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Post by Administrator on Jun 22, 2008 17:54:46 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 for when he needs them. The perfect place for Spot Conlon.
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Post by Gwennie on Jul 13, 2008 21:01:37 GMT -5
timidly, Gwennie snuck up to Spot's door and knocked lightly she waited for a minute, hearing no response, and knocked a little louder. Again, she heard nothing so, as any clear- minded eight year old would do, she decided that it would be best to simply state her dilemma through the door in hopes that a change in attention-getting venue was all that was needed to yield a response. "mister spot, sir!"shouted the little girl " um... my bunk broke 'an now dere's no place undah it anymoah. It's on da bottum but I still really need da space undah it 'cause dat's wheah Marvin sleeps and if it's not dere den he don't got no place ta sleep no more." Pausing for reponse and again coming up empty she continued, "so,uh...is dere any way dat ya could get somebody to fix it please? 'cause it's really really impoatant"
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Post by Jack Kelly on Aug 12, 2008 22:46:53 GMT -5
<<new day>>
Jack knocked on Spot's door, running a hand through his hair. If you wanted to start something, you started with Brooklyn. That's the way it tended to work; Jack knew that and was always glad for it....but this time, he wasn't so sure. In the last strike, so went Brooklyn, so went the World. So if Brooklyn went against him, he wondered if he would be ousted.
But maybe he should. He was plauged with doubts this time. Unsure of himself for the first time in a long time. But he wouldn't let Spot see that. He would do what was best for his newsies, even if he wasn't sure what that was, yet.
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Post by perch on Aug 12, 2008 23:20:13 GMT -5
Perch held a few coins in her hands and grumbled as she walked into the brooklyn lodging house. The damn jack up was stealing the money right out of her pocket almost as bad as if she had holes in them. She rounded the corner and saw Jack standing by Spot's door. She paused for a moment looking him over as she slipped the change into her pocket. He looked different, more hesitant somehow.
"Kelly?" she asked trying to figure out why he was here. Sure, he came around when there was a poker game or somethin of that nature, but he didn't usually just stop by out of the blue. Her thoughts went to the money in her pocket and she was instantly understood. "Sometin happenin?" she asked and then read his expression again. "You okay?" she asked worried that he didnt look like himself. "Ya look awful." She stated truthfully and thought like somethings worrying him, eatin him from the inside out or somethin. poor guy
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Aug 13, 2008 9:23:58 GMT -5
Fighter stepped out of the bunkroom, tying her hair back with a piece of ribbon as she glanced between Kelly and Perch. Of course, she knew why he was there. Conlon had been talking for awhile about how he needed to speak with the other leaders. She figured Kelly had taken the initiative to come here and talk to Conlon. She just hoped they were all on the same page here. When Perch asked him what was wrong, Fighter smirked, "He's got business wit' Conlon, right Cowboy?"
Of course, Fighter didn't know much of anything about Jack except that he had led the strike with Spot and some Walkin' Mouth. Fighter had figured he'd be coming sooner or later, though she had thought it might have been a bit sooner. Which explained why Fight had been a bit antsy of late because she was thinking that they may not strike. She was actually grateful Jack was here.
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Post by perch on Aug 13, 2008 12:22:37 GMT -5
Perch rolled her eyes at fighter. She wasn't an idiot, She knew what was going on. Everyone had heard spot talkin and she'd thought it over a few times herself when she'd gone to bed hungry, but she'd still thought it was nicer to ask. When she'd asked if he was okay it had nothing to do with the strike, she just meant in general. He really did look like hell, not like last time. She had to admit she was a little worried sure we won last time, but it was hard. can we really go through that again?she thought and immediately knew the answer we can always try. It was a good thing she could keep a poker face going and her thoughts didn't register on her face or everyone would know when her thoughts went on random sprees.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Aug 13, 2008 12:38:38 GMT -5
Fighter lifted an eyebrow at Perch when she rolled her eyes and just gave her a sarcastic smirk. If she hadn't been thinking they all need to band together then she would've said something. Especially considering that what the girl asked did come off as stupid. She for one wasn't going to ask Kelly how he was doing, she didn't care. What she cared about was her livelyhood and the livelyhood of her fellow newsies. She wasn't going to give a hoot about anything Cowboy felt until she knew he was going to help with what was best for the entire city.
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Post by Jack Kelly on Aug 13, 2008 19:06:27 GMT -5
Jack's eyes widened when the girls started...almost bickering? in front of him, shifting on his feet. "I'm just here to see Spot, that's right." He didn't know the names of either of these girls. He rolled his eyes and snorted at the girl who said he looked aweful. "Really? I thought I was looking quite dapper myself."
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Post by spotconlon on Aug 13, 2008 19:13:06 GMT -5
Spot heard the chatter from outside his door. Damn kids. He pushed himself out of bed, opening the door, raising his eyebrow as he saw Jack talking with Fighter and Perch.
"...Dontcha two got pape's to sell?" He put his hands on his hips, looking at his girls. He knew why Jack was here, and he doubted that this conversation was going to go the way either wanted it to. But it had to be done. He had stood against Jack once, and if had to, he would again.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Aug 13, 2008 19:18:45 GMT -5
Fighter glanced at Spot when he opened the door and nodded, "Yeah..." She actually had a lot to do today and couldn't believe she'd wasted time with Perch. She gave them a nod and headed on her way, thinking about what needed to get done. Mostly selling what papes she would afford herself to buy before she headed to the pub to get in a few hours. She hated the walk to Greenpoint to get to the pub but she could sell her papes on the way and hopefully end up with more money than she started the day with.
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Post by perch on Aug 13, 2008 19:33:07 GMT -5
Perch crossed her arms across her chest and smirked. "Yea, dapper. da exact word dat comes to mind." Right then spot opened his door and she knew that spot would want to talk to jack alone. Her thought was backed up when spot asked her and fighter if they had papes to sell. Perchs hand dropped to her pocket as if checking that the money was still there. "Yea i finished" she said looking at spot, "I was jest headin to da bunks foah a bit befoah da evenin edition comes out." Spots expression made her feel like he wasn't in much of an agreein mood. She couldnt say she felt sorry for kelly because she figured that no matter what time of day he would be in the same mood when it came to discussing the price hike. Fighter left and she started walking, as she had been originally, towards the bunks.
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Post by Jack Kelly on Aug 14, 2008 17:54:53 GMT -5
Jack smiled at Spot, nodding smartly. "Well I suppose you know why I'm here, Spot." He waited to be invited in. This was not going to go well, he knew. But he had to try and get Spot on his side--but he regretted coming without David now. He needed his mouth; as much as he thought he had smarts, he didn't have a head for this stuff like David did.
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Post by spotconlon on Aug 14, 2008 19:19:55 GMT -5
Spot nodded, gesturing for Jack to come in. "Yeah, I do, Jack." He gestured to a nearby chair, choosing not to sit down himself; rather have a bit of an edge. Picking up his cane, he tapped the tip against his leg. He wasn't trying to indimidate, but it genuiniely helped him think.
"So I've been hearin' rumors I ain't been likin, Jack." He looked at the Manhattan leader evenly. "Hearin' that yous not wantin' to strike."
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Post by Jack Kelly on Aug 15, 2008 22:34:40 GMT -5
Jack shrugged, pushing his hat off his head, running a hand through his hair. "Not quite sure who's tellin' you that, Spot." He knew better than to cross Spot. So went Spot, so went Brooklyn. But he had to stand for himself.
"But dats right. I don't think a strike would work, Spot. I think we have to push for some other solution."
Well there it was, out in the air. Let's see what he did with it.
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Post by spotconlon on Aug 15, 2008 23:03:42 GMT -5
Spot listened, raising his eyebrows, chuckling. "I'm sorry, are you thinkin'? Or did I just hear ya wrong." He sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Let's just say you ain't crazy--gimme a good reason why strikin' wont work, Jack." He swung his cane. "Dey won't listen to us. Yous crazy tah think if they will. Wes gotta use the strength we have."
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thanks admin!
