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Post by Administrator on Apr 23, 2006 14:47:09 GMT -5
Stand along the fence to get a real close view of the race!
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Post by Sweets on May 1, 2006 14:59:26 GMT -5
Sweets wandered along the edge of the track, watching the horses race by and weaving through the men that were shouting at the railing in satisfaction or rage. Finding a small opening between them, she squeezed through and climbed up, leaning her arms over the edge of the white railing.
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Post by dazzle on May 8, 2006 18:23:05 GMT -5
What was Dazzle supposed to do when she didn't know anyone except Prince of course. She didn't know where to go but she did hear a couple of the Queens Newsies say something about the tracks. Since she didn't have any money she had to walk around the outside. Though she didn't really care about the race, but she did enjoy the day. The wind was blowing and the sun was out so it was nice to be outside.
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Post by Sweets on May 9, 2006 18:24:20 GMT -5
Sweets noticed a girl about her age wandering around the tracks. Getting down from the railing, she wandered over to her casually. "Hiya, um, I'm Sweets." She wasn't really sure why she was randomly introducing herself, but with all the old men around, it was just nice to see another female.
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Post by dazzle on May 9, 2006 22:27:28 GMT -5
"Hey, I'm Dazzle." She replied. She looked the girl up and down and then smiled. The girl looked nice enough and what else could she do?
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Post by Sweets on May 10, 2006 14:41:03 GMT -5
"so," Sweets began, feeling slightly awkward, "You from around heah?"
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Post by dazzle on May 11, 2006 11:01:04 GMT -5
"Well, I'm livin' in Queens now, but I came up from Ralston, Virginia. You from around heah?" Dazzle asked as she stopped to look at Sweets.
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Post by Sweets on May 11, 2006 17:50:44 GMT -5
"Virginia huh?" she asked, slightly impressed. "Yea, I'm from 'hattan, but Queens is da closest place with a track, ya know? Just wanted ta check it out." She glanced at the track as a group of horses sped by then turned back to Dazzle. "So," she looked the girl up and down, "You a newsie?"
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Post by dazzle on May 12, 2006 9:55:09 GMT -5
"Well, I am now if dats what ya mean. Haven't always been though." Dazzle said with a little smile. "Ya a newsie? Or just wanderin' around heah?"
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Post by Sweets on May 18, 2006 18:32:46 GMT -5
She grinned. "Yea, I sell papes too." Now that she knew this girl was a newsie, it opened the door for more interesting conversation, such as a hot topic among newises lately. "So... this borough war. Weird huh?"
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Post by dazzle on May 18, 2006 18:38:13 GMT -5
"Yeah. I haven't really talked to many people cause everyone's either sellin' or tryin' ta talk ta Prince. Haven't really seen her around lately, but wit all da War stuff I guess she's been busy just like every one else." Dazzle smiled at Sweets. "What do ya think of it all?"
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Post by Sweets on May 21, 2006 11:53:09 GMT -5
She shrugged, leaning against the fence. "Well, I aint real shore why it's happenin', but Jack's da leadah, I trust his judgment on things o' this sort, ya know?"
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Post by dazzle on May 21, 2006 19:41:34 GMT -5
"I just hope we don't get hoit to bad in da process of tryin' ta keep whateveh it is de think we need ta fight foh. I mean I trust and like Prince but I've heard some pretty true stuff. And for anudder thing some of dem otheh newsies ain't half bad," said Dazzle.
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Post by mimic on Jul 21, 2006 21:04:00 GMT -5
[New Day]
Mimic grinned as he weaved his way through the crowd, a pile of about twenty papers tucked securely under his arm. He usually didn't come to the Aqueduct; while there was a lot of people, it was hard to sell papes with everyone distracted. Usually, he'd go only once a week, a treat for making it through the tough week. Today was no different.
The eight-year-old squeezed over to the railing, finding a gap between two cheering men. His hazel eyes watched with wonder as the horses shot out of the gates. He didn't bet; he knew from somewhere that gambling was a bad habit. All he came here for was to watch the horses race, often dreaming of someday being a jockey himself. And it was always fun to mimic the announcer's quick voice as he chanted out the horse's names.
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Post by flick on Oct 9, 2006 20:13:55 GMT -5
***New Day***
Flick walked up to the fence to watch the race, cheering along with everyone else. He didn't have a preference for any horse, he just wanted to watch a good race. Lately the races haven't been very close. A horse always broke away and left the rest of the horses eating its dust. It looked like this race was going to be the same. He backed away from the fence shaking his head and started walking again.
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