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Post by trex on Apr 21, 2009 18:24:35 GMT -5
"Ah, well look who's the traveler here eh? I have a brotha who works the docks in Brooklyn. I venture out there."Rex grinned and nodded. He never told anybody that Muse wasn't really his sister. But he cared about her a lot and they had a lot in common, and she was hurt that her brother had left her years ago, that to Rex it just made sense to be her older brother. They looked somewhat similar too so they got by with it. They adopted each other basically. "Sadly, I gotta travel on back to Queens, have to be back ta clean the stalls and some. Hope ya have a good selling day, see ya around Piper? Maybe on my next Hattan' trip." (Sorry for ending this one so abruptly, I was eying the post at the stoops in Queen and wanted to give it a go, and I already have a couple posts going so I had to cut this one short, so I'll post with you guys at the stoop!  )
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Post by Brook LaRue on May 15, 2009 19:36:31 GMT -5
((New Day -- Reserved for Blinkin))
Brooklyn Le Rue folded her arms and sighed, leaning against the large brick wall of the building as she waited for Blink. He was supposed to have been here by now. She pulled her dark hair under her hat and looked around the alleyway.
"Summer stinks and winters waitin'," she sang softly to herself as the shadows grew shorter, it was still early morning and there was a light nip in the air but it was going to give way to the heat of the afternoon in no time at all. "Welcome to New York.."
He'd said he'd make it up to her, leaving her when she had been waiting for him to show up. She'd waited all morning and most of the afternoon before she'd given up. Now, she sighed and slid down the wall to a sitting position. "Boy ain't nature facinatin..." she set her chin on her knees.
"Mon choux..." he was late.. maybe he wasn't coming. Again.
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Post by Kid Blink on May 15, 2009 22:36:26 GMT -5
His papers tucked under one arm, Blink ran down Cherry Street as fast as he could without drawing too much attention to himself. As a "young ruffian," if someone saw you racing down the street at top speed, they were likely to start chasing you, thinking you were trying to escape the scene of a crime. Biggest crime he'd committed lately was leaving a poor little girl waiting on him two days in a row.
So preoccupied with weaving through other people roaming the streets, Blink almost ran right past Brook. His shoes skidded in the dirt as he stopped to go back, kicking up a small cloud of dust.
"Hi!" he greeted with a slight wheeze. "Sorry, I know I'm late, please don't kill me. Someone made off with my pocket watch while I was getting dressed." He pulled out the empty clip, from which usually dangled a dirty gold-plated chain and fob, as proof. "I didn't forget about you this time, I swear it!" Tucking the clip back into his pocket, he pulled off his cap and smoothed his hair. "Er, have you been waiting long?"
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Post by Brook LaRue on May 15, 2009 22:52:19 GMT -5
She sighed and looked up at him, Blink-- she shook her head and sighed before she flashed a smile. The slightly upset look that had been in her eyes was gone in an instant. She could never stay mad at Blink and she also did well with ignoring it when she was so she could enjoy spending time with him.
She reached up and held out her hand for him to help her up. "Sorry about your watch, mon che. No I haven't been waiting to long.." Lie, she'd been waiting the better part of an hour and a half but she could lie while smiling. Even so Blink had always been able to see right threw it. So could Specs.
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Post by Kid Blink on May 15, 2009 23:12:48 GMT -5
"No I haven't been waiting to long.."
"Only two hours or so, right?" Blink said with a sigh as he helped her to her feet. Blink was known for being a little coarse, and there were more than a few people who didn't like him, all for good reason, but Brook was a friend. He would rag on his friends, sure, and often drove them crazy with his taunts and jabs, but he never intended to hurt anyone who didn't deserve it. To leave the poor girl waiting on him and thinking she'd been abandoned, not once but twice... Blink was gonna be riding this guilt for a while.
"I didn't even take time to browse the headlines yet," he confessed. "Have you? Any good ones?"
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Post by Brook LaRue on May 15, 2009 23:16:32 GMT -5
She frowned a little and then wrapped her arms around one of his, "It's alright, mon che. I'm fine.." she let him go and bent down to pick up her papers. Trying to get him to smile, she nudged him and showed in the headline. Headless Man found in Jersey. A small smile crossing her face, that would make papes easier to sell. And it would make him smile.
"Be fun yeah?"
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Post by Kid Blink on May 16, 2009 19:59:12 GMT -5
"It's alright, mon che. I'm fine.."
"Ahhh," Blink purred, "I love it when you speak Cajun at me!"
When Brook showed him the paper's headline, 'Headless Man Found in Jersey,' his eyes lit up.
"Be fun yeah?"
"Classic example of why you should never shave while you have the hiccups!" Blink laughed, as he began skimming the article. "Maybe he was trying out for the role of the headless horseman," he continued. "He'll never get a-head in life now, he just doesn't have enough brains, but at least he'll never have to worry about losing his hair or getting another headache!"
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Post by Brook LaRue on May 17, 2009 1:53:44 GMT -5
She laughed and gave him a kiss on the cheek, she adored him really. He as one of her favorite people even if he wasn't always that reliable. The truth was she'd have probably waited most of the afternoon for him. Even if it wasn't wise.
Her head tilted to the side and she just grinned, "Or perhaps he just lost his wits?" She was terrible at jokes but she did try. She didn't mind flirting or teasing with Blink. He never meant any harm. "It should be easy to hock this headline right, Mon che?" Had she ever told him what that actually meant? She was pretty sure he'd figured it out awhile ago. Hell everyone knew it was a term of indearment.
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Post by Kid Blink on May 18, 2009 13:18:48 GMT -5
When Brook leaned in to kiss his cheek, Blink touched a hand to his cheek, planting the other over his heart and staggered backward. "Oh, be still my beatin' heart!" he crooned, grinning at Brook, and quickly bounced back.
"Or perhaps he just lost his wits?"
"Hah! Good one!"
He folded the paper again and set back on top of Brook's stack, then took up both their stacks, one under each arm.
"It should be easy to hock this headline right, Mon che?"
Putting on a truly terrible French accent, Blink agreed, "Ah, oui-oui, mon petit chou! Tres easy hawkin'!" To illustrate this fact, he turned toward the crowds strolling down the street and shouted, "Headless man wanders Jersey in search of head! Puts out want ad for missing brain!"
((If you don't like the hawking, blame Lara/Shiner. She suggested it. XD ))
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Post by Brook LaRue on May 18, 2009 15:20:27 GMT -5
. "Oh, be still my beatin' heart!" he crooned, grinning at Brook, and quickly bounced back.
She smiled at him, hell if she ever knew what that actually meant who would know. But she was always like that with Blink. And she was always honest. To her, he was like family.
"Headless man wanders Jersey in search of head! Puts out want ad for missing brain!"
That was enough to get a few of their papers sold right away, even though she was giggling. In a way she was using her good friend to keep men from thinking more was being sold then just papers.
"Body found!" she called out waving a paper. "Head missing, the search goes on!" that got a few too. She wasn't as good at the catchy headlines as her friend was but she had a sing song voice that drew people. Plus, it was always fun.
"Thanks. mon choux..." she said after a little while.
((lol hocking headlines is great XD. You know they're fun..))
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Post by Kid Blink on May 23, 2009 21:00:59 GMT -5
"'Reward for my missing head,' says Headless Man in Jersey!" Blink shouted. Promises of fortunes to come made for good sales. Wasn't a lie, really--if the guy without a head could speak, there probably would be a reward.
Then again, maybe if the guy without a head was still able to speak in the first place, he wouldn't care about finding his head. Blink shrugged to himself. Didn't matter, long as the stack of papers got lighter.
Blink and Brook strolled the sidewalks as they hawked, practicing the subtle art of being in your way without getting in your way. There was a lot more to being a newsie than most people realized, Blink often thought. It was more than selling papers and shouting headlines at the top of your lungs, there was talent and skill required. It was an art.
"Thanks. mon choux..."
"For what?" Blink scoffed. "Allowing a gorgeous little Cajun queen to stand beside me and attract customers with her spell-binding eyes so that I don't starve to death this week?" He reached over and lightly bumped his knuckles against Brook's jaw, grinning. "'S me should be thankin' you, darlin'."
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Post by Brook LaRue on May 24, 2009 1:55:08 GMT -5
"For what?" Blink scoffed. "Allowing a gorgeous little Cajun queen to stand beside me and attract customers with her spell-binding eyes so that I don't starve to death this week?" He reached over and lightly bumped his knuckles against Brook's jaw, grinning. "'S me should be thankin' you, darlin'." [/]
She shouldn't blush but she did and to hide her embarrassment tugged on his cap with a smile. They were very good friends and she would do about anything that he wanted her to do. About.
"We should go get something to eat, mon che. My papers are gone.." she was still smiling though, there weren't many people in the world she had more fun with. "Did you ask that girl out Che? the one you were really liking.." she lost track of how many girls and who it was exactly.
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Post by Kid Blink on May 24, 2009 13:09:22 GMT -5
"We should go get something to eat, mon che. My papers are gone.."
Blink was a little surprised to realize that he was only holding one last paper now. "Decapitation makes for good selling days, eh?" he laughed. He flagged down a passerby at random, a kindly looking woman. "Man found decapitated in Jersey, miss. It's my last one. Please?" Throwing in a little wince of pain and a gentle touch of his eye patch, the woman traded a coin for the paper, patted his shoulder and continued on her way. Free of his papers for the day, he returned to Brook's side.
"So, Tibby's? Or you know of anywhere else around here?"
"Did you ask that girl out Che? the one you were really liking.."
Blink felt his ears turn pink, and he feigned confusion to stall. "Which girl? The one with the yellow hair and the calico dress who's always near the flower cart? Or the--oh, the dark-haired dame from Fifth, right?" He cleared his throat nervously. "Yeah, I asked her." He took a couple steps in silence before reluctantly continuing. "She, uh... Well, let's just say, she politely declined my invitation."
In reality, her "polite declination" was a loud scoff of disbelief, a heavy open-handed slap across his face and the generic "you're not worth the dust at my doorstep" speech. Blink had an excellent track record when it came to the girls from the privileged life, they were usually looking for someone to live "dangerously" with for a while, and Blink was happy to oblige. Every now and again, though, he'd set his sights on a dame who wasn't as taken with his charms as most.
"Her loss," he said, shaking himself from his reverie with a noncommittal shrug.
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Post by Brook LaRue on May 24, 2009 14:46:50 GMT -5
"So, Tibby's? Or you know of anywhere else around here?"
"Isn't Tibby's all there actually is around here?" she'd never actually been anywhere else in Manhattan. Family kept her pretty busy.
"Her loss," he said, shaking himself from his reverie with a noncommittal shrug.
Brook watched him and she smiled softly, tucking her arm around his waist since he was a bit taller than she was. Her free hand brushing her hair behind her ear. "We, mon che. They don't know how great you really are.." when he wasn't trying to put on a production. For her when they were just hanging out and he was being himself and not trying to impress anyone. Was the best times she ever had with him.
She looked up at him and frowned a little, "You deserve to be happy, mon choux... You're one of the good ones.." Nodding she dropped her head and kept her eyes in front of her so she didn't run into anything as they went.
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Post by Kid Blink on May 29, 2009 20:49:34 GMT -5
"Isn't Tibby's all there actually is around here?"
Blink shook his head. "Nah, there's a few other places. There's a little cafe-type deal up in Harlem. The food's pretty good." He realized, though, that to get to Harlem from here would mean walking practically from one end of Manhattan to the other. "'Course we could starve to death before we got that far. There's a bakery near the harbor if you feel like bread and cakes. Couple places on the boardwalk if you feel like fighting seagulls. A pub up on Eighth if you feel like livin' dangerously. Bunch of people selling outta carts and wagons in midtown if you feel like roughin' it."
He thought for a moment, then added, "You know, after the run-down, Tibby's might be the best choice anyway..."
"We, mon che. They don't know how great you really are. You deserve to be happy, mon choux... You're one of the good ones."
Blink laughed, brushing off the sincerity of the moment. "Who, me? What are you talking about, I am happy! I spend my days selling with the prettiest girls this side of the Ol' Mississip, and I spend my nights free as a bird! Who wouldn't be happy?"
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