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Post by Administrator on Jun 7, 2006 0:33:21 GMT -5
Need to warm up? Grab a seat about the warm fire!
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Post by alleycat on Jul 10, 2006 12:47:24 GMT -5
Alley Cat sat down on the floor infornt of the fire. She didn't really need warming up. Nothing could warm up the coldness she felt. She curled up looking into the fire. The flames calmed her a bit. She should have been scared of it but she wasn't and she didn't know why. She let memories play in her head as she looked into the flames.
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Post by firecracker on Jul 10, 2006 14:33:25 GMT -5
Firecracker sighed, cap pulled low over her eyes. She was nervous, for once in her life. The girl had wanted to go to Queens, but when she had arrived in Brooklyn, it had been too dark to continue on the journey. Going through Brooklyn during the war, at anytime, was dangerous. Going through Brooklyn at night was suicide. So, she had wandered into the pub, hoping for refuge from any Brooklynites who might see a small Manhattaner as a threat.
Her eyes shifted to a girl in front of the fire, looking as miserable as Firecracker was feeling at the moment. She looked to be a newsie, but she had been wrong before, she could be wrong again. The Manhattan newsie hesitated for a moment, before sighing and walking over. If she was going to get soaked, best to get it over quick. Who knew? Maybe this kid was one of the few Brooklynites who wouldn't soak her for wandering through their territory.
"Heya, kid, how's it rollin'?" she asked casually, taking a seat beside Alley Cat, her own eyes locked with the flames.
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Post by alleycat on Jul 10, 2006 15:44:03 GMT -5
Alley Cat turned her head. She looked Firecracker opened ad shook her head. "Miserable if you want the truth. Youse a Mahattan newsie ain't ya. Don't worry i won't soak ya. i don't condone fightin' or soaking if you believe that. Ise ain't the typical Brooklyn newsie. Names Alley Cat. What's yours?" She smiled at the Manhattan newsie noting she seemed a bit nervous in general to be in Brooklyn.
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Post by firecracker on Jul 10, 2006 17:03:46 GMT -5
Firecracker nodded, not too surprised that the girl hadn't soaked her. It was safe to say that most newsies were against the strike, and even Brooklynites would let you off with a warning if no one else was around. She herself had found a newsie or two that wasn't a Manhattaner in the territory, and usually ignored them instead of questioning why they were there.
"Yeah, I'se from Manhattan," she admited, though she glanced around to make sure no one else was listening. "Beleive it or not, I'se don't mean ta be in Brooklyn. Jus' passin' through ta get ta Queens, but it got dark before I'se could," she shook her head. "Da name's Firecracker, but most jus' call me Fire."
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Post by alleycat on Jul 11, 2006 2:21:12 GMT -5
Alley smiled at the girl. "A long shot from Queens. Nighttime ain't so safe out there." Indicating Brooklyn not being safe though it wasn't safe at any time of the day these days. "Nice to meet ya Firecracker. What takes you to Queens anyways?"
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Post by firecracker on Jul 15, 2006 21:18:40 GMT -5
"I'se only been 'round 'Hattan fer a couple 'a weeks, but even I'se get bored 'a seeing da same sights," Firecracker admitted, shaking her head. There was also always a tension in the air, and even at the most peaceful times she felt the need to get out of her territory. She usually didn't stay in one place for too long, it just made her a little antsy. However, the newsie was getting used to it, and was pretty sure she'd be in Manhattan for a few years. "'Sides, I'se wanted ta swim. No good places ta swim in 'Hattan. Las' time I tried swimmin' in Central Park, I ended up smellin' like rotten eggs."
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Post by alleycat on Jul 15, 2006 21:27:50 GMT -5
Alley crickled her nose. "Ewww. Well i must say the waters nicer in queens anyways. Ise can't say much for the Brooklyn waters though." She smiled. "Ise suppose seeing the same ol' things would get pretty borin' but the Leader's got their reasonings i suppose. Though i can't see why the fightin' hasn't ended. Spot and his stubbornness. Ise a roamer myself and ise don't like stayin' in one place for too long either and staying in the lodging house is driving me bannas." She giggled looking into the flames.
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Post by firecracker on Jul 16, 2006 16:05:46 GMT -5
"What can I'se say? I'se not supportin' da war, but dere's nuttin' I can do ta stop Jack from t'inkin' da war's necessary. If dis keeps goin' on, dere'll be more den one kid dead on da streets," Firecracker stated grimly, her serious side coming out among her usual carefree nature. She pondered whether or not she should tell Alley what she had heard, of how the Delancey's were suspected for Spike's murder. No. If Spot found out, he'd be mad he hadn't heard it earlier, and madder still that he found it out from a Manhattaner who dared to enter his territory.
"So, what brings ya to dis humble pub?" Firecracker asked, hoping to change the subject. "Not for a drink, I'se take it?"
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Post by alleycat on Jul 17, 2006 2:54:40 GMT -5
"Well no not really. A drink was on my mind but then you showed up so talkin' is far better then gettin' drunk. Youse ain't the only one against this god forshaken war or whatever the boys want to call. It seems to me that most maybe not all the goils think it's worng. And that kid that was found dead in Manhattan did anyone think that maybe it was the ever so infamous haters of the newsies...The Delancey's trying to get us stired up or somethin' It'd be in the nature to do somethin' cruel. Ise don't know if they'd sink as low as murder but still." She said in a whispered hush. Glancing around to make sure that no one else could her their conversation. Personally i believe it was them so that they could see all of us break apart and be less shall we say a menace to them." She sighed looking into the flames again. "Ise hate fightin'."
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Post by firecracker on Jul 17, 2006 4:25:05 GMT -5
So the girl did know that the Delancey's were involved with the murder. Inwardly, she was curious of how Alley Cat had stumbled across such information. If this Brooklynite knew such, had the infamous Spot Conlon heard? While Firecracker wanted to question her, she knew that would be stepping over the line. She wasn't here to pry into another territory's business, heck, she wasn't supposed to be here at all. So she remained quiet about the issue, not adding that Jack and Prince seemed to think the Delancey's weren't doing it by themselves.
"Who doesn't?" Firecracker asked, with a sigh. While she was usually found joking around and enjoying life, it was hard to make wise cracks about war, and often seemed wrong. She just wasn't herself when the issue came into a conversation. "Hmm...New topic, new topic," she muttered comically. "Alright, stare at me like a lunatic for askin' dis, but I can't t'ink of anyt'ing more interestin' ta ask. What's yer favorite color and why?" she shook her head at her own question. "Gosh, I'se been cooped up in 'Hattan too long. Can't even make decent conversation." a small, impish grin appeared upon her face, her usual attitude returning.
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Post by alleycat on Jul 17, 2006 14:57:14 GMT -5
Alley started laughing. "Well that's one thing to change the subject to. Let's see my favorite color hmmm that'd have to be a hard one. I would probably say ice blue or green. Reason being i completely get lost in the eyes of someone who happens to have ice blue eyes. and green just cause the world's covered in it. It brings new life. What's yours" She was back to her normal sweety and joking self. Everything she was thinking about completely forgotten in her laughter.
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Post by firecracker on Jul 17, 2006 16:07:05 GMT -5
"Orange," Firecracker stated with a grin. Orange, for some odd reason, wasn't a widely liked color. However, the Manhattaner loved it, hence the loud orange cap and dusty orange suspenders. "Dunno why, pro'lly 'cause oranges are me favorite fruit. Anyone lookin' ta apologize ta me after a fight needs ta bring an orange. Remember I'se like oranges, it might just save yer life someday," she was back to her usual joking mood.
"Alright, next topic, next topic," again, the muttering was comical, her light green eyes sparkling with mischeif. "I fell like some kinda interrogator. Hmm...Favorite animal? I'se guessin' a cat?"
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Post by alleycat on Jul 18, 2006 2:13:07 GMT -5
Alley giggled her lightheartedness back. "you'd be right. But that's not how i got this lovely nickname though. I'd love to know your favorite animal but i'd also like to know how in the world you got your nickname" She smiled at the girl she liked these topics. You found out alot about people when you just asked random question. "By the way i'll remember to get an orange if i ever happen to piss you off which i hope i never do."
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Post by firecracker on Jul 18, 2006 4:28:25 GMT -5
Firecracker grinned. There were basically two reasons behind her nickname; her personality and a story from when she was younger. While just saying it was her personality would have been easier, it would be funner to tell the story.
"Dis should be interestin'," the Manhattan newsie said with a grin. "Well, I'se come from Jersey. Lived in a small city up dere until I was 'round twelve. Was a newsie, too," she neglected to tell anything about how she had become a newsie, why she had no one else. It was an unwritten rule; don't ask, don't answer. If you didn't want to spill your sob story, you didn't.
"Anyways, it was da day before da Fourth 'a July, right? We newsies couldn't afford any fireworks. So, one of me old friends, he says 'I'se 'ill give a dollah to anyone who can get us some firecrackers.' Bein' da guliable ten-year-old I was, I went out to fetch some.
"Da city always had dis public firework display on da Fourth, so a figgered, 'why not steal some of dere's?' Stupid idea. I'se sneak out at night and headed over to where da city kept 'em. 'Course, since it was dark, I lit a match. Oh, da stupidness of youth.
"I ended up lightin' dat darn match right by a firecracker. Irony is oh so cruel. 'A course, it goes off, settin' da rest off. Since the shed they kept the fireworks in was right next ta do Lodgin' House, everyone heard da noise and came runnin', just when I came runnin' outta da shed, burnt clothes and fryed hair an' all. You'se can guess da rest." she grinned as she ended the story. While it might not have been funny then, when experincing it, it was sure as heck funny now.
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