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Post by bottlecap on Jul 23, 2007 22:11:28 GMT -5
Bottle Cap caught the motions out of the corner of her eye, but didn't comment on them. Unlike the girl, she didn't mind being soggy or the way her hair seemed to curl in the wetness. "Yep." Came her response, thinking it something good while she was sure the girl was of a differing opinion. "You from around here?" She asked, brow raising in curiosity.
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Post by nukima on Jul 23, 2007 23:14:01 GMT -5
Nuke shook her head. "I'm from the Bronx. How 'bout you?" She didn't usually mind the rain. She actually liked the smell and the sound. It was just that the coldness this rain brought. That and being soaked made everything worse.
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Post by bottlecap on Jul 23, 2007 23:21:22 GMT -5
Bottle Cap resisted the urge to scoff at her question, but it had nothing to do with the girl. No, it had everything to do with her complications. "I'm trying to be from Brooklyn." She gave something of a dry laugh. "Right now, I'm..." She finished it with a shrug.
"I'm Bottle Cap, by the way. BC if you're lazy like me." She smirked.
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Post by nukima on Jul 24, 2007 12:25:44 GMT -5
"Nuke." She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "Why do you wanna be from Brooklyn" Nuke didn't think there was anything wrong with Brooklyn, but the way she was always told was people only came from Brooklyn, no one ever went. Either you were born there or not.
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Post by bottlecap on Jul 24, 2007 16:03:48 GMT -5
Bottle Cap seemed to press her lips together for a moment, then she moistened them as she watched the downpour. She'd heard things about Brooklyn, too; great things, actually. Her draw to the borough was intricately personal, but the longer she stuck around, the sooner it would be obvious. "S'where my brother is."
After ten years, she'd finally found him and her only obstacle remaining was Spot Conlon. It just figured.
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Post by nukima on Jul 24, 2007 17:02:19 GMT -5
Nuke's eyes widened for a moment in surprise. "You're brother? So, why can't you go there?" Okay, so naive wasn't a strong enough word to describe Nuke. She wasn't very worldly or anything. She was just her--very simple.
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Post by bottlecap on Jul 24, 2007 18:20:03 GMT -5
Lucky for Nuke, Bottle Cap sometimes more patience for those that were simple than the ones that tried to pretend they were complex. "Two words: Spot Conlon." She responded with a bit of a shrug, "Not that I mind him, I just can't GET to him. Some girl--Smalls--is making it some...HUGE deal."
In her opinion, at the end of the night Brooklyn was just another rundown place crawling with streetrats and other rodents.
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Post by nukima on Jul 24, 2007 20:44:31 GMT -5
"Ahh...." Nuke nodded, slowly. "Yeah, Smalls is a tough one." Being a newsie herself, Nuke knew about Spot Conlon and all the other leaders and of their "seconds". "You might be waiting for some time, though. I don't think anyone has seen or heard from Spot in some time." She shrugged. "But I'm not really in with any other newsies, so what do I know?"
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Post by bottlecap on Jul 25, 2007 16:16:45 GMT -5
"I think its a bit unnecessary, s'all." Bottle Cap shrugged about it, because where she was from, SHE was the one to get through. It was rather hard to adjust to being on the outside of the circle and working her way back in after being used to being at the center of it. "If Spot knew I was Zero's sister, there'd be no question. Leaders should disappear." She added matter-of-factly, shaking her head a bit. She certainly would have never left her own gang back home if it weren't for her brother, and at least they knew where she was.
"So, you're a newsie?" She glanced over at the girl, surprised that she was actually so nice to her. She usually had a little trouble getting along with other girls.
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Post by nukima on Jul 25, 2007 18:49:40 GMT -5
Nuke stared out into the rain while Bottle Cap talked. It seemed she was trying to explain things to herself rather than to Nuke. She listened, though. She always was a better listener than a talker.
She nodded. "Sometimes. When things aren't goin to good I come up here and shine shoes." She shrugged, smiling. "It's slike the higher society takes more pity on us sometimes. I mean, I tried shining in the Bronx and they all looked at me like why would they need clean shoes."
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Post by bottlecap on Jul 27, 2007 15:54:50 GMT -5
Maybe it was because Nuke was such a natural listener that Bottle Cap found herself talking more than usual. Of course, she was still heavily gaurded as to what she said, but at least she WAS talking.
She laughed a little at Nuke's comment, because she had a point: There weren't a lot of people in the Bronx who would have money to waste on their shoes. "Bet lots a men pay to have their shoes shined by you, though. Sure a change from the grimy-faced little boys they usually find, right?" Nukes was an attractive girl under the guise of being a street kid, you know.
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Post by nukima on Jul 27, 2007 16:40:51 GMT -5
Nuke nodded, smiling. She did get more male costumers than female. Some offering and even suggesting a different, less respectful line of work. "Do you work?"
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Post by bottlecap on Jul 28, 2007 23:15:52 GMT -5
Bottle Cap didn't answer Nuke right away, sort of gazing off as the rain started to slow. "Yeah." She finally nodded, glancing over, "Speakin' o' which, I best be goin'. Nice talkin' to ya, Nuke. See ya round." She gave a vague sort of wave and then pushed away from the wall, heading out into the still sprinkling rain to disappear.
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Post by mabel on Nov 4, 2007 22:35:22 GMT -5
(new day)
Pouring rain was one way to describe the weather that evening. The apocalypse was another.
Mabel, a long since soaked newspaper over her head, sprinted down the near empty streets of Fifth Avenue, puddles splashing up in her wake. She had spent most of her day ogling the windows of fancy boutiques, half drooling over lacy dresses she could no longer afford on her measly incoming.
In fact, Mabel had scarce been able to save any of her earnings. By the end of day, she'd already spent it on some superfluous item or another. She hadn't even had a real meal in days.
On top of all that, Mabel was now soaked to the bone and running about Fifth Avenue like a mad woman.
A map of New York City- now that would be something worth spending a penny on.
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Post by quip on Nov 4, 2007 23:54:33 GMT -5
Quip wasn't what you would call 'rain-loving'. In fact, it was quite the opposite. The teen hated rain with a passion, and made that fact known as she stomped down the street, the remains of a newspaper in her hand as she swore loudly to anyone who could hear.
"I hate this rain," she grumbled, kicking out at a pile of old trash and other things. A squeak could be heard underneath it, and for a short moment She hoped savagely that it had been some small animal.
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