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Post by sebastian on Jul 16, 2009 19:21:58 GMT -5
"I'm not illiterate, I can read. I know where the restaurant is...."
Sebastian was confused. It was often people stuck around to endure his persistent sourness. Sure, he got the eager masochist now and again, but this lady did not strike him as the type who actively sought out abuse. And, truth be told, his well of insults was drying up quick.
Maybe he could scare her away. It was certainly not his forte, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
"Ja, vell, even if I did make that boy's day, it was entirely necessary... loud boys like him scare away all the rats and unless I fill today's quota, L'apetit might just sack me." Moving back into the alleyway, Sebastian rolled up his sleeves and motioned for her to come over.
"The fat ones are best: the cooks can stretch them the farthest as far as dishes go... seems a little vile, but I guess that's how it's done here in America, eh?" Looking back at her, he put a finger to his lips, "You must be quiet, though--I mean, all it takes is a swift stomp of the foot to kill zem, but their fast little buggers."
In truth, Sebastian was making his own stomach churn with his lies. And he was moderately terrified of rats.
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Post by Peaches Carington on Jul 16, 2009 19:44:26 GMT -5
Peaches walked over to the man with an eyebrow cocked.
"The fat ones are best: the cooks can stretch them the farthest as far as dishes go... seems a little vile, but I guess that's how it's done here in America, eh?" Looking back at her, he put a finger to his lips, "You must be quiet, though--I mean, all it takes is a swift stomp of the foot to kill zem, but their fast little buggers."
Peaches chuckled to herself. She grew up with three brothers, always picking on her, trying to scare her, gross her out, etc... At first it worked when she was a toddler but as she got older she gave just as bad as her brothers and got just as dirty as a boy would. She was a bit of a tomboy as a child. Peaches smiled, a little rat was not going to scare her and this guy looked like he was grossing himself out.
"Oh really...? Well, let's see you go to work..." Peaches covered her mouth pretending to be disgusted, when actually she was trying to hide her grin..
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Post by sebastian on Jul 22, 2009 22:13:36 GMT -5
"Oh really...? Well, let's see you go to work..."
Right, well, this was not going according to plan. Still, he couldn't back down--not after the entire spiel he had just made. This was one of those sink or swim moments, the kind that separate the men from the boys.
Inching towards the wet, trash ridden corner of the alley, Sebastian used his foot to overturn a trash bin cover. Just then, the biggest, most vile looking rat went shooting out from the darkness, scrambling across strewn newspapers.
Sebastian yelped and staggered backwards. Grabbing the woman's arm, Sebastian raced out from the alleyway into the muggy heat of the street. Even someone as irritable as Sebastian couldn't leave a stranger to the mercy of a demon rat.
Chest heaving, Sebastian pressed a hand to his chest. "Scheisse!"
Turning to the woman, Sebastian did not even try to save face. The unmanly sound he had made in the alley was still ringing in his ears and he had little doubt it was still ringing in hers.
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Post by Peaches Carington on Jul 25, 2009 15:36:20 GMT -5
Peaches watched the man inch his way into the alleyway. As he overturned a trash bin cover, a rat came shooting out from underneath and the man yelped, taking off out of the alleyway, grabbing her arm on the way out. When they were out of the alley, Peaches tried to stifle her laughter, but couldn't help letting loose. She started out giggling and then it turned into a full out laugh. Looking up at the man and seeing the look on his face, Peaches covered her mouth and tried to stop laughing.
"I'm sorry. That's not very nice of me to laugh. You have to admit though, that for someone who, to me, tries to put on a big 'tough' guy facade like you, it was kind of funny. The yelp more than the running from the rat." Peaches had a tendency to say what she thought never meaning to hurt people's feelings, and feeling horrible and trying to make it up to them if she did. She bit her bottom lip, realizing that that comment have have offended the man. "Sorry."
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Post by irving on Aug 30, 2009 1:00:09 GMT -5
*New Day* "For fanden," a boy swore as he accidentally dropped his cigarette. He looked at it for a moment, as though deciding if there was enough of it left to save, then the toe of his shoe ground the stub angrily into the cement. Irving was leaning against a wall inside an alley off Webster Avenue. The sun was just beginning its decent and he’d already finished selling his papers, or “papes” as the newsers call them, for the day. He snorted to himself in amusement, newsies plus losers made newsers. Shaking his head, Irving lit another cig with practiced ease and tossed the match into a small pile of leaves in the gutter. He watched as the dried foliage burned, turned into dust, then blew away. An older woman walked by, glancing at the lounging boy disapprovingly. Irving unflinchingly gave her the finger then laughed as she hurried away, scandalized. “<I really hate this country...>” |
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Post by street on Aug 30, 2009 13:44:19 GMT -5
Street followed the old lady. She could see something glinting in her open handbag. She came close, brushed against the lady, apologized and turned away, a gold necklace clutched in her hand. She followed behind the lady a few steps, and suddenly the lady scurried away from an alley's entrance. Street stuck her head around the corner and saw a boy leaning against the wall.
"Heya, I didn't know the rats came out durin' the day!" She snickered, pulling the chain around her neck and tucking it into her shirt. "But then again, ya can never be sure with your kind," Street nodded to the boy. "Now, why did ya give the nice lady the finger, she scurried away so fast I didn't have another chance to nick that nice watch I spotted in her bag. That could've paid for the Vaudeville for a week, ya know!" Street shook her head. She stood on the street, not daring to come any closer. She knew about this... guy, he was bully. Not like the con man who took her watch, but hey... One can never be too careful.
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Post by irving on Aug 30, 2009 23:39:16 GMT -5
Irving watched the girl bemusedly as she ranted, taking note of the fact that she kept a fair distance between them. She must know me... he chuckled to himself. And now that he really thought about it, she did look a little familiar. Nevertheless, she was getting on his nerves.
“Now, why did ya give the nice lady the finger, she scurried away so fast I didn't have another chance to nick that nice watch I spotted in her bag. That could've paid for the Vaudeville for a week, ya know!"
He snorted, “Now are you suggesting that that watch could have paid for the entire vaudeville industry in general, or did you have a specific one in mind? Because honestly, I doubt a lady walking down the street in the Bronx would have a watch worth that much in her pocket.” Smirking, Irving took another drag of his cigarette and waited. He just loooved messing with people.
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Post by street on Aug 31, 2009 15:02:10 GMT -5
Street flicked her head to the road as a man passed by. She reached towards his back pocket-which had a lump suggesting a wallet-but thought better of it and pulled her hand back.
“Now are you suggesting that that watch could have paid for the entire vaudeville industry in general, or did you have a specific one in mind? Because honestly, I doubt a lady walking down the street in the Bronx would have a watch worth that much in her pocket.” He asked her. Street scowled at him.
"I meant that it would pay for shows. Them tickets are forever risin' in price. Why, just last week I had ta give up dinner and breakfast ta pay for just one of them Vaudeville shows, and it wasn't even that good of one!" Street fumed. "Why does it seem that every boy in this city smokes?" She suddenly asked, narrowing in on the cigarette. She kept her eyes on him as she came and leaned against the inside wall of the alley, but she stayed at the entrance, ready to bolt if something went wrong.
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Post by irving on Aug 31, 2009 16:14:42 GMT -5
Irving rolled his eyes and pushed himself off the wall, closing some of the distance between the two of them. “Look, I don’t know how you mistook me for someone who gives a shit, but I honestly don’t, doll. So how about you just turn your little butt around and go bother someone else.”
Why does it seem that every boy in this city smokes?"
He smirked and took a long drag, blowing the smoke into her face. “Because they do,” he replied simply. Of course he knew that was not the case, but she was the one who made the stupid comment in the first place, not him. The bully leaned back against the wall again, hoping she would leave so he wouldn’t have to.
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Post by street on Aug 31, 2009 16:33:44 GMT -5
Street took a quick step back as he rushed toward her, she almost tumbled into the road.
“Look, I don’t know how you mistook me for someone who gives a shit, but I honestly don’t, doll. So how about you just turn your little butt around and go bother someone else.”
"I ain't your 'doll'." Street sneered at him. She coughed as he blew the smoke in her face. "I honestly can't see why you're still alive. Ya would think that ya would've made someone so mad that they just killed ya, but it seems that you're good at squirmin' your way outta things." Street said. She took another step back, courtsied to him and ran off down the street shouting "Rat!" at him. She ran as fast as she could, hoping he wouldn't take time out of his 'busy schedule' to rough her up.
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Post by irving on Aug 31, 2009 16:55:58 GMT -5
Irving laughed out-loud as the girl made her exit. He took another drag, then shouted after her “Kan lide, at jeg sagde, Jeg er pisse ligeglad!”* For a girl who talked tough, she sure was skittish. Laughing again, he relaxed in the shade and watched for more opportunities to present themselves.
(*Like I said, I don't give a shit!)
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Sept 10, 2009 16:15:53 GMT -5
((New Day))
Lucky had no idea why she'd ditched Brooklyn and gone to the Bronx, after spending hours with River at the pub she felt like she had to go and see him again. It was strange, she'd never really felt the need to travel to go and see her friends. If they wanted to see her, they'd show up. But something about what was coming had her going to find River. She wasn't going to talk anyone out of this fight, hell no, she was going to encourage it and get her licks in herself but... something was off and she needed to find out what was bothering her.
Seemed that it had something to do with River lately. She kicked the can and looked around the alley, frowning just a little bit. This was on the top ten stupidest things Miranda Savario had ever done.
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