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Apr 23, 2006 14:51:20 GMT -5
Post by Administrator on Apr 23, 2006 14:51:20 GMT -5
Dirty and dreary, this is not a place a newsie wants to be. Is anyone coming for ya?
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Nov 5, 2006 20:46:33 GMT -5
Post by moore on Nov 5, 2006 20:46:33 GMT -5
Moore walked in to the bedroom, eyeing the dusty looking bed in the corner. 'Well, not the most inviting place in New York,' she thought. But it wasn't like she WANTED to be here.It's just, that's what her mother told her to do. She said that if Moore ever got lost, the first thing she was to do was to go here. Maybe then she could get help. But this place seemed deserted. She had walked around the entire building, without a soul in sight. She was going to ask if she could stay here, but there was no one to ask. So she put her stuff down next to the bed in the corner, layed down, and drifted of to sleep.
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Nov 5, 2006 20:51:04 GMT -5
Post by paintbrush on Nov 5, 2006 20:51:04 GMT -5
Eleanor had been walking around Queens, giving herself a bit of a self-guided tour. She entered the deserted orphanage, curious because the door was slightly ajar. Walking into the bedroom, she noticed the girl in the bed. "Hey, hey, kid, wake up!" She tapped the girl's shoulder, concerned. After all, the girl was only a teenager, and maybe it was just maternal instinct kicking in but she wanted to help the girl.
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Nov 5, 2006 20:53:38 GMT -5
Post by moore on Nov 5, 2006 20:53:38 GMT -5
Moore jerked awake. "Huh, wha?" she asked, half-asleep.Then she remembered how she got here, and who she was looking for. She noticed the lady who woke her up. She wasn't who she wanted to see, but she was better than no one, and she looked pretty nice. "Um, hi," Moore started, "I'm Moore Johnson. Do you know where I am?" Moore was a little out of it right now.
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Nov 5, 2006 20:56:40 GMT -5
Post by paintbrush on Nov 5, 2006 20:56:40 GMT -5
Eleanor smiled slightly. "Moore? Interesting. I'm Eleanor, but folks mostly call me Paintbrush. You can call me whatever you please, honey. Now, you got any family around here?" She genuinely wanted to help Moore, but wondered if the girl would even accept her assistance.
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Nov 5, 2006 20:59:40 GMT -5
Post by moore on Nov 5, 2006 20:59:40 GMT -5
Moore thought hard. Family, family... "Oh!" Moore remembered, "Um, I think my family's in Canada, but I'm not sure. I just left my foster family, looking for a job, but I can't find any good ones. I was thinking about becoming a newsie," Moore hoped she wasn't talking too much. She didn't want to bore her.
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Nov 5, 2006 21:04:36 GMT -5
Post by paintbrush on Nov 5, 2006 21:04:36 GMT -5
Eleanor thought hard. "Well, a newsie, huh? They're not a bad crowd to know. You can see about joining up tomorrow, but for now why don't you come with me to Brooklyn? I'll bring you back here to Queens tomorrow and you can see the leader. Prince, I think they call her." She absentmindedly brushed a strand of wavy brown hair out of her eyes and smiled again.
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Nov 5, 2006 21:07:24 GMT -5
Post by moore on Nov 5, 2006 21:07:24 GMT -5
Moore grinned. "That'd be nice," she agreed. No one had been that nice to Moore in about 8 years; her foster family wasn't exactly the friendliest group of people. She got up and started to fix up the bed, so it didn't like any had been there.
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Nov 5, 2006 21:09:41 GMT -5
Post by paintbrush on Nov 5, 2006 21:09:41 GMT -5
"Well, honey, to Brooklyn it is!" She wasn't sure why she kept calling Moore 'honey', but it felt like the normal thing to do. "We have a bit of a walk, so let's hurry. I still have to feed my kitten before it gets any later!" She mentioned the kitten only because she thought it might interest Moore.
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Nov 5, 2006 21:12:53 GMT -5
Post by moore on Nov 5, 2006 21:12:53 GMT -5
Moore's eyes lit up. "You have a kitten?" she asked, delightedly. Moore loved kittens; any type of cat was great. They had always been her mother's favorite animal, and they had at least ten cats at her house, always. Moore perked up. "Well, what are we waitin' for? To Brooklyn!" and Moore grabbed her bags. She smiled.
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Nov 5, 2006 21:15:08 GMT -5
Post by paintbrush on Nov 5, 2006 21:15:08 GMT -5
Eleanor laughed, leading the way. "Yes, I do, his name's Curtis and he's a silver tabby. He might try to escape the apartment when we get there, so you'll have to run in." She helped Moore with her bags, smiling gently and glad to have met the girl. It gave her life some purpose to help others.
(King's Highway, then.)
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Dec 22, 2006 18:59:45 GMT -5
Post by angel on Dec 22, 2006 18:59:45 GMT -5
~New~
Angel walked into the dingy bedroom and threw her stuff on one of the beds. She looked under her bed and grabbed a small rectangular block of wood. Flipping back over on her matress she felt under her pillow, sighing when she felt nothing there. One of the other girls must've taken her knife again. She dug into her bag and pulled another one out. She laid on her back and began carving.
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Dec 22, 2006 20:43:57 GMT -5
Post by jester on Dec 22, 2006 20:43:57 GMT -5
Jester poked her head over the side of teh bunk when she heard someoen moving around down there. "Hello.."She said, "Whatcha doin?"
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Dec 22, 2006 22:12:24 GMT -5
Post by angel on Dec 22, 2006 22:12:24 GMT -5
"Ca'vin," Angel answered without lookin up. "What the hells it look like." She wasn't tryin to be rude. Actually to her she wasn't bein rude. she was simply answerin the girls question.
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Dec 22, 2006 22:23:56 GMT -5
Post by jester on Dec 22, 2006 22:23:56 GMT -5
Jester shrugged. "Eh.. just asking never know"She said and pushed her hair back behind her holding it. It was so long it kept gettign int he way. She reached her other hand down. "Jester..."She grinned. "You?"
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