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Post by emmanuelle on Aug 17, 2006 20:51:46 GMT -5
Emmanuelle walked along the streets of Queens with no place to really go. She noticed the lodging house, but didn't go inside. Instead she sat on the steps in the dark.
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Post by coop on Aug 17, 2006 20:52:23 GMT -5
Coop raced through the Bronx headed toward Queens, taking only the back ways. He hoped she would still be there. He had gotten mid-town before he became tired. He bent over trying to catch his breath. When he looked up, he noticed a small figure sitting on the stoop to the Queens lodging house. As he got closer, he noticed it was Emmanuelle.
"Emmanuelle..." he breathed, approaching the stairs.
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Post by emmanuelle on Aug 17, 2006 21:09:26 GMT -5
She quickly turned her head toward Coop, sighing with relief when realized it was him.
"What're you doing here?"
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Post by coop on Aug 17, 2006 21:09:54 GMT -5
He sat down on the stoop beside her.
"Lookin' for you. I need to ask you a couple things."
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Post by emmanuelle on Aug 17, 2006 21:10:27 GMT -5
Emmanuelle looked at him strangely, yet dreamingly. The way the moonlight lit his face...She shook her head, removing the thoughts from her mind. "About what."
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Post by coop on Aug 17, 2006 21:11:09 GMT -5
Coop grabbed her hand, looking around him.
"Not here. We have to go somewhere else. Follow me."
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Post by emmanuelle on Aug 19, 2006 8:12:38 GMT -5
Emmanuelle walked with Coop up the stairs to the Queens lodging house. She turned to him before walking inside. "Take care a' yourself." She walked inside, closing the door behind her.
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Post by coop on Aug 19, 2006 8:13:42 GMT -5
Coop nodded and waited for the door to be completely shut. As he was about to turn away the moon shon on a piece of paper on the door.
Attention Newsies!
Are you tired of not having enough money to feed yourselves? Work not giving you enough variety in your routine? Always having to sew up the holes in your socks and shirts instead of buying new ones?
Come to our headquarts on Myrtle Avenue and see how you can finally put that behind you.
Talk to Nicholas Goodwell for more details.
Well, he wasn't a Newsie, but he could always use the extra money. Escpecially since he couldn't go to Brooklyn to work at the docks. Atleast for a little while.
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Post by Jennifer Brooks on Sept 4, 2006 9:52:42 GMT -5
(New Day)
Jennifer sighed as she looked up at the lodging house. Scuffing her shoe a little on the porch, she bit her lip. Well, there was only one way to get this over and done with. Opening the door, she poked her head in. "Hello?"
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Post by denim on Sept 23, 2006 18:18:00 GMT -5
NEW DAY)))
Denim sat outside on the front stoop with a little brown and white cat in her hands. She had found him, hurt, down the alley, so she brought him back and was now bandaging his paw that seem to have a cut on it. "Its ok kitty. Ill get you all fixed up."She smiled as she pet it soothing.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Sept 23, 2006 19:01:16 GMT -5
Lucky walked out, and ran her hand threw her hair, she still hadn't gone to get her hat. But the smells of cooking always destracted her. Or the opportunity to play cards. She looked down at the kitten and her eyes fell on the girl holding the kitten. "It's cute, and half dead." She dropped to the stoop beside her and touched the kitten's ear. "Where'd ya find it?"
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Post by denim on Sept 23, 2006 19:11:30 GMT -5
Denim looked up at the girl and frowned slightly. "Dont say that. Hes not half dead if anything hes half alive."She smiled looking back down at the cat. Denim always looked to the brighter side of things. "I found him down the alley down the street."She said. "Poor guy, must 'ave gotten in a fight with another cat or...dog."she said. "Im Denim."She smiled moving one of her hands out from under the cat to hold out to Lucky.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Sept 23, 2006 19:16:56 GMT -5
Lucky rubbed the cat's ears, her expression softened lightly as she pet his fur. She'd always liked animals and had never owned a pet. There was never any room of money to keep them fed. "Lucky," she said not taking her hand. "Poor kid. He's a fighter, that's for sure.."
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Post by denim on Sept 23, 2006 19:22:06 GMT -5
When she didnt take her hand Denim shrugged and went back to petting the kitten. "Yeah he is."She smiled. "So you live here?"she asked. "I dont think Ive seen you before."she said.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Sept 23, 2006 19:26:57 GMT -5
Lucky looked over her shoulder at the lodging house and shrugged. "I do now. I'm not fond of sleepin' in da street.." she finally looked at the girl, her expression didn't change as she got to her feet. ".. it's nice ta meet ya, keep 'im outta da cold. I gotta go get my hat from a gypsy.." and with that she was gone.
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