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Post by scaper on May 9, 2009 22:03:14 GMT -5
His senses were keen. He took in everything. It had always been part of his nature, but after everything that had happened, he had become slightly paranoid.
It was the kid who caught his eye. A young boy had watched him, momentarily, but long enough to send a tingle down Clarence's spine.
Clarence walked on, but watched out of the corner of his eye as the boy ground out his cigarette butt.
Was the boy still watching him? Was he being followed? Had he been found!?
A slight panic built up in him, but he quickly masked it. He told himself that it was just a boy.
But had he been waiting for him?
After growing a back bone and telling himself to stop being foolish, Clarence approached the young boy.
"Um...excuse me...you wouldn't happen to know the way to Queen's would you?" he asked rather casually.
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Post by steve on May 9, 2009 22:15:35 GMT -5
"Um...excuse me...you wouldn't happen to know the way to Queen's would you?"
Steve nodded with a smirk, raising an eyebrow. Maybe he was wrong, the guy wasn't from around here. Asking where Queens was was like asking where the Brooklyn bridge was.
"You're in Brooklyn now if you didn't know that, just walk northeast and you'll be in Queens. Queens is the first borough connected to brooklyn. I suppose you don't have a compass on you though."
Steve smirked, he couldn't resist a small joke to kid the newcomer, if he was a newcomer. Steve obviously couldn't tell.
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Post by scaper on May 9, 2009 22:26:25 GMT -5
Smart ass.
That's what the kid was. Just a kid. He hadn't been following him. Clarence had been stupid to be paranoid.
Everything was done and New York was safe for him again.
Clarence tried to smile politely...which was difficult.
" Thank you." He nodded slightly, annoyed.
He began to walk off, but then turned back. One more question.
"You new to Brooklyn kid?"
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Post by steve on May 9, 2009 22:40:29 GMT -5
"You new to Brooklyn kid?"
Steve shifted and tugged on his suspsender strap before shrugging, "Eh, been in the city my whole life, Brooklyn for about a year or so."
He wondered why the man asked, but wasn't curious enough to ask him. He just shrugged again and kicked at a rock, bringing his harmonica out of his pocket. Ever since he had gotten it, it had been his treasured possesion. more so than his deck of cards, or horseshoe, not that he carried a horse shoe around with him. He didn't play, just liked the cold metal against his fingers.
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Post by scaper on May 9, 2009 22:53:01 GMT -5
Clarence replied quietly,
"Haven't seen you before is all. Spot still the leader of the newsboys around here?"
Things hadn't looked changed, but he still wondered about the newsboy balance of power.
He glanced around once again. It was later in the evening and the milling people had begun to disperse. He would need to be heading home soon. Well, not home, but his old apartment.
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Post by steve on May 10, 2009 11:22:30 GMT -5
"Haven't seen you before is all. Spot still the leader of the newsboys around here?"
Steve scratched his head and kicked at the grind up cigarette butt, nodding. "Well, yeah. You think somebody's gonna take over Brooklyn with Spot Conlon in charge? Spot Conlon ain't gonna leave until he wants to, and nobody's gonna take it from him while he's still here. I don't live there or newsie as it is, but everybody hears about him and all..."
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Post by scaper on May 11, 2009 14:03:53 GMT -5
Clarence nodded and smirked. So Spot was still around, and probably still causing havoc for the Brooklyn officers. He got lost in his reverie for a moment before he realized that he was still standing in front of the boy.
He looked back up, uttering a "Thanks."
It was late and he was tired. He shifted his bag on his shoulder and headed towards the exit.
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