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Post by natalie on Sept 3, 2006 12:06:05 GMT -5
"The officer who took me heah. It seemed like the best choice... I dont need no orphanage lady tellin me what teh do. I's heard a yer group... as in as the Brooklyn newsies, and I's always wanted teh see what it was like round the likes'a heah. " she said, answering the first part of his question. "And I didn' do nothin. I wasn' in trouble, this time. Well, I guess I was... but see, see this?" she asked, pulling up her ragged sleeve and showing the underside of her arm, where nickel-sized burn marks and scars could be seen, "or this?" she asked, pulling her shirt over the back end of her shoulder to reveal a large bruise. She knew it wasn't uncommon for there to be abuse cases among families here these days. She had the feeling that they'd seen a lot of things like it here, lots of kids either ran away or were taken away. She didnt know why her case was such a big deal. They weren't usually taken care of this strictly... "My uncle. The coppers found out about it... I guess theys were feeling charitable that day, maybe it was a slow day at the station...wells, dey found out about what I's done to him back, and tol' me that I either hadta go to anuddah relative, which I aint got, or deh orphanage. And considerin' I's always well, I guess yeh could say I's always admired yeh newsies, I thought dat I might be able to give it a shot, youse know, if you'll let me. I think I's got the guts for it, if you'll give me a chance." She said. She had heard of Spot Conlon before, when talking to passers-by or when pickin up a newspaper for her uncle. She had been curious and thought that it was a great thing to be able to do, and when she got her chance she took it. She just didn' like the way the officer had brought her in, thats all. Making her look like some sort of criminal or something.
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Post by spotconlon on Sept 7, 2006 0:02:51 GMT -5
Spot waited impatiently as she rattled off some long story that he half listened to. He enjoyed succientness, not rambling. "...I really don't care what your family did to you. Same story, different person." He lit a cigarette. Happened to most of them, so she wasn't going to get any sympathy.
"So why did you choose, Brooklyn? What makes ya think you're worthy for my burrough?"
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Post by natalie on Sept 7, 2006 18:12:52 GMT -5
"Cuz Brooklyn's the best." She said, seriously. She ignored the first comment, simply because she knew that it happened to almost every kid and their sister. "Everyone respects Brooklyn. Plus, I knows my way around heah bettah. I think I's got the guts for this.. burrough, like I said before, if you'll just give me a chance." she said shortly, trying to deduce whether or not he was going to let her stay, and if he did if he was going to dislike her.
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Post by spotconlon on Sept 9, 2006 10:05:14 GMT -5
The girl wasn't half bad, really. Much better than the girls that had been around lately. Probably could hold her own--maybe not as good as Smalls, but good enough.
"Fine. Welcome to Brooklyn." He spit in his hand and put it out. "...but if you disappoint me, I kick you out to some other burrough. I'm tired of disappointment."
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Post by natalie on Sept 9, 2006 13:46:28 GMT -5
Gabbi smiled and spit-shook. "Thank you. And don't worry, I wont disappoint you." she said. She was very relieved that he had accepted her.. and didn't seem to dislike her too much. He did seem wary, however, but she could live with that. All she had to do now was not disappoint him.
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Post by spotconlon on Sept 10, 2006 1:41:45 GMT -5
Spot nodded sharply. "Good. That is the attitude I expect in my kids." He smirked knowingly and gestured up the stairs. "..bunks are up there, we get our papes in Queens. Any questions?"
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Post by natalie on Sept 10, 2006 1:49:51 GMT -5
Gabbi thought about it a moment. "Know any place where I can get somethin' teh eat?" she asked. He pretty much covered everything else. "I havnt eaten since yesterday." she added, although she knew he didnt really care.
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Post by spotconlon on Sept 10, 2006 2:03:45 GMT -5
Spot snorted. "...yeah. There are a couple pubs here. Lots of places. Just open your eyes." He fished into his pocket and took out a few coins. "Here. Get yourself something to eat and stop complainin'." It was Spot's version of niceness-brusk and attitude, showing a bit of care underneath.
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Post by natalie on Sept 10, 2006 5:15:26 GMT -5
Gabbi smiled, but shook her head. "I dont need no money.. I's got some left over. Thanks anyways, though" she said. She didn't have too much money, but she had enough for a meal and to buy about 25-30 papers tomorrow. It all depended on how much she was planning on eating, really.
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Post by spotconlon on Sept 10, 2006 20:26:06 GMT -5
Spot shrugged. "You're loss. I won't offer again." He put the money back in his pocket and adjusted his hat, coughing. That was her signal to go.
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Post by natalie on Sept 10, 2006 20:57:54 GMT -5
Gabbi smiled and turned away. She wandered out the door and around the streets. Finally, she came upon McGinty's Pub. She decided that it looked good enough and wandered inside...
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Post by Patrick Aragón on Sept 11, 2006 15:34:45 GMT -5
Whistling to himself as he came, Patrick approached the door of the lodging house. Pulling out a piece of paper he pulled out a small tack and stuck it on the door, a wicked grin spreading across his face. Glancing around to be sure he was alone, he stuck his hands in his pockets and walked away, still whistling nonchalantly.
Dear Mr. Connelly,
I was afraid it would come to this, but please remember this is simply a direct result of your brutish attitude and exceptionally large ego. A one Collin Russiani is currently residing with one of my associates until further notice. He will not be harmed, that is, too severely, if you keep your nose out of our business and your mouth shut. So sorry it had to happen this way.
Your dear friend,
Patrick Darcy
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Post by loveforlife on Sept 11, 2006 15:38:43 GMT -5
Trigger had just left the pub and came up to the lodging house. Just as he reached it he saw someone walking away from the door, apparantly he had not been seen. He walked over to the door and read the paper.
His face flushed with anger and he turned to look at the man who had left. He pounded his fist on the door. Man, that didn't take long for something to happen did it?
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Post by spotconlon on Sept 11, 2006 17:12:52 GMT -5
Spot was a bit worried. He usually could find Red when he wanted the boy....but so far, no dice.
Walking up to the loding house, he saw Trigger looking a bit upset...and then he saw the note.
Reading it, Spot paused a moment before ripping it off the door, crushing it in his hand.
The damn man couldnt even spell is last name right. He was seeing red, gripping his cane so tightly his knuckles were turning white.
"How dare he....how dare he!" Say those things about him, take Red. He wasn't sure how he wasn going to fix this--but make no mistake. The Raconteurs were dead. The Hell he sent them to would seem like Heaven after he was done with them...
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Post by loveforlife on Sept 11, 2006 20:28:12 GMT -5
Trigger was still staring at the empty space from where the man had walked away, but knew he could do nothing. Not right now. He heard Spot come over, knew it was him by the sound of his voice.
Without moving Trigger began to speak. "Alright Spot, I definitely know what you mean now." Anger and hatred in his voice. He did not know this Collin, but it was still from Brooklyn.
He slowly turned around to face Spot. His eyes small slits as he glared. Not at Spot of course, just in general. His breathing hard and deep.
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