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Post by Administrator on Jun 7, 2006 0:34:27 GMT -5
A nice, clean place great for selling papes. Lots of houses and families.
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Post by alleycat on Jul 26, 2006 23:01:25 GMT -5
Alley walked Lorimer street. She loved this street but it alway made her feel sad. Her great grandmother's old house stood here. She loved sellin' here too. She had finished sellin' however today holding onto one paper for her unless someone really wanted it. It was a slow news day but she had gotten everything sold using a headline on the second page in it's entirity. She never unless you absolutely had too. Improved the truth. She hummed as she walked the street.
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Post by scaper on Aug 15, 2006 20:54:46 GMT -5
(((New Day)))
He had just left the Western Union and was on his way to the park. He had been eavesdropping on peoples conversations, but there was no mention of the one named Flanna. He decided to just hang in the shadows of the alley up ahead. Maybe he would have better luck if he just waited around for a bit.
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Post by razor on Aug 15, 2006 21:23:26 GMT -5
Razor was in no mood to play, and had scoured half of Brooklyn -and demolished the other half- just to try and find even a hint of his Flanna. So far he was having no luch whatsoever, his eyes narrowed and breath harsh in rage. He was never going to calm, never rest, not until he found her.
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Post by scaper on Aug 16, 2006 13:28:30 GMT -5
He had seen the man young man down the street. He looked serious, angry even, pure anger. Carter decided to wait a bit longer in the Alley to watch the man. Could he be one of those Raconteurs, or just another angry New Yorker?
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Post by razor on Aug 16, 2006 13:32:22 GMT -5
Kicking over the nearest thing he found, he wasn't even sure what it was, he slammed his fist hard into the side of a building, not caring that his knuckles had split open and was now dripping blood. He had to find her. He just had to. Squeezing so tightly his knuckles whitened even under the crimson blood, he growled. "Flanna."
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Post by scaper on Aug 16, 2006 13:34:59 GMT -5
Flanna? This man was obviously upset about soemthing to do with Flanna. He came out of the shadows, slowly, and cautiously, he didn't want this man's rage directed towards him.
"Excuse me, sir."
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Post by razor on Aug 16, 2006 13:37:53 GMT -5
"What?!" Razor snapped, spinning on the police officer. Whatever normal calm was in his eyes fled then. He hated adults, hated Police Officer's most of all, because they had been the ones to lock him and his brother up. A sneer on his face, his hand slid into his pocket, discreetly, out of sight...a normal reaction.
"There something i can help you with?" His very voice dripped venom.
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Post by scaper on Aug 16, 2006 13:42:00 GMT -5
"Actually there is, I'm Officer Carter. I heard you mention the name Flanna, I'd like to talk to her, do you know where she is?" He put on his cop attitude, everything he had, at the moment was all police officer.
He saw the man's hand go into his pocket, so Carter rested his on his nightstick, he'd be ready if he needed to.
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Post by razor on Aug 16, 2006 13:47:13 GMT -5
Razor's eyes narrowed, "No, and you stay the hell away from her. The last thing we need is a bull around." He spat the word, anger in his voice. "Besides, i dont help out our wonderful, distinguished law, but if there's anything else i can help you with...a prepared suicide perhaps? No, well then i guess ill just be on my way."
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Post by scaper on Aug 16, 2006 13:50:29 GMT -5
"Hey boy-o, you know Flanna, and I could use her help. What do you have against cops anyway?" If he talked to Flanna he might be able to find out where they were keeping Arianette. When the boy didn't turn around, he mumbled under his breath, " I sure hope Red's having better luck."
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Post by razor on Aug 16, 2006 13:55:10 GMT -5
Razor had no intention of even pausing in his walking away, until he heard the name 'Red.' Stopping, he turned a little, looking over his shoulder. "Red?" He asked, eyebrow raised. Red as in, his ex-leader? That Red?
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Post by scaper on Aug 16, 2006 13:59:00 GMT -5
"Yeah," he had the boys attention now, "Red Russiani, he used to run the Newsies here in Brooklyn." Now if this kid knew Red, he could use that as an advantage to get what he needed about Flanna.
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Post by razor on Aug 16, 2006 14:04:48 GMT -5
Razor's eyes narrowed again, calulating, direct, sharp as a predators. "You want me to tell you where Flanna is? Den you have ta answer a question foah me." Turning to face the other, both hands were in his pockets. "What's Red's real name?"
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Post by scaper on Aug 16, 2006 14:06:44 GMT -5
So this was a test, eh?
"His names Collin." Now he was getting somewhere.
"And who might you be?"
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