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Post by ambereen on Oct 15, 2006 19:00:16 GMT -5
Blink looked offended. "Now now, we dont lie." He shook his head, "No. We stretch the truth, we weave a story...." Here he paused, and laughed. "You can do like Avalanche, and try and sell something that isnt there... But lie? No."
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Post by moira on Oct 15, 2006 19:01:24 GMT -5
Moira nodded and sat on the edge of the statue. "Well...show me, mr. newsie. Show me how it's done." She smiled and pointed.
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Post by ambereen on Oct 15, 2006 19:15:58 GMT -5
Blink smiled, nodding. "Okay." Flipping through the pages carefully, he finally stopped on one, and after scanning it quickly, he grabbed a paper, flicking it open with the ease of a master, his stack held under one arm, for easy access.
"Westward Expansion collapses! People dying in droves. Record of the dead and dying!"
His voice rang out, over the bustle of the street and the public. At the first words, many anxious people ran up, and a few who were just interested. His 50 papes were reduces to 20 in mere minutes, his pockets jingling. Turning to Moira, he grabbed her arm and slid into an alley, pulling her with him. Time to go.
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Post by moira on Oct 15, 2006 19:21:57 GMT -5
Moira's eyes opened wide. "Why exactly did we go off into the alley--so people read that the 'get' was a strech and come after you?" She peeked out a bit. "...what was the real story?" She smirked. He was good. Hopefully one day she would be, too.
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Post by ambereen on Oct 15, 2006 19:23:45 GMT -5
"Westward Expansion Continues. People leaving in droves." He answered with a small smile, "Page 6." He looked down at his papers, counting them up. Not bad. Another story like that, and he'd be out. "And yah, its not a good thing to be standing there when they find out its not quite what they thought it was."
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Post by moira on Oct 15, 2006 19:32:45 GMT -5
Moira laughed softly. "...I'm horrible at stretching the truth. I'm going to have to hope my smile gets me through..." She shrugged and looked at her 20 papers. "We'll see."
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Post by ambereen on Oct 15, 2006 19:37:28 GMT -5
Blink shook his head, "Nothin to it, really." He flipped the paper open again, humming under his breath. Easy one, easy one... "Ah. Here. Read this, and tell me what you could come up with."
He held the paper out for her, the black headline proclaiming: 10 found dead in warehouse.
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Post by moira on Oct 15, 2006 19:45:00 GMT -5
Moira bit her lip in concentration for a bit and then nodded. She stepped out into the crowd.
"Horrific scene in warehouse! Massacare of Gangland sorts!!!" She smiled as peopel quickly bought all but five of her papers, and she ran back to where Blink was.
"...how was that?"
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Post by ambereen on Oct 15, 2006 19:51:00 GMT -5
Blink's eyebrow raised a little and he laughed. "I think you got the hang of it." In fact, he saw no reason why she wasn't going to manage it perfectly. "Bronx is more lax then Hattan, so it's probably easier there anyway."
He flicked through a paper, trying to find one no one else had used yet. Sometimes good headlines were often overlooked. Finding one, he hefted the last of his papers, and strode out into the street.
"Stolen horses trample people in street!" He yelled out, the first few words catching some attention. "Taxi service facing a hefty fine!" Greed, Blink decided, was the easiest to play off of, as everyone wanted a share of suing the tax service.
He walked back to Moira with his hands empty.
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Post by moira on Oct 15, 2006 19:56:03 GMT -5
Moira sighed and went out and paused for a moment, seeming to debate something.
Walking near a large group of men, she said in a overly loud voice. "Oh my..if I don't sell these papers...I wont be able to buy stockings! I'll be barelegged all winter!"
The men seemed to get their interest peeaked, and after talking to her for a couple minutes, she came back to Blink with all her papers sold and some extra money on top. "...man people love orphans."
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Post by ambereen on Oct 15, 2006 19:58:31 GMT -5
Blink laughed. "Ah, yes, but if I tried that, I'd be walking away eating my papes and nursing a black eye and a busted lip." Shifting his change through his fingers, he jerked his head to the side. "Now, second part of my deal... You up for it?"
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Post by moira on Oct 15, 2006 20:05:56 GMT -5
Moira counted her change. "...Lunch?" She had done okay, she guessed. She smiled as her stomach gurmbled, making her blush a bit. "I...I guess thats a yes." She was a bit embarassed. She hadn't eaten much as of late.
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Post by ambereen on Oct 15, 2006 20:07:30 GMT -5
"Tibby's it is then." He grinned, "Good food, good prices, and good company." He gave a little gesture off in that area, "And then I'll walk you back."
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Post by moira on Oct 15, 2006 20:12:24 GMT -5
Moira smiled. "Well...fun while it lasted." She laughed a bit. "Thanks again, Blink. Did more than you had to."
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Post by ambereen on Oct 15, 2006 20:16:54 GMT -5
He shook his head, "No thanks needed. Trust me." He ran a hand through his hair, "Besides, its not over yet. Still gotta get you lunch."
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