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Post by Prince on Jul 23, 2007 3:13:35 GMT -5
Sunrise, sunset, and night time stars twinkle brightly. Enjoy the view of the city.
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Post by hyper on Jun 11, 2008 20:55:29 GMT -5
This part of the lodging house was one of Hyper's favorite part, because well.....this is where she would come to think, or if she was stressed about something she would come here, but this time it was a bout someone special.... Kid Blink.
Hyper though that Kid Blink thought that she didn't even exist
Hyper climbed the fire escape then she jumped to the roof. " It sure is hot out here today" said hyper talking to herself......
Hyper was just daydreaming about kid blink that she didn't even notice someone sit net to her.
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Post by hyper on Jun 13, 2008 6:01:41 GMT -5
"Heya"
Hyper heard someone talking to her, so she turned her head around.
"Hi", said Hyper.
Hyper sounded very cheerful and friendly today for some reason.
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Post by hyper on Jun 13, 2008 14:30:07 GMT -5
Hyper saw the blond/brunette sit next to her.
"What are you doing way up here?" asked the girl that sat next to her.
"Oh nothing really just thinking" said Hyper.
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Post by hyper on Jun 14, 2008 17:07:56 GMT -5
"Hm, about what? If you don't mind me asking."
"no i don't mind.Well do you know Kid Blink from Manhattan?" said Hyper, looking at Rebecca.
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Post by hyper on Jun 16, 2008 20:26:44 GMT -5
"It's ok he isn't dat important" said Hyper, she was trying to make it sound not important, but it ended up that it sounded pretty important.
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Post by hyper on Jun 17, 2008 13:09:02 GMT -5
"Hi Rebecca, i'm Hyper" said Hyper.
"Im kind of new to this selling newspapers thing, so do you know who could help me sell them?"
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Post by hyper on Jun 18, 2008 17:59:05 GMT -5
When Rebecca said her name, Hyper though...why doesn't she have a nickname, but that thought got pushed to the back of her mind when Rebecca asked her where she normally sold.
"Oh I sell at Morris Park".
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Post by hyper on Jun 20, 2008 7:10:47 GMT -5
"Shure".
((back at ya))
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Post by jade on Apr 25, 2009 8:00:15 GMT -5
(((new day))))
jade sat on the edge of the roof, looking down.
she felt isolated in a big city like this. Even though there were so many people she was alone.
this stinks
she only knew one newsie in reality.
and she didn't know anyone else.
jade was stubborn as a mule, but she seems strong, but shy.
shes not good at speechs or just walking into a building and go hi everybody.
here she could be alone, for once thats the last thing she wants.
only her shadow to keep her company.
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Post by Pallet O'Shea on Sept 14, 2009 11:57:38 GMT -5
(((New Day for anyone)))
Pallet sat on the roof of the Lodging House with a canvas in her lap and a brush in her hand. She stared scowling out over the city, watching the people on their rooftops going about their daily lives totally oblivious to what was happening to her friends, her family. She had come up here to try to paint and maybe forget for a minute or two about all her friends who were making their way to what could possibly be their deaths, but every where she looked, everything she saw reminded her of just that. And she felt helpless...
Pallet let out an exasperated sigh and put her brush down next to the palette of paints at her side. She looked at her canvas and a single tear fell down her cheek. Looking back at her from the canvas were the faces of all the people she knew who had gone to fight. All were smiling up at her. She lifted the canvas off her lap and laid it down at her side. She pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapped her arms around them, and rested her chin on top, and continued to watch and listen to the people on their rooftops.
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(c)Red
