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Post by Joe on Jun 24, 2008 22:59:13 GMT -5
Joe listened to there converation with a half ear. He knew they were talking about queens, one of the softer burroughs as he closed his eyes, pulled his cap down, took another drag and leaned against Smalls trying to get comfortable.
At Avalanches comment he nudged his hat up and spoke evenly and not very loudly,his eyes serious and worn out, not sure if it was how tired he was that he couldnt speak louder or if it was just how it was meant to come out.
"War, hell even a strike could hurt da newsies more den help dem. But whatever it is I think somethins comin.... Just havent quite figured it out...."taking a deep drag he spoke again. "And den though dey are tryin ta keep it quiet some theives are back in town. I dont like it at all. " he shook his head and laid it back against the wall and Smalls. He knew the best way to get info to Spot was through Smalls. So he talked while she was around, no matter if he was mulling somethings small or large over, new set of ears and eyes always saw things differently and Smalls was observant sometimes she saw how everything fit together before even he did.
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Post by Smalls on Jun 26, 2008 22:07:37 GMT -5
Smalls shifted a bit at Joe's mention of the thieves, having already been aware of their presence and not happy about it. She was relieved when at that moment the distribution gates opened up and newsies started lining up for their papers. Standing and dusting herself off she nodded to the two boys. "Fellas, I'll be seein' ya," She was addressing Avalanche more than Joe, knowing she wouldn't likely see him for a while. Their paths didn't often cross, but Smalls did enjoy his company.
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Post by Avalanche on Jun 27, 2008 8:47:32 GMT -5
"Aw leavin' so soon?" he said squinting into the bright sky as he looked up at her. "The conversation was just gettin' interestin'! What are we two fellahs gonna do without your beautiful face?" he joked. If nothing else Avalanche was a charmer.
A strike? Well... at this point anything that tore kids apart, or made them go broke was bad news. Though he saw no reason for the newsies to go on strike. Really the thought was rather rediculous. The news of the theivs was new to him. He wondered if there was anything in the papers about them. "How about this?" he asked, "when ya get your papes come back, I'll buy ya first one."
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Post by Dez on Jul 21, 2008 12:39:28 GMT -5
( New Day )
Dez turned the corner to the distribution center, his fatigue visible in his gate. As he walked through the entrance he noticed more noise than usual and glanced up, seeing a few various newsies shouting at each other and at the man working behind the counter. Making his way closer his gaze followed various fingers that were pointing to the pricing board. The reason for all of the tension was clear-- the price of papers had risen. Shrugging he made his way to the wall and leaned against it, hoping Prince would arrive soon. He wasn't positive that such a small increase in price wasn't normal, but he thought he should wait to buy his papers until he knew for sure.
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Post by Prince on Jul 21, 2008 22:27:13 GMT -5
Prince had gotten out of the Lodging House late. she didn't like to leave without the last of the boys with her, that way she knew who was out, who wasn't, and what was going on. However, she found herself in a slight state of surprise when she approaced Distribution to several newsies yelling, screaming and complaining.
She left the stragglers and ran ahead, even though they followed right after her quickly as they could. Once Prince was inside the gate she looked around. She couldn't make out what they were all saying. When she tried to get the attention of individuals it was usually screaming at her which she couldn't understand either. Eventually she had had enough. She got to the window and litterally climbed up ontop of the wobbly counter, which... would hold her weight for now. Suddenly seeing the Queens leader shoot above the crowed got everyone to be quiet. "Thank you," she said, keeping her low tone, and hiding her girlish tendencies. "Now someone wanna tell me what on God's green Earth is goin'n on around here?!"
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Post by Dez on Jul 21, 2008 23:35:20 GMT -5
Dez quickly stepped forward, pushing past a few younger newsies. "It's the price," He paused, glancing around at all the eyes on him and feeling suddenly uncomfortable. Shrugging he pointed up to the board behind Prince before taking a step back into the faces.
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Post by Prince on Jul 22, 2008 11:59:07 GMT -5
Prince looked down at Dez and at first looked a little confused. When he said it was the princes, Prince turned around and looked at the board that she was now eye to eye with.
100 Papers: 60 Cents
Prince was livid. They raised the price. She had to do the figuring. If they had been 50 cents a hundred... and they were now sixty. That means they raised it 10 cents a hundred, but she figured that it affected everything and everyone.
The selling price to the masses was still a penny per paper. So the newsies were losing money. The crowed remained quiet as Prince jumped down from the counter top and slammed her fists down on it. Some of the other leaders might have handled this better, but Prince? She was just mad. Damn higher ups attacking kids, it wasn't fair... she wasn't gonna stand for it. "What's da meanin' of dis?" she asked the man behind the bars. "Why's da price gone up on the papes that go to the newsies?"
Prince let her voice slip a little. She was too mad to control her voice, let alone care if her hair was up at the moment (which is was). She was too angry to care about anything but the money here. But once she spoke she realized it, and remembered to keep herself in check from then on.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jul 24, 2008 12:14:12 GMT -5
Fighter was a little late getting the distribution center, she wasn't used to having to get up for the morning pape anymore, she usually just sold in the afternoon but work at the bar had been a little slow lately and she wasn't making much in the way of tips so she needed the extra cash to go the races later in the day. As soon as she approached though she groaned and wished she'd stayed in bed. Something was going on and she didn't really want to deal with it, but she was already here. Walking into the distribution center she pushed a stray curl off her forehead and glanced up towards the counter and Prince. Fight had never met Prince but she knew she was the leader of Queens. As Fighter made her way through the crowd, she glanced around for any familiar Brooklyn faces and that's when she noticed the price hike. "What da 'ell?" Fight hadn't been a Brooklyn newsie during the last strike but she'd sold papes here and there to make extra money and she'd been outraged then just like she was now. She might not have to sell every edition to make ends meat but plenty of her friends did. Her thoughts immediately went to Gwennie, it was always the little ones she thought about.
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Post by Dez on Jul 24, 2008 14:04:40 GMT -5
Luis watched Prince as she questioned the man, glancing around awkwardly when her voice slipped a bit, hoping no one else had noticed. Clearly from her reaction the small price increase was not a normal thing as he had earlier suspected.
"What da 'ell?"
Hearing a voice beside him glanced over at its source-- a very striking yet very unfamiliar newsgirl. From his experience (which was only a few weeks) if he didn't recognize someone at the distribution center it meant they were from Brooklyn. He knew there had been a strike about a year back, and he remembered hearing about Brooklyn's violent role in it all. He shrugged in response to the girl, but kept his eyes on the happenings at the counter. "You'd think they'd have learned..'
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jul 24, 2008 14:16:05 GMT -5
Fighter glanced at the boy beside her as he spoke, "T'ey nevah loirn, you could tie t'em to t'eir chair and try to force t'em to loirn and t'ey still wouldn't." Fighter was more than a little angry at this, this was messing with her, her friends, and the kids that sold. That was something she wasn't going to put up with.
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Post by Prince on Jul 24, 2008 14:36:42 GMT -5
"Morah da same I'm sure," she said with a glare at the man behind the bars before she smacked the bars with her open hands making them vibrate just a touch as metal bars tend to do when struck hard. "Ya tryin' ta tell me there's nothin' the papes can do about dis?"
She didn't give the man time to answer before she struck the bars again. "You tell dem I dun care what da headlines is, or whatevah the hell they's worried about with prices goin' up else where. Youse tell 'em dat us newsies has gotta live too!" she yelled in a deep voice, which was harder than normal talking.
She turned away from the window and looked at the kids behind her. She needed to get to Manhattan, she needed to see what the plan in Manhattan was. She needed to see Spot too, see if he'd heard about this yet. She was all for a strike, though it had hurt her and the kids of New York right in their pockets last time. She was a bit nervous about starting anything without either full hearted agreement with her fellow newsies, or hearin' from some other boroughs' leaders first. Mostly because she couldn't do this with just Queens alone, and knew it.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jul 29, 2008 11:17:52 GMT -5
Fighter pushed her way through the crowd, trying to hear what Prince was saying. When Prince turned to face them, Fighter could see the indecision playing across her face. She knew the girl had to be thinking about the fact that she needed to talk with the other leaders before making any major decisions about what to do. Fighter herself wasn't sure what she would do if she were in the leaders position. They had to make decisions that would affect all of their newsies, not just themselves. Once again it looked like the newsies may be banning together to fight the papers.
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Post by Joe on Jul 29, 2008 16:13:41 GMT -5
Joe walked into the distribution center and seriously considered walking out. Swearing under his breath and Striking a match against the wall he pulled his hat low and walked passed the group of people forming. "Just a mattah of time." he muttered to Fighter as he passed and swore again. He pushed his way towards the newsroom and knocked on the door. BLowing smoke to obscure his face and waiting for luck to do his rest. THey'd let him in, they always did, always assuming he was one of them. The door opened. Just before he went in he looked back and met Fighter gaze, hoping she'd get what he was thinking, He wasnt going to be in hearing distance of what prince was going to say and needed ears, reliable ears.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jul 29, 2008 21:12:06 GMT -5
Fighter gave Joe the slightest of nods and smirked before turning her attention back to Prince. She was wondering exactly what Joe was up to but figured she'd find out before the day was over anyway. Fighter stayed where she was and lit a cigarette, giving her full attention to Prince. She didn't see too many Brooklyn kids there and figured she'd best keep her ear out for what was being said before heading back to Brooklyn to let Smalls or Spot know. If she couldn't find Spot she knew Smalls would.
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Post by professor on Aug 27, 2008 16:04:05 GMT -5
((New Day))
It was strange, perhaps, that Rainier considered the worst part about being a newsie selling papers. It wasn't so bad once he got into it, but just the thought of having to sell all those papers in one day, working hard for his money and then ending up with close to nothing... He was irritated as he stood in line to get his papers, and once he paid for thirty of them (he never sold all thirty, but he had to try to get there eventually. What a price, for these papers. Did it go up, or was it just him?) and stood nearby, the stack under his arm. He quickly read the front headline, shook his head at the mundaneness of it, and opened the paper to read the stories inside.
A lot of the other newsies lied so they could sell papers faster, but Rainier never did. He was a newsie you could trust. He hated being lied to, so why should he do it to other people? He was just about to go off and try to sell everything when a noise from behind him caused him to turn...
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(c)Red
