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Post by Administrator on Dec 9, 2006 12:39:01 GMT -5
Leaving town? Arriving? Just trying to sell some papes? well, you've come to the right place!
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Post by angel on Jan 1, 2007 23:10:15 GMT -5
Angel sat on a bench, watching the people go by. She had no intention of leaving New York at all. The train yards seemed to calm her in a weird way. Some of the people who got off the train looked so...new. Their faces were bright and excited.
Then there were other who looks scared--small fish in a big pond. She shrugged. They'd find their way eventually. After all, New York was the place where dreams came true. Angel smiled to herself. Right.
As strange as it sounded, the noise and bustle calmed her. It made her feel like she wasn't so alone.
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Post by Jack Kelly on Jan 3, 2007 12:41:46 GMT -5
Jack looked at his tickets. His train was leaving in half an hour...it was almost time to go. His two leather bags sat at his feet, him in his best suit. He figured he'd need it on--he was going to try and get a normal job there...if that didn't work out--oh well. Always being a western newsie.
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Post by Prince on Jan 3, 2007 13:29:01 GMT -5
Prince came sprinting towards the train station. She had to catch him before he left. Though it was taking too long! She had to hurry, or there was no way she'd be there on time.
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Post by Jack Kelly on Jan 3, 2007 13:32:57 GMT -5
The train had just pulled up to the station when he saw Prince running towards him. "...Mary?" He was a bit shocked, hoping that she wouldnt have found the bandana in time. She was probbaly coming to give it back to him.
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Post by Prince on Jan 3, 2007 22:09:33 GMT -5
She saw him in the distance, she'd gotten there just in time it seemed. She ran as fast as she could. She could see him, and as she got closer she could slow down. She came to a stop right infront of him. "Jack... I..." she was breathing hard from the running she couldn't spit it out. "I'm... sorry," she said, which was difficult even without not being able to breathe well. She handed him his bandana back. "You... do what you need to..." she said with a small smile to him. "I was... bein' kinda selfish... and if you need to do this... go ahead. I'll be here..." she knew he had said he'd be back. She thought he would be, but there was always the chance things would go great, and it wouldn't happen. She hoped that wasn't going to be the case.
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Post by Jack Kelly on Jan 3, 2007 22:16:12 GMT -5
Jack smiled broadly at her. "Shh..." He put a finger on her lips and then kissed her passionately, his hands slowly tied the bandana around her neck. "...don't worry...I love you Mary...don't worry..." He heard the train whistle and he kissed her briefly before bounding onto the train. Well...that was done.
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Post by Prince on Jan 3, 2007 22:26:20 GMT -5
Prince was... to say the least, without words. She hadn't been expecting that, especially after she'd gotten so angry with him. Her hand came up to her neck to feel the bed material now tied around her neck. She smiled a little and waved to him. He'd be back.
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Post by salene on Feb 5, 2007 21:40:53 GMT -5
((NEw Day))
Salene hadn't expected this stop, after leaving Charlotte and making her way north, but she was riding the rails now. And going where they took her, she adjusted her turban on her head, she looked more then a little odd but she didn't care what people thought of her. They'd think what they wanted, hence why she didn't care.
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Post by dutch on Mar 22, 2007 18:52:38 GMT -5
-New Day-
Dutch sat on th bench at the train yards. He had no intention of leaving. It hadn't even ever crossed his mind. He was there only because there were a lot of people around. Even though he was by himself, now he didn't feel so alone.
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Post by writer on Mar 22, 2007 20:09:10 GMT -5
Writer was not technically a newsie. He sold sometimes for a small profit, so he could have money in his pockets. It was better than getting a job at a store, or something else that could be very dull. This day, he had decided to sell a little at the train yards, which weren't far from his family's apartment. After selling about half of his papers, he approached a bench to sit down for a while.
"Aye," he nodded to the person beside him, as he thought about what he would write about that night.
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Post by dutch on Mar 22, 2007 20:36:01 GMT -5
Dutch looked at the boy, sizing him up a little. He turned his attention back to the crowd. He nodded his head, his way of letting the boy know he had heard him.
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Post by writer on Mar 24, 2007 14:24:28 GMT -5
Writer watched the crowd unconsciously, still considering what he had seen that day. His mind grew quickly full, and he felt a headache coming on. Perhaps, he decided, I should take my mind off writing for a while. He turned back to the boy on the bench with him. He looked near the same age as him, perhaps a year older, and at least somewhat friendly. Not like he'd bite his head off, anyways.
"Where're you off to?" Writer asked, tilting his head towards the tracks.
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Post by dutch on Mar 24, 2007 16:57:22 GMT -5
Dutch shook his head, slowly. "Nowhere." He looked at the boy with a sort of sad pained expression. "What about you?"
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Post by writer on Mar 24, 2007 22:45:46 GMT -5
Writer shrugged. "Just selling to the rush crowd," he said, holding his remaining papers tightly. He turned to the boy. He looked upset - very upset. Writer couldn't help but feel like the boy seemed somewhat familiar, but couldn't quite place the face. "I'm Writer," he told him, deciding to introduce himself. Perhaps he could figure out why he seemed to know this boy.
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thanks admin!
(c)Red