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Post by littlewitch34 on Jun 18, 2006 21:05:35 GMT -5
Aura looked away, a tiny bit embarassed. "Yeah, it ain't, but I guess there's worse places. I'm a waitress... bar maid.... I work in a pub in Hell's Kitchen," she finished lamely.
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Post by hawkeye on Jun 18, 2006 21:17:49 GMT -5
"Oh, no, I didn't mean you weren't a nice person, I jus' meant that I 'aven't heard things 'bout Hell's Kitchen bein'..." her voice trailed off as she looked down at her shoes and scuffed her foot on the ground, "Uhm... yeah." She twisted one of her French braids around with one hand, still holding the apple in her other.
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Post by littlewitch34 on Jun 19, 2006 14:15:19 GMT -5
"Haven't heard about it being all that great a place to be working. It's not... not really," she said quietly.
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Post by firecracker on Aug 10, 2006 1:31:44 GMT -5
Firecracker ran through the streets of Manhattan, a large smirk plastered to her face, light green eyes glinting with happiness. A stack of newspapers were cradled under her right arm, and she miraculously managed to keep her hold on them as she bumped her way through the large crowds. It was almost a comical scene as she zigzagged through the crowd, twin blond braids slapping against her back as she ran.
Adding humor to the scene, she tripped and fell on her left side--sparing her papers from getting dirty. Several 'unladylike' curses streamed from her mouth, enough foul words to make a sailor blush. Many were in English, but others were repeated in German, causing several foreigners in the area to stare.
Getting back to her feet, she walked a little more hesitantly to the Fruit Cart. The vendor--a fat, balding man with a dirty face--stared, obviously not expecting such language from a 'young lady.' She smirked, startling him slightly.
"'Scuse me sir, how much for an orange?" she asked, eying the fruit.
"Two cents," he grunted, seeming to have snapped out of it.
Firecracker nodded, flipping him the coins nonchalantly. Usually, she would have considered just swiping one of them, but she was in a good mood...And the vendor had already seen her. She picked up one of the fruits under his watchful eye--obviously, he though she might steal more than one(good thinking, too). The Manhattan newsgirl tripped her hat cheerily, before settling herself down on a street curb to eat the orange.
Peeling off the 'skin,' she threw it to the pigeons that had gathered around her. Her grin grew wider with each piece that was removed, until it was finally all gone. With a peaceful sigh, she took a bite, savoring the flavor, eyes closing slightly. It had been forever since she'd had one...With a large, happy, even innocent grin, she swallowed. At the moment, the word seemed right.
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Post by Prince on Aug 10, 2006 1:45:03 GMT -5
Prince was walking through Manhattan. She'd sold very early that day... and wasn't in the mood to do a lot of selling, she was in the mood to be in Manhattan... which was no longer a strange thing, which only happend as of recently.
While passing through the city on her way towards the Manhattan lodging house she stopped off by the fuit cart... well, mostly walked by it, not so much stopped at it. That was until she heard a string of curses coming from a rather high pitched voice, obviously a girl, and obviously a younger one at that.
She laughed, must be a newsie, she knew of none other girls who talked like that. She hung back in the crowed and watched waiting to see who was the owner of said voice.
Sure enough Firecracker emerged. Prince recognized her, she had been the 'hattan girl who had been paniced with Slinks that night at the Manhattan Lodging house. They hadn't formally met though.
From a safe distance she watched the blonde braided newsie take a bite out of the orange. She couldn't help but giggle. While the girls eyes were closed she stepped forward out of the crowed and stood infront of the girl. Talking in a deep tone, her hair in her hat, playing the part of a boy she looked down at Firecracker. It was clear that Fire was enjoying the orange a lot. "Ya like oranges so much why not jus dye yaself orange?" she said with a sarcastic grin.
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Post by firecracker on Aug 10, 2006 1:52:03 GMT -5
Firecracker jumped slightly, too focused on the orange to notice the...person before her. Her light greens eyes flickered with curiosity, head cocked to the side as she glanced upward. Sure, the person looked like boy...But she seemed vaguely familiar. The Manhattan newsgirl thought back a few days, remembering the incident with David and Ace getting arrested. Then it hit her. This guy had been there! Except...he'd been a girl. Ah.
"If ya like being so funny, why don't ya become a comedian?" she replied sarcastically, grinning and taking a bite out of her orange casually.
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Post by Prince on Aug 10, 2006 1:56:38 GMT -5
Prince smiled. "Not enough money in it for me," she said sitting down beside Firecracker. "I prefer makin' more an' bein' a newsie." She tucked a lose strand of hair into her hat and smiled back at the girl.
"Now, correct me if I'm wrong," she said, her pitch still low like a boy, "but you one of Jack's goils, am I right? Ya was at da lodgin' house once... well when I was dere you was anyway..." Of course Slinks had been too, and she was from Brooklyn, so, this girl could be from anywhere but Queens. She would have known him from Queens. "Nevah caught ya name..."
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Post by firecracker on Aug 10, 2006 2:01:36 GMT -5
Firecracker snorted. Since when did newsies make more than comedians? Well...except those crap job comedians...Perhaps newsies were better off. Just perhaps. It took all of her self-control not to flick off the hat, since she was very sure that there was a girl underneath it.
"Yeah, I'se a Manhattan newsie, wouldn't be 'round 'ere if I wasn't," she replied. "Name's Firecracker, but some people call me Fire, along wit a lot 'a uddah things."
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Post by Prince on Aug 10, 2006 2:06:06 GMT -5
Prince smiled back. "I'd shake ya hand, but... their a bit full," she said grinning at the orange.
"My name's Prince... an' I ain't a Manhattan newsie... an' I'm hangin' around heah. Infact... i'm da Queens leadah... an," she said lowering her voice, "incase ya dun ramembah me, I'm a goil... jus... keep it quiet," she said in a near whisper before she sat up straight again and smiled. "Very pleased ta meetcha Fire," she said with a grin still. "Seem like a... nice goil," she said chuckling just slightly.
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Post by firecracker on Aug 10, 2006 23:52:47 GMT -5
"Well, no kiddin'?" Firecracker asked in mock surprise, rolling her eyes. Honestly, she wasn't stupid...Just lacked some common sense. She had eyes, and after seeing Prince as a girl in the Lodging House, it was pretty easy for her to recognize her as a boy in the streets.
She chuckled at 'seem like a...nice goil.' A fake evil grin spread across her features. "Dat's what everybody says when dey meet me...Dey learn." she said this haughtingly, before taking a bite of her orange with a smirk and ruining the dramatic moment.
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Post by matches on Aug 11, 2006 0:01:25 GMT -5
Les saw the group of people in front of the fruit cart and he was craving an apple too. He slowly squeezed his way through he bodies " 'scuse me...pardon me...'scuse me" Finally he reached the front of the apple cart and grabbed an apple and bit into it, smiling.
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Post by Prince on Aug 11, 2006 0:07:20 GMT -5
Prince rolled her eyes. Guess that's what she got for trying to explain herself huh? "Jus... keep it quiet," she said.
"So, I take it you ain't such a nice goil then huh? Well, dat woiks too," she said. "Either way, I'm pleased ta meetcha," this girl wasn't so bad. A bit sarcastic... and a whole lot like herself. She found it all rather funny. But this girl was interesting.
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Post by firecracker on Aug 11, 2006 0:14:49 GMT -5
"Dat's da understatement of da year," Firecracker grinned at the 'you aint such a nice goil then huh?.' "Well, you'se 'avent' done anythin' ta upset me yet, so I'se guess I'm pleased to meet'cha as well."
With her trademark impish grin, she took yet another bite of her orange, savoring the flavor. Her eyes scanned the crowd, darting from person to person lazily. However, she cocked an eyebrow as she noticed the small boy who had just picked up an apple..Wait, wasn't he David's brother? Mes...Or something like that. She cocked her head to the side, watching the younger newsie's antics with mild interest.
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Post by matches on Aug 11, 2006 0:19:00 GMT -5
Les munched on the apple still standing in front of the cart. The apple was sweet and juicy. He smiled as he chewed, looking the people around him. He caught a glimpse of a girl staring at him. He grinned quickly and returned to eating his apple
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Post by Prince on Aug 11, 2006 0:28:14 GMT -5
Prince smiled at Fire and then looked over at Les. "Hey, Davey's little bruddah," she said quietly. Though she didn't know much about the boy, and had never met him, she knew his brother.
"Get ya self inta trouble a lot I assume?" Prince said with a smile to her new Manhattan Firey friend. "Sounds like fun to me."
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