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Post by firecracker on Jul 27, 2006 22:46:56 GMT -5
"You were da one who hit me wit da spool!" Firecracker reminded him, while also dreading Kloppman's entrance.
She winced as Kloppman yelled at them. However, her prideful nature made her raise her chin defiantly and glare at him. Which really didn't help out circumstances. Especiallly since she, the little girl, was acting defiant while her large male counterpart was cowering. She bit her lip, both of guilt and trying not to laugh.
"Erm...cleanin' da bunkroom?" she suggested, glancing to the water on the floor...."And remodelin'?" at the bunk hanging halfway out the window.
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Post by pieeater on Jul 29, 2006 10:38:58 GMT -5
Kloppmann raised an eyebrow at Firecracker. "mmhmm remodelin" He said skeptically. He walked closed to them and restrained from laughing, they really did look absurd. "Alrigh--"
Pie Eater finally spoke but decided to inturupt rather than wait his turn. "It's her fault!" He whined childishly, pointing at the girl.
"Pie Eater! I don't care" Kloppman scolded making Pie cower again. He walked into the hall for a moment but stayed on the landing, obviously he wasn't leaving it there. Pie Eater didn't even bother looking at Fire, he felt like an idiot. Kloppy came back withen a few minutes with a mop and a scrub brush holding them out expectantly. "I exspect ta see a clean bunkroom after this..."
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Post by firecracker on Jul 29, 2006 12:48:57 GMT -5
Firecracker bit her lip as Pie Eater cowered, trying hard not to laugh, since that would of been plain cruel. Oh, how she wished she had a flashpot(camera), this would make one humiliating picture. As Kloppman returned, she swore under her breath in German, restraining the urge to glare at the old man while taking the mop from his outstreched hand. She HATED cleaning with the intensity of a thousand suns. Glaring at the brush, she only nodded.
"I'll leave ya to it." Kloppman said sternly, though he sounded amused by the tone in his voice. Probably because she was staring disgustedly at the mop in her hands. The Head retreated slowly.
"Best get started if we's want dis done befoah da uddahs come back." she sighed, obviously not enthusiastic about it.
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Post by pieeater on Jul 29, 2006 13:20:48 GMT -5
Pie Eater glared when the head left, cletching the scrub brush that had been handed to him. He looked at the cleaning tool and tossed it onto a near by bunk.
"Yer cleanin' da floor since yooou made that mess!" He said bossily, "I'll get the stupid matress..." And he headed to the window to reverse the damage he had done. He wanted to get it over with before the others filed in from a long days work. Last thing he needed was to be seen cleaning in his wet underware. The day was allready embarassing enough.
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Post by firecracker on Jul 30, 2006 21:05:11 GMT -5
"Hell no!" Firecracker objected, temper flashing slightly. Whoever said woman enjoyed cleaning was obviously male. "Yer gonna deal wit da matress, and if yer done wid dat and I'se still washin' da bunkroom, yer gonna help me!"
Who no such a short girl could be so intimidating. She began to mop, wrinkling her nose. Honestly, she had no idea how this cleaned the floor. The water, in her opinion, was just moving the dirt around. Spreading it out over the floor so everything was covered in a thin layer of filth. She inwardly and outwardly groaned. This was going to take a while
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Post by pieeater on Jul 30, 2006 22:44:38 GMT -5
Pie Eater had already jumped out onto the fire escape and was trying to force the mattress back in when he heard Fire retaliate. "Ha thats what YOU think girly! Ya got me in dis mess, and why should I help anyways?" He snorted "ya still haven't given me pants back!" He stuck out his tongue like a juvenile and continued to throw his weight into the mattress.
Oh course the smallest window in the room was the one leading to the fire escape, it was just rotten luck on his part. Little flecks of paint chipped off as the mattress rubbed against the frame littering the floor with more crap to clean. He groaned. "'Sides Fire" he called from outside "Ya need da practice bein' domestic if ya ever plan ta get married..." He chuckled to himself. It was out of character for him to say such a spiteful thing but then again he had been taunted all day by her. She deserved it.
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Post by firecracker on Jul 30, 2006 23:20:21 GMT -5
"Well, 'scuse me foah wantin' revenge aftah ya oh-so kindly DUNKED ME!" Firecracker shot back, glaring at the mop because she wasn't able to look at Pie Eater at the moment. "And I'se 'ill give 'em back latah, unless ya keep buggin' me 'bout it!"
She continued to clean--or rather, spread the dirt around--until the Manhattan newsboy declared she needed to practice being 'domestic.' The word 'married' froze her. A simple word that meant so much from her past, which, like almost every newsies', wasn't a good one. Her hands shook slightly as she held the mop, and she took a deep breathe, counting to ten in her head. After a moment, she relaxed, shrugging off the memories a simple word had brought and continued to clean, though she fell silent--an odd occurance for her.
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Post by Sweets on Sept 7, 2006 14:07:32 GMT -5
< New Day >
Sweets slowly walked over to her bed, running a hand over the torn blanket. Sitting down she grabbed a small bag from under the bed. Blowing some dust off it she frowned and slowly began putting her few items in it. She hardly knew what she was doing, she didn't want to leave, but now . . . Pausing she sat and looked around her, taking it all in for the last time. She would miss this place.
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Post by rose on Sept 20, 2006 14:44:08 GMT -5
Rose wandered into the bunks and plopped herself down onto her bed. She let out a sigh as a sign of exhaustion. She noticed a sort of sadness about Sweets while she was sitting on her bunk.
"Heya, Sweets," Rose paused hoping she hadn't interupted or brought upon unwanted conversation, "Er, are ya alright?"
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Post by Sweets on Sept 20, 2006 15:24:46 GMT -5
She snapped out of her thoughts, dropping the bag beside her on the bed. "Oh, heya Rose," she greeted, standing up and leaning on the bunk in an attempt to look casual. "Yah, I'm alright, I was just . . ." she glanced at the bag with her belongings peeking out and sighed. "packing."
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Post by rose on Sept 20, 2006 20:24:46 GMT -5
Why was she leaving? Rose looked at Sweets in a state of confusion. She figured she shouldn't push on by asking her, but...
"Packing? Whaddya mean? Where ya goin'?"
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Post by Sweets on Sept 23, 2006 9:09:42 GMT -5
She sat down on the bed, running a hand through her hair. "Well, those raconteur fellas offered me a job but," she paused, shifting awkwardly "but well I don't really want it, but I can't stay heah now anyways, not aftah what I did." she sighed again, laying back on the pillow and starting at the bunk above her.
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Post by matches on Oct 4, 2006 22:07:28 GMT -5
After being kicked out of Jacks room because Jack and David needed to talk, Les slowly made his way to the bunks. He has never been there before, well maybe once or twice but he didn't remember much of it.
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Post by rose on Oct 11, 2006 13:29:23 GMT -5
Rose stared at Sweets with a confused look on her face.
"Er, Sweets, what did ya do?"
She sort of regretted asking this, worrying that Sweets may not want to discuss it...
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Post by crutchy on Oct 12, 2006 18:58:08 GMT -5
Crutchy yawned as he attempted to start moving better with his new crutches...He was still getting the use of his legs back fairly well but it was much harder to move these days or so it seemed. His bad leg was even worse however but he managed to grin and bear it as he always had, jsut as cheerful as ever.
"Hey there Sweet,s something wrong now?"
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