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Post by Prince on Jul 25, 2007 5:08:32 GMT -5
This is where the huge boats come to dock get and take passengers and cargo as well.
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Post by misery on Nov 17, 2007 5:22:29 GMT -5
Misery stared at the boats coming in and out of the docks and smiled to herself as she stole an apple from one of the crates being carried away. Biting viciously into it she leaned back against a pole and wondered about how people carried on their lives with such routine. She LOVED not knowing what was going to happen, who she'd fight with, who she'd meet, what she'd steal. Laughing she scowered the streets and looked for someone, anyone she knew and yet no one seemed to be out and about.
Rolling her eyes she stared up at the sky in boredom, she finished selling papes a while ago, now she had to sit and wait until everyone else finished their routine. Picking up a rock she threw it into the water, watching it skip along the surface, that's how Misery felt from time-to-time, like she was merely skipping along the surface of life. Smirking to herself she figured she was thinking too much and finally heard a new voice speak out towards her.
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Post by smokey on Nov 24, 2007 21:00:31 GMT -5
((New Day))
Smokey stood on the dock watching the boat which carried her mother further and further away from her. She was leaving, going back to Italy. Disease had fallen upon her mother's village and she was to return to tend to her dying father.
It was easier and cheaper to send only one of them. Her mother figured Smokey would be all right, and told her that if she was ever in real danger to go to her father, which was way easier said than done. Of course he wouldn't turn her away, but it would make things very bad for the both of them.
She promised to return with the money promised her so that they could both "live the American Dream the right way". Although she was greatly upset, Smokey put on her best front for her mother's sake and waved goodbye.
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Post by houdini on Nov 27, 2007 8:53:00 GMT -5
((New Day))
Houdini stood, watching as a large passenger boat began to drift away to sea. She could see people crowded at the railing waving and some crying, as though it would be there last look at New York. She pitied those who were staying, here, on the dock, more than those who were leaving. The ones who were staying and waving goodbye would still have there daily routines, but it would feel as though something was missing. Houdini knew that feeling all too well.
She decided to leave so that she could get a head start of the crowd before being trampled. She turned swiftly, a bit more swiftly than intended, and barreled into someone who had been standing near her, almost pushing them into the water.
"Oh - wow...Im sorry..." she gasped, her southern twang loose in her words. Her mahogany colored curls fell around her shoulders as she reached out a hand to steady the person.
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Post by Smalls on Jun 8, 2008 12:58:08 GMT -5
< New Day >
Smalls made her way through the mass of people, shouting headlines and waving papes as she went. The boat docks were always busy with people filing to and from ships, usually in a hurry and in sour moods. However, Smalls found people who were about to leave the country for an extended period of time often decided on a last minute copy of The Journal to bring along, and those coming into America, well...
A ship full of immigrants had just begun unloading, pouring onto the dock from a ramp and looking very much like a herd of livestock. Smalls made her way over, clearing her throat as she tapped one very confused looking man on the shoulder. He spun to face her, glancing back at his wife and children. Smalls held out a newspaper to him and when he scrunched his face and tried to pass by her she reached out, placing a firm hand on his arm. "Nah, you're gonna need this." He looked at her intently, clearly thinking she was giving him something he needed to get into the country. "Need?" He turned back to his family and after a rushed conversation in what Smalls guessed was some Eastern European language he turned to face her, holding his hand out for the paper. Smalls pulled it back slightly, holding out her own hand. He nodded, giving her one of the few pieces of American money he was allowed to exchange before boarding the ship in Europe. He nodded in question, again reaching out for the paper. Smalls quickly obliged, and pointed him in the right direction with a grin. As he moved on with his children in tow, She couldn't help but smirk as she flipped the quarter he had just given her and tucked it safely in her pocket.
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Post by smokey on Jun 9, 2008 13:32:35 GMT -5
Smokey applauded slowly as she walked toward Smalls, a small smile playing on her lips.
"Congratulations," she started, "You are the very first person to swindle that man on American soil." She smiled. "Too bad you aint the last, huh."
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Post by Smalls on Jun 9, 2008 16:32:06 GMT -5
Smalls glanced over at Smokey, giving a mock bow. "Nah it's good for 'em, only way they'll learn right?" She shifted her papes under her arms, turning and selling one quickly to a passerby. "So what brings ya down heah?"
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Post by smokey on Jun 10, 2008 3:23:57 GMT -5
"Family business." Smokey took out a cigarette -- having a bit of trouble lighting it, her hands were shaking. She became visibly nervous. She scanned the crowd of people leaving the ship. "My mother left for Italy about a month back. My grandpop got sick and she went to look after him." She took a deep drag. "Way past due for her to be back though."
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Post by Smalls on Jun 10, 2008 23:08:33 GMT -5
Smalls shifted her papers in her arms, glancing around a bit nervously. In her experience, when someone was acting the way Smokey was, it usually meant the cops we after them. "You alrigh'?" Smalls didn't understand families, and figured maybe that was why she didn't catch what part of Smoky's story should explain the girls nervous air.
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Post by smokey on Jun 11, 2008 1:19:43 GMT -5
Smokey winced as she cleared her throat. The hot liquid traveled down her throat like acid. These cigarettes were someday gonna be the death of her. She nodded. "Just a bit...worried, I guess." Maybe her mother had stayed in Italy longer than anticipated. Smokey didn't think anything too bad could've happened or else she would have gotten some kind of message. Then again, knowing her mother, she would have let Smokey know she wasn't going to be leaving as soon as planned.
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Post by Smalls on Jun 11, 2008 18:47:07 GMT -5
Smalls tried to suppress the urge to roll her eyes. She never knew her family and she liked it that way. From what she'd seen from kids with families, they seemed to be nothing but burdens. "Yeah well," Smalls cleared her throat awkwardly, not used to comforting anyone. "I'm shore she's fine..."
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Post by smokey on Jun 12, 2008 11:28:52 GMT -5
Smokey turned her eyes from surveying the crowd and looked at Smalls with a slightly amused smile and a raised eyebrow. She heard the awkwardness in Smalls voice and understood it completely. She wasn't use to comforting people either. In fact, she didn't think she had ever comforted anyone in all her days and if she did she couldn't remember a time now. "Yeah.." She stretched her arms out over her head before resting them on the back of her neck. "Well I 'spose I should let you get back to sellin'. Wouldn't want you to miss out on a meal on my account. Then I'd feel like I'd owe you somethin'."
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Post by Smalls on Jun 12, 2008 23:28:16 GMT -5
Smalls gave a sardonic laugh at the girl's presumtion that she could actually cause her to miss a meal. "Don' worry about it, you don' owe me nuthin'." She gave a small tip of her and a grin. "See ya 'round Smokes," Turning, she stepped into the moving crowd, vanishing almost instantly.
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Post by ishbel on Jun 15, 2008 22:01:49 GMT -5
((new day))
Ishbel stepped onto the dock from the boat. The first part to actually touch America was her left foot. It wasn't anything like she thought it would be. The older folks on the boat spoke about America as if it were the lost city of Atlantis. She could barely even breathe here. She followed her mother, father, and siblings throughout the crowd. They stood, waiting in a long line that was halfway out the door.
"Cá fhad, mum," she asked her mother.
"Feadh tamaill fhada," her mother answered back, "Bíodh foighne agat, Ishbel."
Ishbel sighed, looking around her. She looked at her mother, then father. Her mother asked her father the same question she had just asked her. To this Ishbel smiled. She slipped silently out from beneath them going back out to the docks.
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Post by ada on Aug 1, 2008 18:08:50 GMT -5
(New Day))
Ada was wandering around the docks, she knew it was probably a bad idea in a lot of ways but she hit the land of not caring an awful lot. She was from the Bronx, worked in Queens-- her best friend lived in the Bronx but worked at the Docks so she was just looking for him. Amazingly she doubted she was going to find him right away--- he had a habit of vanishing without a trace and not telling her anything.
She sighed and dropped down onto the dock, letting her feet hang over the water-- "Pete, your such a ninny---" And she'd tell him that to his face too... she would!
He was late again, Pete was always late for one reason or another he was terrible at telling time. After an hour or so she shifted her weight and laid down on the dock, her hand hanging over the side. She was still to far to feel the water but she could feel the chill. Closing her eyes she let out a breath, he was being a ninny-- making her wait for him like always.
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