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Jun 14, 2006 19:55:24 GMT -5
Post by angel on Jun 14, 2006 19:55:24 GMT -5
Angel looked up at the sky. The rain had let up a little. She stood up and dusted off her skirt. "Well, the rain's lettin up. I'm gonna go see if I can get some food before I attempt to sell again."
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Jun 14, 2006 22:57:22 GMT -5
Post by Cheater Hollander on Jun 14, 2006 22:57:22 GMT -5
"Okay, nice talkin' to ya." Cheater said, getting up and waving before walking in the lodging house.
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Jun 21, 2006 21:16:44 GMT -5
Post by drifter on Jun 21, 2006 21:16:44 GMT -5
Drifter leaned back on the porch with her legs stretched out in front of her. This was quickly becoming one of her favourite places to sit at the lodging house. She opened her case and pulled out her fiddle. Closing her eyes she began playing an upbeat jig. |
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Jun 21, 2006 23:23:21 GMT -5
Post by Skittery on Jun 21, 2006 23:23:21 GMT -5
((i'm stalking you since the other thread is rather dead.....muwah))
Skittery stalked slowly up to the porch. He had heard the beat when he got around the corner from the lodging house and immediately assumed it was Drifter. What other newsie wanders around playing Irish music on a fiddle? He stepped softly up the stairs onto the porch, careful not to disturb her and leaned against the railing. He enjoyed the music a while longer then flicked a coin onto the boards next too her as if she was a bum. A wide grin was on his impish little face.
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Jun 22, 2006 9:31:18 GMT -5
Post by drifter on Jun 22, 2006 9:31:18 GMT -5
((Yay! I'm loved... and stalked, and what's one without the other?))
Drifter had lost herself a bit, this wasn't an easy tune and she had to actually concentrate on her playing. One day she'd find other people who played, and that'd be good fun. What she really needed was someone else who played the tin whistle, there was a lot that could be done with that. And lost in her thoughts and the music, she didn't notice the boy creeping up the stairs. When the coin landed next to her, she looked up startled. The startled look melted into a grin and Drifter set her fiddle back down into it's case. She tucked her legs up indian style under her skirt and waited to Skits to join her.
"Hey theah strangeh. What brings you out to these pahts?"
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Jun 23, 2006 1:13:13 GMT -5
Post by Skittery on Jun 23, 2006 1:13:13 GMT -5
Skittery plopped down next to her, resting his weight on his arms steached out behind him. He made sure their shoulders were touching wanting to be close but still not all the comfortable with showing an over the top amount of affection for the girl. His mood was quite pleasant for once, all smiles no scowls or pessimism. He pushed some of the past days' events away, all the fights and such trying to pretend they didnt happen. So far it worked, as long as he stayed away from a mirror...
"Jus' tryin' ta stay outta trouble an' find a little irish girl I've been neglectin' a bit lately..." He made a pouty 'i'm sorry' look at her for a quick moment then glanced at her case. "Ya didn't 'ave ta stop because of me..." He liked the music it was fun and relaxing, and obviously what she loved.
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Jun 23, 2006 15:37:28 GMT -5
Post by drifter on Jun 23, 2006 15:37:28 GMT -5
Drifter smiled and couldn't help but notice how relaxed the boy was. She was happy to see that Skits's bruises from his trip to Brooklyn were finally starting to fade away. Leaning against him she looked out on the quiet sideroad. "I can't play and talk to you at the same time," she said with a small laugh, then in a teasing voice added, "I'll play one more, since you ah stayin' outta trouble." Lifting her fiddle and bow from the case once more, she sat up and began to play. As she finished up, she gave a small, mock bow before putting her beloved instrument away once more. |
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Jun 23, 2006 18:05:14 GMT -5
Post by Skittery on Jun 23, 2006 18:05:14 GMT -5
((whoa there drifter! i'm seein' double!))
Skittery waved his foot along with the the little tune and watched her intently as she played. As she bowed let out a laugh. "I'se glad ya believe in givin' rewards for good behavior, otherwise I don't think be makin' it up there" He looked up to the sky jokingly as if looking at heaven.Right when he finished the sentence he let out a little "Ah" and reached into his pocket. He retrieved the little scarf she had given him weeks before in the heat and held it out to her. It was stiff and crinkled from air drying.
He observed their surrounding, void of other people and raised his eye brows, chuckling again. "Have I been rubbin' off on ya? Ya avoidin' everyone else by commin' out here?"
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Jun 23, 2006 20:50:33 GMT -5
Post by drifter on Jun 23, 2006 20:50:33 GMT -5
((Whoops!))
Drifter chuckled and leaned into Skits, wrapping her arm around his waist and smiling at him affectionately. She rested her head on his shoulder, and looked down at the scarf she had given him when they first met. She took it and placed on top of her case with the intention of waching it later.
"Have I been rubbin' off on ya? Ya avoidin' everyone else by commin' out here?"
"Nah, I just like the peace when Ise can get it. Can't heah meself think in theah sometimes," she answered nodding in the direction of the lodging house.
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Jun 26, 2006 18:43:12 GMT -5
Post by Skittery on Jun 26, 2006 18:43:12 GMT -5
He let out a laugh remembering some of her past referenced to the to dramatic Bronx girls. "Too much cryin' and whinin' for your likeing?" He raised his eyebrows. He pointed to his eye knowing he never went into any details with her. "Got dis thanks to come 'elp from da Bronx" He gave her a half grin, over his anger with Fancy but not his irritation - but then again was he ever?
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Jul 12, 2006 16:13:31 GMT -5
Post by jackle on Jul 12, 2006 16:13:31 GMT -5
((New Day))
Jackle made his way to the Porch of the Bronx lodgin' house. It had been awhile since he'd actually stayed inside. He walked onto the porch debating on whether he should go in or not. It was the war that brought him here. It wasn't safe to be sleepin' on the streets anymore. Even in his most private area. He sighed and turned looking back out at the street.
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Jul 25, 2006 12:59:59 GMT -5
Post by muder on Jul 25, 2006 12:59:59 GMT -5
((new day))
Murder sat on the porch of the Bronx lodging house, working on a couple new cards she had realized she needed. The day hadn't been too bad. She had made a pretty big kill selling papers today (well big for her). She wiped her brow, the small breeze not giving much repose from the heat. Her normally wavy blond hair was curling up in the humidity, closer to her cap than usual. Not many newsies were back yet, and she liked it that way. Gave her some time alone before the annoyances started.
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Jul 25, 2006 13:00:18 GMT -5
Post by Daniel Cardoni on Jul 25, 2006 13:00:18 GMT -5
Suddenly her cap was pulled gently from her head, dangling just in front of her eyes, back and forth, the person who apparently held it, was standing behind her. But there hadn't been anyone back yet, so they had to have come up the back streets without her seeing.
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Jul 25, 2006 13:09:20 GMT -5
Post by muder on Jul 25, 2006 13:09:20 GMT -5
Murder knew only one person who would even dare touch her. Reaching up she grabbed her hat and then leaned back quickly into the other person, knocking them off balance.
Putting the cap back on her head slightly askance, she stood and turned around, her eyes closed to slits, but a slight playfulness in them showing she wasn't angry, just amused.
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Jul 25, 2006 13:09:40 GMT -5
Post by Daniel Cardoni on Jul 25, 2006 13:09:40 GMT -5
Ace looked up from where he had landed on the porch, grinning. "Good afternoon to you too." He laughed, pushing himself up so he could stand. "How'dya do today, if i may ask?" He was one of the only people who had the patience, and the tolerance - that was such a cruel word - to talk to Murder. He enjpyed it, and tried to crack down on his kids who gave her a hard time.
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