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Post by brooklyn on Oct 6, 2008 5:12:37 GMT -5
<< New Day >>
Isabella had just finished selling her newspapers. Usually she gets done earlier but today someone found out that she made up a headline, the called the bulls and she ran as fast as she could. Bella dropped her newspapers while running, it was a good thing that there wasn't a lot left. Only five or so.
Bella ran up to the bridge out of breath. feeling like she could breath Bella leaned against the bars on the bridge and looked out into the water. She smiled as she saw a big boat go undre the bridge.
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Post by curls on Oct 6, 2008 5:44:21 GMT -5
Curls was just finishing selling his papers when a girl flew past him. Jumping back with wide eyes, he decided to follow her to see what she was doing. Raising a brow when she stopped at the bridge, he walked up to her. "Excuse me, Miss. But, are you alright?"
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Post by brooklyn on Oct 7, 2008 4:22:48 GMT -5
Catching her breath and breathing in and out Bella finally spoke to the boy. "Yah I'm alight." She watched as the cops rushed right by them on the street. "Just decided to give da bulls some excersize." She smirked and leaned against the bridge.
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Post by curls on Oct 7, 2008 5:44:12 GMT -5
Turning around to watch the bulls run by another street, he shook his head and smiled softly. Even though Curls acted like a bad boy, he hated how people were actually bad. But, he didn't want her to know that, since no one does. "Oh. Well, I think they got a lot of that."
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Post by brooklyn on Oct 9, 2008 6:25:45 GMT -5
Bella smirked then chuckled as he said, 'Oh.Well, i think he got a lot of that.' "....Yah I think he did." She ran he hand through here hair a couple of times and said, "Bella." and spit into her and held it out for him to shake.
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Post by curls on Oct 9, 2008 13:40:16 GMT -5
Smirking, he assumed she was a newsie as well. Spitting in his hand as well, he shook her hand. "Curls. Bronx Newsie."
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Post by fibs on Jun 22, 2009 16:59:51 GMT -5
[New Day]
Fibs, munching away at an apple, strolled through the mid-afternoon drizzle. All around her, people rushed two and fro, coats and newspapers acting as makeshift umbrellas. Still, she didn't much mind the rain so long as she had a dry place to go back to when she was good and soaked. For the time being, Fibs had that place.
Running her free hand over the railing on the bridge, she brushed away the little raindrops. Though Fibs didn't mind the rain, she couldn't remember the last time the sun had managed to peak around the persistent clouds. Wiping her wet hand against her wet slacks, Fibs savored the last nibble of her nicked apple before tossing it over the railing. Fibs leaned over to watch it's decent, a vague smile tugging at her lips.
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Post by z on Aug 11, 2009 7:03:04 GMT -5
>>>New Day<<<
Z stepped down from the carriage. It'd been 3 weeks since she had left New York for a Women's rights conference in Chicago. She was tired, her entire body ached, her mind was mush and she couldnt have been happier to be home. She smiled beautifully, breathed deep and did the most nonsensical thing she had done in 3 weeks, she spun around and around her hair coming slightly undone but it was worth it. She was home.
"Home" she breathed, then shaking her head she laughed and picked up her bags began to walk in the direction of the lodging house.
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