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Post by spade on Oct 17, 2006 22:12:58 GMT -5
She looked up as Devil began to growl to see who was near her. She saw a girl standing next to the table and decided she would ignore her or at least try to, but Devil continued to growl at the girl. Most people got scared when Devil started to growl so she said softly, but with command, "Devil, come here now." And Devil swiftly obeyed her command and sat down next to her and tried to ignore the girl with little success. Though his growling had stopped he continued to whine.
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Post by Lukas Berg on Oct 25, 2006 13:57:52 GMT -5
((NEW DAY))
Lukas rain through the rain holding a newspaper above his head. The day had been gloomy but the heavens opened and started to pour down rain right as he was finishing up selling. He slid through the wet sand, managing to get sand and water into his boots. The picnic table was really the only shelter around so he dove under it. He looked miserable - damp and cold with drops of water constantly dipping onto his head through the tables planks. Such days he wished he worked in a factory or sweat shop or something...
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Post by tumbler on Oct 30, 2006 15:51:11 GMT -5
Tumbler was upset. Once again, Skittery had disowned him and left to go selling, leaving Tumbler alone in Manhattan. It wasn't his fault he was littler than everybody else. It was only by a few years, too! But today Tumbler didn't want to be all alone in Manhattan - he decided that he wanted to have an adventure. Now, where would he go?
The Bronx, of course.
There was only one problem: It wasn't until Tumbler was way past the Bridge that he realized he didn't know the way back. He sold his last few papers (which wasn't hard at his age with his problem) and found himself on a beach. A big beach. He looked around the entire beach wildly for any clue of how to get back to Manhattan but soon gave up. It had started raining. Tumbler hated rain. Plopping down on a picnic table with his hands covering his head he sighed:
"I wish Skittery was here."
Tears overcame the boy as he verbally abused himself for getting lost.
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Post by Lukas Berg on Oct 30, 2006 17:26:24 GMT -5
Lukas, who was still cowering under the table, turned quickly as a body slid into the picnic table. He listened to the boy sobbing and scoffed to himself.
"Whats yer issue?!" He asked peeking out from below the table again using a newspaper as a shield from the rain.
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Post by tumbler on Oct 31, 2006 20:21:10 GMT -5
"Who's that!?" Tumbler squealed as he jumped up in fright. He turned to the boy who had just appeared, the rain making it difficult to see. He soon realized that he was very cold, and that if he didn't get back to Manhattan soon (providing he wasn't kidnapped) he'd be lost in the dark.
Tumbler considered running. He didn't know whoever was talking to him and also didn't know whether or not he should ask for help. For the moment, he decided, he would stay.
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Post by Lukas Berg on Nov 1, 2006 14:00:39 GMT -5
"Jesus! I ain't gonna eat ya!"Lukas ducked back under the table, sick of getting wet. He called back up to his new guest, somewhat irritated, "Are ya jus' gonna sit there an whimper in da rain? Cause if ya are theres plenty of othah places to do it..." He really had no patients of understanding for anyone or anything..
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Post by tumbler on Nov 1, 2006 18:22:18 GMT -5
Tumbler moaned. He wiped the water out of his face and finally got a decent look at the boy speaking to him. He looked young....young enough to not be too dangerous....and didn't seem to want to hurt him. Tumbler knew for a fact that they had never met.
'Don't talk to strangahs', the older boys at the Lodging House told him, 'unless 'dey want to buy a pape.' Tumbler considered running again.
Then he noticed that the wad of paper above the boy's head was a newspaper, and that he had to be a newsie. Even so, he didn't seem very nice.
"I don't know where else to go," Tumbler whimpered. "I'm lost."
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Post by Lukas Berg on Nov 1, 2006 18:29:57 GMT -5
Lukas groaned. What a day - it was wet, cold, rainy, and some little kid was whining about being lost. "Well at least get under 'ere so I don't have ta keep gettin' my neck wet!"
Lukas shifted himself around a bit, cursing as some of the collecting water got the seat of his pants wet. "I'd say 'go home' but obviously ya don't know where that is do you?"
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Post by tumbler on Nov 1, 2006 19:28:10 GMT -5
Tumbler inched under the picnic table, still slightly afraid of the boy speaking to him. He didn't understand why he was being so mean, but decided not to say anything about it.
"I'm sorry I made you get wet," he apologized, hanging his head.
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Post by Lukas Berg on Nov 2, 2006 11:42:04 GMT -5
Lukas rolled his eyes. "Are you responsible for da rain?" He raised an eyebrow, "thought not.." He was just in his particularly bad mood - there was nothing fun about rain.
After a moment of scowling Lukas looked back at the kid and a bit kinder said, "Seriously now, where ya from? I might be able ta point ya in the right direction..." Then his attitude returned, "and not 'ave ta listen to yer poutin'.."
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Post by tumbler on Nov 2, 2006 15:47:03 GMT -5
Tumbler couldn't contain himself anymore.
"Well, you see, I woke up really late and by the time I got out of bed everybody was out the door so I put on my stuff and grabbed my money while Kloppman was yelling at me and I started running to the Distribution office to buy my papers and then Weasel told me that-" he took a deep breath. "-everybody had already bought their 'papes and I looked everywhere but Skittery wasn't there and I got really mad and I ran off."
The sun was already staring to dim. Tumbler was afraid - he really didn't like being in the dark. The boy had offered to help him find his way home.
"I'm from Manhattan."
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Post by Lukas Berg on Nov 2, 2006 17:54:49 GMT -5
Lukas couldn't help but laugh at the hysterical boy. From the story he figured he was a newsie, and he confirmed that he was one of Jack's boys. No wonder he was familiar probably saw each other at the World Office.
"Sounds like ya did it to yerself" Lukas said with a sigh as he calmed his laughter. "Ya ain't that far away...dis is the Bronx "
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Post by tumbler on Nov 2, 2006 20:35:28 GMT -5
A flash of fear went through Tumbler. The Bronx. Tumbler hadn't always heard pleasant things about the Bronx - in fact, he had heard some horror stories. Was this a Bronx newsie? Would he hurt him? Tumbler had finally gotten comfortable with the boy, and now he was scared again.
"I'm....in the Bronx?"
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Post by Lukas Berg on Nov 4, 2006 3:56:01 GMT -5
Lukas wrinkled up his forhead. "Yeah da Bronx. You got a problem with my home territory ?" By this point he was really wishing he had just marched through the rain home. He'd be dry, lounging on a couch, and enjoing doing nothing at all. "Yer first clue should 'ave been that big ol' bridge ya had to cross..." He was being sarcastic now.
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Post by tumbler on Nov 4, 2006 13:37:18 GMT -5
"I haven't been here before," Tumbler told the older boy, though he knew it wasn't a great explanation. It was difficult for him to hold in his tears, even more than before. He wiped his eyes, making sure nothing fell from them, and tried to stay brave.
"Skittery said I shouldn't ever be in the Bronx....lots of people say it's dangerous."
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admin loves me - but then again who doesn't ? *cocky Lukas smile*