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Post by Smalls on Aug 22, 2006 22:10:10 GMT -5
Smalls rolled her eyes at Red, "A little sick huh? Whadya mean a . . ." Stopping suddenly she turned to face the officer. "Do you mind?" she asked, crossing her arms, "We're kinda talkin' heah." Noticing his grin she raised an eyebrow. "What da hell's so funny, huh?" Somewhere inside she knew she should shut it -- being on a cop's bad side was certainly not a good thing.
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Post by Collin Russiani on Aug 23, 2006 4:30:18 GMT -5
Red sighed a bit, "Smalls..." Although well aware of the natural hatred for cops all newsies shared -and even him to a good degree- but Carter was not on that list. "He's heah foah me, wont leave till i go with him, and i dont feel like doin it right now. However, he will step outside, wont you, Clarence?" His eyebrow rose a little in question, "and stop grinnin, dere's sure to be plently of oppurtunities for you to watch me embaressed."
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Post by scaper on Aug 23, 2006 13:44:26 GMT -5
"Alright, alright I'll step outside. Nice to meet ya." He'd let them have their little Newsies chat. So he went outside and leaned on the building. So he wouldn't get to see Red tongue tied, but he still wanted that popcorn.
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Post by Smalls on Aug 23, 2006 15:08:27 GMT -5
After a slightly awkward silence, she sighed, turning back to her friend. "Listen, I aint ya ma, I aint gonna lectcha ya 'bout your health. I'll go ahead an' assume you're gonna be more careful from now on, right?" she asked, well, more told him.
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Post by Collin Russiani on Aug 25, 2006 15:11:22 GMT -5
"Yes muddah." He smiled at her, eyes sparkling. "I'll be careful and eat all my vegetables too!' He crossed his chest with one hand, "Im a good Catholic boy." He almost busted up laughing in the middle of that. No one was a good Catholic. Least of all him.
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Post by Smalls on Aug 25, 2006 20:53:41 GMT -5
Holding back a chuckle she grinned. "Atta boy," she praised, reaching up and patting his cheek. "Now," she began, taking a seat in a near by chair and crossing her arms. "I've been gone a coupla months, so, what'd I miss?"
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Post by natalie on Aug 31, 2006 22:44:46 GMT -5
Gabbi wandered about the familiar streets of Brooklyn, being lead by an official looking man who wouldn't detach himself from her wrist. She tugged her arm once, hard, and he just glared at her and told her to cut it out. Gabbi sighed, extremely irritated at the injustice and humiliation of all of this brouhaha, until she was dragged into the shabby looking building. She was lead to the front desk by the man. "Your newest employee, sir." The officer said, handing the man behind the desk a few papers. "She's here and will be working tomorrow, I presume. She's a handful, though, so you better watch out. " The man nodded, but didn't really believe that this girl would be too much more trouble then anyone else. Gabbi tugged her arm away from the man once more and he finally released her. She scowled at him and waited for the man to finish reading her papers. He motioned her to go up the stairs and she nodded warily, making her way toward the stairs. She didn't look back at the officer as she walked up and then out of sight. With her, she had a small bag of her most personal belongings. She looked around slightly nervously; a new environment that she didn't trust, people that she couldn't trust yet, and a whole lot of commotion was going on around her. She checked all of the beds, trying to find an empty bunk. She finally did and put her stuff on it, then got up again and began to walk slowly toward the door. She didn't understand that she had more freedom here then she would have anywhere else, and didn't know whether or not she could leave the premises. She continued to walk down the stairs to where the other groups of people were located.
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Post by Smalls on Aug 31, 2006 23:47:53 GMT -5
Smalls stood and approached the unfamiliar girl, a cocky eyebrow raised. "An' who might you be?" she asked, removing a cigarette from her mouth. In Brooklyn being new meant dealing with suspicious and brutally loyal newsies.
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Post by natalie on Aug 31, 2006 23:57:09 GMT -5
"M'names Gabbi." She said simply, staring back at the girl uncertainly. She was still rather irritated about having been dragged over to this unfamiliar place as you would drag a small child to a day care facility. To put it simply, she wasn't in the best of moods. She sighed. "Whaddabout you, I haven't met anybodys else from here yet. Who are you?" she asked, figuring that if she had to stay here she might as well learn some people's names.
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Post by Smalls on Sept 1, 2006 0:01:59 GMT -5
"The name's Smalls," she said, refraining from spitting in her hand and extending it to the girl until she knew more about her. "An' ya mind if I ask what ya doin' heah?" She had seen how she was brought in and caught the uncertainty in her expression.
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Post by natalie on Sept 1, 2006 16:39:13 GMT -5
"I's be workin' here now, apparantly," she began, "It was here or the orphanage, or a few otteh places that didn't sound so good to me." she said. She didnt feel like going through her family history with the girl, so just just left out the reasoning why and let the girl assume what she wanted. Or what was normal. Gabbi shook the girl's hand but didn't smile.
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Post by Smalls on Sept 1, 2006 17:06:12 GMT -5
"Well listen, since ya new heah an' all, I'll cut ya a break," She said as she pulled her cigarette from her mouth and smirked slightly, amused by the girls assumption that she could just show up. "No one sells in Brooklyn 'till they've got told they's can sell in Brooklyn. No one does anythin' in Brooklyn 'till they've talked ta Spot Conlon."
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Post by spotconlon on Sept 1, 2006 17:52:44 GMT -5
As if on cue, the Spot Conlon, strolled through the door of the lodging house, swinging his cane under his arm.
Seeing Smalls with a new girl, he raised an eyebrow. "What do we have heah?"
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Post by natalie on Sept 1, 2006 22:34:18 GMT -5
Gabbi nodded, then shifted her glance to the boy who had just walked in. "M'names Gabbi." she said, extending her hand. "I was told that I had a few options for my future and this seemed like da best one, so here I am," then she continued, " But now I's is bein' reinformed, ya see, that I need ta talk ta a certain Spot Conlon." she said, her Irish-New York mixed accent kicking in on a few words. "You don' happen ta knows anythin' about this fella, do ya?" She asked, although she already had some idea that this guy was the one in charge.
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Post by spotconlon on Sept 3, 2006 10:11:57 GMT -5
Spot nodded. "Course I do. I'm Spot." He didn't put his hand out, though. It wasn't a greeting--it was a clarification.
"...and who tolda ya you had few options? And what did ya do to gain just a few?"
He wasn't about to allow any whimy girls into his burrough anymore.
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