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Post by fame on Dec 3, 2006 16:47:09 GMT -5
"Ireland." She said with a grin. "But more recently Brooklyn, then Chicago, and now Queens." She said, winking. "What burrough are youse a part of?"
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Post by cards on Dec 4, 2006 12:58:16 GMT -5
Cards nodded. "You'se came a long way." She reajusted the few papers she was holding. "I'm curren'ly takin' up space in Brooklyn."
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Post by fame on Dec 4, 2006 17:01:33 GMT -5
Fame smiled a bit at the girl, nodding. "Yeah, I move around a lot. Spot Conlon still de leadah down in Brooklyn?" She asked the girl, glancing down at the papers she had herself hopelessly.
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Post by cards on Dec 5, 2006 12:48:25 GMT -5
Cards smirked. "Yeah, Conlon's still da leadah. Makes t'ings interestin', anyway." she shrugged. "He's alright. He belives in 'is kids."
It was as simple as that. Spot believed in his kids and that had gained Card's respect.
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Post by fame on Dec 6, 2006 21:40:55 GMT -5
Fame nodded. She'd heard that before, and believed it. She didn't know him personally, she'd had friends who were friends of his, maybe met him a few times, but not much more then that.
"Dats good... he's a good leadah, " she said then looked up to see someone waiting to buy a paper. Well, that was lucky. She handed him his paper and he gave her his money, and a little extra. She smirked, "Well, would ya look at dat... didnt even have ta do nothin." She said. "S' me lucky day."
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Post by cards on Dec 7, 2006 11:58:11 GMT -5
Cards snorted. "Wish it was me lucky day. I's still ain't got dis whole sellin' papahs business down yet. 'S harder den it looks."
Not that she was complaining or anything. Cards thrived on challenges, but sometimes, even she had to admit it was frustrating.
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Post by fame on Dec 10, 2006 16:47:07 GMT -5
Fame nodded sympathedically. "Itll come with time, Ise guess. Sometimes youse jest get lucky, like dat. " She said, shrugging. "Ise just wish dat happened more often den it does. Ususally I have teh do somethin unusual teh sell." she said, shrugging.
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Post by cards on Dec 12, 2006 14:53:50 GMT -5
Cards snorted. "I'se hope it comes soonah raddah den latah." she raised an eyebrow. "How unusual? Crazy unusual oah jus' kinda?"
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Post by fame on Dec 13, 2006 23:16:14 GMT -5
"I guess jest kinda unusual. It happens sometimes, but not as often as I'd like." she said, sighing. She leaned against a building wall, sighing. "I hate it when deres nothin but crap in de paper... we's need some new journalists or somethin."
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Post by Anna Maria Amaya on Dec 15, 2006 22:09:31 GMT -5
(New Day)
Shiloh stood on the street corner after work, humming a tune, playing her fiddle. Her case was open at her feet and for at least a moment she was completely happy. It happened that way, music reminded her of home. She tapped her foot and nodded as people dropped change into the case.
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Post by crispin on Dec 16, 2006 17:31:21 GMT -5
Crispin heard the sweet sounds of the fiddle. He looked around and located the player and headed over, he stood a few feet away and to the side. He hadnt heard a fiddle for while not since hed been away from home. He closed his eyes briefly as he let his head fill with the sound of it. After a few moments he opend his eyes and took out some change and walked over dropping it in her case.
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Post by Anna Maria Amaya on Dec 16, 2006 17:35:06 GMT -5
Shiloh gave the guy a grin and tapped her foot again, running the bow across the strings to pick up tempo. She could make a fiddle dance and a fiddle cry, this guy looked like he may need a dance.
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Post by crispin on Dec 16, 2006 18:03:10 GMT -5
He smiled to her givin gher a slight nod as he continued to watch and listen. He really was enjoying this and figured he better listen now in case he doesnt get another chance.
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Post by Anna Maria Amaya on Dec 16, 2006 18:14:26 GMT -5
She started to hum with the tune, letting the music pick up. Shiloh could draw a crowd, she'd always done so back home. Here was no different. This was just spare money, a girl's got to eat after all. She could barely make the boarding house rent with her wages let alone have money for food.
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Post by Dodger Samuels on Dec 20, 2006 21:18:08 GMT -5
Dodger heard the girl playing, a few papers tucked under his arm. He started to tap his foot and leaned down to bow with his papers, using his accent to the best of his advantage. He smiled at the young ladies that past, "Top of the morning to ya." He wiggled his eyebrows and smiled as they bought a paper a piece. He loved days like this, even though the cold wasn't his thing. "Extra.. Extra.. Death toll rises as winter rolls in.." He loved headlines like that.
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