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Post by Prince on Oct 9, 2006 2:45:39 GMT -5
Fifth Avenue is a symbol of wealthy New York. Newsies who sell here ought to be looking their finest if they want any business.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Oct 23, 2006 1:50:48 GMT -5
Lucky wasn't selling, as a matter of fact she was checking out the last place she'd lived with her old man. Her Aunt Lydia used to live on Fifth Avenue before she'd moved to San Francisco. The old bird had been amusing as hell for Lucky to be around. No matter what Lucks did, Aunt Lydia's face went red as her her favorite shawl.
She sat on the stoop of the house, to bad Aunt Lydia was gone. She brushed her hair back from her collar and pulled her cards out of her pocket, shuffling them a few times. She started to play solitare on the stoop of the fine looking house, waiting for someone to kick her off.
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Post by gollymclean on Oct 23, 2006 13:03:02 GMT -5
Golly trotted along Fifth Ave the information he learned from Sweets and Jack was playing over in his head, now he just had to figure out how to act on it. This was his chance to actually do help with something that had meaning, so why was it so difficult?
He noticed a girl busiing herself on the steps to one of the finer homes and he slowed. Obviously a street kid of some kind. He sighed knowing some old biddy would complain about her so he made his way to the home stopping in front of it.
"Move it along, lass" He said unenthusiastically, "this ain't a park.."
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Oct 23, 2006 14:55:18 GMT -5
Well that was certienly a whole lot quicker then she'd thought. She'd figured she'd get a couple more games in. Her eyes landed on the man, the cop, argh, she hated cops. She scooped up her cards in one quick swoop and eyed the man lightly.
"Pardon me, sir. But I was unaware you couldn't play cards on the steps of you're own house.." Okay so she was fibbing a bit, but in truth the house still belonged to her family. Aunt Lydia still used it when she came back east once every two years. she brushed her hair back from her collar and bounced down the steps.
Holding out her wrists to Golly she tossed her hair over her shoulder. "So, if you're gonna arrest me for loiterin' make it quick, okay.."
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Post by gollymclean on Oct 23, 2006 15:58:39 GMT -5
Golly straightened up, surprised by her reaction. Boy did she have a lot of spunk. She did not look like she belonged at all...where was the elaborate sun dress and the over sized hat a rich suitable maid would wear?
"Don't sass me, an' put yer hands down, I ain't gonna arrest you" He snorted back down at her, irritated that he had even bothered to talk to her in the first place. "I don't have times for yer stupid little games - so jus' leave!" He was on edge and really didn't feel like bothering with such stupid 'problems'. Vanora started to eat the flowers in the planter box and he yanked her head away roughly - even the stupid horse was being irritating.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Oct 23, 2006 16:07:15 GMT -5
Lucky grinned at him, and started to laugh. She wondered honestly what he expected from her, really. Her eyes narrowed a bit, just because she didn't LOOK like she belonged here didn't mean she was lying.
"You're roots are showing," she said with a smirk, her emerald eyes glittered as she spoke. Not like he wouldnt' be proud of where he came from, she just thought she'd point it out. Saying that she dropped her hands to the side. "Ya know, making snap judgments about people is a bad thing for a bull. Just because I look like a street kid, and I am for the most part, dont' mean you know where I come from."
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Post by gollymclean on Oct 23, 2006 20:10:03 GMT -5
"My roots don't concern you." Golly narrowed his eyes, he clinched his teeth trying desperately to calm himself. This was pushing him over the edge. He tightened his grip on the reins and wondered why it was these kids were always capable of pushing his buttons with minimal effort.
"An' talkin' back to a bull is a bad thing for a snippy lass. " He said lamely, instantly regretting the fact he was stooping to bickering with a teenager. He knew she had a point but was not going to let her know that - he was the adult and the cop and he needed to maintain some authority (though she never seemed to have any sense of it). He pulled his nightstick from his belt and leaned forward in his saddle. "Now, please head out."
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Oct 23, 2006 20:28:24 GMT -5
Lucky's eyesbrows shot up as she looked at the night stick. She looked up at him and scowled darkly.
"You touch me with that thing, they'll be retreiving it from you're backside with much difficulty," okay, she TRIED, she really did. She tried to be nice, tried to not get snarky, but she couldn't help it. It was pat of her nature, she said a few dozen things in her father's native tongue and none of it was very nice as she started walking away. Her back up, she wasn't happy with cops in general at the moment and this guy had slid right into her least favorite person list.
"Stupido.. Scato.." her eyes flared darkly, tossing her hair over her shoulder she shoved her hands into her pockets.
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Post by gollymclean on Oct 24, 2006 1:00:23 GMT -5
"Yer a handful - sure that mouth of yours gets ya into lotsa nice jams.."Golly glowered at her then looked down at his night stick. Well it worked, though he would't have touched her with it. He replaced it back into his belt and shook his head at her - she was a tough one that was for sure, which on the street was probably the best thing she could be.
"Call me what ya like, lass, but next time follow orders." The anger in his voice was starting to melt away back to his normal exasperated tone. "Ya ain't always gonna get off easy..."
Vanora was back to eating away the flowers and Golly yanked at her mane "Dumb horse.." he muttered finally getting her to walk a few feet from the delicious treats. He started on his way but stopped a few yards away to make sure she'd leave.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Oct 24, 2006 5:41:58 GMT -5
Half way down the street she stopped and spun around to face him, her eyes glittered.
"Hey, Officer! When my Aunt Lydia comes back to from San Francisco, I'll make her invite you to dinner. If only to prove I ain't a liar!"
With that she laughed, it was an easy sound, something she was used to now. With a wink and a wave she continued down the street, hoping to scare up some fun on her way back to Brooklyn.
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Post by windi on Nov 19, 2006 17:43:03 GMT -5
What happens when you dissapear from a city for a god long forsaken time. You miss it, no matter how beautiful the countryside is which Flo had been spirited away to. And soon she come to a missing of the city. The smog, and dirt, yelling and never ending noise she'd grown acustomed too. But Now she was back, taking the first train home. And ready to return to her job at Tibby's. Her lids folded as she paraded down 5th avenue taking a good wiff of the morning smells. A perfume of it's own, she opened those baby blues and couldn't help but realise she'd somehow managed to walk straight into stree traffic. "ACK!" She jumped back falling onto the sidewalk a flash of blond and beige skirts. Lovely way to start your first day back neh?
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Post by frenchie on Nov 19, 2006 17:56:51 GMT -5
Frenchie flounced down the street, reading a book (which was upside down, mind you). She was concentrating so hard on her reading, that she didn't even notice the fallen girl until she gracefully tripped over her.
"Oh, golly!" She quickly adjusted herself into a sitting position before addressing the girl she had just trampled, "I'm sorry, I guess I didn't see you there. I was reading and then BOOM!" she made a hand motion that one would suppose was her way of describing the collision, "Here I am," she laughed, looking around the street. It took her a moment, but she eventually did realize that the two girls were in the middle of the street, which caused her to say, "This is a funny place to sit. Do you not like benches?"
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Post by windi on Dec 3, 2006 16:31:45 GMT -5
Blink a few times, and soak it up. A platinum blond girl was regarding her oddly. It was rather uncomfortable really. An in all current circumstances she would have preferred if the girl didn't have such a pinch me I'm pretty air about her. An odd expression but it was true in the most part, she wasn't the type of beauty you regarded with reverence and awe. Now it was the type that made you want to pinch her cheeks an yell for no particular reason. The type of beauty that really lacked any proper brains behind it. All this she could tell by the way the girl tilted her head dumbstruck and attempted to contemplate why on earth she was sitting on a sidewalk. When one look at the awkwardness of her sit would have told anyone with the IQ above a sugar snap pea that Flo had fallen. "Er... I tripped." She faltered, in quick un accented English. One of the major points which pushed her apart from the other backstreet Manhattans.
Rather then wait for the girl to help her up. She pushed her heel back pivoting to full height in a matter of seconds. Proceeding to dust off street soot from her frock. "I'm Florance Cohen... but please call me Flo." She was unsure if it were wise to give her name to a total and complete stranger but, as the facts had it the girl looked more lost then she did. And that was saying something.
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Post by frenchie on Dec 3, 2006 16:44:23 GMT -5
Frenchie got to her feet, first picking up her book and dusting it off. She brushed the dirt from her skirts, saying, "Flo? You know, I used to know a lady named Flo," she paused, "thinking" for a moment, "Oh, no, it was Joe. And he certainly wasn't a lady. But Flo and Joe are kind of the same, right?" Without waiting for an answer, she said, "My name's Lucille Rousseau, but everyone I know calls me Frenchie. ...Actually, I don't really know anyone, so I guess no one really calls me anything," she laughed, her voice squeaking a bit as she did so.
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Post by robbie on Dec 27, 2006 0:30:11 GMT -5
*New Day*
Work had been going pretty well for Robbie down at Tibby's. He had made a few extra dollars and with some of his savings, decided to finally furnish his apartment. He secretly missed his old way of life with its luxuries. "Hell, I'm allowed some sort of lavishness right?" he thought as he strolled down to 5th Avenue, wearing one of his better looking shirts and pants.
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