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Post by polly on Dec 1, 2006 15:29:28 GMT -5
Polly examined the now rather swollen foot. He would not be walking very well, she knew, but she also needed to leave and get her papers. It was then that Polly noticed her damp, ruined ones below. Would she have enough money to buy a decent amount of paper? She probably couldn't afford more than forty and still have enough money for some food. You need to have money to make money.
Polly decided to take the initiative.
"So are you walking or not?"
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Post by Lukas Berg on Dec 2, 2006 12:29:30 GMT -5
He watched her examine his foot. It was obviously swelling however the high boot was probably the only thing keeping it from getting much worse. "What?" Lukas stared at her. Her directness was a new and again took her a bit by surprise. "Walk where?" He questioned, glancing at his foot. "I might hobble..."
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Post by polly on Dec 2, 2006 13:59:51 GMT -5
"That depends," Polly looked back at him. Once again, she wasn't eager to look into his eyes, but what she was saying was still quite forward. She continued, "on where you're going to go."
Would he hobble somewhere to rest, or would he go and sell some papers? She wished it had never happened, that she could just leave and make some money. Still, now Lukas was, in a way, he responsibility. Her conscience wouldn't allow her to just leave him now.
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Post by Lukas Berg on Dec 4, 2006 0:24:59 GMT -5
Lukas' eyes met her face again. "Well I was on me way home when you tried to sell me a pape.." He chuckled a bit still amused at the way he ran into her in spite of his achy ankle. He took a deep breath and his mind snapped back to the present situation.
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Post by polly on Dec 4, 2006 8:33:52 GMT -5
Polly wondered for a moment about why he wouldn't be staying to sell the afternoon edition, but shrugged it off. She took his statement as a request to go home, the word request being used quite lightly. She took one last look at his ankle. Yeah, it was pretty bad.
"Just tell me which way to walk," she stated, and began to do the least lady like thing she had done since she was first thrown onto the streets. She stood up and reached her arm under his and behind his back, then waited for him to begin standing up.
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Post by Lukas Berg on Dec 4, 2006 11:59:34 GMT -5
Lukas lifted his body up, using Polly as a support. He stood on his good ankle, his arm wrapped around her shoulders. It was an awkward position for him - the only time he really made contact with a girl was when he was getting slapped across the face or something similar. He put weight on the bad ankle, just to test it, and let out a whimper. It hurt so he was glad Polly would be helping walk around.
He turned to face her and got an innocent grin. "To the Bronx..." Granted they were at the north end of the Island the trek to the lodging house was still a few miles. A distance which would feel ten times longer with a whiny gimp.
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Post by polly on Dec 4, 2006 16:49:20 GMT -5
Polly was glad that Lukas had chosen to place his hand on her shoulders rather than her waist. She had to admit, she had never stood so close to anyone, much less a boy. She smiled back at him appreciatively and turned towards the Bronx. Trying to walk as steadily as possible she carried as much of his weight as her frail body would allow.
((To the Bronx?))
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Post by Lukas Berg on Dec 5, 2006 2:41:22 GMT -5
Lukas leaned on Polly more than he probably needed to, and overly babied his injured foot. He yelped and whimpered every once and awhile over doing the situation and being a little wuss about it all. He was, however, incredibly thankful to have Polly help carry his weight though he was too ignorant to ever outwardly thank her. He made sure to give her some instruction so they could make it home as quickly as possible.
((sounds good. I'll follow your lead))
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Post by gollymclean on Jan 4, 2007 16:31:32 GMT -5
((New Day))
"HOLD STILL!" Golly yelled as he fumbled with a young boy, trying to get his wrist secured with the handcuffs. The boy whined and wriggled around some more getting one hand free. "BOY I'M WARNIN' YO--" Golly was shocked into silence when a blackjack cracked down on the kids shoulder from behind him. The boy went limp in Golly's arms.
Golly spun his head around coming face to face with another burly cop looking rather irritated. "Mclean" his voice was scratchy, "ya best be doing your job and using the tools we give you - not please and thank yous" He poked Golly's own club that hung limply from his belt. "Now that I've done 'alf the job for ya, maybe you can get this criminal to the refuge on your own seeing as how he not in the position to be movin' anymore.."
Golly shoulders sank and he gave a quiet, "Yes sir.." The other cop laughed and turned back into the crowd. Golly cursed and finished cuffing the limp boy. He struggled to get the kids body in an easier position to carry, or drag since he was out cold. Top top it off it started to snow.
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Post by Sweets on Jan 4, 2007 17:10:18 GMT -5
Sweets trudged through the cold city, attempting to sell papers to the freezing public. Hearing shouting she craned her neck, making her way through the crowd.
Finally getting through the masses she stopped short, squinting her eyes. "McLean?" Her gaze went between the officer and the limp boy in his arms. She took a few steps back, a look of horror on her face. "What have you done?"
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Post by gollymclean on Jan 4, 2007 17:31:15 GMT -5
Golly stopped and stared blankly back at Sweets. Obviously the situation didn't look good..actually to her it was probably one of worst scenes possible with law enforcement. A cop carrying a kid that looked dead..in handcuffs at that. His eyes slowly saddened and he took a step toward Sweets, she was one of the few newsies that had seemed to have a little faith in him and that was something he cherished and did not want to loose.
"Sweets, It's not what ya think" Yeah thats convincing, he thought, "I didn't do anythin' to him! Jus' taking him to the refuge..."He cursed, really there was no way to explain it quickly without it sounding bad to her.
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Post by Sweets on Jan 4, 2007 17:46:20 GMT -5
She shook her head, taking another step back as he took one toward her. "I can't believe . . " She took another glance at the boy, frowning at his small hands locked together. "I. . . I trusted you!"
She'd actually believed he was different, that maybe he wasn't just like all the others. Stupid of her to be so naive.
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Post by gollymclean on Jan 4, 2007 19:40:50 GMT -5
"Wait!" Golly shifted the boy in his arms, struggling with the dead weight. "Just wait! There ain't any reason for you not to trust me!" His voice escalated into a distressed yelled and he stopped to calm himself staring at her hard. The snow was getting thicker covering the poor boy's face. "I gotta get this kid to the refuge.." He talked slowly in attempts to stay calm, "Its too cold - but I need to explain all this too you.."
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Post by Sweets on Jan 4, 2007 22:41:34 GMT -5
"Explain?" she asked, her voice broken and uneven. "Explain what? Why you got a boy no more n' ten in cuffs an' unconscious!? I don' wanna hear it!"
She turned to leave but stopped, turning back around to face him. She stomped her way over to him, glaring all the while, and attempted to grab the boy from his arms. "You take these off him! He's not goin' to the refuge!" She stopped for just long enough to realize a crowd had gathered, gawking at the scene. Just over them she spotted another much rougher looking cop gazing in their direction. Her eyes returned to the officer's in front of her, a glint of desperation in them. From the look of things she just might be spending some time in the refuge too, and with no Cowboy around anymore to break her out, it was scarier a thought than ever before.
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Post by gollymclean on Jan 5, 2007 0:46:25 GMT -5
"Calm down!" He pleaded with her as she grabbed at the boy. Again he changed the way he was holding the body so he could get one hand free to get at Sweets with. Golly too noticed the growing number of on lookers, people curious probably to why he was carrying a boy who looked dead and was being yelled at by another young girl. A great piece of entertainment for them anyways.
Thats when his eyes locked on his superior pushing his way back over to Golly. The Sergent was gripping his nightstick already, and glaring out from under his bushy red eyebrows. Golly looked back at Sweets and with his newly freed hand roughly grabbed her by the arm and started to drag her away from the fruit stand.
"Jus' shut up!" He yelled so others could hear, then added in a much lower tone, "or yer gonna find yerself in the same cell as 'im!"
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admin loves me - but then again who doesn't ? *cocky Lukas smile*
