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Post by Prince on Jul 25, 2007 4:36:46 GMT -5
It can get a bit creepy here... and for good reason. Some of the people and things back here are not the kindest in the world.
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Post by les on Aug 21, 2008 20:20:16 GMT -5
Les had been walking around Manhattan, or what he thought was Manhattan. He had just had breakfast, and couldn't sell his papers so he usually walked around. Once Les had reached an alley, he knew he wasn't in Manhattan anymore, he could tell that this alley wasn't where he lived. Starting to walk down the alley to hopefully find someone to maybe escort him back to Brooklyn he was thinking, Oh God, please don't let Davey find out, if he does, he'll nevah let me go out alone evah again, he pleaded in his mind. Looking around this alley way, he started taking fast but short breaths. Seeing broken beer bottles, and used cigars and cigarettes on the ground, Les jumped when a black cat came out of the trees and walked across the pathway. Getting a little closer to the end of the alley, he saw a figure leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette. Walking much faster he practically ran behind a tree to see if the man looked mean. Les thinking he was nice, but very built, stepped out of hiding spot and walked toward him. Practically almost crying, Les asked, "Mistah? Could ya please help me?" very weakly. (( Sorry It's so long, I felt like writing!  ) |
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Post by eloiselewis on Mar 25, 2009 21:39:17 GMT -5
*New Day*
Eloise fled down the apartment steps as fast as she could, trying to stop the angry tears spilling down her face. Sloane could be so mean sometimes! Sloane had been writing in her special book that Papa had gotten her, she was always writing in it, when she wasn't working at the mill or setting the table or helping Mama with the sewing.
Eloise had tired of playing with her doll, as much as she loved dolly Shirley, she got tired of sharing her secrets and conversations that wouldn't talk back. She wanted to see what secrets Sloane was writing in that book. She had walked quietly over and had been looking over Sloane's shoulder, watching her sister's neat loopy cursive fill the pages. Sloane always seemed so content when she wrote.
Sloane had realized Eloise was looking and shut the book, getting immediately angry. More tears went down Eloise cheeks as she thought of her sister's exact words.
"Eloise! Why do you always have to be in the middle of everything? You little brat! Why can't you just stay out of my stuff! Go share your secrets with your stupid doll, why don't you?"
Eloise looked for a good quiet place where she could be alone. The stoop wouldn't be a good place, she didn't want every body to see her crying. She ducked into the side alley, and sat down against a dusty crate. She didn't care how dirty her dress got or if she was in a creepy dark alley. She just had to get away. She sighed and rested her palm against her cheek, her gaze on her lap, trying to think of anything else besides the previous fight. She had never seen Sloane so mad before...
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jul 23, 2009 13:10:27 GMT -5
*NEW DAY*
Fighter stood within the shadows of an alley beside the building Scar was living in. She knew it was a bad idea to be here, if he got her alone lord knows he could overpower her and make her pay for what happened before she’d left him. It was why he’d been following her since coming back to New York, there was no denying that fact. Taking a drag of her cigarette she made sure to stay out of sight as she waited for the bastard to come home, she wouldn’t being doing this if Gwennie hadn’t been one of the ones to go missing. That kid meant more to her than anyone had in a long time and Fighter couldn’t believe she’d just let her be taken like that. Because of the people Scar ran with it was a good bet that’d he’d have heard something or was directly involved with what was going on. Fight wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she just stood by while more and more kids went missing.
After what seemed like hours Scar came up the road and Fight flicked her cigarette. She held her breath as he passed her and then she took the knife from her pocket and dug it into his back. “Make one move and I’ll make sure you never walk again you slimy bastard.” Scar stiffened as he felt the tip digging into his back dangerously close to his spine. He stood absolutely still knowing that she wasn’t joking for a second especially considering the terms they had parted on the last time. He may want to kill her but he didn’t want to risk her turning him into an invalid for the rest of his life.
“Well, well there’s a voice I haven’t heard in awhile.” Scar smirked and thought to himself that he hadn’t heard it up close at least, but he’d been following her for awhile now. “Almost forgot how dirty you can really be. Stabbing me in the back doesn’t have much honor, love.”
Fighter spat at his feet, “What do you know about honor you scoundrel? After what you did to me you should be lucky you had everything in tact when I left, if you know what I mean.” She had actually debated castrating him after he’d beat her within an inch of her life but she was to dignified to do it. “I just want to know what you know about the kidnappings.”
Laughing, Scar shook his head, “You Brooklyn newsies have more mouth than brains. Your little buddy already asked me that and I told him exactly what I’m going to tell you. I know –nothing-.
“That’s bullshit! You know something, even if your boss isn’t involved he wouldn’t let something like this go down without knowing something about it.” Digging the knife further into his back she leaned closer, “What the hell do you know?”
Scar clenched his teeth and quicker than Fighter could see he had grabbed her head and flipped her over his shoulder onto the ground by her hair. Fighter gasped as pain shot through her head and down her back but she was on her feet in seconds. Her uncle had taught her to take a blow without letting it affect you. Luckily she had kept the grip on her knife otherwise she knew she’d be in trouble. She also knew that she was incredibly lucky he didn’t have his guns on him when he came home from work or she’d be a goner for sure. The started circling in each other, trying to weigh the others weaknesses. Scar lunged first and Fighter sent a kick to his face, “Ah, ah boy you know who taught me to fight.”
With that Fighter lunged swiping her knife at his side and he stepped back just in time for it to miss. Recovering herself she scowled at him and shook her head, “It would just be to easy for you to tell me what you know wouldn’t it?”
Scar laughed and sent a punch to her gut, “Of course it would sweetheart, you know me better than that. I wanted something first…to taste your blood and see you lying in a gutter.”
Gasping at the pain in her side, she staggered back for a moment and then lunged at Scar managing to knock him off his feet. Once he was on the ground she straddled him and held the knife to his throat. “Say one word I don’t like and it’ll be your blood I’ll be tasting. Tell me everything you know.”
Although Scar hated to admit defeat, he knew she had him. The last thing he wanted was to die especially at her hands. “All I know is that Kelly and Monk aren’t involved. Well…Kelly definitely isn’t involved and as far as he knows neither is Monk. They think the kids are being taken somewhere outside the city and that’s why no one has seen hide nor hair of them. But they don’t know for sure. So sweetheart you gonna give me a good ride while your up there? If memory serves and I know it does, you always liked it on top.”
Fighter scowled and brought an elbow to the side of his head, knocking him temporarily unconscious. “Goddamn pig.” Muttering to herself Fighter picked herself up and frowned as the pain in her back increased. Shaking her head she turned and started back from the lodging house, trying not to curse in pain. He must have done more damage to her than she’d originally thought.
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Post by Birdie Schaffer on Jul 23, 2009 16:51:45 GMT -5
Birdie was watching, dark eyes form the crates as she watched Fighter in her exchange with the man she'd called Scar. It was interesting. She shook her head and scooted farther back into the shadows, she was good at hiding. And never really made a sound, she really needed to stop being at the uncomfortable place and an awkward time.
Her eyes looked away, and she moved away from the situation before edging around to meet back with Fighter, she always had this-- coming out of no where habit. "Fight..." her brow lifted as she fell into step beside the other girl. "Word is, we're supposed to travel in pairs.." she always said-- word is, but the fact was it was hard to FIND Birdie unless he wanted to be found.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jul 24, 2009 13:56:58 GMT -5
Fighter paused as Birdie came up to walk beside her, she glanced over at the girl and shook her head. If Fighters adrenaline hadn't already been pumping furiously through her veins she was sure Birdie would have scared the bejesus out of her. "Forgot how sneaky you can be, Birdie." Fight gave her a grin as she said it. The girl had been gone from Brooklyn for a few months. Well she hadn't been around the lodging house at least. Birdie had the incredible ability to disappear whenever she wanted or needed to.
Fight shrugged at the walking in pairs comment, "Yeah me and Lucks thought it would be best." But she could also take care of herself and wasn't worried about someone coming after her when their regular bait was kids and girls who didn't know how to take care of themselves. She'd slit the throat of anyone stupid enough to come near her. Fight wondered briefly if Birdie had seen anything that had occurred between her and Scar but didn't really care enough to ask. "When'd you get back?"
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Post by Birdie Schaffer on Jul 24, 2009 15:52:33 GMT -5
She stretched her arms over her head, ah Lucky. She hadn't seen her yet but that was probably for the best. She'd heard she was limping back to the lodging house pissed off, someone saw her tussle with some man. There were no details she could get only that he had dark hair. And that was more then half the men in New York. Lucky got a better look, she'd have to find out about that. "Not a bad plan," she remarked to the comment about pairs as they walked.
She tilted her head a bit and shrugged, "Not to long ago. I've been seeing the sites of the great wide. And then I heard about some trouble back home and figured it was time to come home and see what was what.." she always heard. Always knew what was going on. It was strange but she wasn't one for sharing information unless she figured it was going to be helpful. Fighter, well she liked the girl. Had a lot of spunk. Brooklyn to the core. She liked her. "Spot's back too..."
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jul 24, 2009 15:59:09 GMT -5
Fighter shrugged when Birdie said she'd heard of the trouble and had headed back, "Yeah well lately it seems like if it ain't one thing it's another." Rubbing her forehead, Fight pulled a cigarette from her pocket and struck a match before lighting it. "I saw him when he got back, that was when the kids first started going missing."
'It was before Gwennie had gone missing..' Fighter felt a pang in her chest as the thought went through her mind. If only she'd paid more attention to what the girl had been doing and where she'd been going Gwennie would probably still be here. Taking a deep drag, Fighter looked off in the distance, "Haven't seen much of him since. Guess he's been running himself all over the city trying to sort the mess out."
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Post by Birdie Schaffer on Jul 24, 2009 16:04:13 GMT -5
"He's Spot, Fight. He does what he likes but at the core of it his kids mean the most." she rolled her shoulders as she dropped her arms. She never talked more then she did with the other Brooks newsies. Catch her in Manhattan and she would just pretend like she belonged there and not worry. She kind of missed Joe because he was the same way. But she never said that, Joe was an ass.
"Word is nobody knows nothing. You might want to talk to Lucks..." meaning, she knew something Fighter didn't. But Birdie had an annoying habit of leaving that information out and getting people to where they found out on their own. Unless it came to Conlon, then she just sang for him. She'd known him long enough to know better, but not always. "Heard she got into a tussle and she's mighty pissed.."
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jul 24, 2009 16:22:45 GMT -5
Fighter raised an eyebrow at Birdie, "When isn't Lucky pissed when she gets into a fight?" Shaking her head, she grinned. Her and Lucky were a lot alike in that respect, if they weren't laughing while they were throwing punches they were thinking of how to gut the other person. It was a bit odd but altogether entertaining. "I know how Spot is." Doesn't mean she had to like it of course, but she still respected the man more than she did any other living person and for that he'd always have her undying loyalty.
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Post by Birdie Schaffer on Jul 24, 2009 18:19:29 GMT -5
All of them were like that, they would go down swinging for Spot Conlon and it wasn't just because he was there leader. Spot gave them the kind of respect each one of them yearned for. Needed in a way, and he didn't treat them like they were trash for another. He counted them all to be as loyal to Brooks as he was, and Birdie had always liked that about him. Even if he could be a total numb skull at times. But that was what it was like to know someone for a long time.
"True enough," Birdie shrugged and smirked a little. That was Lucky in a nutshell. But even so, she knew Lucky had information that others would find useful. Birdie wasn't always the type to give out info. But she would point you in the right direction.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jul 27, 2009 14:36:07 GMT -5
Fighter nodded and gazed at Birdie a moment before speaking, "You gonna tell Conlon what you saw?" Fight knew she had to have seen what happened. The girl saw everything and it was a good and bad thing in Fighters mind. She didn't like the thought of someone looking over her shoulder and reporting back what she did, but then again it was nice for Brooklyn to have that over the other boroughs. Fighter figured Birdie wouldn't say a word but it had been awhile since Fight had seen her and if she was going to say something then Fighter wanted to be prepared.
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Post by Birdie Schaffer on Jul 27, 2009 19:12:12 GMT -5
"Not unless I need to Fight,?' Birdie responded as she pulled a smoke from her hat and lit it with a match rubbed on a wall as they passed. She didn't think that Spot needed to know this yet, but if she felt that it was something that was going to be a threat to Brooks or the rest of them. She'd report it.
"You got it under control, and when you don't-- then I go to Conlon, deal?" her brow lifted, it was as Birxie always had been. Sure she wasn't always liked but she wasn't someone you wanted to be your enemy. As it was she liked Fighter, so she had her back.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jul 27, 2009 20:22:38 GMT -5
Fight nodded but didn't respond. She desperately despised anyone knowing about Scar and wished beyond belief that the one to find out hadn't been Birdie. Then again she knew the girl was trying to watch her back and would stick to her word about not saying anything unless the situation got out of hand. Fight knew she could handle Scar, she had so far and although at times she let him scare her more than she would ever admit aloud she still felt she could get the better of him in nearly every situation. "You heard anything new about the kidnappings?"
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Post by Birdie Schaffer on Jul 30, 2009 15:36:53 GMT -5
Birdie shrugged her shoulders as she took a drag from her smoke, Fighter did ask right out so it was only fair she tell her. "I have... some new-- interesting things. Like that these kids are bein' taken.. for work.. I heard someone on the street say that someone in the city is using street kids as an outsourced labor force..." Yeah the words Birdie knew, she listened plenty. And that was exactly what she'd heard it called. And Outsourced Labor Force.
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