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Post by Prince on Oct 29, 2006 15:20:38 GMT -5
Prince, on the other hand wasn't quite sure how to take that news, but she shrugged, apparently her sister was a good person. "Well thanks kid. Come on, let's get outta here," she said as she started heading back to Queens where they could play games with the others, or just hang out for a couple of hours. Prince didn't know much about taking care of a kid, but she figured it was worth a shot. After all, she was a girl, girl's did this kinda stuff, she's gotta have some natural talent, or at least she hoped so.
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Post by polly on Nov 2, 2006 20:58:56 GMT -5
<New Day>
Polly jogged around the city, finding a new place to sell every hour or so, as was her selling scheme. If people didn't see her often enough, they wouldn't think anything of her, and she would be free to make up whatever headlines she wanted. Today was a considerably regular selling day, and she had had to come up with a few gimmicks to sell her papers. This tired her out, and when she saw the Horace Greeley statue, she knew it was the perfect place to rest.
Polly approached the statue, staring at the plate on the front. She never knew what it read, but always looked at the engravings with deep interest. Deciding that she was too lazy to try and figure it out today, she turned around and inched her back down the side, staring into the streets.
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Post by fame on Nov 16, 2006 21:44:43 GMT -5
Fame raised her eyebrows at the girl. "Feelin a little lazy today, are yeh?" She asked with a slight smirk, tilting her hat up so she could see without it shadowing her face too much. She had always liked this statue and thought it was too bad that there wasnt anything of interest in Queens... Manhattan and Brooklyn got all the attention.
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Post by stutter on Nov 17, 2006 21:31:47 GMT -5
Stutter sold his last paper. It had been hard, trying to yell the headlines, but he had managed. Most of the time it was people buying papers just to make him shut up.
Finally, he approached the Horace Greeley Statue.
That looks like a nice place to--
He watched as a girl sat down, and another girl approached.
"R-r-r-est..."
The boy froze. Had he said that out loud?
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Post by fame on Nov 17, 2006 23:24:18 GMT -5
Fame cocked her eyebrow at the boy. "Rest?" She asked, looking at the boy like he was crazy. "Or R-r-rest?" She asked. Then she smiled a bit, the kid was too cute to really make fun of. Besides, she knew the pain of the speech impediment, her brother had had one too. "Im just kiddin. Me name's Fame, who might youse be?" She asked.
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Post by stutter on Nov 18, 2006 11:24:21 GMT -5
Stutter felt his ears burning, and knew they were probably bright red. But the girl seemed nice... after all, she had said she was just kidding...
"S-S-Stutter." He said with a half-smile.
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Post by polly on Nov 18, 2006 14:06:39 GMT -5
Polly watched the conversation with mild interest. She had never seen anybody with such an inability to speak properly, stuttering through every word. She stood up slowly, approaching the two very quietly.
"Polly," she introduced herself.
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Post by fame on Nov 18, 2006 23:14:37 GMT -5
Fame grinned at the boy. "Well, that seems like a suitable name fer yeh." She said, finding it slightly amusing.
'Pleased teh meet ya both." Fame said, leaning against the statue a bit. "Where youse both from? "She asked, lighting up a cigarette.
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Post by polly on Nov 19, 2006 15:00:52 GMT -5
Polly eyed the cigarrette, disgusted, but answered the question.
"Manhattan."
She hated the smell of the smoke coming from the object. She remembered a customer who used to buy from her every day, how he'd take a drag before placing money in her hand. Even the coins smelled of his cigarrette, but she would ignore that to make the sell. Moving her eyes back to the girl, she continued.
"You?"
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Post by stutter on Nov 19, 2006 15:31:41 GMT -5
"I'm from t-the B-B-B-B-B-Bronx." He stated, edging away a bit from Fame and the cigerette. His father had smoked them, and Stutter hated the smell.
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Post by fame on Nov 19, 2006 19:03:33 GMT -5
Fame took her bandana from the back pocket of her trousers and spat into it, putting out her cigarette and putting it back into her pocket once it was out, saving it for later. She removed a scond matchstick instead... they were cheaper and she chewed on them after she'd allowed herself the luxury of her first drag.
"Chicago." She said with a smirk. "But more recently, Queens." She shook the bandana out behind her and then folded it, returning it to her back pocket, with the wet side sticking out the back to dry.
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Post by polly on Nov 20, 2006 16:21:10 GMT -5
"Chicago," Polly stated, interested. She'd heard a lot of stories about Chicago, both good and bad. It seemed so much more exciting than New York.
"Why'd you come here?" she asked politely.
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Post by fame on Nov 20, 2006 21:42:04 GMT -5
"I'se needed a change a' scene. And I'se got into some trouble back home, but the trouble wasnt nothin." She said with a shrug. "I came back but I didnt end up where I expected."
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Post by polly on Nov 25, 2006 14:49:06 GMT -5
"What do you mean?" Polly asked. She wasn't usually so talkative, but she was genuinely interested in what the girl was telling her. After all, she had never really considered New York a terrific place to live.
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Post by fame on Nov 27, 2006 23:19:02 GMT -5
"Ise lived in Chicago fer a while. I lived in Brooklyn before dat, Ireland before dat. I'se came back from Chicago and fer some reason couldn't go to Brooklyn... circumstances weren't right, yeh see." She said. She was still irked that she wasn't able to go back to Brooklyn, it had been her home after all. But what was done was done.
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