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Post by Reid Halliway on Sept 15, 2009 10:16:07 GMT -5
Reid nodded his head, "You can. You know people are going to be hurt. Why don't you stay here or at least back from the battle and help take care of people who can't fight anymore. That would be more helpful than anything else." He said it lightly, not wanting to offend the girl he thought the world of. He just didn't want to have to deal with her being hurt. Lexi was one thing because he knew it didn't matter what he said but with Alanna he'd do anything to keep her safe.
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Post by Alanna Jackson on Sept 15, 2009 14:34:16 GMT -5
She offered him a small smile before she touched his cheek, "I was planning on doing that later... there are going to be a lot of people hurt. And they'll need tending there before we can get them back to the city. Though I suppose I can round up those that are staying and we can make some gurneys and take them in a little while. I don't know how long this is going to last but-- please be safe okay?"
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Post by Reid Halliway on Sept 15, 2009 16:09:07 GMT -5
Reid smiled and leaned into her touch for a moment. "That's a wonderful idea. I'll be careful." As careful as he could possibly be in this situation at least. He leaned down and kissed her forehead. "I'll walk you back to the house before I go."
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Post by Alanna Jackson on Sept 15, 2009 17:32:13 GMT -5
She closed her eyes for a moment when he kissed her and she nodded before she hugged him. "Be safe for me, Reid." Oh please, things were changing to fast for the little southern belle, but she was trying to make things work. Trying to make it so that thing would be alright. She was always trying.
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Post by manhattan on Oct 5, 2009 23:12:20 GMT -5
>>>NEW DAY<<<
Manhattan quickly swiped the tables with her cloth and eyed the back were stu was cooking for the next rush. Then she eyed the sun and the empty tables that didnt need her attention. She had taken up a shift for a friend of her's here and after being kidnapped from Manhattan weird as it was she felt safer in Bronx at the moment.
She brushed her hair back and winced as her fingers hit the bruise forming on her cheek. She knew she should be helping with the injured, be there for her friends and those who risked so much to save them but she just couldnt. They'd lost some. friends. Family. She just couldnt.
Glancing again at the back she knew stu was to busy to say anything. Plus she saved his but by picking up the shift. With a sigh she sat down in the sun. Putting her feet up she leaned back in her chair and let the sun warm her face.
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Post by Kid Blink on Oct 5, 2009 23:26:45 GMT -5
"Fancy running into you here, beautiful," Blink said, sliding into the chair across from her, a cigarette pinched at the corner of his mouth. "After everything that happened... not a lot of kids drifting too far from home, yannow?"
He shifted in his chair, carefully propping his arm in its sling on the table, studying Manhattan from the corner of his eye. He'd known she'd been among the kidnapped, of course, but the battle scene had been so hectic that he'd had no idea if she'd been among the rescued. Asking around had told him that she had made it out alive, but he'd had some serious trouble pinning down her location.
After a moment, he grinned at her. "Nope, sorry. Try as you might, that shiner don't do nothin' but make you prettier." He pulled the smoke from his lips, took a long drag and exhaled it to the sky, flicking his ashes to the ground. "How's it goin', 'Hattan?" he asked, serious now. "You doin' okay?"
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Post by manhattan on Oct 5, 2009 23:46:35 GMT -5
"After everything that happened... not a lot of kids drifting too far from home, yannow?"
“Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire,
I do wander everywhere..." Manhattan twirled her hand in the air without opening her eyes."Shakespeare blink Shakespeare" She didnt want to see how bad he was. How much the fight had taken from him. It was the reason she wasnt in Manhattan, the reason she kept moving. She felt at fault.
Nope, sorry. Try as you might, that shiner don't do nothin' but make you prettier.
"Hansome youah jokes keep gettin funniah and funniah. Ya know even on a good day pretty isnt a woird used ta describe me...bum a frag?" Manhattan held out a hand. She didnt smoke, she didnt use to but the burn was what she needed at the moment. She did a lot of things she didnt use to, like avoid questions.
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Post by Kid Blink on Oct 6, 2009 0:05:47 GMT -5
Blink smiled as she quoted at him, and nodded as she told him the quote's origin, pretending he recognized it without her help. (In reality, he knew a couple lines from that Romeo and Juliet thing, and something about burning wood--and even that much was stuff he picked up from Dutchy.) "That Shakespeare really knew his potatoes, huh?"
"Hansome youah jokes keep gettin funniah and funniah. Ya know even on a good day pretty isnt a woird used ta describe me...bum a frag?"
"Yeah it is," he countered, holding his cig between his lips to paw through his pockets with his free hand. He was starting to get the hang of carrying out his usual motions one-handed now... "You just ain't listenin' to the right people." Finally producing his bundle of smokes, he tapped one out for her and traded it out with his own, holding them tip to tip for a moment as he huffed, lighting hers for her before passing it across. "Listen to me a little more, you'll hear it more often."
She'd neatly sidestepped his question, and moves like that usually got on Blink's nerves. But things were a little different these days. No one liked answering questions. Blink let it go, changing tactics to something a little less specific.
"So, is Manhattan leaving Manhattan for good, or is this just a temporary thing? Won't be the same without your gorgeous mug kickin' around Tib's. If I gotta start comin' all the way to Stu's to see ya, I'm gonna hafta start gettin' up earlier."
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Post by manhattan on Oct 6, 2009 0:33:15 GMT -5
Manhattan took a drag and let the burn work its way down to her lungs. She let out a little cough and smiled at herself but took another drag and blew the smoke in the air above her.
Listen to me a little more, you'll hear it more often.
"Promises Promises, handsome. When are you gonna learn that i dont need yoah honeyed words ta give ya free food." Manhattan pushed her half eaten tray of fries towards him and ran her hands though her hair. She wasnt wearing her hat today, she didnt know if she would for awhile. Her hair had grown longer and fell over her shoulders as she pushed it with her hand. She wasnt use to feeling like a girl. The kidnapping had pushed the fact home.
So, is Manhattan leaving Manhattan for good, or is this just a temporary thing? Won't be the same without your gorgeous mug kickin' around Tib's. If I gotta start comin' all the way to Stu's to see ya, I'm gonna hafta start gettin' up earlier.
Manhattan let out a real laugh and glanced beneath her lashes at him before quickly shutting them again, the smile frozen on her lips. Knew she shouldnt have opened them. She couldnt get the image of his sling and his face out of her minds eye. The slight grimace that strained his face without him knowing. The dull pain in his eyes. The way he slightly touched his shoulder without realizing it, massaging it.
"Mornings were never youah strong suit always wondahed why you were a newsie love." She sighed and tried to shake the image he made out of her head. "Sides you'd only miss me cuz i nevah charged youah ugly mug..." She didnt honestly know enough to answer. Could she leave her name sake?
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Post by Kid Blink on Oct 6, 2009 1:05:31 GMT -5
"Yaaay," Blink cheered softly as Manhattan pushed her fries toward him. "How'd you know what I was after?" Carefully tapping the ember out of his cig, he tucked the remaining stub away to finish later and set upon the fries. "Hm," he said thoughtfully after a couple bites, "not quite as good as Tib's. But they'll do."
"Mornings were never youah strong suit always wondahed why you were a newsie love."
"Psh! I'm in it for the glamor, a'course!" he said, sitting up straight and miming to dust off his jacket and straighten his non-existent tie, before falling back into the chair again. He'd seen the way her expression had grown tight and forced after she cracked open her lids, the moment killed. Dammit, he'd almost had her laughing! "I dunno, can you see me bein' anything else? Always been a newsie, probably be a newsie till the day I die. S'all I know, yannow?"
He sighed, wishing like hell things could go back to the way they used to be. Everyone was so down now, tending their wounds, tending the wounds of their friends... making plans to bury their little brothers...
Reaching over, he gently nudged her shoulder with his fist. "Hey," he said quietly. "It don't hurt that much. Most times, I can't feel it. Don't feel bad on my account, hate seein' that frown marrin' up your lovely puss, girl."
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Post by manhattan on Oct 6, 2009 1:34:56 GMT -5
"Way to youah heart handsome is through food or liftin a skirt." She joked as she heard him dig in. "It cuz stu wont let me touch a thing in the kitchen, yellow coward is scared i'd show him up." She huffed a bit. It put her off when people wouldnt let her do things her way. Tinker with things...make things better. She shook her head it wasnt her place to make the world better damn it.
Most times, I can't feel it. Don't feel bad on my account, hate seein' that frown marrin' up your lovely puss, girl.
"Thats cuz youah drugged up to da gills ya dont know whats heah or dere" She bumped his shoulder as she tried not to look directly at him. It was the best she could do right now. "Let alone being able ta recognize a lovely puss."
"If you could be anythin blink what would it be?" she asked and looked at him briefly knowing that her not looking at him was doing worse for both of them. Their normal dynamic was off. She could tell he hated that. but she couldnt help feeling that if she hadnt been there, that the injuries, the dead, the faces she loved so that were marred with pain were partly her fault.
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Post by Kid Blink on Oct 6, 2009 2:00:41 GMT -5
"Way to youah heart handsome is through food or liftin a skirt."
"Ha!" he laughed. Damn, she had him pegged good. "Got that right. And yannow, you could always try the other way. I wouldn't turn ya down." He poked her in the side, grinning even though she was still basking with closed eyes.
"Thats cuz youah drugged up to da gills ya dont know whats heah or dere. Let alone being able ta recognize a lovely puss."
"Hey, I ain't drugged that heavily!" he countered. "I made it all the way to the Bronx, didn't I? I found you, even though you ain't wantin' to be found right now, 'parently." He scoffed a few more fries, choking them down quickly (yeah, Manhattan's fries were a lot better than these greasy, mealy things), before adding, "'Sides, you know it don't matter how strung out I get, I can always spot a lovely puss from a hundred paces."
"If you could be anythin blink what would it be?"
"I'd--" He'd started to answer, but cut himself off. Seems like he'd been asked this a few times lately, and his usual smartass answer was to wish to be surrounded by gorgeous dames, all gagging to get to be the next to take their turn with him. It was a brush-off answer, a question-avoider. He had more respect for the girl than that. "I'd be right here," he answered truthfully. "I love my life. I ain't got much, but that means I ain't got much to get taken away when the bubble bursts, yannow? I come and go as I please, I make a pretty honest livin'. I got friends, they're my family. Got a place I can sleep most of the time, and I know where I can crash when the sellin' gets bad and I can't pay up. Dunno what else there is to want."
After choking down as many fries as he could bear, he tilted his chair back on two legs and mirrored Manhattan's posture, putting his feet up on the table.
"What about you, dollface? You wanna be somewhere else?"
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Post by manhattan on Oct 6, 2009 2:52:48 GMT -5
I wouldnt turn ya down
"Nah i'd turn you down. Youah just not my type."
She watched as he inhaled the food knowing full well it was crap.
"Dont Choke." She smirked and shook her head. Food and Blink. Some things never change. Her head tilted at his remark about her not wanting to be found. Was that true?
"I'm not a hard person to find. Just follow youah stomach...I'm not hidin" her voice trailed off a bit because the last part she wasnt so sure about. "I just needed ta pick up a shift foah a friend." she finished lamely, blushing slightly.
What about you, dollface? You wanna be somewhere else?
She shook her head and winked at him "At youah side is da only place i want to be right now handsome..." but then she looked at him, mirroring her posture, banged up, shot but ok. He deserved a straight answer.
"Honestly Kid, i dont know." She said before quickly standing up and briskly walking between tables wiping down what was already wiped down. "I'm back but I'm different ya know. I'm one of the reasons that you all got hurt. I did what i could in there. What i always do. It didnt mattah. I got Sweets out. Now look at you. Look at all of ya. Youah broken. God Damn it blink youah shot. How am i suppose ta fix that? With food?" She scoffed at herself "I dont know if i belong in Manhattan...i dont know where i belong anymore." She took another deep drag of her cigarette before shoving a shaking hand through her hair. "Maybe its time i move on..."
(Sorry not really the manhattan we know and love at the moment but she'll be back to her usual self and usual antics soon...hopefully.)
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Post by Kid Blink on Oct 6, 2009 22:44:53 GMT -5
"Nah i'd turn you down. Youah just not my type."
"Oh!" Blink cried, clutching his hand to his chest dramatically. "You've slain me, girl! Cut right to the heart!"
"Honestly Kid, i dont know. I'm back but I'm different ya know. I'm one of the reasons that you all got hurt. I did what i could in there. What i always do. It didnt mattah. I got Sweets out. Now look at you. Look at all of ya. Youah broken. God Damn it blink youah shot. How am i suppose ta fix that? With food? I dont know if i belong in Manhattan...i dont know where i belong anymore. Maybe its time i move on..."
Blink watched her carefully as she moved around, suspecting she needed to be doing something just to make the words come out. Her pain and guilt just poured out with each word, dumped on the table before him, and it made Blink angry, angry that someone he cared about felt so much guilt for something like this. He reached out and rapped his knuckles on the tabletop to grab her attention.
"'Hattan, you didn't shoot me. You didn't crack Dutchy's hand, you didn't pop out Skittery's shoulder, you didn't break Snoddy's nose. Don't go takin' those fuckers' guilty actions and makin' 'em your own. We got hurt willingly. We knew we wasn't gonna come out pissin' daisies, but we went anyway, because we love you. We wasn't gonna sit around and wait for all our friends to up and die in that shithole, we wanted you back here. None of us went out there expectin' to come back unhurt, and all of us went out anyway. You ain't had nothin' to do with the boss, you ain't had no say in who got 'napped. You didn't have a damn thing to do with it. We got hurt because of them, not because of you."
He pawed around in his pocket for a moment, looking for the stub of a cigarette he'd tucked away a few minutes ago, and lit it, taking a long drag.
"But if you insist on feelin' guilty because people got hurt tryin' to save you, runnin' away from 'em is a hell of a way to show your appreciation."
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Post by manhattan on Oct 6, 2009 23:29:15 GMT -5
Manhattan looked up when he rapped on the table and flinched at his intensity, with each name he spoke.
Hattan, you didn't shoot me. You didn't crack Dutchy's hand, you didn't pop out Skittery's shoulder, you didn't break Snoddy's nose. Don't go takin' those fuckers' guilty actions and makin' 'em your own. We got hurt willingly.
"Then youah stupid." she shook her head taking another drag. Not really meaning it, they were loyal, to a fault and it got them hurt or worse killed. She ground out the but and continued to scrub hard at nonexistent smudge as if once that was gone her world would right itself.
We got hurt because of them, not because of you.
"It might as well have been me pulling the trigger for the good i did, blink." Her anger was palpable but it wasnt directed at him, it was at herself. She hated feeling like a girl, acting like one. She hated what they did. How they had made her feel now. To hell with them. "I got Sweets out without anyone getting hurt i should have been able ta get the rest out too damn it." She swiped the table so hard it almost tipped over, her hands shaking still.
But if you insist on feelin' guilty because people got hurt tryin' to save you, runnin' away from 'em is a hell of a way to show your appreciation.
She hit her fist into the table hard, splitting a knuckle. Manhattan was never violent, the least likely to make a fist, let alone throw one, out of all the newsies. "I'm not runnin away! Its just..." Her shoulders dropped, she stilled, "I'm not strong enough to meet them eye to eye anymoah Louis. Not yet. Not now..." please dont make me.
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