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Post by Smalls on Nov 1, 2006 10:55:23 GMT -5
In seconds Smalls had pulled the cane from her belt and held it inches from Cards face. Leaning in close she she spoke in an eerie whisper. "Nice ta meet ya Cards. Now I suggest ya drop da attitude b'fore someone gets hoit."
Giving her a small nod she stood upright, sticking the cane back at her side. She liked kids like Cards, kids with attitude. But, when they didn't respect authority in Brooklyn, they didn't last.
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Post by cards on Nov 1, 2006 11:01:24 GMT -5
Cards flashed Smalls an only slightly mocking smile. "What attitude? I ain't fixin' ta hoit nobody. Dis is da way I am." She reclined back in the chair and crushed her cigarette on the heel of her boot. She knew that Smalls was her superior and she respected that. She just wanted to see if she could be trusted. Trust wasn't something Cards took lightly. The leader had yet to pass the test. "You'se got a name? Leadah?"
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Post by Smalls on Nov 1, 2006 13:46:07 GMT -5
Smalls rolled her eyes at the girl who was by now testing her patience. She just wasn't in the mood for any of it. Taking a seat in a chair across from her she pulled out a cigarette, taking her time to light it and taking a long drag before replying.
"Da name's Smalls, an' I'm not really da leadah, alright?" Watching the puff of smoke slowly trail up from her mouth she returned her gaze to the girl. "I'm jist in charge."
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Post by cards on Nov 1, 2006 13:55:47 GMT -5
Cards smirked as she saw Smalls roll her eyes. She laid off being a pain and pulled another cigarette from her pocket and lit it. "Good ta know yah, Smalls." she took a drag of her cigarette. "'Ow is it dat you'se in chahge but you ain't da leadah? 'S one in da same, ain't it?"
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Post by Smalls on Nov 1, 2006 16:03:05 GMT -5
"Nah, it aint." She continued puffing at her cigarette a moment longer before continuing. "Spot Conlon's da leadah, but he aint heah." Deciding it best to leave it at that she threw both her feet up on the small table between them, leaning back in her chair. "An' I'm keepin' house till he gets back."
Staring at her own puffs of smoke she changed the direction of the conversation. "So why ya heah Cards? You lookin' ta sell papes or are ya just takin' advantage of dis fine roof heah?" She motioned slightly with her head to the rotting ceiling.
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Post by cards on Nov 1, 2006 16:09:45 GMT -5
Cards nodded, deciding that it was best not to push the other girl too far. She looked around the room, taking in everything again before she answered. "I guess I'se lookin' foah a place tah lay me head at night that I'se don' gotta worry 'bout bein' gutted." She shrugged. That was a story that she wasn't going to go into. The way she figured it, they all had secrets and they were nobodies business but their own. She breathed in another breath of smoke and as she exhaled, she spoke again. "I s'pose I'se could be a newsie. Don' know if I'se got da right disposition dough." She cracked a grin. "I'se tend tah sca-ah people sometimes." There was no point in hiding the fact that she was arrogant. She was the type of person who hated pretending to be something she's not.
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Post by Smalls on Nov 1, 2006 17:20:37 GMT -5
Smalls almost grinned and glanced back at the girl. "Well if ya wanna sell papes ya gotta loin ta keep ya mouth shut wit customers. You wanna build up regulars, an' aint no one gonna buy from a girl wit a nasty mouth."
She wasn't sure why she was telling her these things, apparently she was feeling generous. "An' if ya ever scam someone, you bettah remembah dey're face cause trust me, they'll remembah yours."
Finishing her cigarette she stood, putting it out on the table. "I'm gonna let you stay heah Cards." She went for the door but stopped when she reached the handle, turning back to the girl. "Don' make me regret it."
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Post by loveforlife on Nov 1, 2006 18:05:40 GMT -5
Trigger stood silently in the corner of the room. Just watching, listening. Waiting for Smalls orders. He didn't know why, but since she seemed to be the only taking charge, he would follow her.
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Post by cards on Nov 2, 2006 12:46:55 GMT -5
Cards chuckled, her blue eyes slightly less cold than they had been before. "Guess I'se got me woik cut out foah me. Tryin' tah be polite an' all dat. I'se son' know if I c'n pull it off."
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Post by spotconlon on Nov 4, 2006 12:16:48 GMT -5
Spot came walking through the door of the lodging house. "Well...ya miss me mates?"
He looked quite dirty and comepletely care free. "I gots released on me on recognizance...guess they figured I'd not run."
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Post by loveforlife on Nov 4, 2006 12:29:31 GMT -5
Trigger stared at Spot for a moment then smirked. He walked over to Spot and spit in his hand, holding it out to him. "Shoulda known that the great Brooklyn leader would get out." He said, pleased in his leader.
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Post by Smalls on Nov 6, 2006 11:20:39 GMT -5
Smalls had to take a quick step back so as not to be smacked by the door. Seeing Spot she pulled the cane from her belt loop held the gold tip out to him, smirking. "Took ya long enough, huh?"
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Post by cards on Nov 6, 2006 12:49:20 GMT -5
Cards sat back in her chair, watching the group in front of her talk. So this was Spot Conlon. She could see why he was the leader. Although not all that large, he still reeked of authority. She kept her mouth shut, knowing that if she stepped over the line now, she'd likely be soaked.
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Post by spotconlon on Nov 6, 2006 13:24:36 GMT -5
Spot snorted and spit in his hand, shaking Trigger's. "Yeah well...I actually got out without brakin' the law. I must be losin' me touch."
He laughed a bit and took the cane from Smalls, hugging the girl quickly, and then flashed her the 'if you say anything about what I just did I'll knock you one' look, and smirked. "Well, looks like ya kept the place from fallin' apart."
He noticed a new girl sitting on the couch. "Well what do we have hea?"
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Post by cards on Nov 6, 2006 15:17:19 GMT -5
Cards' eyes snapped over to Spot's, suddenly nervous. She hoped that nobody would notice. Nervousness was not something she prided herself on. She sat up a little straighter and cleared her throat. "Me name's Cards."
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