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Post by digit on Oct 23, 2006 15:36:27 GMT -5
((New Day))
Digit strode up to the Distribution window, whistling as she bought her papes. Munks chattered and squeaked excitedly, hopping up and down on the girl's shoulder. Digit laughed as she sat down out of the way and began scouring a paper for a half-ways decent headline. After a while, she snorted in disgust. Nothing.
"Looks like you'll be the 'star attraction' once again, Munksie, me-boy." she sighed. The monkey, noticing her sudden change in mood, stopped hopping and offered her his last peanut.
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Post by chaos on Dec 8, 2006 9:34:17 GMT -5
((New Day))
As Chaos was getting her papes, she had a feeling she was being watched. "Wwho's there? I ddemand to know who's there!"
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Post by Skittery on Jan 16, 2007 14:03:15 GMT -5
((NEW DAY))
Skittery leaned up against one of the brink walls after buying his papers. He stared at the front page, his mind reading the article over and over again. Normally he'd be excited for a headline like this, money was easy to make when people were scared out of their wits; but in his condition it was different. Everything the article described was everything he was going through. He coughed a few times followed by a sting of curses. He checked to see if anyone was staring at him, and once he was satisfied he gathered his papers to go sell.
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Post by mollie on Jan 16, 2007 15:56:14 GMT -5
Mollie had been standing nearby, initially looking for someone to pilfer something from. She wasn't looking for a newsie to snatch from, but rather some of the higher income employees. She looked to the boy who had been coughing, "Looks like youse caught somethin." she said, smirking softly. She knew that it was probably not in her best interest to be standing near him but didn't pay it too much mind. Somehow it didn't bother her near as much as it should have.
She didn't wait for a reply, "Willin to sell me one a yer papers?" she asked, reaching into her pocket to retrieve a dime. She knew the papers only cost a penny but she was feeling generous. Besides, she'd read the headline... she knew it was highly likely that this boy had TB... he needed a tip as much as anyone.
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Post by Skittery on Jan 16, 2007 16:43:47 GMT -5
Skittery stopped and sent the smirking girl a glare. "I didn't catch no--" She cut him off before he could even protest. He narrowed his eyes more until he realized she wanted to buy a paper and instead he raised an eyebrow. "Yeah 'course...ya don't loo" He was interrupted by a fit of coughing. Once he got his diaphragm under control he held the paper out to her and finished his sentence, "look like the paper readin' type..."
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Post by mollie on Jan 16, 2007 16:48:31 GMT -5
She smiled slightly at him. "I aint. I cant read hardly nothin, me friend... I live with her... she's been tryin ta teach me how ta read. She tells me ta buy the paper every day, so she can read me some of the better articles and pick out words from them that she tries to teach me." she said, sighing. "But Ise aint bought a paper for a while... she's been too tired to teach me how for the last few weeks. She had particular interest in one of today's articles... saw the headline on her way to work... and wanted me to get the paper." she shrugged. "Not dat youse really needed to know all dat, but..." she trailed off. "Are you all right?" she asked.
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Post by Skittery on Jan 16, 2007 16:58:13 GMT -5
Skittery pocketed the dime, happy to have extra to help make up the deficit of a few nights past. He half listened to her story, not really that interested, but gave her some of his attention out of courtesy. It wasn't until she asked him if he was alright that he became fully conscience again.
"I'm fine!" Skittery snapped. He was rather defensive about being sick, not wanting people to notice, knowing that being sick -especially if it was TB- would threaten his livelihood on more than one level. "Seesh, I was jus' coughin' - people do it all the time!" He threw his hands up in the air.
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Post by mollie on Jan 16, 2007 17:02:50 GMT -5
Mollie sighed and rolled her eyes. "You clearly aint fine. A cough like that aint never good." she said, biting her lip. "Youse seen a doctor about dat yet?" she asked. The 'yet' was probably unnecessary...well, actually, the whole question was probably unnecessary as he wad denying that he was sick in the first place. She looked to the article, looking it over. She couldn't read many words... the words she could read were short. "Actually, that was a dumb question...nevermind." She paused.
"I know youse a pretty busy guy, but would ya mind readin me the rest a de seconds paragraph... starting after the word that begins with s?" she asked, pointing to the word symptoms . "Please?"
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Post by Skittery on Jan 16, 2007 17:30:47 GMT -5
"Yes I went to the doctah this mornin' with the loads of money I got" He said with over the top sarcasm. Who did she think she was? He didn't know her, or care to know her - not with that nosy attitude. Skittery folded his hands over his chest, fighting to hold back another cough, instead it came out like a distorted burp-snort.
Skit squinted his eyes to see she what she was pointing at. He frowned when he skimmed it over - stupid girl, obviously can read enough.. he thought sourly. "Go ask yer friend - you said she was interesting in the damned headline this mornin'.." He started to walk away not wanting to deal with her and all her unsolicited concern. Before he could even get a few feet away he started to hack.
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Post by mollie on Jan 16, 2007 17:39:41 GMT -5
"I would, except she's off blowin some man in an alley..." she muttered. "And sorry if Ise tryin ta be nice enough... hope ya feel better." she said, walking past him. Who was he to think he was so much better then her? She figured he'd be dead soon enough anyway, the way he was hacking... she shouldn't have even bothered wasting her efforts.
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Post by Skittery on Jan 16, 2007 17:48:08 GMT -5
"Yeah sure ya do.." he managed to get out between coughs. He watched her walked toward the gate, half of him relieved the other feeling guilty. At a moment like this he hated his conscience. He started after her, keeping a few paces behind. "Wanna know what it says?" He asked not waiting for an answer, "it says I'm dead if I start coughin' up blood or get all sweaty at night" He tucked his papers under his arm "I ain't got either."
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Post by mollie on Jan 16, 2007 17:56:23 GMT -5
Mollie stopped walking and turned to face him. She hand't meant it to be offensive... she didn't even really know much of what the article had been about. Hell, she hadn't even been able to conquer the word symptom. "I...I'm sorry." she said quietly. She knew those to be the symptoms of TB, "I hope ya dont start either a em, much less both." she said, still quiet. She bit her lip... this put them into a little bit of an awkward situation.
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Post by Skittery on Jan 16, 2007 19:11:37 GMT -5
Skittery sighed and frowned back at her not sure what to do let alone say. "Yeah..me too.." he mumbled quietly glancing at the article again. "Best ya watch out for yerself, not random guys like me, it says 'ere its contageous.." He pulled his coat tighter around him, it was cold.
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Post by mollie on Jan 16, 2007 19:53:09 GMT -5
Mollie sighed softly. "Well... life aint so good round heah anyway." she said, rubbing her hands together for warmth. She never wore gloves simply because they were too difficult to take off if she found a good mark when she was walking down the street. "Not sayin yer gonna die, but well... you are. We all are, eventually. It happens when it happens." she said, shrugging.
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Post by Skittery on Jan 16, 2007 20:45:58 GMT -5
"You'd make a good doctor..tellin' people it don't matter 'cause they're gonna die anyways" Skittery blinked at her - even he wasn't that pessimistic. "Sounds almost like you want to get sick..." He frowned and shook his head before letting out another single cough.
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