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Post by Smalls on Aug 7, 2009 12:12:45 GMT -5
- New Day -
Leaning against a tree and idly puffing at the remaining stub of her cigarette Smalls carefully watched the shadows. Thanks to a little Birdie she had heard all about her friend's incident with the bull and she was itching to get a crack at him herself. The fact that he had a badge had also reached Smalls ears, but to her the information was about as shocking as a newsie having a pape. The damn coppers always seemed to be knee deep in whatever shit was going down.
A gust of wind violently twisted the shadows beneath the trees and for a brief moment the small flashes of moonlight illuminated someone coming near. She flicked her cigarette to the ground but remained where she was, leaning casually against the large oak and watching the figure approach. There was a very slight but very sinister smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth, and as she waited she slowly reached behind her back and absently fingered the small switchblade she had securely tucked in her belt.
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Post by Joe on Aug 10, 2009 23:48:36 GMT -5
Joe rolled his cigarette back and forth over his knuckles as he watched Palmer leaning against the tree.
"You gonna youse dat blade or just palm it?" he asked striking a match on the bricks near him, the flame lighting his face but for the brim of his hat tipped to obscure it.
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Post by Smalls on Aug 11, 2009 0:02:55 GMT -5
At his voice her hand instantly relaxed, leaving the small weapon in her belt as she pushed herself from the tree walked briskly toward him. "Damn it Joe!" She punched his arm as she approached, quickly snatching his cigarette and taking a few puffs before returning it. "Aint no way he's gonna show his face now with you here, I coulda had 'im." She glanced back the way she came, glaring at the darkness. Smalls had wanted the kidnapper dead all along, but since seeing how he'd left Lucky a new rage burned inside of her. She would get her revenge, and he would wish he had never been born.
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Post by Joe on Aug 11, 2009 6:13:32 GMT -5
"Palmah, sides you and me dere's no one within a 3 block circle of heah. He's liein low..." Joe took a drag he knew, he'd walked the area for the past 3 hours, stalking, thinking, frustrated not that it showed. No he'd learned how to hide any tension a long time ago, came with the streets and not giving you hand away. "How's Lucks?"
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Post by Smalls on Aug 11, 2009 18:19:54 GMT -5
Smalls sighed, leaning against another tree and sliding down so she sat with her arms resting on her knees. "She looks like hell." She saw Lucky for no more than a moment before she took off for the park, determined to show the scum why he didn't mess with Brooklyn. Lucky and Smalls had been together since childhood, both having their fair share of shiners, but Smalls had never seen her companion so beaten.
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Post by Joe on Aug 12, 2009 1:53:45 GMT -5
"He'll look worse." Joe promised as he sat down next to Palmer and rested his arm around her shoulder, like it was the most comfortable position not a sign of comfort. He knew Palmer well enough to know she'd accept this.
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Post by mittens on Aug 24, 2009 9:51:02 GMT -5
((NEw DaY))
Mittens smiled deeply to herself as she walked past the trees, So this is where Lucky got beat up huh? she thought. Mittens wasn't looking for trouble, she just happened to pass by here when she was visiting brooklyn. It's as simple as that, but if that bull wanted her? He's gonna get what ever Lucky gave him, or worse. Because she was ready for it if it happened.
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Post by Naomi Talbot on Aug 31, 2009 21:18:53 GMT -5
((New Day)) Snapping her coin purse closed after delivering invitations to the social event she and Medda had deemed to throw for the upper crust, she passed by the lodging house for a moment just to see how the newsies were doing. They were mobilizing. With a brow quirked the woman sailed down the pathway her head held high in her high collar dress. Though she looked like a lady, there was a very obvious sway to her hips that suggested she knew how to move them. The singer had done many things over the years, and she was finally where she wanted to be. There was a sexy swagger in her gait as she managed a smile. Things were going to get interesting, and all of New York would hear about the plight of those less than them. |
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Post by tobias on Sept 2, 2009 12:03:41 GMT -5
Tobias walked along the path with his hands in his pockets. His boss gave him a couple days off work as a punishment for the incident with Scar. There wasn't any fights going on in the boxing ring, so he was trying find something to do. He raised his face towards the sun enjoying the warmth on it. He took his right hand out of his pocket and touched the fading bruise on his cheek and then the healing cut on his lip. It had been a while since his face was this free from cuts and bruises.
Toby shoved his hand back into his pocket and continued along the path, kicking at a stone here and there. He looked up just in time to see a lady walking the path towards him. She was familiar to him but he couldn't quite make out who she was. As she got closer, it came to him. Naomi Talbot, the owner of Caprice Hall. A small smile made its way onto his face as he remembered the lady. Usually girls liked the sight of him because he was a nice looking guy and very well built but were always intimidated by his size and the cuts and bruises. She was one of the only females, that wasn't from Brooklyn, that wasn't afraid to talk to him. "Hello, Naomi."
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Post by Naomi Talbot on Sept 2, 2009 22:16:40 GMT -5
Naomi paused and looked at the man confused, lifting her chin. "Do I... know you?" He didnt look familiar but then again maybe he'd come to one of the shows? It was hard to tell at the moment but she frowned and stepped past him. "If you'll excuse me.." that was a little strange, not many of her fans spoke to her like they knew her.
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Post by jason on Sept 10, 2009 22:55:14 GMT -5
*New day*
Jason leaned against a tree, a cigarette dangled from his mouth. His green eyes observed the area around him. He looked over to his left, and pushed some of his hair out of his eyes. No, he didn't want to cut his hair completely off, it was fine how it was. If he got one more comment about how his hair fell into his eyes...oh, there would be trouble.
At the moment nothing too interesting was going on. What a shame, he needed something that would ease his boredom. If nothing happened, then he was going to McGinty's for a strong drink. He worked hard that day, and Jason loved to drink. Some could say that he even had a drinking problem. He disagreed, the only problem he had at the moment was that he couldn't find his good bandanna.
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Post by cherishkylet on Sept 10, 2009 23:28:13 GMT -5
It was a nice day, and sells went great for a change. Her eyes looked up at the mixture of colors in the sky as she shoved her hands in her pockets messing with the change loving the sound it made. Poet really didn't know where she was headed, but frankly she didn't care she just wanted some fresh air and maybe a cigarette. She pulled out a cigarette and brought it to her lips before lighting it with a match as she stopped her walking and leaned against a tree. She was bored out of her mind but figured she could at least do some thinking. She looked around and saw a boy not far from her, she really didn't recognize him, yet it didn't surprise her she didn't know many people these days. She took a puff from her cigarette and then took off her cap twirling it with her free hand as her waves of hair fell into her face over her right eye. She whistled a happy tune she had heard a few days ago and she smiled for once it wasn't fake, she was actually rather happy with herself today.
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Post by jason on Sept 11, 2009 0:45:28 GMT -5
Jason reached into his pocket for another cigarette and groaned. The butt that he just flicked onto the ground was his last. He pushed his hair out of his eyes in annoyance and looked around. He needed another smoke, it wasn't a want, it was a need. Two completely different things. He sighed, and walked away from his faithful tree. Why didn't cigarettes grow on trees?
He spotted a girl not too far away from him who was smoking. His eyes were fixed on the white cylinder. He swallowed, and made his way over to her. "Hey girlie, you got another smoke?" He called over to her. It was very out of character for Jason to talk to someone first, especially a girl he didn't know, but desperate times called for desperate measures, right?
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Post by cherishkylet on Sept 11, 2009 10:19:27 GMT -5
Poet looked up toward the boy as he called over to her. She smirked slightly at his question and laughed a little bit to herself, she always seemed to meet people in the weirdest situations. She tilted her head slightly and looked him up and down as she blew out a smoke ring from her pale pink lips, she was normally rather sweet but she figured due to the situation she could be abit of a smart ass for once. "Whats it to ya?"she asked as she put one hand in her pocket, she had quite a few actually, she carried them on her at all times, when she ran out she'd spend her earnings on them even if she only had enough to buy cigarettes she'd go without eating first. She pulled out one and showed it to him as she looked at him raising her eyebrows,"Well?"she asked as she smirked again, her smile was still seen through the smirk though so it wouldn't have surprised her if he caught on to the fact that she was just messing around.
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Post by jason on Sept 11, 2009 11:05:19 GMT -5
"Whats it to ya?"
Jason rubbed his forehead, pushing more of his brown hair out of his eyes, "Don't mess with me." He said firmly. He wasn't in the mood to mess with anyone, especially a girl. A girl that he didn't know, she didn't look familiar. And obviously, she wasn't from Brooklyn. You could just look at a Brooklyn girl and know she's from Brooklyn.
"Well?"
His green eyes narrowed, as he looked this girl over. He fixed his gaze on the white cylinder she held in her hand. "You know, it isn't wise to mess with someone from Brooklyn." He said, reaching out to grab the cigarette, wondering what she would do.
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