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Post by slapjack on Feb 1, 2008 17:14:19 GMT -5
"depends on yer definition of new....I'm Singer by tha way, nice ta meet ya..."
Jack shrugged. She was fairly used to dismissing Airy behaviors.
"So...Singer, you sing I take it?" Jack asked hoping to start up a conversation. She wasn't trying to but in - but she wanted to know more now that she had skimmed the surface.
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Post by krissicowgirl on Feb 1, 2008 20:38:55 GMT -5
Singer nodded,"yes I do, singin' is my life, and it always has been....you have any hobbies?"she asked Jack as she leaned back in her chair abit and looked her over for a moment before taking another drink from her glass and setting it down once more.
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Post by slapjack on Feb 2, 2008 4:15:28 GMT -5
"yes I do, singin' is my life, and it always has been....you have any hobbies?"
Jack snorted and said, "I'm a newsie. I do what newsies do. I sell papes." she laughed.
"I guess I may have a bit of a gamblin' problem..." she added smirking. That was in fact, how she had gotten her name.
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Post by krissicowgirl on Feb 2, 2008 12:36:26 GMT -5
Singer nodded and leaned forward in thought,"I'm a newsie too, gambling's fun.....haven't done much lately, but I can see how people can love it, everyone has something that dey love....sometin dat makes 'em unique...."she said as she looked down at her now empty glass," if we didn' then life would be almost pointless..."she added.
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Post by slapjack on Feb 2, 2008 12:46:47 GMT -5
"I'm a newsie too, gambling's fun.....haven't done much lately, but I can see how people can love it, everyone has something that dey love....sometin dat makes 'em unique...." " if we didn' then life would be almost pointless..."
No wonder this girl was a singer - she was almost speaking poetically. Jack propped her feet up onto the table and put her hands behind her head.
"How old are ya Singah?" She asked.
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Post by krissicowgirl on Feb 2, 2008 22:29:39 GMT -5
She smiled a looked at Jack,"17 yeahs old...what about yerself?"she asked as she put her hat o her head and folded the paper she had been looking at in half. Singer was pretty happy now, she was not alone currently and Jack seemed nice.
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Post by slapjack on Feb 3, 2008 23:59:46 GMT -5
Jack folded her arms across her chest.
"17, eh? So'm I" she said looking the girl up and down.
"How long you been singin'?" she asked compulsively.
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Post by krissicowgirl on Feb 4, 2008 12:34:34 GMT -5
Singer smiled and looked around before looking back at Jack," since I could talk.... if I could ask my mum she'd prolly say my first woids was in song, but I dunno..."she said as she leaned back again.
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Post by slapjack on Feb 4, 2008 15:14:07 GMT -5
Jack laughed. "Me muddah says that me foist woid's was 'Fuck off'" Jack said thoughtfully. She was happy her mother was still around. Her father was more than likely still alive somewhere, but Jack had no idea who he was or where he was. Sad thing is, Neither did her mother. It was the same as not even having a father.
"So, you'se a 'Hattan Goil...?" Jack asked scratching her head. "Me, I'm a Bronx Newsie who cant live wid her mudda cause its to dangerous." she added emphasizing 'dangerous' with quote fingers.
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Post by krissicowgirl on Feb 4, 2008 19:10:58 GMT -5
Singer smiled and looked at Jack as she asked about Manhattan," well da boys and goils are amazin' Jack's a outstandin' leadeh, wes pretty well taken care of,"she said admiringly in Jack's favor,"how's da Bronx?"she asked.
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Post by manhattan on Jul 7, 2008 11:25:30 GMT -5
Manhattan wiped down the big table, muttering about lousy tippers as she put the dirty dishes away and started setting the table with menus and classes. Tibbys was somewhat busy but the other waitress had served those tables before Manhattan started her shift. So not only did she not have anything that really needed to be done but she also didnt have any reason to go up to the occupied tables and start a conversation. Blowing hair out of her face she pulled out one of the chairs at the table, sat down and propped up her feet, and began doodleing on her pad hoping someone would need her for something or would strike up a conversation. God she was bored!! and since they raised the prices of papers for the newsies she hadnt seen many in here for awhile. hence why she was working here more and more, it was the only way to keep money in her pockets. "What da hell were dey thinkin raising prices again. We aint made of money heah." she growled and drew $$$ with lines through them.
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Post by Milo on Jul 20, 2008 17:19:47 GMT -5
((New Day))
When Milo, Pockets and Snitch arrived at Tibby's, Milo hopped off of Pockets' back and pulled the two older newsies to the nearest table, "when's da waitah gonna come?" he asked impatiently almost as soon as he sat down, eager to get his ice cream.
(Are there waiters at Tibby's?)
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on Jul 20, 2008 17:26:20 GMT -5
Racetrack entered Tibby's, and as soon as he did the barmaid barked at him to put out his cigar. With a glare, he hurriedly obeyed. He threw the cigar butt out the door again before looking around. Snitch and Pockets had told him to come to Tibby's for some reason, he didn't know why. He saw them sitting near the window table with Milo, one of the youngest newsies in Manhattan. He strode over and said to Snitch, "How's it, Snitch? So what's all this about?"
((I think so...))
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Post by snitch on Jul 20, 2008 17:34:03 GMT -5
When Snitch, Pockets, and Milo got into Tibby's, Milo asked when he was gonna get his ice cream.
"when's da waitah gonna come?"
"The waiter will come when we're ready." said Snitch, looking at the Hyper, Milo. Snitch saw Race coming, I wonder if race won any money today..thought Snitch.
"How's it, Snitch? So what's all this about?"
"What are you talking 'bout Race" asked Snitch.
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Post by Milo on Jul 20, 2008 18:02:45 GMT -5
Milo watched as Racetrack walked into the restaurant and up to their table. "How's it, Snitch? So what's all this about?" asked race as he approached. Turning his attention to Snitch Milo heard him reply, "What are you talking 'bout Race" in a hesitant voice. He couldn't really tell if Snitch liked race very much or not. personally, he didn't know very much about race except for the fact that he smoked a lot and he really liked to play with ponies. He seemed to be kind of obsessed with it really, he went out to "play the ponies" almost every day. It seemed odd that a big kid like him liked ponies especially since most of the time they stole his money by the time he came back to the lodging house. Other than that, however, he seemed like an okay guy. 'I wonder why he's heah' he thought as he turned his attention back to the two older boys.
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Thanks Jim!
