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Post by Administrator on Jul 22, 2007 12:06:09 GMT -5
Clean up!
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Post by mabel on Jun 9, 2008 16:52:48 GMT -5
The lodging house was busy -- far busier than Mabel could remember it being -- and Mabel, having had quite the eventful day, wanted to escape the influx of newsies.
Mabel moved in front of one of the many mirrors, scrutinizing her appearance: hair tangled, the fair skin of her face flushed and undoubtedly sunburned, a split lip and an unsatisfied frown.
Turning on the faucet, Mabel scrubbed uselessly at her nails, trying to rid herself of the grit. Having scrubbed her hands raw, Mabel allowed water to pool in her cupped palms before splashing it over her face.
God, she wanted to go home...
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Post by Bumlets Russo on Jun 9, 2008 17:13:19 GMT -5
Bumlets was quiet and didn't say a whole lot as he walked into the washroom, heading right for the sinks. He didn't even look up at Mabel, didn't even say a word though he normally didn't. He shrugged his shoulders as he tossed a towel over it and moved to shave. He glanced sideways at Mable before lathering up.
It was known Bumlets was quiet and didn't generally like all the girls in Manhattan, he was nice enough but the more women talked to him the more he heard clucking-- he'd only been able to stomach Sweets. But Mabel was a quiet one so he didn't really have a bone with her.
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Post by mabel on Jun 9, 2008 17:55:22 GMT -5
Mabel, consumed by her sulking, was surprised to see Bumlets occupying the sink one over from her own. Though she'd never spoken to him before, he seemed pleasant enough and she had actually managed to pick up on his name/nickname/whatever it was that newsies preferred to that which was on their birth certificate. Her lips quirked into a smile, recalling the one Jem had "given" her- Maple.
Moving away from the sink, Mabel found a clean towel to pat her face dry with. The moderately awkward silence pushed her to make idle conversation, "So, um..." Yes, she was off to a fantastic start, "Quite a few new people around here."
Unable to think of anything clever, witty, or interesting, Mabel relied on stating the obvious.
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Post by Bumlets Russo on Jun 9, 2008 18:00:12 GMT -5
He lifted a brow and looked around the empty washroom before he managed a half smile, "A little to crowded if you ask me." It was a quiet reply, he had a soft voice but it could be powerful if he wanted it too. He finished shaving and tossed the shaving cream into the sink as he splashed water on his own face.
Bumlets had dark eyes and they met hers, he wasn't being rude he really thought the lodging house was to crowded with girls. To many of them that talked a lot and chattered and said a whole lot of nothing.
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Post by fe on Jun 9, 2008 18:13:25 GMT -5
It had been a bad day for Fe. She got into a fist fight with her uncle who was out to kill her. She had a bloddy nose and cuts up and down her legs and arms, and she might of sprained her wrist.
Fe came limping in not noticing Bumlets and Mabel. She just went to the sink next to bumlets and started washing her bloddy face, and her arms and legs.
Every now and again she would glance over at Bumlets and Mabel.
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Post by mabel on Jun 9, 2008 18:49:48 GMT -5
Mabel smirked a bit, "I can't argue with you there." The more people, the harder it was to keep to herself and, frankly, Mabel loved having time to herself: to read, to write, and, most importantly, to pretend she was somewhere else.
"Though," Mabel sighed, "I suppose that's a bit hypocritical of me. I haven't exactly been here all that long either. Still-"
Mabel trailed off upon seeing a new person walk into the washroom and couldn't help but worry that the masses would follow in tow.
But this girl had clearly seen better days. Maybe she'd run into the same lug Mabel and Prince had not too long ago.
"Here," Mabel held out a clean towel to the girl.
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Post by Bumlets Russo on Jun 9, 2008 19:04:01 GMT -5
Bumlets lifted a brow at the beaten girl, handing her a damp cloth, stepping away from her to give her some space his eyes glancing at Mabel. He nodded to her and managed a half smile, he really didn't mind Mabel being in his space at all-- they had a few things in common. They liked to keep to themselves and yet he looked at Fe and kept her out of his bubble. He wasn't concerned really, kids came in all the time. "If you want to talk," he said a bit quietly to Mabel. "I'm heading to Tibby's..." And he made a hasty exit...
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Post by mabel on Jun 9, 2008 20:29:41 GMT -5
Mabel smiled slightly as Bumlets made his retreat. That was the first time anyone from the Manhattan lodging house had invited her to do anything. Sure, Mabel didn't exactly make herself available to people, but a little company here and there was nice.
Though Mabel wanted to take Bumlets up on the offer, she couldn't just leave the girl. Though Mabel is not known for her ability to comfort, she would do her best.
Shifting her weight from one foot to the other, Mabel glanced from the floor to Fe, unsure how to help or even if help was wanted.
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Post by dutchy on Jun 11, 2008 1:25:40 GMT -5
Dutchy came in, a bounce in his step, whistling as well. His step slowed and the whistle quieted seeing the girl. He watched her, casually, washing his arms, as they were pretty dirty. Drying them off he took a step back, and spoke quietly, "Hey... You okay?"
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Post by fe on Jun 11, 2008 4:24:04 GMT -5
Fe noticed that some people were concerned for her, she never got this before she was a newsie, usually she would just fix it her self without any help.
As Fe was washing he legs, and her arms, and her scratches on her cheek, she heard someone say"Hey... You okay?"Fe turned her head around to see a boy with blond hair and glasses.
"Yeah I'm ok. It ain't to bad it just some little scratches.Said Fe.
Fe didn't like it when people worried about her it made her feel helpless and she didn't like feeling helpless.
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Post by mabel on Jun 12, 2008 20:00:41 GMT -5
Though the girl was clearly lying, as her injuries exceeded a few scratches, Mabel wasn't about to sit around and pry. She was god awful at comforting her best friends, let alone a complete stranger.
Chewing nervously on her lower lip, Mabel took a step backwards, bumping into Dutchy's shoulder. "Oh, sorry..." She returned her attention to Fe, "Uh, well, if you need anything..."
With that very incomplete sentence, Mabel turned on her heel and left the washroom. She wasn't intending to be rude or cold; honest to god, the girl was better off not receiving the awkward words of comfort Mabel was sure to provide.
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Post by moonlight on Jul 8, 2008 23:20:02 GMT -5
((New day))
Pockets had just got to the Manhattan LH from Brooklyn, and she was desperately tired. After that fight with Lucky, she couldn't walk the rest of the way to Queens. She also had to clean up her cuts.
She went into the Lodging House and up to the sinks. Pockets grabbed a towel and wet it. She started to wipe up the cut on her cheek, and the gash on her lip. She had a few bruises here and there, but she was more concerned with the cuts. She has no reason to get them infected.
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Post by Milo on Jul 17, 2008 14:14:00 GMT -5
Walking into the washroom, Milo was shocked to see a strange girl standing at one of the sinks washing out fairly deep looking cuts on her face. Not one for talking, Milo simply stood silently in the doorway with an unreadable expression on his face and observed the girl as she went about her buisiness.
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Post by snitch on Jul 17, 2008 19:49:12 GMT -5
When snitch walked into the washroom to wash off the ink from his hands, he saw two people, a girl a bout his age, with blond hair, washing fairly deep cuts from her face, and she also look very exhausted. Snitch hadn't seen her around, "she was probably from Queens, or Bronx, or Brooklyn". thought snitch,Snitch usually doesn't go to other borough's besides Manhattan, sense he lives there. Snitch also saw a little boy, "He is probably around 8years old" though Snitch.
Snitch looked from the little boy, to the blond girl. Snitch made his way to a sink, which just happened to be right next to the girl. Snitch took a towel from the rack, and handed it to the girl. "Do you need any help" said Snitch.
Snitch felt bad for the girl, what happened to the girl probably happened to Snitch once or twice, with the Delancy's before.
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Thanks Jim!