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Post by Administrator on Jul 22, 2007 19:23:35 GMT -5
Shout those headlines!
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Post by nukima on Nov 12, 2007 0:56:05 GMT -5
Nuke stood on the corner, pan flute in one hand and a paper in the other. She skipped around as she played a simple, bittersweet tune. Some people bought a paper from her, while some stood watching her with a smile. A few people even gave her money without even grabbing a paper. She smiled at them, thankfully, as she continued to play. Before long, all her papers were gone, but she continued playing for those with the happy faces standing around her. After all, making people happy was something she loved doing and if she kept playing the way she was, she'd have enough earnings to sleep in and not have to sell the Morning Edition.
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Post by blake on Nov 12, 2007 1:05:38 GMT -5
Blake took a bite of his apple as he walked passed Nuke and then stopped. "hey...'He said, He rmeembered running into her a while back. He hadnt seen her since. 'how are you?"he asked.
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Post by nukima on Nov 12, 2007 15:35:18 GMT -5
Nuke nodded to him to acknowledge that she had seen him. She slowed down her dancing and played the last few notes of the song, taking a small bow as the people around her clapped and tossed her a coin or two. One man, who was dressed in a very nice suit and hat, placed a bill in her hand. He smiled and tipped his hat to her. "It's good to hear more than lies on these streets," he whispered to the young woman on his arm, giving Nuke a wink. Nuke smiled at him before turning her attention to Blake. She smiled, brightly. "I'm doing good." She nodded toward him. "And you?"
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Post by blake on Nov 12, 2007 18:29:17 GMT -5
{{OMG im an idiot... sorry it was late when I was tired when I replied.. *headdesk* *realized she was performing* eek sorry}}
He watched the exchange and grinned a bit. "I dont think ive ever heard you play before... yer good"he said with a nod. "mmm... im good. So this is what you do on the side?'he asked with curiosity.
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Post by nukima on Nov 12, 2007 19:02:08 GMT -5
((lol its ok. no harm done))
She smiled, looking down at the instrument in her hand. "Thanks. Actually, I just picked this up to go along with my selling." She shrugged. "It helps time go by and its fun."
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Post by blake on Nov 12, 2007 19:13:26 GMT -5
He nodded. 'Whatever works right?"he grinned a bit. "Whered you learn to do that?"he asked.
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Post by nukima on Nov 13, 2007 22:26:08 GMT -5
"Friend," she answered plainly. She had seen a boy playing it one afternoon and his song was so beautiful she couldn't help but ask about it. The boy offered to teach her in exchange for her coming to keep him company while he played every know and then. She agreed and since then she'd been learning how to play. She sighed. "So...what have you been up to lately? I haven't really seen you around."
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Post by blake on Nov 14, 2007 21:15:06 GMT -5
He nodded. "Nice.."He said, and then shrugged. "Jsut been .... kind of getting anew job."he said. "I rarely sell anymore"He said, "Other then that, pretty much well nothng just work, Im so boring now"He laughed.
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Post by nukima on Nov 15, 2007 0:12:48 GMT -5
"Oh?" She asked, curiously. "Well, what are you working as now?"
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Post by blake on Nov 15, 2007 0:25:51 GMT -5
HE shrugged. 'Well... ive been helping out at the docks, with the ships."he said, 'Loading and stuff"he nodded.
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Post by nukima on Nov 15, 2007 9:26:03 GMT -5
Nuke shrugged. "Whatever bring in the most money, I guess." Things after the strike were good for a while, but everyone was growing up and it seemed like the older you got, the less someone was willing to buy papers from you. She sighed, looking up at the oncoming clouds, covering the once blue sky. Looked like it might rain...again.
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Post by hawkeye on Dec 29, 2007 19:52:23 GMT -5
New Day
Hawkeye ambled down Fifth Avenue, looking into shops as she walked. She knew that she didn't have enough money to buy anything in this part of the city, but she liked to at least look at nice things, despite not being able to own them.
She paused outside of a clothing store that displayed sets of gloves in the window, and frowned slightly, glancing down at her own gloves, which desperately needed to be replaced.
She sighed and continued along the avenue. A light snowfall began, and Hawkeye stopped by a streetlight and sat down on the curb. She pulled her coat closer to her, watching the snow. Though she didn't fancy the cold much, Hawkeye did like the snow.
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on Feb 4, 2008 19:33:40 GMT -5
New Day
Needless to say, Racetrack wasn't having the best selling day. Who would, with such lousy headlines to work with? Otherwise he would have stuck to his usual selling spots like Central Park and nearer to the World Building. But with no luck in Central Park, Bottle Alley, the streets surrounding the World, or Fourty-Fourth Street, he gave up and headed for Midtown.
Midtown wasn't giving him much luck, either. Fifth Avenue was somewhere most newsies wouldn't bother going to...the wealthy people who walked along there didn't usually glace at them, no matter how loud they shouted the headlines. But with at least twenty more papes to sell, Racetrack decided he would give it a shot. He walked down the street, holding a paper and hawking the headline, recieving glares and not caring. Someone would have to buy it evenutally...
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Post by jinx on Feb 4, 2008 19:52:35 GMT -5
Allena had been off of work for a few hours before she'd meandered down to Fifth Avenue. Her practice had gone well and her show was not for a few hours still, giving her plenty of time to rest beforehand. Resting was not exactly on her mind, though, and instead she spent the day on the prowl for something interesting, something that wasn't her standard, uninspiring routine.
She saw a newsboy walking down the road. For the most part people ignored him, or went so far as to be rude to him. Dressing her visage in a friendly smile she procured a penny and a nickel from her pocket, keeping the penny in her right hand and the nickel in her left. If the boy was courteous, or made her smile, she'd afford the extra nickel to him. The nickel was originally going to go toward a few groceries, but her stomach was not entirely up to that. Anxiety was preying upon her prematurely, causing her stomach to knot and churn without her say-so.
She approached him from behind and put a hand gently on his shoulder, "Excusez- eugh, me, monsieur," she said, forgetting the language for a brief moment before regaining it and topping it off with a formal address, for flair and magniloquence, "I am interested in, eugh, purchasing a paper?"
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