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Post by dutchy on Apr 6, 2009 16:18:32 GMT -5
Before Dutchy even thought his plan through he was striding over to Snyder, purposefully walking backwards and looking everywhere, it appeared, except where he was going. Shouting rather loudly a made up headline about a run away boy, another about the latest race at Sheepshead and a murder in Brooklyn.
And Dutchy bumped, rather hard, right into Snyder. He stumbled backward, whacking Snyder's hat of with the pape he was waving and dropped the last of his ten papers just for show.
"Oh, good gracious, Mr. Snyder! Oh, wow, am I ever sorry, sir." Dutchy felt his heart racing a mile a minute. He was never one to cause distractions or purposefully interfere with the law. Especially Snyder. And here he was, attempting to pick up the man's hat, but kicking it away instead, by faux-accident.
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Post by Warden Snyder on Apr 7, 2009 14:43:43 GMT -5
Snyder was caught so off guard, and rather unprepared for what had literally crashed into his side that he practically forgot where he was going. "What in heavens... you boy!" He glared at Dutchy who seemed to be having one heck of a time catching a simple hat. Instead he got to Dutchy and stood closely by, waiting for him to get his hat so that he could have it back! What a mess, and paper everywhere too!
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Post by dutchy on Apr 7, 2009 15:48:46 GMT -5
"Sorry, sir," Dutchy snatched up the hat finally, glancing over to the alleyway where the crates were stacked looking for the boy he was trying to help. He stood straighter and dusted off the hat, only causing it to get even dirtier.
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Post by pupdawkinseitz on Apr 7, 2009 17:05:57 GMT -5
Pup peeked out slightly, watching with wide eyes the tall blonde newsie with spectacles who was fighting off Snyder. His eyes went from his father coming out of the building to Snyder and the newsie. He was still in a hassle. He wasn't sure if he should stay put or run past Snyder. So he trembled in his place, hoping he could stay hidden long enough and that his father might pass without seeing him.
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Post by Warden Snyder on Apr 8, 2009 22:02:19 GMT -5
Snyder was detracted by Dutchy at the moment who seeming was just getting his hat dirtier than before. "Give that to me, boy," he said snatching it right out of Dutchy's hands and dusted it off himself. He gave a glare at Dutchy. "You ought to learn to watch where you are going, you could get yourself in trouble, running into important people in a hurry," he warned.
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Post by dutchy on Apr 9, 2009 23:54:28 GMT -5
"Yes, sir." Dutchy spoke quickly, nodded and glanced without even moving his head to the alley again. Why wasn't the kid running?!
"Here, have a paper, sir, no charge!" Dutchy spoke apologetically and picked up his papers on the street quickly before shoving one against Snyder's dark suit, dust flying everywhere. Even Dutchy coughed a bit and looked aghast, "Oh, no... Oh, I'm sorry!"
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Post by pupdawkinseitz on Apr 10, 2009 0:06:38 GMT -5
Pup sighed anxiously, darting his eyes back and forth. Knowing it was now or never, he bolted out from behind the crate and sped off, not sure which way he was running to, just making like a light out of there. He tried to show the newsie who had been his distration a smile of gratefulness, but the newsie was probably distracted with Snyder. He was almost out of there.
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Post by Warden Snyder on Apr 11, 2009 17:59:08 GMT -5
Snyder was too focused at the mess that Dutchy had made to see anything else. "Get your filthy hands off of me!" he snarled before taking a step fack from the boy. Snyder studied his face for a while. "Children like you should be taken off the street, and taught how to behave properly. Count your blessings boy that I don't have you taken away right now." He would have, but he had nothing on him, except getting his suit a little dirty. He didn't know the boys name, but if he ever caught wind of a blonde newsie causing trouble Dutchy would be in for it.
"Leave me be, get this place cleaned up before i do call the police for your loitering," he said. He quickly turned on his heal and stormed in the other direction, dusting the dirt off of himself as he went. He glanced over his shoulder a few times to make sure that Dtuchy was actually cleaning up the papers that had gone everywhere.
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Post by dutchy on Apr 12, 2009 12:44:00 GMT -5
"Yes, sir!" Dutchy called after him, quickly picking up his papers, coughing from how much dust he'd managed to kick up. He shook off his papers, piling them on a nearby crate at the edge of the alley and the sat down, piecing some of them back together. His heart was beating a mile a minute. If he had pushed the paper to Snyder just a touch too hard and, god forbid knocked him over...
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Post by Don't Ask on Apr 16, 2009 22:02:07 GMT -5
Don't Ask, taking a break from the steam and soot of the forge and out for some air, paused by the gates of the Distribution Center, watching the commotion inside. A tall blond kid was getting awfully hands-on with the Warden--Don't Ask hadn't been here for long, but even he knew that the kid was really pushing his luck.
As he watched, a small kid raced from behind a stack of boxes and bolted for the exit, brushing past Don't Ask in his haste to get away from the scene. Horseshoe, Don't Ask's faithful dog, bounced around to face the direction the kid was running and whined, clearly fighting the temptation to run after him.
"Stay, boy," Don't Ask murmured, leaning down to stroke the dog's ears. "Snyder'll take you to the pound if he thinks you're a stray. Stick with me."
He waited at the gate, watching as the kid kicked around the Warden's hat and smacked him with dusty papers. It would've been rather comical if the kid wasn't about to lose his head.
But instead of blowing the whistle on him, Snyder turned and stalked off, leaving the kid to collect his fallen papers. Don't Ask took a step back quickly, staying well out of the Warden's path as he left the Center and pulling Horseshoe back with him--partly to keep his dog as close as possible, but also to silence the low growl that had risen in the dog's throat.
Once the coast was clear, he poked his head back into the center. Pretty much deserted, save for the blond kid. Figuring it was safe, Don't Ask approached him.
"You got guts, man. I was watching you. You were trying to help the kid, right?" Don't Ask winked conspiratorially and fished a couple cigarettes from his pocket, offering one to the kid. "Man. That's bold."
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Post by pupdawkinseitz on Apr 16, 2009 22:30:33 GMT -5
"You got guts, man. I was watching you. You were trying to help the kid, right?Man. That's bold."
Pup had stopped a little ways down the street, sneaking back towards the gate, he saw the Warden leave in a huff and let out a small sigh of relief. Watching an older boy approach the blond newsie and remarking his bravery, Pup knew he had to thank the newsie. He didn't know what he would do if he was in the refuge. Shifting one more cautious glance, he slowly crept back into the distribution center.
He managed a shy grin at the newsie. "Thank you for doing that...I was scared to death he was gonna take you and it was gonna be all my fault."
He looked down at the dog and his blue eyes widened in delight and curiousity. The dog looked right back, watching Pup steadily.
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Post by dutchy on Apr 17, 2009 16:34:18 GMT -5
Dutchy took the cigarette from Don't Ask nodding in thanks and letting a slight smile of embarrassment show. He shrugged with and opened his mouth to speak, attempting to down-play the entire ordeal and admit how terrified he had really been when the kid he tried to help ran back to them.
"Thank you for doing that...I was scared to death he was gonna take you and it was gonna be all my fault."
Dutchy gave the kid a reassuring smile, "Hey, better me than you."
He turned his gaze back to the older boy, "Gotta light?" He feigned a itch on the hand that was holding the cigarette to try and stop it from shaking.
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Post by Don't Ask on Apr 18, 2009 0:00:07 GMT -5
"Gotta light?"
"Oh, right." Don't Ask filtered through his pockets until he found a matchstick and flicked it to life with his thumbnail. He lit the blond's cig first, then puffed his own. "I know you, don't I? You look familiar... You ever hawked around the smithy?"
Horseshoe's tail thumped against his leg, and Don't Ask looked down to find the dog wagging his tail while watching the little kid that had run away earlier.
"Scratch his ears and you'll have a friend for life," he suggested, winking at the boy who looked so enamored with his dog. He wondered briefly if he should offer the kid a cigarette, too, but decided against it; even if he was a newsie, he still looked pretty young. And a lot of kids hurled after their first smoke. No need to make the kid embarrass himself.
"So," he said, looking back to the older guy, "you gotta name?"
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Post by pupdawkinseitz on Apr 18, 2009 12:49:33 GMT -5
"Hey, better me than you."
Pup nodded and gave Dutchy a shy grin back. He would have felt bad if this newsie was in the refuge, but that didn't mind he wanted to go that awful place, he had heard horrible stories and just hearing them had made him tremble. He studied Dutchy, a look of admiration on his face, he had never seen somebody so brave.
Scratch his ears and you'll have a friend for life,"
Pup grinned and reached out a hand, saying, "You're sure? Okay." He petted the dog gently and scratched his soft ears, and a grin wider than before emerged on his dirt smudged face.
He listened to the older two talk, satisfied with petting the smithy's dog. He wasn't the most talkative anyway. He knew little kids weren't supposed to butt in. He scrunched his nose up the tiniest bit at the smoke, but it was okay that they smoked. Many newsies smoked. Pup remembered how his father had poker parties and the parlor would be filled with cigar smoke. He also remembered how the maid made a silent fit while airing out the room. He smiled up at the two newsies again and glanced around, still petting the beautiful dog.
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Post by dutchy on Apr 18, 2009 15:06:16 GMT -5
"You ever hawked around the smithy? You gotta name?"
Dutchy inhaled and nodded, "Few times, yeah. Kinda hard to yell with all the clankin' that goes on around inside... Once I figured out the rhythm wasn't too hard." He smirked, "Kinda musical, in a way." Dutchy shook his head at how incredibly stupid that sounded. "Anyway... Oh, name's Dutchy."
He held the cig in his lips, papers in one hand and extended his free hand to the guy. The smith seemed awful scrawny for a blacksmith. Good upperbody, sure, but still rather slight of frame.
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