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Post by Milo on Aug 9, 2008 11:49:54 GMT -5
Milo observed the girl as she ate her apple, presumably the spoils of her most recent foray into thievery. She was not a novice, he could tell that from the triumphant look on her face as she enjoyed her victory over the policemen. He had always been told that after you stole for awile it became a rush like nothing else, an incredible high that could be compared to nothing else. He had never come to that point during his reletively short venture into outright crime, he had always felt guilty after stealing something and he had only done it when he absolutely had to. It was one thing to cheat people into giving him extra money, it was the customer's fault if they were gullible enough to fall for his act, but it was something entirely different take something from someone without their consent, coerced or otherwise. Not that he had any problems with thieves, some of his best friends had been thieves in the past, but he certainly never would have survived much longer than he did in that line of work.
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Post by dice on Aug 14, 2008 19:45:54 GMT -5
Dice stopped eating her apple and put the apple on her lap when she noticed that the little boy was observing her she looked at him. "So kid what's ya name?" Dice looked at the street and saw a couple with a baby which reminded her of her sister and her parents when she was a little baby before her little sister Kyla died.
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Post by Milo on Aug 22, 2008 23:25:20 GMT -5
Milo stared at the girl for a moment longer as if assessing whether or not she was someone that he should be telling his name. He didn't have any dislike for thieves but he wasn't stupid. He knew that they could be a tough group, even the girls. finally, he deemed her safe enough to give a moderate level of personal information to "Milo" he answered quietly and concisely, continuing to observe her every move for any sign of hostility or deceit.
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on Oct 10, 2008 14:47:57 GMT -5
((New Day))
Racetrack's face was set in a grim frown as he sat against the wall of a building, his still substantial stack of papers beside him. Why did he even bother selling anymore? He could hardly ever break even with the jack-up to worry about, and for the first time in years he'd bought less than fifty papers. What would happen when he couldn't sell the forty he'd bought? Go down to thirty, twenty, fifteen, ten, five, none? Forty. It sounded so low. He was above forty; he hadn't sold forty since he was ten years old...
It was unusually warm, and Racetrack had his sleeves pushed up to his elbows. He pushed up the brim of his cap to wipe his brow and looked disdainfully at passers-by. Maybe he could make use of the papes some other way. Yeah, he thought immediately afterward, like what? Suddenly, two business men passed, and one of them wasn't watching where he was stepping. His foot crushed Racetrack's hand against the pavement. Racetrack swore black and blue and held his reddened hand. "Hell with you, ya tightwad monkey!" he cried after the businessman, who ignored him.
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Post by Alexandreia Halliway on Oct 10, 2008 15:16:58 GMT -5
Lexi frowned as the businessman ignored the boy whose hand he'd just walked all over. Without even thinking she stuck her foot out and tripped the man as he walked by. She absolutely couldn't stand men like him, but she let her face fall into an abashed look. "Oh dear, are you alright." With her polite smile and clean, lady like appearance she knew he wasn't likely to say anything. After she said that she turned and began walking towards the boy whose hand he'd injured.
Giving him a genuine smile she pushed her hair back off her face. "Are you alright? Is your hand okay?" She honestly hoped he was okay, she didn't like to see anyone get trampled on like he apparently had.
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on Oct 10, 2008 16:45:57 GMT -5
"Are you alright? Is your hand okay?"
Race looked up to see a well-to-do looking woman standing over him. He got to his feet, knowing how rude it was to sit in a lady's presence, unless she was seated as well (he was a newsie, sure, but he still knew how to be polite. No newsie ever got by selling papes by being rude, after all). His hand was still sore, but no longer in that much pain. "Thanks, ma'am. It's doin' fine..." he glanced at the gentleman (ha!) who was still walking. He hadn't seen her trip him. "Thanks for your concern..." As an afterthought, he picked up his papers and held them beneath his arm, hoping she would buy one...or, five. Hey, he needed to make a living here...
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Post by Alexandreia Halliway on Oct 13, 2008 13:44:47 GMT -5
Lexi gave him a smile, "Oh you don't have to call me miss." She didn't bother to say she was a newsie because at this point she wasn't. She hadn't sold since the first couple days they'd been in town. "I'm Lexi and I'm glad your hands okay, that guy was a jerk in the worst way."
Her smile bared a bit of teeth, as she thought of the look on his face right before he'd fallen on it. "Can't stand people who think they're better than us." She shrugged it off before smiling, "Need to get rid of a paper? I haven't bought one in ages so I don't think it'll hurt my pockets too much."
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on Oct 13, 2008 17:16:31 GMT -5
"Oh you don't have to call me miss. I'm Lexi and I'm glad your hands okay, that guy was a jerk in the worst way."
Race scoffed. "Tell me about it. It's folks like that that make me wanna be rich someday. Just so I can look at 'em and tell 'em to try steppin' on me now, see what happens..." Racetrack was a kid with big dreams, but he didn't show it. He knew it was almost a sure thing that when he got older and stopped selling papers, somehow, he'd be a millionaire. He didn't know the specifics, but he just knew. It was irony he was trusting here: since he was a kid he had no money, so as soon as he was on his own he'd have all the money he could ever want. He said to Lexi, "Folks call me Race. Good t'meet ya."
"Can't stand people who think they're better than us. Need to get rid of a paper? I haven't bought one in ages so I don't think it'll hurt my pockets too much."
"Well, either way, your hurt is my heal..." he said with a grin, and handed her a paper. "Thanks, Lexi. Boy, you sure you don't wanna buy a few more? Naw, I'm jokin'. But it's not easy. The jack-up, and all the fellas and dames around sellin'..."
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Post by Alexandreia Halliway on Oct 15, 2008 9:17:00 GMT -5
"Tell me about it. It's folks like that that make me wanna be rich someday. Just so I can look at 'em and tell 'em to try steppin' on me now, see what happens..."
Lexi laughed a little and pushed her hair back again, "I hope you get to fulfill that dream." She already knew she was going to like Race, he was a dreamer just like Reid and it was refreshing to hear especially coming from people like her. They had to work day in and day out just to be able to put food in their mouths.
"Folks call me Race. Good t'meet ya."
She smiled at the nickname, thinking how almost everyone in New York had a nickname but when you went to Jersey City the nicknames were fewer and farther between. People had tried to nickname her but she had despised each one they'd given and had instantly shrugged it off and never mentioned it. "Nice to meet you too Race."
"Well, either way, your hurt is my heal... Thanks, Lexi. Boy, you sure you don't wanna buy a few more? Naw, I'm jokin'. But it's not easy. The jack-up, and all the fellas and dames around sellin'..."
With a laugh Lexi just shook her head and took the paper handing over a penny. "I know...I stopped selling because of the raise, but my brothers are still selling. They seem to get rid of all of their papers though. Probably because Perry charms the older ladies and Reid can charm the younger ones." She laughed and shook her head a bit thinking about it. "Thank you for the paper though."
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Post by jade on Mar 18, 2009 16:55:46 GMT -5
Jade watched as a boy stumbled and dropped his boxes,her smirk faded as she jogged over and picked up a couple boxes. 'How could one small boy lift dese boxes' she thought to herself,she held them out to the boy "You'se ok, dese are alot of boxes fer one kid ta lift,you'se want help?" she smiled at the boy."I'se jade bu the way."
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Post by reeves on Mar 18, 2009 17:02:09 GMT -5
Reeves heard foot steps and looked up to see another street kid, a girl, in fact. He didn't meet many people yet, being somewhat new to the city, and not holding to making tons of friends. His first importance was job, and supporting him and his older sister. Also, he had heard that Americans weren't so keen to dirt poor Jersey men or lads or boys to that matter.
"You'se ok, dese are alot of boxes fer one kid ta lift,you'se want help?"
Seth didn't give her a glare, nor a smile, he just kept his focus on picking up the hat boxes and making sure they weren't incredibly muddy. He shrugged and with his eyes still fixed on the box replied to her question.
"I'm fine. And I can lift them fine, just some pesky uneven sidewalk. But if you really want to help, knock yourself out."
He glanced up at her smile, and when she said her name, "Jade." He wondered if that was a true name or not, but either way it was pretty. And he wasn't going to lie and say she didn't fit her name, she was decent looking, kinda pretty, like a jade.
He fixed his blueish hazelish eyes back to the box and mumbled, "Me name's Reeves"
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Post by jade on Mar 18, 2009 17:23:11 GMT -5
Jade smirked and gave the boy a smile,whether he would smile back or not.
picking up her share of boxes,she took a couple of steps then turned around,waiting for reeves to start walking,cause she didn't know were to go. "So reeves were we'se heading ta?"
Jade looked around,and saw some richies giving her dirty looks,she scowled at the cobble stone street "testa di cazzo."She muttered in Italian "I'se hate richies!." she stated and waited for reeves.
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Post by reeves on Mar 18, 2009 17:32:36 GMT -5
"So reeves were we'se heading ta?"
Reeves pulled a crinkled piece of paper out of his pocket and looked at the list of addresses on the paper.
"We got five houses on this street, then we're done. That's it for the day. Been bringing purchases all over Manhattan this whole morning," Reeves explained.
"Just follow my lead and you'll be fine. And just ignore them, they're only bark, not bite. Maybe they bite some people, and maybe they ain't nice, but I got their precious hats for their next big party or ball or whatever they're having, so I'm guessing they need to be somewhat gracious ta me," Reeves explained, sticking his dirt smudged finger into his chest, a little stubborn smirk on his face.
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Post by jade on Mar 18, 2009 17:42:19 GMT -5
jade smiled and nodded and started down the street.
"So You'se new ta New yawk?"
she looked away for a second,and looked down the street."you'se da foist person ta talk ta me,well besides da people i'se have ta talk ta...she looked at him and gave him a gentle nudge. "Is dis one of da houses?" Jade looked at a very large white house,"D
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Post by reeves on Mar 18, 2009 17:50:07 GMT -5
"So You'se new ta New yawk?"
"Yeah, I guess, been here a little under a month," He explained, not going to tell her exactly where he was from unless she asked. Not that he wasn't proud of Jersey, its just every time people figured out he was a jersey lad all they did was make cracks about dairy cows and such.
."you'se da foist person ta talk ta me,well besides da people i'se have ta talk ta..
Reeves looked at her, a little surprised. "I wouldn't expect that, you seem pretty talkative and unshy ta me," He mused, knowing unshy wasn't a word but it was the only word he could think of.
He looked up when she nudged him gently and pointed to the white house. He scanned the paper and then nodded.
"Yeah, this is one of them," Reeves told her, making his way towards the house.
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Thanks Jim!
