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Post by emilyb on Feb 26, 2009 20:15:27 GMT -5
She eyed him a bit distastefully. She disliked the word hate for personally, but understandable reasons. She wasn't exactly taken by his treatment of the animal. She looked at him from the cat at his comment about them not knowing what was good for them.
"Same coul' be said for people." She grinned, earnestly. "Emily."
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Post by vain on Mar 24, 2009 18:06:00 GMT -5
{New Day}
Vain walked into the alleyway and took a quick glance around her. Wasn't much for the world, but maybe it was in daylight. The sun had begun to set, which of course made everything cast shadows and the alleyway didn't look too inviting. But it sort of had to do for now. She wasn't even tired, she just wanted to relax for a bit.
A few wooden boxes caught her interest and she sat down on one of them, leaning her back against the cold wall behind her. At least it wasn't raining..She sighed and looked down on her hands, mostly just to have something to look at. She was bored, and staring at the wall in front of her wouldn't make it better. Vain soon lifted her gaze when she heard steps getting closer.
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Post by tumble on May 23, 2009 11:18:48 GMT -5
*New Day*
Tumbler grinned, clutching a fine warm toasty piece of bread, right off the vendor. He stared at it for a long moment, feeling a little guilty, he had snatched it. He knew he could've been taken straight to the refuge if he was caught, but it smelled so good and he didn't have the money. He was hungry, and Kloppman did say all growing boys have to eat. Tumbler shrugged, pushing his guilt away, taking a big bite. It tasted wonderful, probably the best he'd ever had.
He sat against a building in the alley way, eating his early lunch, a brown hat with white stripes sat backwards on his head, his brown bangs sticking out. He wore a pale orange collared shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and brown trousers. His papes sat next to him, but he knew he could sell them off in an hour or so if he really tried, but after his stomach was full and content, he didn't really feel like selling yet.
He took a small pouch of marbles out of his pocket and drew a ring in the dirt, and poured his marbles out, proud of each and every one. After living with the Manhattan boys for a year or so, he had become quite the marble shooter, and Tumbler was proud of that. Of course he wasn't as good as Snipeshooter, but getting there. Tumbler sighed, wishing there was somebody else to play with, somebody new to challenge.
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Post by Shamrock O'Shea on May 23, 2009 11:33:59 GMT -5
Shamrock shuffled his feet, kicking a stone. He was a tall boy, with dark brown hair and eyes, and he wore black shorts and a dark blue button down shirt. Shamrock was enjoying his freedom from his sister, exploring the Bronx, but he was bored. When he came upon an alley way, he noticed a boy about his age, sitting on the ground, playing with something. Out of curiosity, Shamrock slowly walked towards the boy, and stopped right beside him. Observing the little round colored balls he was playing with he asked, "What are you doing?" He had seen boys around here playing with them, but he, himself, had never played.
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Post by tumble on May 23, 2009 11:36:45 GMT -5
"What are you doing?"
Tumbler turned his eyes to look at the other dark haired dark eyed boy, and a look of surprise spread across his feautures. "What's it look like I'm doin'? I'm shooting marbles. You ain't never shot marbles?" Tumbler couldn't believe that. "Every city boy knows how to shoot marbles."
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Post by Shamrock O'Shea on May 23, 2009 12:16:50 GMT -5
"What's it look like I'm doin'? I'm shooting marbles. You ain't never shot marbles?" Tumbler couldn't believe that. "Every city boy knows how to shoot marbles."
Shamrock stared at the ground, a bit embarrassed at his question. Of course he had never played. Back home he was too young, and here he was always with his sister and Byron so he never got a chance to ask someone to show him how. He sat down on the ground across from the boy, before answering in his Irish accent, "No, I've seen others playing but I've never played before. Could you show me how?" Shamrock was a quick study and knew if he learned he'd be good; he somehow ended up being good at a lot of stuff (people called him lucky, that's how he got his name)...
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Post by tumble on May 23, 2009 12:30:39 GMT -5
"No, I've seen others playing but I've never played before. Could you show me how?"
Tumbler smiled proudly, he knew something that this boy didn't, it made him feel good, he was competitive when it came to marbles and games. But the boy wanted to learn, and Tumbler would teach him fairly.
"See this ring here? That's the playing ring. The object of the game is to shoot your marble at the other player's marbles, knocking them out of the ring. If you knock them out of the ring, you take them and they're yours. Kinda like poker except your gambling for marbles, not money. Whoever runs out of marbles first loses. You shoot like this, you rest the marble on your tucked in thumb, resting on the side of your knuckle. Then you aim, and shoot with your thumb like this, see? Got it?"
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Post by Shamrock O'Shea on May 23, 2009 13:09:59 GMT -5
You shoot like this, you rest the marble on your tucked in thumb, resting on the side of your knuckle. Then you aim, and shoot with your thumb like this, see? Got it?"
Shamrock picked up one of the boy's marbles and studied it for a minute before tucking in his thumb and resting the marble there. "Okay, I think I got it." He then copied what the boy did to shoot. "Like this?" He shot the marble and knocked 4 marbles out of the circle...
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Post by tumble on May 23, 2009 13:33:16 GMT -5
Tumbler watched him shoot four marbles out of the ring and his jaw dropped open, his brown eyes wide. It took him a long time just to get two out of the ring and this kid got four on the same try. Tumbler swallowed his shock and nodded, before narrowing his eyes a little. He was going to challenge this kid and prove his own skills. A little smirk played on Tumbler's face.
"That was...okay. How bout I play you? See if you can gain some of my marbles huh? You can use half of mine for this round." There was no way this kid was going to win, that was for sure Tumbler thought still smirking a little proudly.
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Post by Shamrock O'Shea on May 23, 2009 20:41:12 GMT -5
"That was...okay. How bout I play you? See if you can gain some of my marbles huh? You can use half of mine for this round." There was no way this kid was going to win, that was for sure Tumbler thought still smirking a little proudly.
Shamrock watched enough people play marbles to know that 4 marbles was a bit better than okay, for a first time. But, for the first time in his life he kept that to himself. "Okay. Sounds good. I don't think I got your name... Mine's Shamrock." Shamrock offered the boy his hand to shake, as the boy was splitting the marbles up...
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Post by tumble on May 23, 2009 21:41:09 GMT -5
"Okay. Sounds good. I don't think I got your name... Mine's Shamrock."
"Tumbler." Tumbler spit in his hand and shook Shamrock's before finishing up the marbles To different sides, he showed Shamrock each special marble that would be his. Tumbler knew how to pick who went first, he pulled out some old knotted or ripped shoelaces, he told the boy to take one, whoever got the shortest lace goes first.
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Post by Shamrock O'Shea on May 24, 2009 22:25:58 GMT -5
Tumbler knew how to pick who went first, he pulled out some old knotted or ripped shoelaces, he told the boy to take one, whoever got the shortest lace goes first.
Shamrock pay close attention to everything Tumbler was telling him about each marble. Then Tumbler pulled out some shoelaces and told him that whoever picked the shortest lace went first. Shamrock looked at the ratty old laces and grabbed one of them. He and Tumbler held them up and compared. Tumbler got the shortest lace, so he went first. Shamrock gave the lace back to him and watched him take the first shot...
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Post by tumble on May 24, 2009 23:24:25 GMT -5
Tumbler nodded, first go wasn't too bad, a small advantage maybe. He glanced at the boy for a moment, summing up his opponent, before he took his marble, rubbing his thumb over it, getting the feel. He knelt down, studying the marbles and picking his targets, before aiming and shooting the marble, but he was thinking too hard. The marble shot out of his hand, only missing all marbles and landing outside the circle. Tumbler looked down in dismay, before shutting his mouth and sitting back, watching Shamrock cooly and mumbling, "Yar turn."
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Post by Shamrock O'Shea on May 25, 2009 21:27:04 GMT -5
"Yar turn."
Shamrock watched Tumbler shoot his marble, and miss. He looked disappointed for a moment, but that quickly faded. Then it was Shamrock's turn... He took the shooter marble in his hand and placed it exactly as he was taught, aimed and shot. It landed inside the circle and he knocked 2 marbles out. Shamrock picked them up and placed them in front of him. Then he politely smiled at Tumbler and shrugged his shoulders, "Beginner's luck...?" Then Shamrock wiped the smile off his face, so it didn't seem like he was boasting. He promised Pallet and Byron that he wouldn't get into trouble, and he knew if he wasn't careful that he might make this kid upset... "Your turn."
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Post by tumble on May 25, 2009 21:39:25 GMT -5
"Beginner's luck...?"
Tumbler nodded, pursing his lips before mumbling, "Yeah, luck alright..." He remembered the boy's name, Shamrock, and the way he didn't talk in a New York Accent, no some other kind that wasn't familiar to Tumbler. He wondered where the boy was from. Tumbler himself knew he was born in Italy, though he didn't remember it much. He was nine now...and he was only a little one, maybe six years old when he reached the city.
His brow furrowed in concentration, and he rubbed the marble in some dust to make it less slippery. He narrowed his eyes, picking his targets again and letting loose, this time shooting softer though, so as the marble wouldn't fly out of the circle again. All that got Tumbler was his marble nudging the side of another before going still. He frowned and kicked at some dust, but quickly told himself to relax, it was only his second turn, but still, he played just about every other day, this kid never, Tumbler knew he should be able to whip this boy in marbles and walk off with all his marbles and laughing, but so far the boy had two of his marbles, while Tumbler had none of his. This was not going as planned at all, and Tumbler wasn't the greatest loser, especially not with newcoming players.
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