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Post by spotconlon on Jun 5, 2008 18:26:38 GMT -5
"Well, glad ya think so highly of yourself." Spot chuckled at his own joke, taking a drag off his cigarette. "Well ya ain't half bad, Fightah. I aint wantin tah kick you out--good sign."
Spot snorted, and looked down at Joe. "Yous a Brookie. We make room--we take room." He smirked though, nodding. The other man was welcome. It was nice to have another man around--he was tired of so many woman all the time; but at least his women weren't like the women of Queens.
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Post by Joe on Jun 8, 2008 22:23:15 GMT -5
"Gettin ta be theres not much room, dont know if ya noticed but dis here lodgin house is over run by girls. Especially some dat just dont belong in brooklyn. Met two by your room da ottah day. Sent one ta Queens." Joe looked Spot up and down "Sure aint da looks in dis side of New York. dats brinin dem." Then he grinned showing he wasnt anywhere near serious "Not dat theres anything ta complain about. A dames a dame." Joe took a deep drag of his Cigarette held it in and let it out very slowly as he leaned against the railing and grinned crookedly.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jun 9, 2008 9:12:07 GMT -5
Fighter raised an eyebrow at Joe and let out a snort at his comment on the looks of the leader of Brooklyn. He may have been kidding but the short amount of time Fighter had spent around Spot even jokes weren't taken lightly. Judging by what the guy was saying, Fighter could tell he wasn't someone she was going to get overly friendly with, especially at the dame comment. "A dames a dame, huh? You sure don't seem like you'd be havin' much experience or expertise in that line of talking."
With a little chuckle, Fighter took a drag of her cigarette and looked over at Spot. "I'll take what you said as a compliment, I try not to get kicked out of places I like."
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Post by Joe on Jun 9, 2008 12:33:38 GMT -5
Joe smirked in Fighters General direction. He wasnt looking for a fight just the nicotine that was filling his lungs. Rolling the lit cigarette over his knuckles he turned back to the king of Brooklyn and Fighter. "Just making small talk love, Smalls always said i butcher the idea of it."
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jun 9, 2008 13:53:56 GMT -5
"Well it seems that she's spot on there." Fighter was more joking than being serious, she didn't know Joe well enough to do anything more than that. This was the one day a year she probably wouldn't even participate in a fight if someone picked it with her. Then again, she probably would, but she wouldn't go out of her way to start one.
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Post by spotconlon on Jun 10, 2008 21:27:16 GMT -5
Spot snorted, tapping Joe's leg with his cane. "At least not for your ugly mug." He smirked. "And if Lucky or Smalls heard you callin' them dames and lumpin them with the other dolts, they'd soak ya." he smirked. "and I'd let them."
He nodded towards Fighter, handing her a cigarette. "Well make sure ya keep like that. Goes for you too, Joe. Just because you're friends with Smalls don't mean ya get no special treatment."
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Post by Joe on Jun 10, 2008 21:59:09 GMT -5
Joe out and out grinned at fighter. "dosent she though" then threw back his head and laughed. "Respect da hell out of dat one," he said smirking as he thought of Smalls "both of dem." stopping his cigarette he took another drag and then continued rolling it along his knuckles.
He listened to Spot respecting him more as he talked. "Nevah asked ya to." he said nodding to him. "Figured either i earned it or i moved on which evah came first." he let the smoke curl through his nostrils and adjusted his hat on his head.
"Wasnt even sure dere was room what with how crowded the Burroughs are gettin these days."
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jun 11, 2008 15:02:11 GMT -5
Fighter smirked and finished her cigarette, flicking the butt out onto the street. "The hot weather brings them in like rats trying to get out of the heat." Fighter laughed, pushing a piece of hair off her forehead, it certainly was starting to feel sticky outside. "Well boys it's been lovely chatting but I gotta find myself a drink and a fun time." Giving them both a smile, Fighter moved to walk past Joe and head back inside.
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Post by spotconlon on Jun 11, 2008 21:40:12 GMT -5
Spot rolled his eyes. Joe's attitude was near abrasive to him. "Yous got a distaste for me newsies, Joe, ya can find another place ta stay." He snorted. No one disparaged his newsies but him, damn it. He tapped his cane on the fire escape. "Yous watch out for that Zeke, Fighta--I ain't gonna keep ya 'round if ya get dizzy over the local bicycle." He chuckled.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jun 12, 2008 9:27:50 GMT -5
Fighter smirked at Spot and nodded once, "You don't have to worry 'bout that, I look but that's about as far as I'll go wit' that. I got more important things on my mind than some guy." Although Zeke was incredibly attractive, she did have other things to take care of before she'd ever get hooked up with some guy. Fighter had lost herself over a Brooklyn boy before and it did nothing good for her at all, she wasn't looking to head down that road again anytime soon.
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Post by Joe on Jun 12, 2008 10:14:38 GMT -5
Joe brought his gaze up ta spots. 'Didnna mean ta sound disrespectful or unappreciative, been a newsie all my life and i have no qualm wit anyone or da life." he said and shrugged. "Just was wonderin what happened in da different classes dat made all da numbahs of orphans and runaways increase so much in ah short time." Joe moved aside for Fighter and nodded to her as she made a move to head inside. "Brooklyns Jersey foah me, so if ya dont mind me stayin and still wanderin a bit...." Joe shrugged again and took another drag of his cigarette and left his sentence unfinished. He didnt know what else ta say and he already knew he wasnt great with conversation. It was up to the leader whether he stayed or went and always would be. He wasnt a native to Brooklyn so he had no claims to it.
Joe listened to Fighter and caught the undertone in what she said. "Best way to do it." he said in agreement with her.
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Post by spotconlon on Jun 12, 2008 21:41:01 GMT -5
Spot nodded, crossing his arms. "Yah can stay." He shrugged. "Is ain't gonna keep a bed from someone who's got a bit ah tough blood in em." He gestured to the open window. He wasn't much for words either, though he had a gift of the gab when needed.
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Post by Joe on Jun 13, 2008 14:21:16 GMT -5
Joe nodded his thanks to Spot "Let me know if ya need me." he said,not meaning it lightly as he stubbed out his cigarette on the bricks behind him. Something was brewing in the air and Joe could taste it. It'd been too calm for too long, he didnt like it. Nodding one last time Joe tipped his hat down and started down the fire escape. "You know where ta find me."
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Post by dot on Jul 29, 2008 6:19:46 GMT -5
<< New Day >>
Dot had just came from Manhattan she had a nice talk with a little boy, his name was Les, brother of the walking mouth, and he was around ten years old. Dot hadn't really been able to meet alot of people in New York, but she had meet a couple of people like....Corsair, and Les.
Dot walked out onto the Fire Escape and saw that there was nobody out there so she leaned against the wall of the lodging house and took her cigarettes out of her pocket, Dot knew that she was to young to smoke but she did it anyway.
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Post by firecracker on Jul 29, 2008 11:30:41 GMT -5
Firecracker was very bored and decided to walk around the Brooklyn Bridge. He hadn't sold papers since the jack up. Hopefully Spot does sumtin' 'bout it, he thought.
Fire saw a girl smoking, and she looked around his age. He walked up to her and said, "Hey Miss, are you from Brooklyn?"
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