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Post by bunky on Jun 3, 2009 19:17:25 GMT -5
Piper smiled when he said he had to leave. She knew he must of places to go and people to see, and she didn't want to keep him here to keep him from other matters. She walked over and looked around to see if she knew the place well enough.
"Actually, you can walk me back to the Manhattan borderline, if that's okay?" She wasn't familiar to the Bronx area and she didn't want to wonder alone since it was getting late anyways.
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Post by Lord Byron Hastings on Jun 3, 2009 19:46:56 GMT -5
"Actually, you can walk me back to the Manhattan borderline, if that's okay?"
Byron smiled and picked up her papers for her and tucked them under his arm, "Sure thing." He waited for her to put her shoes back on and placed a hand on the small of her back to guide her out to the street.
(If you want me to rp after this one, like at the border or whatever, send me a pm and let me know where. (-: )
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Post by shorty on Jun 6, 2009 13:00:58 GMT -5
((New Day))
Shorty stood in the sand, watching the tides. She finally made it to Bronx. Now all she had to do was find Dodger. She thought back on her talk with Prince. 'Do I really have a bad attitude?' she thought. She didn't really TRY to have a bad attitude she just never saw a reason to talk to people because she was always stealing, not socializing. Thta was a grifter's job. Shorty thought back to the missing kids, trying to think of more reasons why the kidnappers had chosen those two.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jun 6, 2009 17:21:37 GMT -5
Fighter walked in the sand along orchard beach, enjoying the peace and quiet of the moment. It wasn't often she chose to be alone, but recently it had seemed like a good way to calm down. Too many times recently she had come close to losing her grip and usually it was when she was working and some jackass decided he was drunk enough to try to fell her up. Just thinking about those scummy bastards trying to get their feel in made her blood boil.
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Post by shorty on Jun 6, 2009 17:39:13 GMT -5
Shorty saw someone walk onto the sand, a girl, roughly two years older than her. After seeing how most people acted toward her that day she wasn't sure if she should approach her. 'Maybe she knows some things about this kidnapping stuff,' Shorty thought. She was uncertain she should go ask the girl, seeing as she looked angry about something.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jun 6, 2009 17:46:56 GMT -5
Fighter gazed out over the water for a moment, coming to a stop not far from Shorty. Not having noticed her right away, Fight was slightly surprised to see someone else on the beach when she turned to start walking again, but she covered that emotion with a smirk. The girl didn't look familiar but then again Fighter was the one walking around in a different borough.
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Post by shorty on Jun 6, 2009 18:00:18 GMT -5
Shorty noticed that the girl had come closer, and sh had a smirk on her face. "Do ya know anythin' about these kidnappins'? Oh, I'm Shorty by the way, nice to meet ya," Shorty said and turned to face the girl, "Anyway I'm helpin' Prince find out who's kidnappin' all of these kids. Do you know anyone who's been kidnapped?" Shorty finished. Hopefully this person would be willing to give her some names.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jun 6, 2009 18:14:46 GMT -5
Once Fight got within hearing range the girl started running her mouth about the kidnappings and go Fighters full attention. Taking a few quick strides, Fighter stopped directly in front of her, getting in her face. "Who are you, kid? I know who runs with Prince and you don't look like someone he'd trust to get him a cup of water, let alone run around the city badgering people 'bout something you really shouldn't run your mouth about unless you have a useful piece of information." Fighter shook her head in disgust at the girl and balled her hands up into fists at her sides barely restraining herself from hitting the girl.
Most newsies knew that the way to get answers wasn't to go running up to the first person you see and ask them about it. Especially if you didn't know who that person was. After all, kids were being kidnapped obviously New York isn't the place to interegate people you don't know about things you know very little about. "You even know any of the kids who are missing, girlie? Or are you just trying to look important?"
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Post by shorty on Jun 6, 2009 18:24:24 GMT -5
"Hey, Prince didn't give any names, but the more kids I know the easier it is to find the pattern these people are using. The name's Shorty, consmen extrodanaire," Shorty said adding a little bow, "Anyway, from what I have heard it sounds like the Spanish Prisioner Scam, or they're using the kids that were kidnapped for the Black Market, forcing them to work for free. I found Prince last night and he told me to go to the Bronx to find Dodger. Now seeing this dilemma from my point of view, I think that not only do you New York newsies want the kids back, but you want to get even. Am I right?" Shorty asked.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jun 6, 2009 18:35:40 GMT -5
Fighter gave Shorty a bored look as she spoke and then sneered openly when she finished and grabbed the color of her shirt getting back in her face. "Guess I was right, you feel lilke being important. Well let me tell you this, kid, your thoughts aren't real useful. You don't know what your talking about and if you think you've thought of a reason why our friends and kids are going missing we've already thought it. You're new, go find a job and keep your thoughts to yourself. I honestly can't think of a person who gives a damn what your point of view will be."
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Post by shorty on Jun 6, 2009 18:49:45 GMT -5
"Now Now lets not lose our temper now," Shorty said putting her hands up defensively, "You know, you remind me of someone I once knew back in Paris, she lost her little brother, got that same attitude that you have right now. Now I know you don't want ot hear my opinions and everything, I was only lucky Prince actually LISTENED to me. No one ever wants to tlisten to the short one but oh well. Anyway, I know what I'm talkin' about. I've been conning people longer than you have probably been sellin' papers. But if you really want help catching these goons you need more help than just the boroughs, you need as many people as you can get," Shorty finished. She knew somehow she hit a pressure point by mentioning what she mentioned. "Listen I know newsies only listen to other newsies in there area, same thing as Chigago, except Chigago ain't got the leaders like you guys do. But the less allies you have on the outside the inside allies will go mad, and start blamin' others. Fights are gonna start comin around and it'll get nobody anywhere. Now I know you think I'm tryin' to make myself important but if you saw anyone get kidnapped tell me, I'll find out who it is via police records, then find out how they are connected. Now if YOU dont want my help fine, I still have plenty of time to find everything out. Now I'm pretty sure the more people who get kidnapped the less allies you have, so now would be a pretty good time to get some more allies before they're all gone," Shorty answered calmly. She remembered with the girl back in Paris that you had to stay calm to get things past her, "Now, you are going to let go of my shirt, either tell me the stuff I need to know, or I'll ask someone else. If you don't know, that's fine by me, ya do know, still fine by me, but hostility in this matter of negotiations right now is not helping you nor I."
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jun 6, 2009 19:35:53 GMT -5
Fighter tightened her grip on Shorty's shirt and laughed in the girls face. "Hate to tell ya this, sweetheart, but this isn't Chicage and I ain't no girl from Paris. I don't have any family and you aren't going to help anyone running around spouting off the bullshit you just spouted off to me." Fighter gave the girl a condescending smirk as she grabbed Shorty's chin with her free hand to yank it and put her face directly in front of Shorty's, barely a centimeter away.
"You obviously don't know the cops that work in our fine city. They aren't going to fill out a report for a missing street kid. Especially considering they're more than likely in on it to some degree, you dumb bint." Fighter shoved Shorty away from her, disgusted with the sheer stupidity and ignorance of the girl. "Actually you know what kid, go ask your questions I'm dying to see how long it takes for you to disappear permanently. I'm betting with the way you run your mouth and the way you think you know everything it'll be a matter of hours. Either that or you'll piss of someone who won't be as kind as me."
Fighter couldn't stand the kids who thought they knew everything and were never wrong. The kids who felt the need to spout off about everything. The fact that Shorty had had the gall to try to analyze Fighter had really pissed her off. Fighter was proud of herself for not just halling off and beating the hell out of her. "Trust me kid no one in New York is gonna want your damn help."
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Post by shorty on Jun 6, 2009 20:04:24 GMT -5
"Oh well," Shorty said shrugging, "Besides, I never said anything about missing kid reports. I'm talkin' criminal reports. Besides, I think I speak Bullshit sometimes too, infact I'm pretty sure everyone has done it once in their life. But... of course... who would believe the short little me when I say I can help? No one, which is why I don't need to know your cops because everyone knows that their criminal archives are unguarded and that anyone who tried could walk in. Now since you don't want my help, then you should let me go, rob me of cash, that way I can have no chance of gettin' anythin' to sell, or buy for that matter, and leave me to starve. No that, is a smart idea. But of course if I was you, I would find out if there were any witnesses who saw anyone get kidnapped, then take that information, sneak into the criminal archives, find some criminals who look like that, beat the shit out of them until they told you where the kids were, rescue them single handedly and come back to the others as a giant hero. But of course you wouldn't listen to a measely little kid like me," Shorty finished, "Now, I propose a proposition. I got two dollars in my pocket. If you give tell me who is missing from your borough then you can have it, plus my extra cash. Now how does that sound?" Shorty said, hoping it would work. In truth negotiation was not her strongest point, those were the grifter's strong points. But this girl was pushing it and she really wanted to find out what was going on. Finally she sighed, "You really want to know why I want to help? Back in Paris, people did bad things to the kids they kidnapped. I don't know about America but the longer someone'se missing the more things happen. Now think about it, people you cared about were kidnapped too, werent they? That is why you threaten me, you dont want to hear a thing about it because it greives you. Now maybe I'm right maybe I'm wrong but oh well. All I want, is information, all you want probably, is to get those kids back." Shorty said, starting to get clausterphobic from getting help by the collar to long, "I suggest you take my offer, and if you do, I will leave you alone. Sound fair?" Shorty said exasperated. She hated it when she got held up to long and distracted from what she was suppose to do.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jun 6, 2009 20:14:55 GMT -5
Fighter cut Shorty off halfway through her speech with a punch to the face. She just couldn't stand listening to the girl go on and on about what she was capable of and what she would do and what Fighter should do. Growling beneath her breath, Fighter grabbed her shirt once more and pulled hard enough to rip it before backhanding the girl across the face. "There you go again, running your damn mouth about things you have no clue about. Did you hear what I said about the cops? Do you know what room they keep their files in? Do you think they keep immaculate records? Are you stupid enough to believe you can get in and out of there unscathed?"
Laughing Fighter took a step back and gazed down at the girl as if she were dirt beneath her boot. "You say one more word about what I should do and I'll pound your face in." Fighter cracked her knuckles making sure the girl realized that it wasn't an empty threat. She would go after the girl in a way she hadn't gone after someone in awhile. "In fact you say one more word period and I'll break your damn arm."
Not only was Fight wound so tight that she had reacted so violently against this girl but her hold at this moment was so tenuous that she was likely to go ballistic on the girl if she didn't walk away now. "You don't know me, you don't know the leaders, and you have no idea what we are doing or how we're getting our information. You want to be a little investigator, run along, find yourself some clues, think up a theory, and shove it where the sun doesn't shine."
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Post by shorty on Jun 6, 2009 20:22:24 GMT -5
Shorty didn't flinch when she got punched. She had learned to ignore pain. She unhinged the girls hands from her collar and took the two dollars she had saved and dropped it on the ground, there was a note on it about the kidnapping but even if the girl read it she would think it was bull. She didn't need it anymore. The place was like Chigago, nobody cared about others truely, just about survival. And she had learned survival the hard way. Shorty walked farther down the beach, until she reached the end. 'If the girl wanted a fight she should just go to a bar. But she shouldn't have to take out on someone who wanted to help,' Shorty thought. Shorty walked off the beach with a bored expression on her face, and made sure that the girl had picked up the cash.
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