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Post by Prince on Jul 25, 2007 3:55:39 GMT -5
There's a ladder that leads from the alley out back.
The ladder takes you up to a set of stairs, which also leads to the bunk room window.
The stairs, also take you right up to the roof.
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Post by bruiser on Dec 3, 2007 6:44:29 GMT -5
Bruiser sat quietly against the railing of the fire escape ledge. His feet hung through the bars, while he held on with his hands. It looked almost like a prison scene; a scoundrel boy leaning against the bars, wishing to be free. Not to say that being a newsie was like being in a prison, it were his memories that led him to this description.
He wasn't really thinking, just cooling down. His day had been a wreck, and all he made was enough for a cup of coffee and half a sandwich around noon. Looking at the sky, and hearing his stomach rumble, he knew it was well past then; probably about 7 or 8. He had gone days without eating before, so it didn't really bother him, but he could sure do without.
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Post by spotconlon on Dec 3, 2007 18:59:44 GMT -5
"Yer stomach sounds a bit mad at ya." Spot stepped out onto the fire escape, lighting a cigarette, watching the smoke curl up in tendrels into the darkening sky. "Yous should fix dat problem of yous."
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Post by bruiser on Dec 3, 2007 19:06:25 GMT -5
Bruiser didn't turn his head at the sound of somone stepping onto the fire escape, but his eyes did turn towards the voice. He sighed during a quick pause as the boy lit the cigarette, and looked back over the city. "I would, but..." He stopped; why does he need to tell this boy his problems, who cared if he didn't sell enough to get food. "I mean, I will, but I wanted to just rest myself."
He glaced back to the boy, and this time turned his body to face him. He didn't want to seem defensive, he was going to look this kid in the face. It had been some time since he had actually lived in a place with other people; normally he found a box in an alley or something. "I'm Bruiser, in case you were interested." He was new, so he figured it would be nice to tell this guy his name.
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Post by spotconlon on Dec 4, 2007 18:51:38 GMT -5
Spot smirked. "I'd find out who you were sooner or lata. You on my turf. Yous cant stay here without mah say anyways." The kid seemed appropriately standoffish. Not soft like the other newsie burroughs. "Spot Conlon. Head o' this burrough. I rule here." He spit in his hand and put it out. "You can stay I suppose."
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Post by bruiser on Dec 4, 2007 20:55:39 GMT -5
Bruiser looked hard at this little guy speaking out like a true leader. He didn't like the shy, nice-to-everyone attitude he'd seen some leaders have. This kid was straight with him; he kinda liked it. Though, there was one statement that put a smile to his face, 'Yous cant stay here without mah say anyways.' He had heard that one before. He tried to hid his smile, since he did actually respect this kid, Spot, and he didn't want to tick him off.
"Well thank you for the offer. I'll take it." He said as he spit into his own hand, but rather than shake hands he just slapped his palm against Spot's; lightly, but firmly. "You seem like a strong leader, and I'll respect you... just don't bother me, cause my fist might not be as kind." He stated that not as a threat, but more of an explination of character.
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Post by spotconlon on Dec 5, 2007 22:15:31 GMT -5
Spot smirked. "Fine...bother me, you'll get something worst than a fist." He fingered his cane. "My word is law." He raised an eyebrow. "But I'm benevolent, and trust me--its got a reason. My newsies are the most successful in the burroughs." He spat out the last word, still bitter about the recent conversion of Brookyln from a town to a burrough.
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Post by bruiser on Dec 7, 2007 13:35:19 GMT -5
Bruiser leaned against the railing, though he still didn't completely trust it's support. "I heard that this place was tough." He stated as a compliment. "And if the rest of the guys are anything like you, then I'll believe that." He was pretty good at sucking up, though he did mean it. "Maybe I'll hang around here longer than I normally do places." With that he was reminded that he was hungry, but with no money there wasn't much he could do.
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Post by fishah on Dec 31, 2007 18:23:29 GMT -5
(( New Day ))
Fishah climbed out the window and leaned against the fireescape railing. She took a deep breath of air. She exhaled with a small smile, it was going to rain soon, she could just tell. She took two steps down the fire escape steps, sat down on the first and then layed down on the platform outside of the window looking up at the sky. Thw sun was still out, but you could already see the moon feintly. She smiled again. I love it out here.
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Post by spotconlon on May 17, 2008 16:08:59 GMT -5
<<new day>>
Spot snorted, taking a drag off his cigarette. His burrough had been changing quite a bit, and with his side work at the docks, he hadn't been paying as much attention as he needed too. However, he wasn't about to let anyone tell him that--he'd just find out what was going on from Smalls or Lucky.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on May 20, 2008 16:13:36 GMT -5
Fighter sighed and climbed out onto the fire escape, not noticing Spot at first. She lit up a cigarette and stared up at the skies, today was a day for reflection. Anniversary of her father disappearing on her and dumping her with her uncle. Not that she was complaining, growing up in Brooklyn in her opinion was the best place to grow up and her uncle had taught her a lotta things. Like how to take care of herself. For some reason though this day always made her reflect upon her life and think about things that she may have wished she could take back that year or things she would do differently the next year. Not that she'd ever voice these thoughts to others. Finally her glance slid towards Spot and she nodded her head at him, but didn't say anything. She didn't really know Spot and she guessed he wasn't really the talking type, which was fine with her because she didn't really feel like talking.
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Post by spotconlon on Jun 1, 2008 17:32:07 GMT -5
Spot nodded towards Fighter, debating on talking to her or not. He needed to learn more about his newsies though, so despite his anti-social behavior, he needed to know a bit. "So..how you been doing here. Doing enough work?" He kept his gaze out at the sky, taking a drag off his own cigarrette.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jun 2, 2008 9:55:30 GMT -5
Fighter nodded her head and took a drag off her cigarrette. "I can't complain, I'm earning enough money to make a living." Of course she has this bad habit of spending it on alcohol when she gets in the mood. "I like it here, no one really bothers you and Smalls and Lucky ain't bad at all. Kinda remind me of me, which is nice."
Once again Fighters mind drifted, thinking that she should probably try to get a job as something other than a newsie cause she wasn't really coming away with anything extra, just enough to scrape buy and go get a few drinks occassionally. Other than that she didn't have much, but she liked the life. It was real easy going, sell the papers, keep up with the rent, and people left you alone. Spot wasn't bad either, although she could see how he could be intimidating, she just hadn't done anything to get on his bad side. She also liked it here because she had a feeling that if she ever got into a real spot of trouble then she'd have friends who would help her out.
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Post by Joe on Jun 2, 2008 19:38:34 GMT -5
Joe climbed out the window onto the fire escape, cigarette already lit as he took a deep drag. Thank god for Nicoteen easing his eyes open he took in the leader of Brooklyn and Fighter. "Not much room left on this level is there." he drawled, blowing the smoke out of the side of his mouth letting the wind take it away from them. damn i just cant get away for the dames of brooklyn he thought to himself.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jun 3, 2008 15:16:24 GMT -5
Fight turned her head to glance at Joe, "Guess not much." Fighter recognized him, but wasn't sure of his name. She didn't really keep up with everyone that lived here, she'd always thought that the less people you know the less people who can turn on you. In a city like Brooklyn, it seemed like a safe thought to her. Got to look out for yourself and Fighter always kept to herself before she came here so she wasn't going to change her ways here. Fighter lifted her cigarette to her lips and glanced down the street.
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(c)Red
