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Post by Administrator on Aug 31, 2008 10:08:03 GMT -5
A place for the leader to go and do some thinking, or have some time to himself when he doesn't want to be disterbed. There's a bed, chair, as well as places for him to store things. Rather cozy place, and comfortable. Just right for Sam.
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Post by moira on Feb 22, 2009 17:29:41 GMT -5
Moira had come back home. Healthy. She had been taught how to keep her sickness under control, and as long as she stayed dry, she wouldn't get very sick again until next fall or winter. And she wouldn't have to go back to the sanitorium.
She was nervous though, hesitant. She had been gone for more than a few months, and she didn't even know if Sam would want her back. But still, she knocked on his door.
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Post by Dodger Samuels on Feb 22, 2009 18:39:36 GMT -5
The door opened and there he was scratching his head before he yawned, he'd been out late getting some of the lads to sell their papers and also working on his own project. The Artful Dodger was writing a book... he had a way with words so it seemed to be a step in the right direction.
Lifting a brow at the girl before him he wasn't sure what he was looking at, but with a slow smile her reached out and drew her into his arms as his face buried deep into her red hair. "I must be dreamin.."
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Post by moira on Feb 22, 2009 18:59:52 GMT -5
Moira blinked, her heart beating hard in her chest when she saw him. Oh she had forgotten how amazingly handsome he was. That she had ever had the luck to have him in her life. And the hope she still had a place there.
She gasped slightly when she was pulled into his arms, pausing for a moment before hugging him back, her head nestling in his chest. "No..it's not.."
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Post by princess on Feb 22, 2009 20:03:13 GMT -5
((Hope you don't mind me jumping in here. If so, just let me know, and I'll delete  ) Princess peered around the corner of a building to make sure there were no bulls. A bull had been following her all day and she had ran all the way here and was out of breath. She was almost to safety. She saw a carriage coming and took advantage of the dust it made, and darted across the street as the carriage went by. She just made it past it and the driver snapped his whip at her. It caught her shoulder, but she ignored it and kept running. She slammed the Lodging House door behind her and leaned against it, breathing heavily. A fellow newsie told her where Dodger was and she hammered on the door. "Mr. Dodger! I need to talk to you! Please, sir!" |
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Post by Dodger Samuels on Feb 22, 2009 20:15:09 GMT -5
Dodger held Moira and rolled his eyes when he heard someone talking to him, kissing Moira's cheek he sighed in her ear. "A leaders work is never done is it love?"
Lifting his head the leader looked at the girl and wanted to bash his head into a door, why must they always come when he didn't need them to he wanted to spend time with Moira. "Speak quickly girl, I'm a bit busy at the moment.." His girl, after months away was home.
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Post by moira on Feb 22, 2009 20:21:07 GMT -5
Moira blushed slightly. "It's okay." She stepped aside, and after debating if she should or not, she moved into Dodger's room, giving him time to deal with his kid. She went into the bedroom, sitting on the bed, putting her hands in her lap nervously, waiting.
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Post by princess on Feb 22, 2009 21:11:32 GMT -5
"I was out at the distribution center today, Mr. Dodger. I was talking with some people, and they said my name, which is Princess. Next thing I know, I'm running from a Bull, who is calling me 'Prince'. Like the leader. I finally ditched him and came straightaway to tell you. Figured it might have something to do with the kids everyone's snatching." She explained in a rush, her hands on her knees as she tried to catch her breath.
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Post by Dodger Samuels on Feb 22, 2009 21:18:42 GMT -5
He lifted his brow, now that actually was something he did need to know. Nodding he sighed, "I'll go talk to Prince about it, hang low-- head on over to the girls lodging ask the lady their for something to do." Which meant he'd have to get on the leaders now if they were looking for Prince.
"Now, my girl is home can I-- get back to that?"
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Post by princess on Feb 23, 2009 7:16:56 GMT -5
Princess shrugged and said, "Could one of your newsies go with me? Just in case they're waiting or something?"
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Post by Dodger Samuels on Feb 23, 2009 18:36:33 GMT -5
"Aye grab whoever," he waved the girl off and turned away, heading towards where Moira was. "Just-- This is important to me and I'll deal with that after this.." he stepped into his room and shut the door behind him soundly.
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Post by moira on Feb 23, 2009 18:45:16 GMT -5
Moira smiled softly, running a hand through her hair. It had grown longer since she had been gone, curling around her face. "...you are always so popular. It hasn't change."
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Post by Dodger Samuels on Feb 23, 2009 19:23:04 GMT -5
He ran his hands through his hair and sighed, "Aye, love, hasn't changed none at all even if I wish it would sometimes. Always someone wantin' me attention and askin' me for somethin or other. But--" his eyes met hers as he walked over and took her nervous hands in his, placing his lips to her pulse point. "I only want your attention right now love.."
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Post by Tate Potter on May 30, 2009 21:46:37 GMT -5
((New Day))
Teag was hiding under the blanket after the Bronx boys had brought her hear. she hadn't realized she'd fallen asleep there, she'd just tried to get away from the pain in her face and about everywhere else. She was more than confused, she was upset. Why would someone attack her? Stay away from what? That girl was obviously unhinged..
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Post by Danny Hughes on May 31, 2009 13:01:05 GMT -5
((lol, Teag))
Danny knocked on the door, hoping he wasn't waking her but also knowing better than to let himself in unannounced. "Tate? It's Danny.." he paused a moment, leaning against the frame. "You alright?"
He wasn't really sure what he was doing there. On the one hand, he wanted to make sure she was okay, they were friends, after all. But on the other he really didn't want to see her in the condition that had been described to him, Tate all bloodied and bruised? If he never saw it, perhaps it would be less real.
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