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Post by ambereen on Oct 13, 2006 21:23:24 GMT -5
"Ah, that's all right. We're all guilty of that, some more often then others." He grinned, watching her. "Here come the questions!" He teased, raising a hand and ticking them off on his fingers, "Im bout to be 19 this year, and not likin it in the slightest. I've been a newsie...god...since i was 15. So a few years." He blew a breath through his lips, sighing. "And im gonna miss it."
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Post by moira on Oct 13, 2006 21:28:13 GMT -5
Moira raised an eyebrow. "Miss it? When you havin' to quit?..they have an age limit?" She didn't really know much about the life. "I'm...18 in a month. Guess I'll have to find a better job then?"
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Post by ambereen on Oct 13, 2006 21:35:21 GMT -5
"No, they dont, but I'm gettin too old." He sighed again, "19 is one year closer to 20. Older newsies dont sell as much, unless they have other means. Im starting to look too strong for this sort of work. Im gonna have to find somewhere else."
He looked her over, "Naw....I'd say you're fine. At least for a little while longer."
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Post by moira on Oct 13, 2006 21:38:49 GMT -5
Moira looked down at him. "So...I may be fine--but what are you going to do once your done with this?" She smiled. "Rape and pilliage?"
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Post by ambereen on Oct 13, 2006 21:51:32 GMT -5
His eyes flickered in amusement. "Aye, that i would, miss. That i would." But inside, he was giving that some thought. What _would_ he do once he left the newsies? He hadn't really thought about it before.
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Post by moira on Oct 13, 2006 22:01:02 GMT -5
She looked out on the city, sighing. "I might be here my whole life, I might leave...who knows. Just keep your options open, right?" She smiled. "You could always work the docks..."
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Post by ambereen on Oct 14, 2006 0:07:52 GMT -5
"Thinking about it." He grinned, nodding. "Its something i can manage, if nothing else. And its always going to be there. That's a plus too." He would like the docks, he decided, he was closer to the water there.
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Post by moira on Oct 14, 2006 0:11:51 GMT -5
Moira nodded. "Yeah...get that salt breeze." She smirked. "Think ya can cut it in Brooklyn though? In good terms with Spot?" She shrugged. "I readily admit that I never want to run into him."
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Post by ambereen on Oct 14, 2006 10:49:18 GMT -5
Blink thought about it, cocking his head to the side a little. "Ai, Im sure Spot wouldn't really bothah me, i mean, sure we're not friends, but who is really friends with Spot Conlon? Acquaintances, possibly, and he knows who i am. If i stay out of his way and dont cause trouble, I dont think It'd be a problem."
He grinned at her, "No one really wants to run into him, but it happens just the same. Kinda hard not to miss him."
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Post by moira on Oct 14, 2006 10:53:36 GMT -5
She smiled down at him mischeviously. "Guess I'll have to fein toughness around him den...or completely avoid his gaze. I betcha he'll figure out dat I'm just a girly whimp." She smoothed down her brown skirt a bit. "His tolerance level flucctuates no?" She smirked. "And I doub't he would have no problem with ya."
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Post by ambereen on Oct 14, 2006 10:56:20 GMT -5
"Flucctuates? The damn thing flies around like it has wings." He snorted, shaking his head. "Well, I'll nevah really know until I try, right? Who knows, maybe I'll catch him on one of his mysterious 'good days' and might get away unscathed."
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Post by moira on Oct 14, 2006 10:59:08 GMT -5
Moira laughed softly. "Well, I betcha luck likes ya...so I don't doubt you'll get away unscathed."
She smiled down at him. She was very glad she had come up here. So her first run in with a old newsie had gone better than she expected. He was a funny, refreshing boy. Very nice.
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Post by ambereen on Oct 14, 2006 11:02:28 GMT -5
"If luck's name is Sneaks or Race, I think I can get away with it." He grinned, shaking his head. "And if not, I'll take one of em and hold em like a shield in front o' me."
It was a quiet night, which was the reason why Blink wasn't asleep already, and he had originally wanted some time to think. And then he got company, and he was enjoying himself. He was glad she had gotten lost, come to think of it.
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Post by moira on Oct 14, 2006 11:07:54 GMT -5
Moira cocked an eyebrow. "Well that doesn't seem very nice. Humours...but a bit harsh." She laughed. "Sorry..I don't kno who Sneaks or Race are."
She sighed softly, stifling a yawn.
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Post by ambereen on Oct 14, 2006 11:13:02 GMT -5
"Those two?" He grinned a bit, "They're two cocky, sly, gamblin devils...And Sneaks is one lucky son of a gun, if you know what i mean. Race gets away with it, but luck loves that little idiot." Or so he always heard. "Spot's cane would probably bounce off of him." He let out a little chuckle, because the image of that was amusing.
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