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Post by lockpick on Sept 25, 2008 17:55:16 GMT -5
Lock rolled his eyes and sighed. He jerked when she jabbed him. He laughed and had to put his fork down. "Well, I got lucky... didn't I." He shrugged. "Life isn't fun unless you take some chances." He finally was able to take another bite, sadly looking at a piece of cake that was almost done. "Sometimes I pick random horses to bet on at the tracks." In reality, Lock wasn't much for games of chance. Lock took another bite, and eyed the one bite left. "It was over too fast." He said as he just watched the last piece.
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Post by bunky on Sept 25, 2008 22:57:53 GMT -5
Piper was almost done with her past piece of cake and she looked over at Lock, seeing him eye his own last piece. She kind of felt what he was going through at that moment. It's one thing to be done with a meal and know you'll have another one soon enough, but it's another when all you can afford is that one piece of joy, that one piece of heaven, and all that one piece will hold you over for the next three days, four if you're unlucky. Goes to show Newsies have very small precious things in the world, and all they can afford is one piece of heaven a week.
"I know how it feels....to have that one piece left." Piper murmured to him in a weak smile.
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Post by lockpick on Sept 27, 2008 7:27:38 GMT -5
Lock knew she was watching him, but at the moment he didn't care. He would have never guessed that cake could be something precious. When Piper spoke he forced a grin to lighten the situation. "Yeah, but it was good." He finally ate the last piece and let it soak in his mouth as he slowly chewed it. He swallowed it with a genuine smile, "That was probably the best food I've had in a while." After not eating anything sweet in such a long time, it was very delicious. "Eventually things will get better." He told her, though some doubt plagued his thought.
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Post by bunky on Sept 27, 2008 12:40:52 GMT -5
"Of course they will." Piper replied with a grin as she took the last bite of her own cake and felt it melt in her throat. She smiled pushed her empty plate away from her satisfied.
"So Lock-Pick, you've been a Newsie for a longtime?" Piper asked, trying to get a friendly conversation on their hands.
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Post by lockpick on Sept 30, 2008 14:43:50 GMT -5
Lock thought for a moment about how long he had been a newsie. "Um, maybe 4 years. I left the factory at 13... so, yeah... 4 years." He thought he was doing a good job at keeping track of the years. "I became a newsie because I needed a job with no walls." He smiled, "How about you, how long have you been a newsie?"
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Post by bunky on Sept 30, 2008 19:08:37 GMT -5
"Well since I was eight. SInce my folks died it was either this or working at the docks. My brother is already at the docks so I took up this here, and I loved everyday of it." Piper replied to his question.
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Post by lockpick on Oct 2, 2008 14:05:46 GMT -5
Lock smiled, "That's pretty neat. I think I'd pick newsie over the docks any day. Not that it isn't bad... it's just that I don't really swim." Lock shrugged and smiled. "It's not something they teach you at the factory." With his food done, Lock didn't have something to occupy himself with. He let his finger trace patterns on the counter while keeping Piper in view at the same time.
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Post by bunky on Oct 2, 2008 17:58:45 GMT -5
"Ah, I would understand that. I never learned how to swim either." Piper replied to his remark and saw him trace patterns on the counter. She smiled and tapped her fingers on the counter next to Lock Pick.
"Do I bore you?" Piper asked in a playful grin.
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Post by Officer John Wren on Aug 12, 2009 22:08:12 GMT -5
[[New Day]]
He knew he had a beat to walk, but if he went another minute without eating he wouldn't be able to focus on anything else. He wasn't too familiar with this area of Queens yet, so he walked into the first building he saw: a kosher deli he'd never even heard of before. He would have preferred a restaurant, but at this point if it was edible, he was eating it.
The place was empty when he walked in. There was no one behind the counter. "Is anyone here?" he asked, craning his neck to see if he could take a glance into the back room. There was no reply, and John sighed. Then he noticed a sign on the counter propped up next to the cash register.
Gone For Lunch, Back At One
John scoffed. They worked in a deli, for goodness' sake, where did they go for lunch? He checked his pocket watch, it was only fifteen after twelve. Where else was there to eat in this neighborhood?
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