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Post by Prince on Jul 24, 2007 2:02:29 GMT -5
Come here to pick up the food and you can sit and have a sandwhich right here, or take your cuts and move on.
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Post by bunky on Sept 10, 2008 23:20:32 GMT -5
Piper strolled into the store and sat up on the counter, fiddling with her hands and kicking her feet underneath her while she was on the stool. She looked around to see if she knew anyone in the store. She had her hair underneath her cap, though some of the red strands were sticking out from her sellin' the papers all day. She needed a refreshment and to get some cool air.
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Post by Anna Maria Amaya on Sept 11, 2008 0:19:28 GMT -5
Shiloh was standing beside the counter playing the fiddle and humming, she'd ditched Red some time ago because he was skirt chasing again. Really the idiot did make her feel like a duck. All those other girls were swans, but she --- well it was easier that way.
The fiddle music was very much a part of her, she tapped her foot as she had to play like her heart depended on it. In some ways it did.
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Post by lockpick on Sept 11, 2008 1:22:35 GMT -5
Lock walked up to the counter and sat on a stool. He was thinking too much about money to realize that he sat right next to a girl. As he turned he realized how close he was to her. "I'm sorry." He said, backing the stool up a bit, not being rude, but giving her space. "I'm Lock." He told her, cocking his head towards the music. It was lovely, after her song he'd be sure to compliment her. He kept an eye on the girl beside him, wondering if she'd even say anything back to him.
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Post by bunky on Sept 11, 2008 2:15:28 GMT -5
Piper felt a boy brush her as he sat up on the counter. A warm gaze went across her way as he apologized for brushing at her. She smiled and shrugged, it was really nothing to apologize at all. He would of been a real jerk and slammed into her, like some of the boys around her area just to get her attention. But he was rather polite from it and she smirked at him.
"'s no big deal at all." Piper replied to him in her Scottish accent. She smiled and looked back at him.
"I'm Piper." She replied to his comment and fiddled some more wit her hands.
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Post by lockpick on Sept 11, 2008 12:32:37 GMT -5
Lock turned towards the girl as she spoke; she had a pretty accent. He smiled softly as she did, and let her continue. "Well, it's nice to meet you Piper." he replied. He watched her fiddle with her hands, wondering if she was nervous about something. "You live in Queens?" Lock gave a quick glance over the counter, wondering what to get, before looking back at her.
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Post by bunky on Sept 11, 2008 12:45:00 GMT -5
"No, I live out in Brooklyn, I'm a Newsie there." Piper replied as she saw the Bartender walk over to them and ask her what she wanted to drink. She gave him 5 cents and smiled nicely.
"I'll have a cider with ice please." Piper replied, pushing her cap off her head and letting her hair fall down to her shoulders. She placed her cap back on the counter and then got her hair behind her ear, away from her eyes.
"How about you? You're from Queens?" Piper asked in a polite tone.
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Post by Anna Maria Amaya on Sept 11, 2008 16:10:56 GMT -5
Shiloh rolled her eyes and continued playing, good god didn't they know any better? She continued to play and rolled her eyes again. Wishing that Red would show his stupid face so she could get out of here.
If they were at least going to sit there and listen they should at least give her some coin for her music. With another roll of her eyes she played another tune, the light kind of dancing tune. For some reason she was constantly agitated. What was up with this guy? You don't walk up to someone and introduce yourself like that..... it was unheard of even in Colorado City. You introduced yourself with a colt back home---
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Post by lockpick on Sept 11, 2008 19:44:40 GMT -5
Lock smiled and nodded, "Yeah, I'm a newsie too." He looked at the bartender and ordered, "I'll have the same." he handed the bartender the money. Looking at what was left in his palm he dropped all but 3 cents into his pocket. He turned and placed the money in front of the fiddle player. She seemed a little upset, but wasn't sure if he should say anything. He didn't want to interrupt her playing. "When you're done, come join us." He told the girl, tipping his newsie cap.
Looking back to piper he nodded, "Yeah, I'm from Queens, born and raised... though raised might not be the best of words." He shrugged; kids weren't really raised in workhouses, just told to work, and were left alone when work was over.
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Post by bunky on Sept 11, 2008 21:03:11 GMT -5
"I was raised in Manhattan. I had to either work as a Newsie or at the docks, and I wanted to be around kids my age. I like being out there a lot, though I do want my own place." Piper said to Lock Pick as she shoved her hands in her pockets to keep them from fiddling too much. She looked over at the girl and saw she was indeed upset. But the song she was playing was beautiful to Piper, very pretty. She took out a couple of cents from her pocket and placed it next to Lock Pick's money, smiling at her.
"So how old are ya Lock?" Piper asked out in curiosity.
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Post by lockpick on Sept 12, 2008 14:09:53 GMT -5
Lock listened to Piper; he wasn't used to telling that much about himself, but figured he'd give her the same she gave him. "My family was going through tough times, so I was sent off to a workhouse. I was there for over 6 years when i finally left. I never tried to find my family again; it's been over 10 years since I left them." He shrugged off the painful feelings the story gave him. quickly he moved on to answering her question. "I'm 17, so pretty soon I'll be wanting to get a better job. Especially with all of this mess with the pape prices being raised." He would rather handle the stress of a real job than the newsie stuff.
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Post by bunky on Sept 12, 2008 16:21:29 GMT -5
"Yeah the prices are wearing a lot of us down, if not all of us. I know a couple of kids living on the streets because they couldn't afford to be in a decent place for a night or two. It's becoming too hard to be a Newsie around here." Piper said aloud to Lock as she got her drink from the bartender. She smiled and raised the glass in front of her and to Lock, just to be fun and have a good time.
"To all of the Newsies, Carryin' the Banner." Piper replied aloud, tilting the drink slightly and then taking a nice big drink from it.
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Post by lockpick on Sept 12, 2008 22:45:46 GMT -5
Lock nodded in agreement, "Luckily I've been able to get enough money to stay at the lodging house... though, it does make my meals a little smaller." He took his drink and held it up with Piper. "Carryin' the Banner." He tapped his glass against hers and took a sip. "You must admit... there's no other job like being a newsie." He laughed a little. "I know one thing, I'd pick it over working in a factory any day." He took a sip and grinned.
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Post by bunky on Sept 13, 2008 4:39:58 GMT -5
"Oh of course! My brother had to work the docks when he was around and he hated it so much. THe guys who would work with him were jerks to him, just because he had a Scottish accent. They called him names and other mean things just to tease him." Piper explained as she drank some more of her drink, smiling on how it satisfied her thirst.
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Post by lockpick on Sept 13, 2008 21:45:52 GMT -5
Lock shook his head in shame. "Newsies are such a rag-tag group; we can't make fun of people like that because you'll end up in a fight." The idea made him smile; newsies were pack animals. "We gotta stick together; especially now." He was suddenly gaining more pride in being a newsie. It made him want to endure this whole event just because he wanted to help the other newsies. "I feel like getting up and just taking out the guys in charge." He held his smile, but it was evident that he was pretty serious.
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(c)Red
