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Post by Prince on Jul 23, 2007 3:25:38 GMT -5
Right off the edge is the river below. Don't go takin' a long walk off a short dock! You might just end up sleepin' with the fishes.
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Post by zero on Jul 23, 2007 17:08:30 GMT -5
Mopping his brow with his cap, Zero tugged it back over unruly red locks and looked around for a moment. He'd finished with his final delivery for the day, and now leaned himself leisurely against a stack of crates to spark up his cigarette and take a slow drag.
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Post by spunk on Jul 23, 2007 20:54:27 GMT -5
Spunk was wandering around the bronx just getting some air and thinking as usual. She loved the Southern Docks, it was one of the only places she knew in the Bronx. She made her way down the dock, until she reached the edge where she saw a guy just leaning on the crates. She walked closer to him and smirked. "Hey there."
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Post by zero on Jul 23, 2007 21:38:57 GMT -5
Zero nursed his cigarette lazily, eyes taking in his surroundings with vague interest as he allowed himself to ease his muscles for a minute before he would head back to Brooklyn. A girl approached him, and he glanced over at her greeting, not recognizing her. While he lived in Brooklyn, he knew very few newsies still.
"Hey." He replied in a low tone, a stream of smoke seeping from between his lips with the word.
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Post by spunk on Jul 25, 2007 13:48:13 GMT -5
Spunk saw this guy around, but that didn't mean she knew exactly who he was... he was a dock worker, that could be told from what he looked like and the way he carried himself. But she was still intreaged by him non-the less. She smirked at him once again as he glanced at her. She nodded at him as he spoke and then walked towards him more so.
"The names Spunk... whats yours?" She asked in a friendly tone.
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Post by zero on Jul 25, 2007 16:04:11 GMT -5
"Zero." He returned easily, eyeing the girl with an air of disinterest as she continued approaching him. He'd seen her around and possibly had heard her name at some point, but he rarely involved himself in most people's business. He continued to savor his smoke, the slight breeze feeling good on his damp skin. It wasn't really in his nature to instigate conversation with people he didn't already know, but she was lingering. "Somethin' I can do for ya?"
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Post by pitchnewsie on Mar 21, 2008 21:44:20 GMT -5
Pitch walked along, remembering her days in the Bronx.
She had finished off the last of her papers. She usually finished by the afternoon, but it was a rough day. She noticed a girl leaning on a post as she neared the docks.
Pitch made her way over and pulled herself into a Indian sitting position beside a nearby post. "Ain't it gorgeous?" she asked, gazing out at the sunset.
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Post by pitchnewsie on Apr 4, 2008 18:31:18 GMT -5
"You're right," she smiled. She didn't usually have a thing for drumming up conversation with strangers, but the girl had it right.
It was obvious something fascinated the girl, so Pitch said nothing and waited for the sun to drop.
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Post by pitchnewsie on Apr 6, 2008 18:11:24 GMT -5
Pitch looked up and smiled. She nodded. "My parents would watch it with me often. But you," she said, stumbling to her feet, "seem to have a different view of sunsets. A fascination." she put out a hand. Unsure if most other girls would except her spitting on it, she kept it clean. "I'm Pitch," she smiled.
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Post by pitchnewsie on Apr 9, 2008 21:44:35 GMT -5
"So where ya' from?" Pitch said, leaning heavily against a post. "Live at some lodging house or do ya' have a family of your own or someth--?" She stopped short. She wondered if it was a bit unorthodox to ask such a thing, but it had already slipped out. "Oh, I'm sorry," she sweated.
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Post by pitchnewsie on Apr 26, 2008 12:08:06 GMT -5
((Sorry I've been away... Grounded. DX))
Pitch nodded slowly as Rebecca spoke.
"I'm new to da lodging house up in Manhattan," she smiled, folding her arms with a bounce and nod. "But I'm originally from da' Bronx myself... The fights between mi' mudder and Pop were a bit much for me..." her eyes trailed off into the sky which was slowly getting darker and darker as more stars twinkled into place. "So I had to get away... But I love to come and visit every now and 'den!" she replied leaning heavily against a post. "I'm a newsie, so I don't get out here too much... But enough about lidd'l ol' me! What's your line a' work?"
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Post by pitchnewsie on Apr 30, 2008 17:57:44 GMT -5
"Really, now? You should get over to Brooklyn some time! Nice place. Don't feel bad, 'dough. I've never been out of New York, so I've got nutin much on ya'," Pitch said, moving her hair from the back of her neck, combing it with her fingers.
"Happens to da' best of us," she grinned. "News has been slow lately..." She put her hands into her pockets.
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Post by pitchnewsie on May 8, 2008 22:37:56 GMT -5
"Sounds like you've had your share of adventures, Rebecca," Pitch smiled. "New Yawk is full of 'em, I suppose... But 'dere not all bad, of course."
"Say, 'dis ain't your usual sell'n spot is it?" she asked, looking about, noticing how late it must have been getting.
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Post by pitchnewsie on May 16, 2008 16:14:23 GMT -5
"Nice idea," she grinned.
After a while, she added, "Say, it's getting late, huh?" She shoved her hands deeper into our pockets. "Maybe I best get go'n..."
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Post by pitchnewsie on May 24, 2008 16:36:39 GMT -5
Pitch didn't know how to exactly bid Rebecca goodnight, but she smiled and eventually just said, "Maybe I'll see you around 'den! Carrying the banner."
Pitch smiled and turned to leave.
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(c)Red