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Post by moira on Oct 15, 2006 20:25:00 GMT -5
Moira smiled. "Then lead the way...it the half blind leading the blind here..." She smirked and ruffled his hair.
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Post by ambereen on Oct 15, 2006 20:33:26 GMT -5
Calmly swatting at the hand, he rolled his eye, tugging on the end of her bandanna. "The watah is just ovah there." He teased lightly, but he did lead the way.
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Post by Prince on Oct 19, 2006 10:49:35 GMT -5
((New Day))
Prince was running through Manhattan towards the statue. She was really goin' fast! She'd seen a guy back there that looked a lot like... well... someone whe didn't want to see. She was currently looking for a place to hide when she reached the statue, tripped and fell.
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Post by Skittery on Oct 19, 2006 11:36:17 GMT -5
Skittery was up on his normal perch, avoiding getting his selling day started. He caught sight of Prince and watched her running curiously. When she fell on to the cobble stone he winced aloud and hopped down from the pedestal.
"Whoa there Princey " He reached out a hand, "Whats goin' on? Bulls?" He didn't see any cops but it usually was a good assumption.
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Post by Prince on Oct 19, 2006 17:17:03 GMT -5
Prince looked up at him. "Thanks," she said standing. She started to dust herself off. "Sorta..." she said looking back. It seemed that he either hadn't seen her, or wasn't persuing her, either way, he was no where in sight, thank goodness. "Just as bad," she said with an eye roll. She sighed a little bit but turned to Skittery with a smile. "Ain't seen ya 'round for a while. How ya been?"
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Post by Skittery on Oct 19, 2006 19:19:19 GMT -5
He relaxed seeing she was alright and seemed to have calmed down as well. He shrugged at her question and leaned his body into the iron fence that surrounded the statue area. "Still got meat on my bones.." He grabbed at his ribs for emphasis, "Queens as high strung as 'hattan?" He asked, casually referring to how stressed out Jack had been lately.
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Post by Prince on Oct 19, 2006 20:39:07 GMT -5
She smirked at both his responce and his question. "In a sense... yeah, I guess," she said with a shrug. She put her right hand on her left arm and rubbed it a little, just a nervous thing. "Jack's just a bit worried about the guys goin' around tryin' ta take ovah da newsies," she said with a sigh. "We's tryin' ta get 'em outta New York, but so far we ain't had much luck. They just seem ta be gettin' more and more people on deir side too. You know anythin' about 'em?" she asked as she leaned against the fence beside him.
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Post by Skittery on Oct 20, 2006 17:34:07 GMT -5
Skittery shrugged again "Only really what Jack told me - kinda keepin' my distance from the whole thing if ya know what I'm sayin'..." He trailed off a bit and looked away. In a lot of ways he didn't want to get involved, risk his neck for something that did not seem to be effecting his everyday life.
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Post by Prince on Oct 21, 2006 0:31:07 GMT -5
She nodded in agreement. "I wish everyone'd do the same. 'Course I guess for them, their just tryin' to survive, can't say I blame 'em, but I wish dere was a bettah way for 'em to do it. Even if they didn't think sellin' papes got 'em enough money... poisonally I dun think newsies should become flat out theives." She shook her head slightly before she laughed a little. "Sorry... guess I've got more ta say on dis mattah den I realized." And here she was spillin' her guts to Skittery - not that that was a bad thing, at this point, she'd take anyone who'd listen.
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Post by Skittery on Oct 21, 2006 1:44:28 GMT -5
Skittery glanced back over at her and smiled slightly, "Ain't yer fault - ya got more responsibilities than most us ever want, bein' in charge." He sighed and started to trace the cobble stone with his wooden staff thing. "We're all poor an' face it..the raconteurs made what they do sound... appealin', the money an' all anyways" He looked back at her his bottom lip tense. "can't say it didn't tempt me too.."
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Post by Prince on Oct 21, 2006 2:04:46 GMT -5
She looked at him curiously. "Skitts... did ya evah... talk ta one of 'em?" she asked. She tried to think if she had ever even said one come around, and from her recollection she wouldn't be able to recognize one if they had called her by name. What in goodness name had she been doing all this time? She should have been doing something... anything! She sighed a little at how she'd handled this situation. But she hid her discouraging thoughts, and just looked at him with the same curious gaze.
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Post by Skittery on Oct 21, 2006 2:18:17 GMT -5
"Nevah went that far." He said it with all seriousness so she'd not think he was lieing an suspicious. The last thing he needed was his friends to accuse him of being a traitor or something along those lines. He traced out a few more stones in the road. "Can't say I'd join somethin' that cause so much conflict with the only home an' family I got..." It was a rare sentimental statement.
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Post by Prince on Oct 21, 2006 2:33:30 GMT -5
She smiled a little at that statement. He was right. "Yeah... youse gotta good point there." Still, it made her wonder why others would. Sure it was money, but a family that had been all she had ever really needed, or wanted, somewhere safe, and family came along with her saving grace. "You like bein' a newsie huh? Puttin' up wit' all of us... day aftah day," she said as though it were a droll boring fate, but it was a joke, which could be seen by the smile on her face.
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Post by Skittery on Oct 21, 2006 18:38:08 GMT -5
Skittery rolled his eyes, "Yeah, can't think of anythin' better than scrapin' the ink out from under my nails every day..." his characteric stinging sarcasim had returned to his voice. He walked over to the statue and retreived his stack of papers. "When I ain't a newsie anymore, I dun think I'll evah touch a pape again." He said it somewhat bitterly.
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Post by Prince on Oct 22, 2006 0:22:54 GMT -5
Prince laughed out right at this. "How ya gonna know when somethin' important has happened huh? War may be declared and youse'd nevah know about it," she watched him retreive his papers. He loved it and she knew it, or she thought she did. "Ya gotta love bein' a newsie," she said facing the statue, and setting her arms on the base and putting her head on her arms for a cushion, "oddah wise, you'd find somethin' else ta do dat was bettah." Unless this was as good as it got, and in her opinion, it was.
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