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Post by Administrator on Jun 15, 2006 14:40:03 GMT -5
Enjoy the fresh air while you eat!
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Post by twosocks on Aug 1, 2006 15:24:28 GMT -5
Anna sighed as she sat on the tables outside the ice cream shop, eating a small bowl of chocolate ice cream. She had spent her day wandering around the Bronx, becoming familiar with where things were. She had also come to the conclusioin that she didn't like the borough war that was going on. It made her uneasy.
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Post by Sweets on Aug 3, 2006 0:13:31 GMT -5
Sweets took a seat at a small table, her eyes shining with glee as she looked down at her chocolate ice cream. She had saved for weeks to get some more sweets, and passing by the ice cream shop on her way to the bakery pulled her and her impulsive nature in. Snapping out of her suger-daze as she ate she glanced up, noticing she wasn't alone at the tables. Seeing a girl by herself, she looked her up and down once. "Newsie?"
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Post by twosocks on Aug 3, 2006 11:17:44 GMT -5
Anna jumped, not expecting anyone to talk to her. When she saw that the other girl, she gave her an embarrassed smile.
"Yeah, or... at least, that's what I aim to be."
She sat her ice cream on the table and held out her hand.
"I'm Two Socks, but most people just call me Anna. You?"
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Post by Sweets on Aug 4, 2006 0:23:31 GMT -5
She grinned, extending her own hand. "Nice ta meet ya Two Socks," she said, using the girls nickname on purpose, knowing she better get used to it in the newsie world. "The name's Sweets."
"So, you gonna be a Bronx newsie? Have ya met Ace yet? Real nice guy.." she said as she went back to her ice cream.
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Post by twosocks on Aug 4, 2006 11:47:58 GMT -5
Anna sighed, realizing what Sweets was trying to tell her. Maybe she should start introducing herself by her nickname, no matter how much it annoyed her.
"Yah, I'm gonna be a Bronxie." She licked a dribble of ice cream off her wrist. "Ace is the Bronx leader I take it?"
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Post by Sweets on Aug 4, 2006 11:55:43 GMT -5
"Shore is," she said, stirring up the bottom of her now melted ice cream. "You could probably find 'im at the lodgin' house..." she paused, cocking her head slightly. "Ya need me ta show ya wheah da lodgin' house is?" she offered, wiping off her hands with her grimy napkin.
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Post by twosocks on Aug 4, 2006 12:20:37 GMT -5
Anna, or Two Socks rather, shook her head.
"No, i think i know where it is. I was there once before, so i should be able to find my way. Thanks though."
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Post by Sweets on Aug 4, 2006 12:27:45 GMT -5
Sweets shrugged in a 'suit yourself' sort of manner and and stood, dusting off her hands. "Well, if ya need a place ta stay, I'd talk ta Ace as soon as possible, sleepin' on the streets is a nasty business." With that last bit of advice Sweets turned to leave, tossing her napkin in the trash.
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Post by twosocks on Aug 4, 2006 12:36:27 GMT -5
Anna nodded and stood up as well. "Thanks for the advice. I think I'll go talk to Ace right now. See you around."
And she left, leaving in the direction she hoped the lodging house was in.
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Post by smokes on Sept 10, 2006 16:42:07 GMT -5
((new day))
Smokes sat at the table, her black shirt collar up and a small unlit cigar in her mouth. She rapped her fingers on the table as she looked around. Not too many people were there. She dug into her pocket and pulled out a crumpled old photo. She smiled. She'd do what she had to do, this time, no matter what. She wouldn't disappoint him again.
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Post by peem on Sept 10, 2006 20:41:07 GMT -5
Peem was sitting around, enjoying a bit of ice cream when he saw some new girl sit down. She didn't look familiar--and he prided himself in trying to find out who was new to the burrough. He had been hearing nasty rumours as of late--perhaps he should help this girl. Make sure she wasn't unaware--besides.
he was bored.
Clearing his throat, he slipped down next to the girl, taking a bite of his ice cream. "..looks like you should frame that photo." He kept his face forward, not looking directly at her. "...your pocket is doing it no justice."
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Post by smokes on Sept 10, 2006 21:12:48 GMT -5
'Doesn't deserve it," she answered before looking at the speaker. She looked into the blue eyes of the newcomer. She lowered her collar and removed the cigar from her pouty lips.
Her clear grey eyes searched his for any sighns of trouble. When she saw none, she relaxed, sitting back into her chair and putting her cigar back into her mouth.
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Post by peem on Sept 10, 2006 21:34:42 GMT -5
He turned to look in to her eyes, his own dark blue eyes sparkling with amusement. "Really now. Then why you keep lookin' at it instead of throwing it away?"
He pushed his bowl of ice cream to her a bit, pulling out an extra spoon. "..I'm Peem. A Bronx Newsie...you are?"
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Post by smokes on Sept 10, 2006 21:59:46 GMT -5
She cocked an eyebrow and smirked. "I don't wanna forget what he looks like. My memory aint too good."
She took the extra spoon. "Smokes. Also from the Bronx."
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