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Post by Administrator on Jun 22, 2008 16:48:34 GMT -5
Old but comfy!
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Post by Jack Kelly on Jul 31, 2008 19:07:16 GMT -5
Jack sighed, rubbing his forehead. They were in a heap of trouble. Unlike last time, he had no desire to strike. He knew it hadn't been brought up yet...but he knew people would think to it immediately, since it worked before. But...he wanted to try and find another way. There had to be another way.
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Post by hawkeye on Aug 1, 2008 3:09:50 GMT -5
Hawkeye was concentrating on counting the pennies spread out across her palm. In fact, she was so absorbed in the mundane activity, that she barely noticed Jack as she walked into the room. This was made very apparent when she made to sit down on the sofa and leaped up a moment later, upon realizing that Jack was not part of said sofa.
"Sorry!" she exclaimed. "Sorry- I didn't see you there. I was just counting my pennies...at least I was until I dropped them," she said distractedly. Luckily, the coins hadn't gone very far, so picking them up didn't take very long.
"Ah, yes," she said, "Here they are." She pointed to the pennies in her hand, counting aloud her savings. "One, two, three! Fantastic! Just a few more and I can probably buy a chair of my own so I don't have to sit on you, Jack."
Hawkeye grinned, taking a seat on the arm of the sofa. "You seem cheerful. What's eatin' you?"
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Post by Jack Kelly on Aug 2, 2008 16:54:14 GMT -5
Jack hadn't noticed Hawkeye either, until he was sat upon. He nearly shoved her off of him as a gut reaction before she stood, leading him to grin a bit. "Well you'll be forever countin' pennies if you keep dropping them." He chuckled, then sighed as she asked about his long face.
"Price hike...I'm sure you know about it; otherwise why wouldja be countin' pennies?" He smiled slightly. "Not dat ya gotta worry about it. I'll figure somethin out."
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Post by hawkeye on Aug 2, 2008 17:22:44 GMT -5
"Well you'll be forever countin' pennies if you keep dropping them."
"Yes," Hawkeye said, "But luckily, with the amount I have, it shouldn't take me very long." She grinned and slipped the pennies into her pocket. Though, with her luck, a hole would probably appear in her pocket as she did so and she'd lose the money. Hawkeye quickly checked to make sure said hole wasn't there; fortunately, it wasn't.
"Not dat ya gotta worry about it. I'll figure somethin out."
Hawkeye tilted her head to the side and glanced at Jack. "Oh, you make it sound like you're supposed to sort everything out all aloney on your owny, Jack." She leaned back against the couch a bit. "You know you don't, right?"
Not that Hawkeye had any brilliant ideas to share with the class, but she was well-aware that Jack most certainly was not on his own, even if he wanted to be. (Which makes the newsies sound like a bunch of stalkers (or, were this modern day, the Verizon Wireless group), but that is beside the point.)
"Is there going to be another strike?" she asked. "I mean, you were all gung ho about it the first time and that worked. Why not do it again?"
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Post by Jack Kelly on Aug 4, 2008 16:22:18 GMT -5
Jack chuckled. "I know I know...but I's the leader...ain't I supposed to be the heavy head with dah crown and all that?" He pat the other girl's back gently. Hawkeye was a good gal, been around with him for a long time.
At the mention of the strike, he shook his head. "I dunno...Is gotta talk to the other leaders..but.." He shrugged. "I'd rather not."
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Post by hawkeye on Aug 5, 2008 19:55:35 GMT -5
"...ain't I supposed to be the heavy head with dah crown and all that?"
Hawkeye raised an eyebrow. Shaking her head, she smiled slightly. "I don't think that's true. Just 'cause you're the leader, that doesn't mean you have to do everything by yourself." She liked Jack, but Hawkeye had a feeling that sometimes he forgot that there were plenty of people around that were willing to lend him a hand, should he need one.
"Besides, Jack," she said, "Race wouldn't like if you were wearing the crown, anyway. He's king, remember?" She grinned. It was a vain attempt to lighten the mood, but it was worth a shot.
"I'd rather not."
"Mind my asking why?" Hawkeye looked to Jack, folding her arms across her chest. "Like I said, you were all gung ho the first time," she said. "Why the change of heart?"
There were a million possible answers to her question and any number of them would make perfect sense. She only questioned because, well, Jack really liked to challenge anyone telling him what to do. She was surprised to hear he was thinking of passing up an opportunity to do so.
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Post by manhattan on Aug 6, 2008 23:15:37 GMT -5
Manhattan walked in out of breath, tossing her cap on the end of the stairs banister. Walking over to Jack and Hawkeye she nodded to them both. Tossed the sack of food at Jack "Eat" she gasped at him "I'll go warm up the coffee, My names Manhattan by the way" SHe introduced her self and smiled openly crookedly at Hawkeye before dissapearing into the kitchen with her pot of coffee she carried in the other hand. (She kinda just took the entire pot from Tibbys with her ^-^)
"I got a plan foah ya JAck" She called over her shoulder "ok so its more half a plan but it woirks, hopefully. WHose youah second in command." Setting the coffee on the stove she came back out flopped next to Jack.
"Running from distribution ta Tibby's ta heah is way to much. wooo but ironically i dodged round dodgah ha" she grinned wider "Shoulda seen his face" Turning her face to Jack she looked at him seriously "How ya holdin up?"
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Post by hawkeye on Aug 7, 2008 23:38:51 GMT -5
Hawkeye nearly tumbled off the arm of the couch as the newcomer tossed the bag of food to Jack. She lightly grabbed Jack's shoulder in attempt to keep her balance. Straightening up, she muttered to him, "Sorry- didn't think you'd appreciate me sitting on you again." In all fairness, though, Hawkeye wasn't keen on landing in Jack's lap again either.
"I'll go warm up the coffee, My names Manhattan by the way"
"Oh, I'm...-" She trailed off as Manhattan disappeared, carrying a pot of coffee. "Hawkeye..." she finished lamely. Glancing to Jack, Hawkeye raised her eyebrows and asked, "A...friend of your's?" She wasn't exactly sure what to make of Manhattan's tossing a bag of food to Jack. She didn't think even Prince delivered groceries to him.
"I got a plan foah ya JAck...WHose youah second in command."
Hawkeye's gazed darted from Jack, to the room Manhattan had entered, and back to Jack. If her expression wasn't one of utter confusion, she didn't know what was. "What?" she mouthed to Jack.
As Manhattan returned and took a seat on Jack's other side, Hawkeye leaned back against the couch, folding her arms again. There was a slight frown gracing her lips, though it wasn't noticeable at a glance. She didn't mind someone adding to the conversation, but bursting in and booting her out of said conversation didn't sit well with Hawkeye.
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Post by Jack Kelly on Aug 10, 2008 12:43:06 GMT -5
"Race wouldn't like if you were wearing the crown, anyway. He's king, remember?"
Jack laughed. "Well perhaps I should make him leadah and run off on my marry way. See how you all like that, then."
"Like I said, you were all gung ho the first time," she said. "Why the change of heart?"
"..Gettin older. Is..." He shrugged. "I just need tah talk to the otha leaders first. I justs got more on my mind though..." He smiled. "But thanks for askin, Hawkeye. I
appreciate it." He did. No matter what, he still thought he had the best newsies out of the city. They were always there for him.
When Manhattan came in and tossed him the bag, his eyes widened a bit. "Uhh..." He wasn't used to anyone getting him food. Pulling out a sandwich, he offered Hawkeye half. "Friend. She's...relatively new here."
What?" she mouthed to Jack.
Jack mouthed back, "Crazy" making the cookoo sign over his head. It was the best word that would be easily understood. Manhattan wasn't crazy...just over exhuberant.
When Manhattan came back, Jack pat Hawkeye's back, trying to sooth her a bit. Women.
"Hattan...I'm a Newsie Leader, not an Admiral..wes don't have second in commands." He chuckled. "And Is gotta talk to the other leadah's first before we decide anything...we's dont act alone heah."
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Post by hawkeye on Aug 10, 2008 16:41:47 GMT -5
"Well perhaps I should make him leadah and run off on my merry way. See how you all like that, then."
Hawkeye grinned. "Don't be ridiculous, you know that the only thing Race would do all day is play cards. We'd all be broke if you made him leader."
"..Gettin older. Is..." He shrugged. "I just need tah talk to the otha leaders first. I justs got more on my mind though..." He smiled. "But thanks for askin, Hawkeye. I appreciate it."
She nodded. Hawkeye could understand that. She never thought she'd find herself walking down the street, looking for a "Hiring" sign in a shop window, but even one's years as a newsie had to come to an end, she supposed.
"What d'you think the others'll say?" she asked. Surely Prince, Dodger, and Spot must be in a similar mind-set. If there was any divide between the leaders, she assumed it would be the same as during the "war," Manhattan and Queens vs. Brooklyn and the Bronx.
She smiled slightly as Jack thanked her. "'S no problem, Cowboy." He was a good friend and Hawkeye wasn't the type to completely ignore someone, particularly a friend, who was feeling bad. She might not have had any formal education, but she had enough sense to know when someone was upset and she had enough manners to not leave them hanging.
Pulling out a sandwich, he offered Hawkeye half. "Friend. She's...relatively new here."
Hawkeye nodded, accepting the sandwich. "Thanks. Not new to the area, I assume." Provided that her name was "Manhattan," Hawkeye figured it wouldn't make much sense for her to be called such and come from Patchogue.
"Crazy"
"Alright." Hawkeye shrugged. "I'll buy it." She bit into the sandwich, as Jack explained the lack of a "second in command." She arched an eyebrow. "What's a second in whats-it have to do with your half-a-plan, anyway?" she asked.
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Post by mabel on Oct 20, 2008 14:41:46 GMT -5
[NEW DAY]
Walking into the lodging house, Mabel broke away from David and sluggishly maneuvered her way to the sofa. Collapsing onto it, Mabel whacked her head on the poorly cushioned back, illiciting a groan from the less than pleased girl. Unwrapping her scarf from her neck, Mabel tossed it to her side and massaged her temples.
Turning to David, Mabel forced a smile. "Thank you, David... I suppose it's not a total loss. I mean, you have friends here... friends who I rather fancy might want to hear from you--about... well, about whatever is going on these days."
Noting the thick coat of dust on the floor, Mabel rolled her eyes. The lodging house was not the best environment for the sickly--still, it was quite the step up from a city bench.
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Post by davidjacobs on Oct 20, 2008 20:53:39 GMT -5
Thank you, David... I suppose it's not a total loss. I mean, you have friends here... friends who I rather fancy might want to hear from you--about... well, about whatever is going on these days."
David sighed as he scanned the room for something to boil water in. "I just wish I had more to tell them," he confessed, picking up an empty jar, but changing his mind when the smell from inside nearly killed him. "Here," he said, picking up a musty blanket from the back of the couch and handing it to Mabel. "Cover yourself as best you can, being cold makes it worse. Now..." he dug a hunk of metal out of a cupboard. It looked like it might have once been a teakettle that had seen better days. Now even those less-than-better days were past and it had moved into seeing better centuries. Still, it didn't smell. "How long have you been sick?" he asked Mabel.
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Post by mabel on Dec 21, 2008 0:52:23 GMT -5
Mabel noted David's advice and tugged the ratty blanked around her, gingerly dabbing at her nose with her handkerchief. Shrugging her shoulders at his enquiry, Mabel glanced upwards in thought. "I don't know. A couple weeks, perhaps... honestly, though, it's not worth your trouble. I think I'm getting better."
Still, Mabel was itching to know what news there was of the newsies current predicament. David's lack of enthusiasm was not exactly encouraging. Could it be that weeks had passed without any resolution? Or, worse, any plan of action formulated? The winter season was well on its way and if kids were going to lose their housing, it was the worst time for it.
Getting to her feet, Mabel wandered to the dusty window and peered out. The sky was a light gray and Mabek could have sworn she had seen a few flakes drifting to the gritty ground. "Goodness, I can't believe- I mean, I thought things might have cooled down by now, you know? Prices brought back down or--do they ever clean? I mean, really!" Dragging a finger across the neglected glass, Mabel clucked her tongue.
"I suppose it's not a priority, but still."
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Post by Brook LaRue on Apr 28, 2009 20:54:30 GMT -5
(New Day))
Brook dropped down into the sofa and let out a sigh, wrapping her arms around herself and closing her eyes. She loved being in the lodging house after a day of selling especially when it was quiet. Though she loved the boys, and all of them, because she'd claimed them as hers.
Closing her eyes and she smiled and settled into the soft folds of the couch. Nice.
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thanks admin!
