who insists on drawing attention to herself."
It was unfair and she knew it. Nike was doing the right thing, distracting the guard from the young boy. It was the way she did it Shiner disapproved of. Shouting. Probably alerted several other guards, enough to pay much more attention to the rest of them, though not so much as to draw them out to dole out beatings. It was a very fine line they all walked here and some times it seemed, to Shiner, some kids just toed it all too often.
"Just be careful," She relented, a half apology for her remark.
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Post by Nike Kennedy on Aug 31, 2009 16:36:53 GMT -5
Nike chuckled softly, wincing as the motion hurt her ribs. “Yeah, who’s idea was that anyway?” She sighed softly, wincing again, “There had to be a better way to save that kid, but it was all I could think of at the time.”
"Just be careful."
Nike nodded, there was sense in what Shiner said and she knew it. Though she’d never been one to “be careful before,” if ever there was a time to practice, now was it. “I’ll try, but my brain’s got a mind of it’s own. It often speaks before I tell it to,” she joked. Nike looked around, making sure no guards were near, then looked over at the other girl. “Thanks for what ya did by the way, that was pretty brave of you.” She turned back to her work and tried to concentrate on keeping all her fingers intact.
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Post by shiner on Sept 3, 2009 18:31:07 GMT -5
Shiner paused for only a moment, as Nike called her brave. It hadn't occurred to her at, not for a second. She was only helping the younger kid. But, yes, she was lucky not to have gotten kicked away from him herself.
"Thanks, Nike," She smiled briefly, glancing to her, then adding, "You were, too, really. A little loud though..." Shiner joked.
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THANKS SWEETS!
Thanks Jim!
