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Post by Jack Kelly on Sept 7, 2006 0:04:58 GMT -5
Jack wasn't about to let her get away that quickly. "...Sweets. Are you really thinkin' of joinin' them?" He put his hand on her arm, his eyes filled with concern. "...I just don't trust them, Sweets. I've been hearing things..."
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Post by Sweets on Sept 7, 2006 0:19:40 GMT -5
She shook of his arm, stopping in her tracks and meeting his gaze from under the shadow of her hat. She studied him for a moment before sighing. "Look, I don' care what you heard, alright? I can make my own decisions, you can't stop me okay?" She snapped, sending him a glare. Startled by her own outburst her eyes widened and she turned, running up the rest of the stairs and into the lodging house, sure that now she would never be welcome back. She'd always been soft spoken and loyal, and her even slight rebellion made her sick.
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Post by Jack Kelly on Sept 7, 2006 0:26:43 GMT -5
Jack's eyes went wide. "...So..Sorry.." Was all he could get out. He tried to hold his face stoic as Sweets stormed past him and into the building, but istead his face was just a mess of emotion.
He slumped across the railing a bit, just looking blankly at Blink and Mush. Sweets had never talked to him like that, and she reaffiremed what he had been saying the whole time--he couldn't make their decisions.
He couldn't make them listen to him.
He wasn't going to threaten violence or rule with an iron fist.
...he just wasn't Spot.
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Post by ambereen on Sept 7, 2006 13:42:52 GMT -5
Blink, startled at the outburst, had half gotten to his feet before Sweets had run into the lodging house, and he was now staring at Jack, lis parted slightly in shock. "....Should i go talk to her...or...leave her be?" He asked softly, not wanting Sweets to go off mad or anything like that. Besides, they were one big family here, and they didn't fight among each other. They talked and worked things out.
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Post by TipOff on Sept 13, 2006 19:39:56 GMT -5
TipOff, breathless from his run from The Bronx, skidded to a halt in front of the Manhattan loging house. "Jack.," he let out, leaning on his knees to catch his breath, "Newsies in da refuge. ."
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Post by Jack Kelly on Sept 13, 2006 19:55:50 GMT -5
Jack had been sitting on the front steps, staring off into nothing as TipOff came up, blurting out his news. "...what?" He stood up, putting his cowboy hat on. "Got it.."
Well, at least he now had something to do. He was always better playing the hero...
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Post by arabelle on Sept 18, 2006 17:01:31 GMT -5
-New Day-
Arabelle perched on the top step, idly twirling a lock of dark hair. She had to admit that this was her favorite place to be; no one really bothered her. Unfortunately, with the Raconteurs around, she could never be sure that the routine wouldn't change. She tapped a ragged fingernail against her skirt, waiting for something to happen.
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Post by Jack Kelly on Sept 19, 2006 9:12:38 GMT -5
Jack came trudging up the lodging house steps, pushing his cowboy hat off his head in exhaustion. Things had been tough as of late...he still needed to meet with the others.
Seeing a girl he didn't know sitting on his steps, he nodded. "...New here?"
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Post by crispin on Sept 19, 2006 11:50:27 GMT -5
Crispin looked down at his pants and groaned. Somehow he had gotten mud all over them. "Aw bloody hell. What more could go wrong." he growled in his thick English accent. He looked up and grinned seeing the building a few feet away. "Now theres a treat." he hurried over seeing a couple people in front already. ""ello." he grinned stopping in front of them.
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Post by arabelle on Sept 19, 2006 16:13:26 GMT -5
Arabelle nodded. "I am. Name's Arabelle. You must be Jack, " she noted, eyeing the hat. "Pleasure to meet you." She glanced over at the other, the smallest of smiles finding its way onto her face. "And hello to you, too."
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Post by crispin on Sept 19, 2006 18:52:30 GMT -5
He walked over and picked her hand up and kissed the back of her knuckles like a gentleman. "It a pleasure to meet you. My name is Crispin." he smiled and turned to Jack holding his hand out. "Pleasure to me you too. "he smiled
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Post by arabelle on Sept 19, 2006 19:05:06 GMT -5
Arabelle smiled again. It was certainly nice to meet someone like him, a real gentleman. She rested her hands in her lap, wondering what he was doing in a place like this.
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thanks admin!
