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Post by Administrator on Jun 17, 2006 0:27:42 GMT -5
"Go west young man."
Bored? The statue is a great place for some fun, or even a nap! Also a great place to meet new friends.
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Post by fancy on Jun 18, 2006 20:48:26 GMT -5
Fancy swung her legs off the side of the statue. She lay back and stared up at the moving clouds. Finally some quiet time, to just... think. She placed a hand gently on her stomach and gazed at the sparkling ring. wow... she mused silently. She was in a state of complete and total ecstasy...
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Post by Sweets on Jun 19, 2006 15:27:11 GMT -5
Sweets walked past the statue, finally done selling the morning edition. Doing a double take she saw a girl was lying across it. Curious, she quietly walked over, surprised when she didn't recognize the obvious newsie. "Hey, uh, you from around heah?" she asked, quietly, unsure whether the figure was asleep.
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Post by fancy on Jun 19, 2006 17:33:26 GMT -5
Fancy looked up and then down at Sweets. "Oh.. um.. Hiya!" she swung herself off of the statue and down to the ground infront of Sweets. "Sorry... " she smiled. "I'm Fancy... I'm a bronx newsie...." she offered the spit shake, something she rarely ever did anymore.
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Post by Skittery on Jul 29, 2006 11:14:08 GMT -5
((NEW DAY))
Skittery perched himself up on the statue's pedestal. He was too big to sit in its lap anymore, the metal lumps being more of a pain than a comfort. He reclined on the cement, the statue casting a nice shadow over his face and a stack of newspapers as a pillow. A cigarette was bobbing between his lips, the smoke curling up into the arms of good old Horace Greeley. It was time to sell but he didn't feel like it. He only made it as far as the statue before he decided to "rest" for awhile. Everyone and everything was irritating him and he just wanted to drift off someplace else, for awhile anyways, because that too would eventually irritate him too.
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Post by tumbler on Aug 14, 2006 17:12:28 GMT -5
Tumbler didn't like selling alone. Usually he'd run off and sell with Snipeshooter - even Slider if he was quiet. But by the time he got his papers from the Center (he had woken up late that day) both of those boys were gone. So he followed Jack, staying at least half a block away so Jack wouldn't notice. He eventually lost track of Jack, and tried to sell in a direction toward the Lodging House.
His size had always helped him sell papers, and his disappointement sold more. So, by the time he had seen Skittery sitting on the statue, he was almost ready for the Evening Edition.
"Skittery!" he called, nearly dropping the papers that were too big for him as he ran to the statue. He stopped and stared at the words on the side.
"Horace Greeley. 'Go West Young Man.' Specs taught me that....you hear that? Specs taught me how to read the statue!" he yelled up to the boy, eyes shining.
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Post by slick on Aug 14, 2006 20:00:45 GMT -5
Slick was just roming New York and decided to stop in hatty'. She loved this statue and heard Horace Greeley was a nice man but she didn't like the quote. Sure the west might be a nice place but New York, New York was a place full of excitement, which she loved. She did a little frown twards the statue.
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Post by Skittery on Sept 26, 2006 15:47:21 GMT -5
((NEW DAY))
(resposting the same thing since thats when i disapeared and i'm stumped on something else...*shrug)
Skittery perched himself up on the statue's pedestal. He was too big to sit in its lap anymore, the metal lumps being more of a pain than a comfort. He reclined on the cement, the statue casting a nice shadow over his face and a stack of newspapers as a pillow. A cigarette was bobbing between his lips, the smoke curling up into the arms of good old Horace Greeley. It was time to sell but he didn't feel like it. He only made it as far as the statue before he decided to "rest" for awhile. Everyone and everything was irritating him and he just wanted to drift off someplace else, for awhile anyways, because that too would eventually irritate him too.
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Post by hawkeye on Sept 27, 2006 20:25:41 GMT -5
"Well don't look so happy to be here," Hawkeye arched an eyebrow, her usual smirk on her lips. She was leaning against a nearby tree, now watching the figure resting on the statue. He looked less than pleased, and she couldn't quite bring herself to resist commenting.
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Post by Skittery on Sept 27, 2006 20:32:58 GMT -5
Skittery turned his head and caught sight of her. He pulled the cigarette from his lips and tapped it on the edge of the cement. " Thanks for noticin'.." He said emphasizing the sarcasm in his voice and replacing the smoke. He turned away and tried to ignore her but could shake the feeling of someone watching him so he looked back and sighed as he sat up. "If i give ya somethin, how bout half my papes will ya go away?"
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Post by hawkeye on Sept 27, 2006 20:40:32 GMT -5
Hawkeye's smirk grew a bit wider. Not in a menacing way, in a... not menacing way, "Doubtful, but you can try if you'd like," She pushed herself off the tree and headed toward the statue, "So you're a real Mr. Sunshine person, ain't ya?" She leaned her elbows at Mr. Greeley's feet, her chin resting on her hands, "What's ya name?"
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Post by Skittery on Sept 27, 2006 20:51:51 GMT -5
"The brightest." He said and resituated his legs so they hung off the edge. His hint to go away seemed like it had been more of an invatation to her - girls. He puffed a few more times and looked her over a bit. She was from the lodging house. "Skittery. An' I know who you are - at least ya live with me. I jus' don't always keep up with the flow of borders." It was truthful enough, he had his friends and then there was everyone else in the LH, why bother paying attention to them?
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Post by hawkeye on Sept 27, 2006 21:02:18 GMT -5
"How nice of you to notice," she said, coating the phrase with sarcasm. She turned around and pulled herself onto the statue, most likely to the dismay of this Skittery. He hadn't asked for her name, so she didn't bother to introduce herself. Instead, she mused, "Skittery? Why Skittery? Will ya jump if I yell "Boo" or somethin'?" She'd been expecting something either very bitter sounding or something very ironic. Not Skittery, she wouldn't have even categorized that as a possibility.
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Post by Skittery on Sept 28, 2006 14:05:21 GMT -5
He watched her crawl up, cursing in his mind that she was going to stay longer. Rather than complain he puffed smoke in her direction as a way to hopefully make her keep her distance.
As she mused about his name he caught himself smiling and quickly wiped it away with on hand and repositioned his lip back to its negitive little curl. "I was a jumpy horse in a past life..." he muttered. It was the closest thing to an explanation he was going to give her. HIs name was dumb, better than some like Pie Eater, Spot and Boots, but non the less is was dumb and made him feel dumb when people actually knew what it ment. "I'm sure yours aint better - prolly somethin' about bein' nosey. Snoop, Rubberneck..."
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Post by Jack Kelly on Sept 28, 2006 16:02:42 GMT -5
Jack Kelly walked towards the distribution center, but decided to take a detour when he saw Hawkeye and Skittery talking. He hadn't seen either in a while, and he wanted to make sure all his kids were okay.
Pushing the cowboy hat off his head, he smirked. "Heya kiddos!"
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thanks admin!