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Post by Administrator on May 13, 2006 22:33:12 GMT -5
This large warehouse-like room has a few shabby tables and broken chairs set up, and is usually the location of the best parties...
((locked for borough war purposes, will re-open soon))
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Post by spotconlon on May 14, 2006 18:52:46 GMT -5
Spot took a seat at what seemed to be the head of the room. He sighed, wondering how he was going to explain this to his newsies. He waited for them to join him.
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Post by gamble on May 14, 2006 19:15:19 GMT -5
Gamble shoved her hands in her pockets and sauntered into the lodging house. "Heya, Spot... What's going on?" She asked. She had gotten a message to go to her lodging house but no one had told her why. Gamble raised an eyebrow at him.
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Post by spotconlon on May 14, 2006 19:16:55 GMT -5
"Jus sit down," Spot said impatiently, she was da only one hea'h and he didnt want to explain a hundred times. "Look, I'm unda a bit o stress, sorry about dat." He said shortly apoligizing
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Post by slinks on May 14, 2006 19:22:52 GMT -5
"Ey, th's is serious. Spo' Colon's appologizin'," Slinks said, fixing her hat and rubbing at her sore nose as she walked in.
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Post by spotconlon on May 14, 2006 19:24:27 GMT -5
Spot gave a weak laugh, "Yeah, it is serious Slinks." He said solemly
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Post by slinks on May 14, 2006 19:30:30 GMT -5
She sat down in a chair near Spot, but didn't lounge, sitting so as her attention was focused solely on Spot. "I didna say 't wasn't, Spo', mate." Seeing the drawn and pinched look on his normally emotionless features, she took a guess at what all this was about. "This 'bou' Spike?"
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Post by spotconlon on May 14, 2006 19:33:06 GMT -5
Spot sighed loudly,"Yeah, it is." he replied sadly
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Post by flare on May 14, 2006 19:57:53 GMT -5
Flare looked up from her perch by the window at Spot's tone of voice. She had never heard him sound so, nervous? Worried even? Concerned she moved in close to where everyone was gathered. Being new, she wasn't too sure what was going on and finally had to ask, "Who's Spike?"[/size]
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Post by newsiesonamission on May 14, 2006 20:04:37 GMT -5
SlingShot walked in in time to hear this last part. "yeah. Who's Spike and what's goin on?". She knew that something was happining and saw how nervous Spot was acting.
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 14, 2006 20:12:12 GMT -5
Red came out of a room and stood just behind Spot, hands in his pockets. His hair fell around his face as he looked around at the kids. A few he knew, a few he didn't. "Hey guys." He said softly.
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Post by spotconlon on May 15, 2006 14:33:26 GMT -5
Spot cleared his throat, silencing whatever chatter had been going on through out the room, "Ok, well only four of yous is hea'h but I might as well start." Spot got up and started pacing, "As some of you know, Spike, a younger Brooklyn newsie, was found dead today in Manhatten. Nows I've talked to Jack Prince and Ace and Jack don't wanna do nuttin' about it, saying it aint his fault someone got killed on his property. Well I says dats crap. So does Ace, so we'se got ourselfs a mini war ting goin on," Spot paused and gasped for breath, "Now I need to know dat you all is up to fighin' for Spike, for Brooklyn. Cuz if you aint, well Brooklyn ain't a home to you know more and I want you to pack youa'h tings and git out. You guys wit me or what?"
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Post by newsiesonamission on May 15, 2006 14:42:58 GMT -5
SlingShot thought this over. A boy found dead in Brooklyn? Sounded like this was really bad. She hesitated before reacting. She raised her hand. "I'm with ya, Spot!". She looked around at the others in the room, waiting for their reaction.
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Post by spotconlon on May 15, 2006 14:49:45 GMT -5
Spot looked at the first replier...he began to grin, "I knew you'd Slingshot, I knew I could count on you."
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 15, 2006 14:49:54 GMT -5
Red nodded, "You dont even have to ask me, Kid. Im wit ya all da way. No questions asked."
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