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Post by bella on Aug 26, 2008 15:30:47 GMT -5
Bella shook her head, "No, I can't do that. I might, but I love living by myself, and I'm saving up for an apartment. Plus, I probably can't be a newsie, so they probably wouldn't let me stay." She said.
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Post by magnet on Aug 26, 2008 15:35:10 GMT -5
He nodded his head in agreement. "Ya, I guess so, since yoah a painter and everythin'." Looking around, he saw a few couples, and some newsies that weren't selling papers.
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Post by bella on Aug 26, 2008 15:43:10 GMT -5
Bella nodded, "Yeah, it just makes it more convient for me to be on my own." She said, "So I'm guessing you're a newsie, then?" She asked.
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Post by magnet on Aug 26, 2008 15:45:38 GMT -5
"Yup," He smiled, "Have been foah seven yeahs. How long have ya been paintin'?"
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Post by bella on Aug 26, 2008 15:49:07 GMT -5
"Since I could use my hands." She beamed, "My father was an artist, I learned everything from him."
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Post by magnet on Aug 26, 2008 19:17:52 GMT -5
"Dat's great!" He acknowledged. "Do ya got a paintin' I could see?"
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Post by bella on Aug 26, 2008 20:53:04 GMT -5
Bella grinned sheepishly, "Not right now, but I usually paint around here. So if you stop by here, hmm... probably tomorrow I would have some of mine for sale."
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Post by magnet on Aug 26, 2008 20:56:45 GMT -5
"Alright, I might. " Looking at his pocket watch he sighed. "Well, Bella, it was nice chattin' wit' ya. I'll probably come by tomorrow, but I gotta get my brudda's some dinner." Tipping his hat to her and standin up he said, "See ya tomorrow, " and walked off.
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Post by bella on Aug 26, 2008 22:16:19 GMT -5
Bella smiled, "It was nice talking to you, Magnet. I'll see you tomorrow." She said as she stood up.
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Post by jib on Sept 4, 2008 9:55:56 GMT -5
:new day:
Jib walked through the park, watching people pass by. He could see some kids who looked like newsies and was only reminded of the trouble they were going through. He had talked with one of the newsies and almost couldn't believe what was going on.
When he got to the benches, he sat down on one to rest. His work was done for today, and he didn't have much else to do. He sat with good posture, as he had been trained to do growing up. He fingered at the red bandanna tied around his right wrist while the breeze blew at his white shirt and short, dark brown hair.
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Post by bunky on Sept 11, 2008 2:25:37 GMT -5
Piper tilted her cap to the side to hide her face from the annoying boys following her again. Sometimes she wished she was a boy herself, so she wouldn't be hiding under a cap no longer. Boys these days in New York only think with the head below the waist and they tend to be so rude to her just to get some attention in their pathetic lives. Piper swore under her breath as she walked across the park, hiding her face with the papers over her shoulder, wanting to shut her face out from society.
When she knew she was at a safe distance and in a secluded spot, she sighed and took a seat on a bench already occupied by another boy around her age. Though when she sat down he was already occupied with the wind and in his own daydream, not giving her any attention when she first approached. She took this as a good sign and she took off her cap, having her red hair flow down in waves and she smiled.
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Post by jib on Sept 11, 2008 20:02:22 GMT -5
Jib could see a girl sit besides him, but wasn't sure if she really was interested in talking with him. She hadn't said anything, and he wasn't one to interrupt a train of thought. After a minute of thinking he finally figured it was only polite to introduce himself. "Um... Hi there." He said gently. He didn't have a strong New York accent, it was soft for he had only lived here a year. "I'm a Dock worker at the Harlem River." He reached out a hand in politeness.
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Post by bunky on Sept 11, 2008 21:05:29 GMT -5
PIper looked over to the boy who was holding out his hand. He was a dock worker, yet to her he looked like a Newsie. Maybe it was the fact he looked ragged, dirty and alone, just like the boys at her Lodging House. She smiled at him and shook his hand in politeness as well.
"I'm a Newsie form Manhattan. Piper's my name." PIper said her name in her Scottish Accent, though it had a tint of New York Style in it.
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Post by jib on Sept 12, 2008 13:58:25 GMT -5
Jib grinned at the girl; Manhattan newsie... Newsies were having some trouble, he remember what one girl had said. "I've heard of some problems with being a newsie at the moment." He wondered if this was a touchy subject. "They raised the prices of the papers?" He said it as a question, but spoke in such a way showing that he knew the answer. "I had talked with one girl who was getting nervous about the whole situation." He couldn't tell if Piper was hiding any fear or worry about this.
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Post by bunky on Sept 12, 2008 16:49:41 GMT -5
"Yeah it's a bit of a tough situation to be apart of. If I don't sell all of me papers I might have to sleep out on the streets and have no food in my stomach, but that's only on some occasions. Other times I sleep in the Lodging House." Piper replied to the Dock Worker and ruffled her hair in between her fingers.
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