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Post by Alexandreia Halliway on Jun 2, 2009 17:28:16 GMT -5
Smiling, Lexi nodded a bit, "He is a very good man." He did after all do everything he could to help Lexi find a job when she first came to New York. He was one of the first people she met and she was happy she had, she couldn't think of a better person to be a tour guide. She would probably still have problems finding her way home if he hadn't helped her out.
When Dodger mentioned beating someone up Lexi laughed, "Well if you really want too...." Of course she was joking, but she knew Dodger wouldn't take her seriously.
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Post by Dodger Samuels on Jun 2, 2009 21:54:18 GMT -5
He chuckled and fished a smoke out of his pocket, striking a match on the bottom of his shoe and lighting it. Grinning he leaned back and let the sun shine on. "Well there are plenty a people isn't there love?" he flashed her his famous grin and took a drag.
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Post by Alexandreia Halliway on Jun 2, 2009 22:05:55 GMT -5
Lexi laughed, "Yes there is." She hated to cut her conversation with Dodger short. He was fun to talk with and she didn't get the chance often but she wanted to find her brothers and make sure everything was okay. Slipping her shoes back on, she gave a slight sight. "I better go find Reid and make sure everythings alright." She looked at him, a serious look on her face, "If I here anything about the girl I'll make sure to tell you."
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Post by Dodger Samuels on Jun 2, 2009 23:28:40 GMT -5
He nodded and let out a breath as he drew in some more smoke. "I was heading to Manhattan to go talk to Sweets and give Jack a visit.. i'll catch ya later love.." with a wink that devil may care leader bounded to his feet. "If you need anything Lexi, just hollar.." with a parting bow and a flip of his hat, he was gone.
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Post by Alexandreia Halliway on Jun 2, 2009 23:37:50 GMT -5
Lexi gave him a wave and started off in the opposite direction. She walked with a quick pace, wanting to get back to the lodging house.
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Post by finn on Jun 7, 2009 2:35:23 GMT -5
*New Day*
Finn sat on lay on his filled burlap sack with his feet in the flowing water under the bridge, carving an apple with his knife nonchalantly. He'd been gone for a while and was happy to see his place under the bridge was pretty much how he'd left it.
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Post by bunky on Jun 9, 2009 17:55:25 GMT -5
((New Day))
Piper walked along the river with her barefeet on the grass. She already sold her papers and wanted some time to relax to herself. She was though afraid that more kids were being taken out of the blue and she was on her guard if anything sound happen.
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Post by decker on Jun 9, 2009 20:55:47 GMT -5
Normally, Decker wouldn't be in the Bronx for any reason. He hated the Bronx. The boys were wimps, the girls were ugly, and he didn't care for their leader at all (the lousy Britt that he was). Harsh? Maybe. But Decker was in a foul mood. He didn't care whether he was being harsh or not. He needed time away from all the hubub in Brooklyn, what with Danny Hughes' girl going missing along with some other kids, and everyone gossipping about the girl getting her little tail whooped a few days before. Decker knew that Lucky and Smalls were girls at heart, in that they just couldn't stay out of Danny's business. He smirked at the thought.
Yes, the Bronx was a great place to get away from it all. Out of the frying pan...and into the dishsoap. Decker lit a cigarette as he walked under the bridge--as to what bridge, he neither knew nor cared. He spotted a redhead he'd never seen before, and on the spur of the moment decided to mess with her a little. He was in precicely that kind of mood. "Careful, sweetheart. You ever hear of the monsters that live under bridges?" He looked at her with a smirk that he usually reserved for Lucky and Smalls--flirtatious without any real meaning, affection or committment.
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Post by bunky on Jun 9, 2009 22:45:03 GMT -5
Piper heard the voice of a boy across the river under the bridge. She knew where he was from just from hearing his voice: Brooklyn. All the boys from Brooklyn had harsh mouths and were cold to the world, never showing any affection. It was also a ugly neighborhood for a girl to get herself into. She eyed the boy and placed her hands on her hips.
"So does that mean you live under here?" She asked him in a tease.
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Post by spades on Aug 9, 2009 11:07:41 GMT -5
*New Day*
A humid fog hung over the city as Spades sat on damp grass under the bridge. Next to her sat a stack of 28 newspapers, two less than what she had started out with. It was her first day selling as a newsie on the streets, and so far it was proving to be a lot more difficult than she had imagined. She figured that maybe her wondering thoughts could be the cause of her inability to hawk the headlines with conviction.
Really, there was only one thing on her mind. Why did every newsie seem to be so uneasy? She had caught snippets of conversations during her first stay in the lodge house that night, and everyone seemed to be discussing how they were "so worried" or how there were to be "borough meetings" soon to discuss what to do about the problem. Based on what she had heard, Spades could tell that something terrible was at work and it affected everyone in a big way. She was unsure as to what it could be, though, and she had refrained from asking anyone what had been going on, figuring that it was a sore subject to most people. But the more she let it go, the more it ate away at her. Something told her that she needed to know what was going on. Something told her that her safety might be on the line.
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Post by dewey on Aug 9, 2009 12:45:05 GMT -5
Dewey usually wasn't for metaphor, hell, he didn't even really know what the word metaphor meant but, as he walked through the stifling, late morning fog that which hung over the city like veil, he couldn't help thinking how fitting it seemed considering the mood that had filled the city (or at least the poorer residents of the city) for the past few weeks. What with the kids and dames disappearing left and right. It was like nobody wanted to talk about it too much because, if they talked about it too much, eventually, they would have to consider the possibility that, despite all of the talk about rescuing them, there might not be anyone left to rescue. Plus, to make it even worse, all of the girls and a lot of the little kids knew that they could be next which just added to the tension. At first, Dewey hadn't been to worried about the whole deal. Nobody he knew had been taken, his whole family was safe in Tennessee and he was way older than any of the kidnapped boys but, once the little Halliway kid went missing, he started to take it personally, He didn't know the kid all that well, but he was a nice enough kid and, more importantly, he reminded him of how his brother, Simon, was back when he still lived on the family farm. They kind of looked alike and they were both real imaginative and stuff (though the Halliway kid seemed considerably less violent than Simon). Anyhow, now He wanted just as much as the next guy to get everyone home safe but it still seemed a bit unnerving to him how tense everything was now.
He really had to get away from it for awhile and he had sold most of his papes already so he started to make his way down to the spot under the bridge on the Harlem river where he usually went when he wanted to be alone. However, when he got there, it was already otherwise occupied by a girl who he recognized only vaguely as being a relatively new newsie around these parts. As he got closer, her was surprised to see that she still had most of her papes sitting next to her on the ground. "Hey, you ain't tryin' ta sell papes down here are ya 'cause I gotta tell ya, the ducks don't usually got much money on 'em." he called out to her as he approached, trying to keep his voice upbeat but noticing that it had still come off a bit strained. Normally, he probably would have made a comment about her ass or something like that but what with what was going on nowadays, it really didn't seem to be the proper venue.
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Post by spades on Aug 9, 2009 17:11:53 GMT -5
While looking into the river in the middle of a daze, Spades saw the rippled reflection of a boy walking in her direction. The sight knocked her out of her train of thought and she turned her head to see him. She studied him closely. She figured he was also a newsie not only because of the papes he had with him, but also by how the same look of mild concern that seemed to plague the other newsies was present within him as well. When he spoke, however, he seemed to be more cheerful and pleasant than the others. Spades smiled a bit at his comment and pulled her stack of papes into her lap.
"Yeah, I've slowly been learnin' that about tha ducks. Tha fish, on the otha hand, they tha ones with tha big bucks!" she replied with a smirk. Despite her efforts at a joke, however, Spades couldn't help but notice that the boy still seemed slightly unhappy. Instead of addressing it, however, Spades went ahead with an introduction. She stood up from where she was sitting and held out her hand for a shake. "'Name's Spades. It's actually my first day sellin'. Jus' learnin' the ropes and gettin' used ta everythin'. Obviously not goin' so hot," she said with a slight laugh, motioning to her still full pile of papers. She didn't care about being unable to sell them though. What she wanted more than anything then was to just be able to understand what was going on. She was unsuccessful in trying to figure out what the problem was on her own. She was hoping that maybe the boy could shed some light on the issue the more she talked to him.
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Post by dewey on Aug 14, 2009 10:41:08 GMT -5
Dewey gave a short nod and a somewhat forced smile "Yeah, but they're real stingy" he replied, making his way down to where she was sitting and easing himself into a sitting position next to her. "They jus' float along through life an' leave the ducks wit' all the bills" he joked, smiling the same half smile that he had been wearing for the better part of the past few weeks. "Sorry, bad joke" he added, shaking spades's outstretched hand. "I'm Dewey, I been here 'bout three years but that ain't so long that I forgot how tough the first day can be 'specially if ya' older. I'm sure ya could do it. It jus' takes some time." He leaned back on one hand and pulled out a matchbook and a pack of cigarettes. "ya want one?" he asked holding the pack out in her direction before taking one of the cigarettes for himself. His shoulders relaxed ever so slightly and he let out a small sigh as he lit up and took a drag. "I smoke too much" he commented with a short laugh. "Didn't used to but circumstances bein' what they are..." he blew out a cloud of smoke and gave a slight shrug. "Well, anyhow, goin' back ta ya sellin', ya jus' gotta get out there an' try or else ya nevah gonna make any progress" he paused for a minute and gave Spades an appraising look "Y'know, ya really oughta be sellin' wit' a partner nowadays. Ain't safe for ya ta go it alone." he spoke up finally, looking markedly unsettled. "Don' wanna get kidnapped do ya?"
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Post by street on Aug 25, 2009 17:11:56 GMT -5
~New~
Street walked under the bridge, back and forth, back and forth. This place was wet, it was slippery. She couldn't sleep here. Even with all the blankets she could round up. Street instead decided to go down to the river. It was cool, because of the bridge casting it shadow on the water. Street watched the river swirl and felt a chill go down her spine. One could drown in those waters...
Street stuck her bare feet in the cold water. Her feet could get clean, and it was refreshing. Street hummed a tune she had heard at the Vaudeville Theatre the other night, she had given up dinner for that. But it was worth it, Vaudeville was the best theatre in New York. Street looked around, not many people. It was quiet, and peaceful. She figured she'd spend a couple minutes there and then go find a pocket to pick from. She stopped humming and sighed, leaned back on the bank and closed her eyes.
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Post by Birdie Schaffer on Sept 7, 2009 20:41:00 GMT -5
((New Day -- Reserved for Decker))
Birdie took a drag from her smoke and sat under the bridge just to have some time to herself before Brooklyn mobilized for war. She was on her own, she liked it that way. She'd had to go to Queens and talk to Copper about some things but other then that-- she was on her own and she liked it.
Her brow lifted when she heard some noise behind her and she tried to place the sound. Strange how everyone walked different, some people walked so softly you couldn't hear them; those people were sneaky. Others stomped around with purpose; those people wanted respect. And others, where a bit of both. She'd heard the footsteps of so many people if she didn't know the sound of a Brooklynite even in The Bronx, she should just give up her position and her name.
"What brings ya out Decker? On your way to that meeting in Manhattan? Or just being pissy in a place you hate?"
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