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Post by Administrator on Apr 13, 2010 16:23:36 GMT -5
Come sit in a nice cozy booth and watch the city go by...
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Post by wolf on Oct 30, 2010 5:17:12 GMT -5
((New day))
Wolf observed the other newsies who were hanging around outside and inside. He still had yet to meet anybody because everybody seemed gone... He sighed... meeting someone to talk to seemed to be more difficult then he thought it would be...
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Post by lunayoung on Nov 10, 2010 11:40:13 GMT -5
Luna stepped through the front door, looking up when the bell overhead chimed. It had been a while since she frequented Stu's, so she figured it was about time she did.
Luna took a quick glance around the room contemplating where to sit, when a lone figure in one of the window booths caught her eye. She slowly made her way over to the boy, a dimpled smile forming. As she neared the booth, she recognized the boy as a Queens newbie. Someone I've never met... Oh, goodie, she thought to herself stopping next to him.
"Hey, there handsome!" She greeted. "This seat taken?"
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Post by Sweetheart Snow on May 27, 2011 20:37:47 GMT -5
(New day - for Specs)
Sweetheart smiled as she walked into Stu's. The food here was really good and she had gotten a lot of money from a young upper class lady who actually cried when she found out that Sweetheart was a Newsie. Sweetheart was getting used to pretending like an unfortunate ten-year-old girl.
She sat down at one of the window booths and relaxed. She wished that Jewel was here. But Jewel was elsewhere. Jewel was the only person who Sweetheart has ever had a nice conversation with in her whole life. So, Sweetheart was feeling really lonely. She wished that she could have at least one other friend.
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Post by Specs on May 27, 2011 20:48:53 GMT -5
Specs threw open the door to Stu's, laughing uproariously. "You're an idiot, ya know that?" he cried to a friend he saw sitting at a table near the door. He and his friends laughed and joked for a while, taking jabs at each other and being loud. A waiter came by to tell them to keep it down. Specs stopped with the yelling and tipped his hat at him. As he walked away, Specs looked at his friends and grinned. "What a f--"
He stopped as he caught sight, out of the corner of his eye, a younger girl sitting on a booth near them. He bit his lip a little, glad he had stopped himself in time. "Sorry, kid," he muttered. He swore like a sailor normally, but he never liked doing it around younger kids, like the little kid Milo in Manhattan.
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Post by Sweetheart Snow on May 27, 2011 20:57:26 GMT -5
Sweetheart's head snapped up when she heard the boys in the booth next to her's laughing way too loud for her tastes. One of the boys - the one with glasses - was told off by a waiter.
"What a f-" he said before seeing her and stopping himself. "Sorry kid."
Sweetheart smiled softly and sweetly at the boy. "It's alright. I'm getting used to swearing." she shrugged. "Wait!" she said suddenly. He had called her kid! "Why did you call me 'Kid'?" she asked, a little bit of irritation in her voice.
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Post by Specs on May 27, 2011 21:04:39 GMT -5
Specs blinked in surprise, then smirked a little. "Don't go takin' offence... I call everyone kid. Even when they're older than me. Drives some folks nuts." That was true; he would sometimes call Jack "kid" and it drove him up a wall.
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Post by Sweetheart Snow on May 27, 2011 21:08:25 GMT -5
Sweetheart blinked in surprise and she smiled shyly.
"Sorry about that, sir." Sweetheart said politely in hopes of making up for her slight rudeness. "I just get irritated when people keep thinking that I'm a kid. My customers keep thinking I'm ten but I'm actually fourteen." she explained.
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Post by Specs on May 27, 2011 21:26:58 GMT -5
Specs looked at her and shrugged. "Well, I gotta say--and I'm always honest--you might look a little young for fourteen..." A thought occurred to him suddenly. "Hang on, customers, you said? You're a newsgirl, then?"
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Post by Sweetheart Snow on May 27, 2011 21:42:35 GMT -5
Sweetheart nodded when the boy asked her if she was a newsgirl.
"Yes, sir. I'm a newsgirl. I'm still a newbie to being a newsgirl though. I haven't been here for more than two weeks. I'm from Missouri but my father kicked me out." she said as if it was no big deal.
Then, she smiled shyly. "What's your name, sir?" she asked shyly.
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Post by Specs on May 28, 2011 11:31:14 GMT -5
Specs thought for a moment and decided he had no idea where Missouri was, but he wasn't about to ask. He also couldn't even begin to fathom a reason why a father would kick his fourteen-year-old daughter out of the house--either he was a deranged and abusive drunk or she got pregnant, those were the only things he could think of--but he also decided not to pursue that particular topic of conversation. Specs hated controversy; it got in the way of all the good things in life.
"My name?" He wondered how he should go about this. "Eh. You can just call me Specs." Everyone did, and he wasn't too sure he wanted his real name floating around too much. Not that it would matter, but people got it wrong so often that Specs thought he would just stick with the nickname. "Did I catch your name then, kid? Ah, sorry. I told ya, I do it to everyone. Ah...see, tell me what to call you, then. I guess." He shrugged and glanced at the table full of his friends, who were giving him looks. "What? No..." he hissed, irritated.
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Post by Sweetheart Snow on May 28, 2011 23:12:27 GMT -5
Sweetheart giggled slightly at Specs's nickname. "Nice nickname." she said through her giggles. "Just so you know, Specs, I was being honest. I really like your nickname." she added.
Then, she became nervous when he asked her what her name was. Would he laugh at her? Oh well, Sweetheart is a terrible lier when she isn't selling.
"I'm Sweetheart Snow. It's a real pleasure to meet you Specs." then, she noticed Specs glaring at a couple of boys. "Thy don't think that..." she didn't think she wanted to finish what she was going to say.
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Post by Specs on May 29, 2011 9:56:28 GMT -5
"I was being honest. I really like your nickname."
"Ah...thanks." Specs had never been told that before. It wasn't like he had chosen it for himself; the boys at the lodging house had given it to him two weeks after he'd gotten his first pair of glasses. He never cared for those folks who gave themselves nicknames--the worst he'd met was a girl named Butterfly who fancied herself pretty. Specs didn't think he'd ever seen a butterfly, but he had the feeling the dame he had met wasn't a dead ringer for one.
"I'm Sweetheart Snow."
Oh... Specs wondered who had given her that name. Instead of commenting on the fact that she called herself Sweetheart, Specs said, "Uh...is that...you're last name's really Snow?" What nationality is that, he wondered. His last name was decidedly German, he knew, and started going through a list in his head... Higgins was English, Kelly was Irish, Russo was...Italian? Specs had no idea where a name like Snow fell. Maybe it was just plain old American?
"They don't think that..."
"They're just being asshats," Specs said, regretted swearing a little, and looked at the clock that hung above the door to the restaurant. He didn't really need to know the time. "Ah, I should get goin'. See ya... Miss Snow..." He turned around and gestured to the table full of his friends, who got up and left with him, without paying. Once outside, as they passed the big window of Stu's, Specs said something to his friends, causing them all to laugh and thump him on the back, jeering.
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Post by Sweetheart Snow on May 30, 2011 18:43:51 GMT -5
Sweetheart smiled at Specs. He seemed extremely nice. The. He said somthi g that made her giggle.
"I know it sounds like it isn't but my last name really is Snow." she said through her giggles.
Sweetheart shook her head when Specs swore. She didn't mind swearing as much as she used to. Then, he said that he had to leave and smiled up at Specs.
"Okay. See you around." she called after him.
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Post by Dodger Samuels on Dec 13, 2011 23:03:19 GMT -5
NEW DAY Doger had finished work early, it was less stress than being a leader had been. Though he'd resorted to some of his old tricks it was kind of nice to have real money in his pocket for a change. He looked up as the sandwich was put in front of him, and then the other for when River showed up. He figured he'd buy his mate some lunch, catch up and see what was going on. He took a bite and spoke to the girl with a smile, his hand moving as he spoke and took another bite. He was, still the same old Dodger, but being a bookie used all of his skills he learned on the streets. And he kind of enjoyed it, making pets, placing them, keeping track of money. It made his life interesting and he liked having something akin to power. "Got a sandwich for ya mate, sit down." Dodger motioned for his friend once he saw him, a brow lifting when he really got a good look. "And tell me about it." |
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