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Post by Birdie Schaffer on Sept 8, 2009 21:55:51 GMT -5
She looked up at him and tilted her head for a moment setting her hat next to her on the ground before looking back out over the water. "Well they got details we don't but since Danny, Fight and Lucks went to the meetin' I'm sure we'll get what we need to know from them and we'll go on our own. Spot was never much a team player unless it suited him.." When she said never, she meant it. She'd known Spot longer than most so she knew what she was talking about. Though she stood up slowly and looked down at her hat for a moment.
"Jack's got his way of doing things, Spot's got his.. when they actually agree on somethin'.. well it's always interesting.."
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Post by decker on Sept 8, 2009 22:01:58 GMT -5
If three other Brooklynites were at the meeting, there was no reason for Decker to be there anyway. Just as well, too. He didn't want to deal with those Manhattan kids. She stood up as she spoke, and he found once she was finished that he didn't have anything to say to her. Again. Was she just hard to talk to, or what? He decided to go with a failsafe topic of conversation. "Got a cigarette?"
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Post by Birdie Schaffer on Sept 8, 2009 22:09:41 GMT -5
Her brow lifted and she pulled a smoke out form behind her ear and handed it to him, setting her hat haphazardly on her head as she folded her arms before she looked over at him and fell into silence. It wasn't that she couldn't drum up some kind of conversation it was that she wanted to hear what else he had to say if anything.
It didn't seem like he was having an easy time of carrying a conversation with her, when she'd watched him shoot the breeze with anyone in Brooklyn more than once. "You know, this is the first time we've actually been alone?"
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Post by decker on Sept 8, 2009 22:21:01 GMT -5
Decker had been lucky he'd still had one match left in his pocket. Taking a drag on his cigarette, he coughed at her words. What?! He hid his confusion well, though (along with his discomfort, aside from the cough) and said cooly, "What about it?"
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Post by Birdie Schaffer on Sept 8, 2009 22:24:40 GMT -5
She shrugged and turned from the river, "Don't know. It's just something to think about.." a small smile crossed her face as she started to walk away a little. She turned and watched his back for a moment. "So, you gonna walk me back to Brooks or what?"
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Post by decker on Sept 8, 2009 22:30:23 GMT -5
He was tempted to reply with "Whassa matter? You crippled?" but held back. His conversation with Birdie had been entirely less than normal, even...less than casual? He had no idea what the hell was going on. "Uh..." he began, the model of smoothness, "I guess. Sure."
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Post by Birdie Schaffer on Sept 8, 2009 22:35:16 GMT -5
She chuckled a little and folded her arms, she walked like no one else. As if she were not even walking at all. It was hard to hear her and another reason she was so good at finding things other other's didn't know. Truth was she had a lot of ears on the streets of New York. One of them came up to her at that moment, a small dirty little boy whispering to her before vanishing back down the street. She didn't make like it as anything, said nothing but goodbye and turned to look at Decker.
"You coming?"
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Post by decker on Sept 9, 2009 7:44:56 GMT -5
Decker blinked. What the hell. Every second he spent with Birdie things were getting weirder and weirder. Maybe she was secretly a witch or something. That's how she knew everything, she could fly around on a broom and turn invisible and...cast spells or something. It wouldn't surprise him, because Decker realized he was acting stupider than he ever had in his life. He struggled to snap himself out of it. "Yeah! You're the one" he struggled for a word "messin' around with little--minions." Very witty, Deck. Extremely. Maybe it was better if he just kept quiet.
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Post by Birdie Schaffer on Sept 9, 2009 16:49:10 GMT -5
She turned around and lifted her brows before she laughed, "Do you honestly think I know things just because I'm everywhere at once? I've tapped a network, newsies are the best information source in the entire country and all the newspaper moguls use them for is to sell their headlines..." she tapped her nose and started to walk. "Fact is, especially the newsies with no alliance always know more then anyone thinks they do.. that's why.." that was why she knew so much, not only did she listen but she knew where to go to get the information she needed.
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Post by decker on Sept 11, 2009 20:06:58 GMT -5
It was weird, knowing Birdie's secret to success. It made what she did seem easier, almost normal, now that he knew she didn't race all around New York collection information for herself. He was still impressed by her, sure, but now she seemed...almost...approachable? He was seeing her differently now that he knew something about her, instead of her knowing everything all the time.
"Yeah...yeah, sure," he said absently. "Hey, so how much do you use those guys? A lot, would ya say?"
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Post by Birdie Schaffer on Sept 11, 2009 20:17:46 GMT -5
She folded her arms as the walked and tilted her head, how often did she use the network. "All the time, though I was in the trainyards a few nights ago to see the men loading people onto trains and then I asked a few of the workers their what they'd seen." She shrugged, she did a lot to know more than the next person. She honestly couldn't recall the last time she'd sold a paper. "Everyone in the city that knows things knows to come to me so that I can.. figure out what to do with it. I listen, I ask and I know who should know what and why.. better than the next person.."
She wrapped her fingers around the hair that was flying free of her hat as she tried to think about it. "Everyone knows a little bit of something.."
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Post by decker on Sept 12, 2009 10:16:03 GMT -5
As she explained it, Decker almost understood. Someone could have all the information in the world, but it was useless if you didn't know what to do with it. Birdie could hear something and know who to tell it to, who to keep it from, and exactly what it meant. That was her talent. It was why other people told her things. They have the pieces, but only Birdie could complete the puzzle.
"Yeah?" Decker said, unsure of what else to say. "So whaddya know about me?"
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Post by Birdie Schaffer on Sept 12, 2009 14:54:33 GMT -5
She looked over at him and tilted her head for a moment, her chin tilted as she shoved the fly away strand under her cap. "You don't care much about anyone a lot of the time, unless they are in your circle right where you can touch them, you don't care if they live or die. The kids at the workhouse don't mean a damn to you.. your in it for the fight. Am I right?"
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