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Post by Administrator on May 18, 2006 18:46:22 GMT -5
A small cafe on a busy corner, it's a great place for a cup of joe!
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on May 18, 2006 18:50:47 GMT -5
Race, still angry about the confrontation at Irving Hall, stormed into the small cafe and collapsed into a chair. Immediately he pulled out another cigar, sighing loudly.
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Post by hawkeye on May 18, 2006 18:59:12 GMT -5
Hawkeye followed Racetrack inside, seating herself across the table from him. She rested her elbow on the table, her head balanced by her hand.
Her hazel-brown eyes scanned the room quickly, before turning her gaze to Race, "Ya really upset 'bout that Brooklyn kid, huh?" she looked at him sympathetically, then sighed, "How long do ya think this "war" is gonna last anyway?"
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on May 18, 2006 21:25:33 GMT -5
Racetrack puffed at his cigar thoughtfully, staring at the table but his mind clearly seeing something else. "yea, he was a good kid. . . good at pokah," he gave an empty chuckle before his small grin faded again.
"I dunno how long it'll last, but my guess is neiddah Jack 'er Spot's gonna let dis one go easily." taking another puff he shook his head. "ya know, I just don't get it Hawk. It don't make sense. Who would kill a kid? 'specially a kid wit no money?" he gazed off again, thinking.
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Post by hawkeye on May 18, 2006 21:39:54 GMT -5
Hawkeye smiled slightly, "Eight and playin' poker?"
She stared down at the table for a moment, "Race?" she sat up and gave him a quizzical look, "Do ya think it was someone from 'Hattan? I mean, everyone 'round here seems real nice, I'd never think one of 'em would kill a little kid," she sighed, then turned her attention back to the table top, "Of course, I'm sure that ya know more people than I do, so when I'm sayin' that everyone's nice, I'm only referrin' to the one's that I know, which ain't too many. I'm jus' sayin', there could be a million other newsies in here an' I'm not even--" she paused and glanced up at Racetrack, a small grin appearing on her face.
"Heh, sorry, I'll stop talkin' now," she tried to suppress her grin, and looked back down at the table again, "I 'ave a bad habit of ramblin' sometimes," she mumbled.
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on May 18, 2006 21:53:06 GMT -5
He grinned distantly at her apology. "I know every newsie in 'hattan Hawk. . ." he finally focused his gaze, looking directly at her. "an' dare aint one of em' who's capable of moider."
He leaned back in his chair thoughtfully. "Spot knows it. He's just mad at Jack, as if it's his fault, all our fault, dat one o' his boys . . ." he didn't finish. He was sick of talking about death and found it hard to even say it.
"Can you believe those two at Medda's?" he snorted a small laugh. "geez ya'd think they owned da place." Trying to save a bit of his pride he was just now realizing he might have misplaced at Irving Hall, he continued, "I woulda kicked 'em out of course. . . but I knew you wouldn't want ta have ta see dat." He shrugged and puffed at his cigar, sitting up a little straighter.
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Post by hawkeye on May 18, 2006 22:08:03 GMT -5
Race's quick change of subject gave Hawkeye the hint that she should lay off the "war" topic.
She shrugged at his comment about back at Irving Hall, "Ya know, I sorta feel bad for 'em, they seemed like they weren't too bad," she paused, remembering Race's response to Lucks when she said something similar to the sort.
Not wanting to begin an arguement, she hastily turned the direction of the conversation, "Didn't want me ta see that?" she smirked, mimcking him tone, "'Course not, 'cause I ain't never seen a fight break out before--not in New Yawk!" she said sarcastically. "An' ya woulda kicked 'em out?" she arched an eyebrow, "I have ta say, I never really saw ya as the "tough guy" type, Race," she teased.
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on May 19, 2006 19:33:02 GMT -5
Race fidgeted uncomfortably at her first statement, sending her a weird glance. He was glad she quickly moved on, not wanting to have to say anything more on the subject.
He grinned as she continued, but it faded into an exaggerated frown at her insults, putting a hand on his chest dramatically. "Me? Not a tough guy?" he rolled his eyes. "You haven't by chance been talkin' ta Skittery have ya?" he said, laying his cigar down in the ash tray. "I coulda taken dem. . . " he mumbled as an after thought, now gazing out the window again.
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Post by hawkeye on May 19, 2006 20:24:19 GMT -5
Hawkeye laughed, "I'm not sayin' you ain't tough, I'm sayin' that ya didn't seem..." she paused, trying to find the right word to use, "Ya didn't seem like the type who'd be pickin' a fight with anyone," she shrugged awkwardly, "An' since I don't know who Skittery is, I ain't been talkin' ta 'im... or her."
She smiled slightly, "I know ya coulda," she said, addressing his last comment.
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on May 20, 2006 10:53:18 GMT -5
"Corse I coulda," he said, still defending his deflating pride. "What were they doin' in 'hattan anyways? Did I miss somethin'? Aren't we still in a war heah?" His mood was slowly turing bitter again and he slouched down in his chair a bit, still puffing at his cigar.
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Post by hawkeye on May 20, 2006 11:12:57 GMT -5
Hawkeye tilted her head to the side thoughtfully, "I was wonderin' the same thin'. Maybe they 'aven't hoid 'bout the war yet?" she suggested.
She leaned back in her chair, "So how long 'ave ya been workin' as a newsie anyway?" you know that short attention spans get to everyone once in a while.
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on May 20, 2006 11:35:38 GMT -5
He snorted a laugh at her suggestion that they hadn't heard about it yet.
Leaning back in his chair he shook his head slightly, the abrupt change of subject making him think harder than he would normally have to for such an answer. "uh. . well, since I was about six o' seven." He cocked his head at her. "Why?"
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Post by hawkeye on May 20, 2006 11:39:29 GMT -5
Hawkeye rolled her eyes, "Well they didn't seem ta know. I mean, don't ya think if they did, they wouldn't 'ave come into 'Hattan ta begin with?"
She shrugged, "Jus' wonderin'. Ya said ya know every newsie in 'Hattan, so I figured ya must've been sellin' for a while."
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on May 21, 2006 11:56:38 GMT -5
He ignored her the second part, his brow still furrowed from her first statement. "No. I don't Hawk. I guarantee ya dat there aint one newsie in all o' New York who don't know about dis war. They're doin' it ta make a point. Makin' Manhattan seem weak."
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Post by hawkeye on May 21, 2006 12:10:41 GMT -5
"Hm," Hawkeye stared out the window, thinking about what he had just said, "I guess ya right," she looked at Race again, "I'm jus' sayin' I don't think they were tryin' ta cause trouble, they seemed nice enough," she shrugged, probably for the tenth time since entering the cafe, then waved her hand, as if pushing the conversation aside, "Ah I don't know. I ain't that smart, I'm sure ya right," she said, giving him a small smile.
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