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Post by finnie on Apr 16, 2009 20:13:19 GMT -5
{{New Day}}
It's warm. Getting warmer. Everything. So nice. So warm. Cold. He liked the cold. Or did he like the warm? He couldn't decide. Maybe it was both. Or neither. Or a lot of one and a bit of the other. Or a lot of the other and a bit of one. Cold warm cold warm cold. Right left up down fast slow. Such a smart boy, Finnie Jinker was. Too bad Finnie Jinker is such a stupid little boy. Otherwise he would be so smart. Too bad. Too too too bad. What's there? Houses. House one house two house three. "One two three four--one two three four--" he laughed aloud. "Four and four and four and four!" He cackled again. Finnie Jinker was such a smart boy. Pity he's so dumb.
What's this? Newspaper. Print. Extry extry, extry extry, read all about it all about it all about this and that and what and who. Little boys and big boys, little girls and big girls, all with newspapers. This newspaper didn't have a little boy big boy little girl big girl. It was alone. Finnie Jinker picked it up. Now the newspaper had a boy. The boys and girls gave the newspapers to people. The newspaper needed a home. Finnie Jinker thrust the paper out to the next person who passed. "Here!" he cried. "Here's a newspaper! Extry extry!" He grinned broadly at them.
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Post by wendy on Apr 28, 2009 16:51:06 GMT -5
Wendy walked along, her face shaded from the big sun hat she wore to protect her "delicate" skin from the sun. Wendy hated that thing for all it was worth, but Mistress Ada said it was becoming and proper. And at the blind school, you not only learn how to adjust to life without sight, its a fine school, so therefore, its occupants are expected to dress fine.
Wendy huffed and blew the curled bangs out of her face, sighing. She held onto the arm of Adam, another blind student, a kind cheerful boy who loved to talk and was always so excited to leave the blind school and stroll the streets, even if he couldn't see the bustle happening, he still enjoyed it. Wendy really didn't care either way. There was no such thing as getting fresh air in a city like New York. And its not like it was any more exciting than the school, being bumped into and hearing strange sounds was sometimes frightening, not fun. There was no adventure about it. She hadn't seen the faces of any of the people she had been living with for the past two months. The air smelled different, things seemed bigger, scarier. It wasn't Kansas.
Somebody ran up to them, she heard the footseps, and an excited face cried out, Here's a newspaper! Extry extry!" and then she heard Adam let out a grunt as a newspaper was shoved into his hands. Adam found it funny and laughed.
"Um thank you? You probably want change for your newspaper though. Here, take your penny," Adam told him, holding out a penny and waiting for the boy to take it, since he really couldn't see the boy's hand to put it in. Wendy listened with her head cocked to the side, trying to guess the person. He sounded older, like maybe a young adult, but not quite a man, he still had some child in him.
Wendy smiled at him, whoever he was. He had so much energy in his voice, she couldn't help it. She itched at the ribbon that was rubbing up against her chin, before she let out an agitated huff and removed the hat. It wasn't like Ada could see her, she had stopped into the book store.
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Post by Henry James Trisson on May 19, 2009 16:48:30 GMT -5
*New Day*
My name is Trisson, he would say, Henry James Trisson. Paired with a modest, trusting smile, it was all it took for people to say with a great deal of admiration, "Ah, yes, the good Reverend's son! How do you do, Master Trisson?" or "Oh, then you're Charlotte's boy! How lovely to meet you at last..." As with so many others of his caste, Henry James had learned early in life that his parents were his ticket into any upper circle he wanted entrance into. His father was one of the best-known reverends in New York City. The Reverend Mr. Lionel Trisson was adored by all who knew him: he was a model citizen, an extremely pleasant man, and a pious man of God. His wife Charlotte was beautiful, kind and charitable; an excellent hostess and very learned. To know Charlotte Trisson was to love her.
Henry James Trisson made a career out of lying to very nearly everyone he met. He cheated often, stole when his money wasn't enough to get him what he wanted, and scorned his father's religious teachings. Henry James was not charitable; in fact he often stole money from unsuspecting donors, under the guise that he was taking up a collection for the church. He could only be considered kind when it suited him to be so; otherwise his tongue was sharp and his comments nothing short of condescending.
But his parents were such wonderful people.
Henry James lived a personally satisfying life: he could have virtually whatever he wanted, and in any scenario he would have the means to get it. He was often satisfied with his life, and when he was not satisfied--he usually knew what would fix that rather quickly. He strolled (if you were as posh as Henry James, you didn't walk; you strolled) down the street, often tipping his hat to the ladies and gentlemen who knew him by sight. He had a pocket full of the church's money and wanted to use it to buy new cuff links. Or perhaps a cigar case?
He was pondering this when something unusual caught his eye.
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Post by scamp on May 22, 2009 21:05:53 GMT -5
Rio was not having a good day.
Nope. Not at all.
First off, she was soaking wet, because she'd been walking by the river and a person with a dog just had to throw a stone next to her and knocking her into the water.
Second, she'd some how lost half the money she'd meant to buy papers with, so she couldn't make as much as she'd hoped.
Third, it was windy. Wind plus about 30 papers does not equal fun times. It equaled bad times.
"Oh, no!" Rio yelped as the wind caught the papers in her arms and away they flew, scattering everywhere and making a huge mess.
Close to frustrated tears, Rio chased them around, cursing the wind, the dog, and herself for being so vulnerable.
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Post by Joe on May 24, 2009 1:33:37 GMT -5
>>>NEW DAY<<<
Joe continued walking. "Come on then." he called over his shoulder and held out his cigarette in invitation ignoring the thanks since it wasnt his to receive.
"Tryin ta read me isnt gonna woirk foah ya, might as well just ask." He looked at Prince out the corner of his eye and smirked after walking a couple blocks in silence.
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Post by Prince on May 24, 2009 1:37:02 GMT -5
"Yeah... i noticed... what's on ya mind?" she asked as she walked beside him. She was happy to just get away from the lodging house and take a walk through the streets of the city in the nice weather, no stress.
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Post by Joe on May 24, 2009 1:42:20 GMT -5
Joe raised his eyebrow and smirked "Take a guess." he took a drag of his cigarette and his lips twitched. "Ya might want ta be a bit moah specific." He winked at her.
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Post by Prince on May 24, 2009 1:48:14 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes. "You never answered my question," she said with a shrug. "Was that really the only reason ya came ta Queens?' Prince wanted an honest answer. She didn't ask a question that she didn't want an answer to, and and honest answer every time, if she could get it. She understood the concept of lying, but she figured if someone was asking, they deserve to know the real answer for what they were asking. She expected no less, if she ever asked the question.
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Post by Joe on May 24, 2009 1:56:53 GMT -5
"I need ta cool down." Joe shrugged and took a drag of his cigarette. "Seemed like a good place as any ta do it. Killed two boirds wit one stone, yeah?"
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Post by Prince on May 24, 2009 2:01:03 GMT -5
She chuckled. She new her borough had the goody goody rep. But she was kinda okay with it. She didn't see why it was a bad thing, if it was a bad thing. She nodded as she walked down the street. "Things tense in Brooks?" she asked just trying to make a general conversation.
She was trying to keep her mind off of things too, no lie, but really, she didn't mind talking with Joe. At this point it couldn't hurt to have friends just about anywhere in the city. Especially since she didn't have many friends down in Brooks, save for the girls.
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Post by soothsayer on Jun 8, 2009 23:03:47 GMT -5
*NEW DAY*
Soothsayer walked down the street, trying to get rid of the last few papers he held in his hand. Normally he wouldn't be selling because he could usually win some money or con some but he wasn't in the mood today. Instead he decided to walk around a bit and see what he could hear about the kidnappings. Soothsayer was unusually unsettled with all the kids disappearing. It seemed Queens was missing more by the hour.
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Post by gemmahightower on Jun 11, 2009 16:20:14 GMT -5
Gemma was struggling noticeably with selling her papes, and was getting increasingly frustrated with herself. This was a lot harder than it looked! She envied the few newsies that were walking around with only a few more papes, and recounted her remaining papes for the dozenth time. She had sold a total of... six. Joy.
She was so concentrated on her papes that she barely even noticed the blond boy until she almost ran in to him. She managed to stop herself, but fumbled her papers, and a few dropped a few. "Oh, sorry!" she apologized sincerely, scrambling to pick up the papers. She smiled, though her face was flushed with embarrassment. "I-I should really watch where I'm going."
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Post by tumble on Jun 15, 2009 13:16:03 GMT -5
*New Day*
Tumbler was hurrying down the streets of Queens, running fast, dodging people on the sidewalk and street and keeping his eyes open for sight of the girl he had shared the afternoon with, the kind young girl from Brooklyn that had introduced herself as "Gwennie."
Tumbler was heading towards Brooklyn, his brow furrowed worriedly. It was the strangest thing, one minute Gwennie was there, she said she was going to run to the stand to get more bread, but she never came back, and when Tumbler had searched for her, he saw no sight of her. He had thought maybe she had to go back to Brooklyn for something and didn't get the chance to tell him, he wanted to check to see if she was there just in case. He didn't know why but he had a very bad feeling about this. He had only known Gwennie for a day, but she was his friend when others weren't so he cared for her. He wanted to make sure she got home safe.
He was so busy watching for her and puzzling over his worrisome thoughts that he bumped hard into something, knocking him and the other person to the cement below.
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Post by rhoda on Jun 16, 2009 15:19:32 GMT -5
Rhoda had just come out of Tibby's and was scanning the street around her, not really paying attention to what or who was right in front of her when she was suddenly knocked over by a young boy who apparently had been paying as little attention to where he was going as she had been. "Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going. Are you all right?" She asked the boy, bringing herself up into a sitting position.
"Say, you wouldn't have happened to see a little girl around your age walking around here would you?" she asked as she stood up and brushed the dirt off of her dress " 'cause my freind came into the restraunt I was just in almost an hour ago and she had to leave to go meet up with some kid she was feeding ducks with but she said she'd bring the kid back to meet me but she still not back." she explained, her concern evident on her face. "It's not like her to be so late an' she even forgot her hat here so she'd definitely rush back. She loves this hat" her words had grown hurried as she spoke and when she was done, she let out a small sigh. "Sorry, you probably haven't seen her. I'm just really worried what with all the kidnapping that've been going on lately."
She fingered the fuzzy hat lightly and looked down at her feet for a moment before adding a downtrodden little introduction "I'm Rhoda, by the way. You look like you were looking for somebody too. maybe we could help each other."
((gah! I'm like a slug-turtle hybrid when it comes to replies. It's not even very long. *Wallows in her own suckiness* I'll do better next time, I promise!))
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Post by tumble on Jun 16, 2009 23:52:21 GMT -5
"Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going. Are you all right?"
Tumbler rubbed his forehead that he had bumped into the girl with and sat up as well, climbing to his feet as quickly as he dared with being sorts of dizzy. He nodded to the girl, his mind was still only on one thing though, Gwennie, so he quickly mumbled, "Yeah, fine, sorry."
"Say, you wouldn't have happened to see a little girl around your age walking around here would you?"
Tumbler thought about the question and shook his head and listened to her explain her question.
" 'cause my freind came into the restraunt I was just in almost an hour ago and she had to leave to go meet up with some kid she was feeding ducks with but she said she'd bring the kid back to meet me but she still not back It's not like her to be so late an' she even forgot her hat here so she'd definitely rush back. She loves this hat"
Tumbler's eyes widened. Kid? Ducks? fuzzy hat? Gwennie!
"Sorry, you probably haven't seen her. I'm just really worried what with all the kidnapping that've been going on lately."
"No, no, wait! I'm that kid that was at the pond feeding ducks with Gwennie, she said she had to go do something but she was going to come back so when she didn't I went looking for her!"
"I'm Rhoda, by the way. You look like you were looking for somebody too. maybe we could help each other."
"Tumbler. I was on my way to Brooklyn to look for her, why don't you come? She might have just gone to the lodging house...maybe." Rhoda wasn't the only one who was nervous and discouraged, Tumbler was very worried about Gwennie as well.
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