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Post by dutchy on Jun 8, 2009 14:07:47 GMT -5
Dutchy shook his head, offering lamely, "No... No, just them. I mean," He sighed a little, "That I know of. I'll ask around." He wrung his hat in his hands, "Tate Potter? The baker? ...I know her. I met her just the other day..."
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Post by Medda on Jun 8, 2009 14:30:13 GMT -5
Medda shook her head sadly at both of them, "Has anyone seen them actually being taken? God that would be a miracle and incredibly helpful." Medda sighed and looked between Ductchy and Lucky before grabbing them both around the necks and halling them in for a spontaneous hug. Medda wasn't usually one to just grab someone like that and suffocate them with a hug but she was so desperately worried about these kids and happy that at least Lucky and Dutchy were okay.
After a moment Medda finally released them both, "Is there anything I can do to help you? Anything at all?"
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Jun 8, 2009 22:29:31 GMT -5
Lucky hadn't any idea how to handle that kind of effection from anyone really so she remained almost stiff in the woman's arms, awkwardly patting her on the back as she she looked around worriedly before she gave in for about three seconds and hugged her back before returning to pretty much, the tough Brooklyn girl she was.
When Medda offered help Lucky nodded, "I think so, keep your ears open.. I think we might be callin another rally sometime soon.." Oh great. She had to go home and tell Danno that his dame was missing. He wasn't sure how the quiet Brooklynite was going to take this.
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Post by Medda on Jun 8, 2009 23:16:00 GMT -5
Medda nodded quickly as soon as Lucky mentioned a rally, "Of course anything I can do. Has anyone spoken with Bryan? He should write a piece about what is going on. I think the the community will want to know. I mean children are going missing." Medda shook her head disgusted with their city. She hated how the rich were revered and the poor were spat at. These kids were the heart of this city and people were taking advantage of their situation. It made Medda feel violent and she wasn't used to that emotion.
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Post by dutchy on Jun 10, 2009 12:47:10 GMT -5
Dutchy gave a strange surprised sound being grabbed into Medda's hug. He didn't hug back at first, in sheer shock, but then nervously moved a hand to touch the back of her shoulder the of the side he was pressed against. He inhaled her scent slowly, and was sure he was blushing as pink as Medda's favorite dress. He hadn't remember the last time he had been hugged in this way, a woman worried over his safety. Not a girl distraught over someone she was sure she was falling in love with, like Shiner had been.
When Lucky broke the hug, Dutchy did as well, though he wished Medda would hug him again. And more often.
"Denton?" Dutchy questioned, "Gee, Medda, I haven't even heard anything from him for... I don't know, months... I thought he was still out of the country..." Dutchy couldn't help but hide his disappointment. He looked up to Denton, as alot of the newsies did. An adult besides Medda, and a newspaper man at that!, who actually looked out for them and cared for them.
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Post by fitz on Jul 2, 2009 21:28:36 GMT -5
((New Day))
He looked up at the sign above the door, and through the glass windows into the room beyond. Certainly, beyond a shadow of a doubt, this was it. Nike had told him about the new music store in Manhattan, and Fitz had taken the afternoon off from selling papers to visit it. He had been planning on meeting Nike...but strangely, she wasn't there. Perhaps she was held up with something? He wasn't extremely concerned, having the feeling that if Nike didn't show up, she had a good reason. He pushed open the door and stepped inside.
The room was full of many different instruments, but Fitz had eyes for only one. He scanned the room until his eyes fell upon the violins on display at the far wall. His breath nearly caught; this was the closest he had been to one on years. He walked over quickly, nearly like a dying man toward water (such was his passion for the instrument, as difficult as it may be to believe), and resisted picking it up in his hands. He touched it gently...it was finely crafted, for certain. He gave one of the strings a soft pluck...it was in tune. With a grin that stretched the entire width of his face, Fitz called into the store, "Hello? Is there someone here? Hello?"
There was no immediate answer. Fitz looked back at the violin, and caught sight of a bow lying on display nearby. Did he dare? As long as he was gentle, he thought, he was sure the owner wouldn't mind. The temptation was far too strong to let pass. He took the violin from its clever wall stand and the bow from its display. He fit the violin under his chin and immediately felt the old familiar comfort of holding the instrument. He plucked all the strings. All in tune. He smiled, and without further hesitation, he began to play.
He wasn't entirely sure what he was playing until he heard Mozart ring through the air of the music shop. He played with passion, a disregard for everything around him, until the bow and strings were the only things on his mind. He played for everything he had been, and all that he had lost.
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Post by Peaches Carington on Aug 4, 2009 13:57:04 GMT -5
Peaches had been talking a walk through Manhattan on her way back to Medda's. Today she was wearing a loose fitting white and blue striped button-up shirt tucked into a pair of black pants. The sleeves of the shirt she had rolled up to just below her elbow and she wore on her head a newsie cap with all her hair tucked up inside, so no one would know she was a girl. To anyone passing by she would appear to look like scrawny older boy, as long as she didn't talk to anyone. With all the recent kids and girls turning up missing, she wanted to be careful. Peaches knew she wasn't supposed to be going out alone any more but she couldn't find anyone around to walk with her to eat at Tibby. So, she dressed up as a boy and walked there alone.
As she was passing by Mason's Music, she stopped dead in her tracks. From outside you could faintly hear some music. She made her way to the door and slowly and quietly opened the door trying to keep the bell overhead from ringing. She stood up on her tiptoes, reached up, and grabbed the bell to keep it from ringing; she wasn't sneaking into the store, she just wanted to see where the music was coming from before it stopped. She quietly closed the door and looked around.
In the room, Peaches found a dark haired boy with his back to her, playing beautifully on one of the violins that had been sitting on display. She stood near the door and leaned up against the wall with her arms crossed. Then, she closed her eyes, remembering her mother playing the same song on the piano when she was just a little girl. Peaches opened her eyes back up, smiled and sighed, forgetting that she was trying to be quiet.
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Post by fitz on Aug 5, 2009 21:26:00 GMT -5
As he played, Fitz could remember his home in Ireland. His father and mother. The boisterious and joyous conversations in Polish that were thrown across the dinner table about the music that always filled the home. Music. This instrument...
Fitz felt tears begin to prick his eyes. He skipped the last few bars of the song he knew by heart, and brought the bow down slowly for the final decresendo. As the note echoed and died away, he heard a soft sound from behind him, and jumped. The bow slipped from his hand, and Fitz panicked as he fumbled for it, catching it by the tip just before it clattered to the floor. He sighed, his heart still racing, as he turned to see a very thin young man standing in the doorway. It was a stretch to venture that this young man (who looked rather poor) was the owner of this shop, but Fitz had learned to make no assumptions. "Are you the owner?"
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Post by Peaches Carington on Aug 6, 2009 16:00:01 GMT -5
Realizing she had been caught watching the boy, a look of embarrassment crossed Peaches face.
"Are you the owner?"
Peaches shook her head no, in response to the boys question. Glancing around the room, she didn't see anyone else around. Looking down at herself and taking in her appearance, she realized the boy probably thought she was a boy as well; which having snuck up on him, could get her in trouble if he didn't realize soon she was a girl. So, she took the hat off her head allowing her long red hair to fall from the top her head. She shook her head and then ran her fingers through it to comb it out. Peaches looked up at the stranger with her baby blue eyes and bit her bottom lip.
"Sorry about sneakin' up on you, darlin', but I heard the music and just had to come in and see where it was coming from." She explained, in her southern accent, "It was beautiful."
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