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Post by spotconlon on Jun 12, 2006 22:05:38 GMT -5
Spot wasn't listening. He was to upset that she had made it in here without one of his newsies stopping her. When he looked back at her she was babbling about Red. "Sit down." He ordered, "Can't understand a word."
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Post by Prince on Jun 12, 2006 22:10:19 GMT -5
Prince did what he said. He had to come, so she had to be clear, and she had to make him understand. "Red... he came to Queens, for some reason. He came in the door, and collaped. Avalanche is with him now, and Ace went to get Fancy. Spot you have to come. He's burnin' up, and coughing... paler than a ghost..." she didn't want to say Red was dying, because he couldn't be dying, and if she said it, then it was true.
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Post by spotconlon on Jun 12, 2006 22:11:41 GMT -5
Spot stiffened, "Didja get a doctor?" he practically yelled at Prince.
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Post by Prince on Jun 12, 2006 22:12:28 GMT -5
Prince hadn't thought of that. "No, we havn't, but... we can, and we will, but... Spot, ya gotta come, please!" she said near begging him now.
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Post by spotconlon on Jun 12, 2006 22:13:58 GMT -5
"You get a doctor and I'll go to Red....wait where is he?" Spot said jumping into action.
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Post by Prince on Jun 12, 2006 22:15:08 GMT -5
"Queens Lodging House. Ace and Fancy should be on their way as we speak. And Avalanche is there already. I'll go get the doctor," she agreed. Though, she didn't know any doctors, but she knew Ariannette was healing boys, so... she'd have to go get her!
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Post by spotconlon on Jun 12, 2006 22:16:14 GMT -5
Spot stood up and grabbed Princes arm and ran out the door, practically dragging her along.
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Post by newsiesonamission on Jun 15, 2006 13:58:07 GMT -5
(New Day)
SlingShot wandered into the boardinghouse, wondering where everyone was. "Heeellloooo!", she shouted, hoping for anyone to answer.
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Post by slinks on Jun 15, 2006 14:51:17 GMT -5
A series of thumps were heard, and then a muffled curse drifted down from the direction of the bunk room. A few seconds later, Slinks practically tumbled into view on the stairs, blinking furiously without her glasses to see. "Wassema'eh, Sling?" She asked, voice croakish from sleep. Nothing like a nice, peaceful nap when the House is empty..
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Post by newsiesonamission on Jun 15, 2006 15:32:28 GMT -5
SlingShot watched Slinks walk in looking groggy. "Sorry Slinks, did I wake ya?" she asked.
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Post by slinks on Jun 15, 2006 15:41:37 GMT -5
"Nah...I wis ge'in' up anyway.." Slinks grinned lazily, stretching. "So..wha' wis with th' screamin', Sling?"
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Post by newsiesonamission on Jun 15, 2006 22:07:18 GMT -5
"Im just...irritated...I hate being afraid to go anywhere... And my cousin Satine is here and...well, I just don't like reminders of my family..." she stopped akwardly after that statement.
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Post by slinks on Jun 16, 2006 21:36:06 GMT -5
She raised an eyebrow. "Ye dun 'afta be afraid t' go anywhere, Sling..all o' Brooklyn's safe, and th' Bronx is neutral ground." She paused at the family thing. "Err...bad past er somethin'?" She asked tentatively, not wanting to pry.
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Post by newsiesonamission on Jun 16, 2006 22:51:29 GMT -5
SlingShot nodded her head. "Yeah... You could say that..."
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Post by slinks on Jun 17, 2006 2:08:58 GMT -5
Slinks nodded, understanding. Many of her friends were the same way - don't talk about the past. "Well..ye live in th' now, no' th' past, mate." She said softly, leaning against the stair railing and scuffling her bare feet against the wooden boards. "Keepin' tha' in mind helps,"
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(c)Red