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Beds
Jun 7, 2006 2:38:24 GMT -5
Post by Prince on Jun 7, 2006 2:38:24 GMT -5
The Queens newsies have a large bedroom with rows and rows of beds, not bunks. They've even got a big sofa in here!
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Beds
Jun 30, 2006 16:36:58 GMT -5
Post by squeak on Jun 30, 2006 16:36:58 GMT -5
Empty. Squeak listened to the dull thud of her shoes against wood floor, a comforting sound in the otherwise silent room, as she slowly entered the place she would be sleeping every night from now until whenever. Finding a bed at the far end, and hoping it was as yet unclaimed, she set her bag on the ground and let herself sink into the mattress with a satisfying creak of springs. Tucking her knees up beneath her chin, she stared in the direction of the doorway with faraway eyes, pausing in her reveries only to give the occasional sniff and rub at a stubborn smudge of dirt on the bridge of her nose.
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Beds
Jun 30, 2006 18:33:38 GMT -5
Post by Prince on Jun 30, 2006 18:33:38 GMT -5
Prince came up the stairs in a rather good mood for the day. Whisteling one of Medda's song she entered the room, and didn't see the new girl. She walked over to her bed, and started looking for something. The song slowed and her whistle became low and a little amazed as she looked in a truck where she kept her things. "Geeze, it's a mess," she said in her higher voice. She sounded like a girl, but looked like a boy... typical for her. "AHA!" she said as she pulled out a book. She closed her trunk, and then saw Squeak. She jumped and gasped at the sudden appearence of the girl. "Warn a newsie b'fore ya jus sit dere quite like dat geeze..." she said putting a hand to her heart.
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Beds
Jun 30, 2006 18:47:26 GMT -5
Post by squeak on Jun 30, 2006 18:47:26 GMT -5
At Prince's gasp, Squeak herself let out a rather startled -- well, squeak -- and clapped her hands over her face.
"Warn a newsie b'fore ya jus sit dere quite like dat geeze..." she said putting a hand to her heart.
"Sorry," Squeak said quietly, slowly lowering her hands so she could grip the bedsheets. "But if I warned ya, den I wouldn' be all quietlike no more, would I?"
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Beds
Jun 30, 2006 19:05:22 GMT -5
Post by Prince on Jun 30, 2006 19:05:22 GMT -5
"Guess ya right," Prince said laughing a little. "Hey... I dun think I seen you'se round here b'fore. Must be new." Prince walked over to the girl, and spit in her hand. "Name's Prince," she siad with a smile, and offered her hand to the girl.
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Beds
Jun 30, 2006 19:48:52 GMT -5
Post by squeak on Jun 30, 2006 19:48:52 GMT -5
She eyed the hand warily, before taking it in her own. "Yea, 'm new...nice t'meetcha."
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Beds
Jun 30, 2006 20:35:13 GMT -5
Post by Prince on Jun 30, 2006 20:35:13 GMT -5
"You gotta name or... do ya jus want me ta call ya 'new?'" she asked with a smile. She hoped the girl could take a joke, or she'd be in trouble.
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Beds
Jun 30, 2006 20:47:39 GMT -5
Post by squeak on Jun 30, 2006 20:47:39 GMT -5
The corners of Squeak's mouth turned up, and she wrinkled her nose. "'Course not! I comes from my mum as Diana, but folks on da street -- dey call me Squeak."
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Beds
Jun 30, 2006 21:54:17 GMT -5
Post by Prince on Jun 30, 2006 21:54:17 GMT -5
"Well... pleased ta metcha Squeak," she said with a grin. "I take it ya stayin' here... gonna be a newsie an' all that," she said as she took her hat off and let her hair fall down around her shoulders. "I hope ya like it," she said. "If ya need anythin' jus ask me. I'm... sorta in charge 'round heah."
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Beds
Jun 30, 2006 22:15:32 GMT -5
Post by squeak on Jun 30, 2006 22:15:32 GMT -5
"Thanks," Squeak replied, shyly. She tugged her own hat a little further over her forehead. "Is it tough, ya think? Bein' a newsie?"
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Beds
Jul 1, 2006 0:08:04 GMT -5
Post by Prince on Jul 1, 2006 0:08:04 GMT -5
"Well... I been doin' it a while," she said with a smirk. "So, I'm a bit biased, but othah then that, nah I dun think it's dat hard. Jus... improve da truth a bit... make the story a bit more interestin', sells bettah," she said giving the girl advice.
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Beds
Jul 25, 2006 12:25:25 GMT -5
Post by Blaize Ackman on Jul 25, 2006 12:25:25 GMT -5
Blaize came in and literally fell into his bed, face into the pillow. There was nothing for him to do, and Peem had been rather reclusive as of late. There was no one around, especially in Brooklyn or even in some of the other burroughs, who would give the British kid a chance. Didn't they know he didn't have a hand in what ever had been done to them by his ancestors? It was like he was being punished for something he didn't do.
He hated it. Simply hated it.
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Beds
Jul 25, 2006 22:04:45 GMT -5
Post by peem on Jul 25, 2006 22:04:45 GMT -5
Peem had climbed up the fireescape carefully and quietly, balancing a large plate with a cover on it on one hand as he opened the window and slipped in.
Seeing Blaize face down on the pillow, he smirked, and poked him in the back of the head. "Oy...ya wee bairn. Ain't no time to sleep!"
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Beds
Jul 25, 2006 22:09:25 GMT -5
Post by Blaize Ackman on Jul 25, 2006 22:09:25 GMT -5
Eyes opened against the pillow, Blaize pushed himself to a sitting position, a grin on his face. "Hey." He greeted, "What are you doing here?" He sat up, crosslegged, patting the area next to him on the bed.
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Beds
Jul 25, 2006 22:11:30 GMT -5
Post by peem on Jul 25, 2006 22:11:30 GMT -5
Peem smirked and sat down, placing the plate in Blaize's lap, the sweet smells wafting up from under the cover. "Well...I haven't been around much. So me mum and I...thought we would make something to show we'd been thinkin' o' ya."
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