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Post by Prince on Oct 15, 2006 2:49:01 GMT -5
A place for the leader to go and do some thinking, or have some time to himself when he doesn't want to be disterbed. There's a bed, chair, as well as places for him to store things for when he needs them. The perfect place for Spot Conlon.
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Post by moore on Nov 3, 2006 18:31:04 GMT -5
Moore knocked on the door. She was pretty sure this was his room. At least that's what that crooked looking newsie said.
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Post by spotconlon on Nov 4, 2006 12:18:45 GMT -5
Spot Conlon opened his door, looking a bit annoyed. "Whatcha want..." He looked her up and down. "...who the hell are you?"
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Post by moore on Nov 5, 2006 19:21:03 GMT -5
"Um..." Moore was a little surprised. That weird newsie said this guy was tough and intimidating, but he looked a little... well, small. She put on the toughest face she could come up with and said, "I'm Moore, and I wanna become a newsie. Somebody told me you're the leader of Brooklyn?" Moore didn't feel very welcome.
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Post by spotconlon on Nov 6, 2006 13:30:55 GMT -5
Spot leaned on the frame of his door. "...yeah, yous got the right guy...but what makes you think you can become one of my newsies, kid?"
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Post by moore on Nov 6, 2006 16:17:52 GMT -5
"Well... I dunno. But I need I job, and newsies sounds better than most stuff. Sounds like more fun. Is it?" she asked, eyeing him. He didn't look like he was the type who was used to having much fun.
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Post by spotconlon on Nov 6, 2006 18:45:48 GMT -5
Spot shrugged. "I enjoy it...but...you may be in the wrong burrough." He looked her over. "Queens is always looking for good newsies. You might not be able to cut it in Brooklyn."
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Post by moore on Nov 6, 2006 18:48:37 GMT -5
Moore nodded. "Ok," she said' "Nice to meet you." Moore picked up her bag. "Oh, by the way, what's Queen's leader's name?" Moore asked, "Somebody told me it's Prince. Is'at right?" (I started this when I wasn't in a borough  |
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Post by spotconlon on Nov 6, 2006 19:02:42 GMT -5
Spot shrugged. "Yeah. Sure." He nodded. "Yeah, its Prince. She's the nicest leader you'll find in New York." Which was true. Mainy because Prince was a girl.
Queen of the whimps. Poor her.
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Post by moore on Nov 6, 2006 19:24:51 GMT -5
"Ok, thanks!" Moore flashed a quick smile and went down the stairs. She walked out of the Lodging House.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Nov 6, 2006 19:27:32 GMT -5
Lucky walked up and blinked over at Spot, "Heh, okay, that was interesting, I thought you were going to make her cry.." She shrugged a bit and then smirked. "Welcome back, how's the food in jail?"
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Post by spotconlon on Nov 6, 2006 19:51:08 GMT -5
Spot raised an eyebrow. "I'll have you know, Lucky..I don't make kids cry. On purpose. Usually." He snorted and played with the top of his cane a bit. "...and the food was hell. Worst crap I've ever tasted."
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Nov 6, 2006 19:58:26 GMT -5
Lucky shook her head, "Guess I better quit being snarky at the cops then, hate to have to starve in jail.." she grinned at him, "Missed ya Conlon. Not the same around here without ya.." she quriked and eyebrow at the path the little girl had taken. "And you're ever entertaining fan club.."
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Post by spotconlon on Nov 6, 2006 20:02:53 GMT -5
Spot smirked winningly, hooking his fingers in his suspenders. "Well...can't say I'm not loved by the ladies..." He nodded. "And I doubt dis place would be...I'm da glue."
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Nov 6, 2006 20:11:10 GMT -5
She laughed at the ladies man comment, "Honestly, I think you said that the first time I ever really saw you up close.." she smirked a bit. "yeah, you're the very loud, demanding glue.." She folded her arms a moment as her cat snuck passed her to get into Spot's room. That little bugger had been waiting to get in there for awhile now.
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