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Post by alleycat on Jul 24, 2006 16:46:52 GMT -5
Alley took it. "thanks" And whiped what blood she could off. "Where's you boyfriends house. i...i want to get out of here."
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Post by dusty on Jul 25, 2006 22:18:22 GMT -5
She put an arm around Alley and guided her off towards Avalanches apartment.
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Post by alleycat on Jul 25, 2006 22:30:43 GMT -5
Alley let her guide her. She was in no mood to talk as she cleaned herself up a bit. But the new cuts would not stop bleeding.
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Post by mimic on Jul 28, 2006 22:33:54 GMT -5
[New Day....erm, Night]
A fidgety shadow made it's way slowly down the paths. Mimic's eyes shifted quickly, nervously, obviously having not intended to end up in Brooklyn at night. All he had wanted to do was prove to the other newsies in Queens that he was not a little kid they had to watch out for, not some baby who couldn't take care of himself. Going to Brooklyn sounded like a good thing to do to prove them wrong. Getting /lost/ in the tough borough, however, had been unplanned.
He jumped about three feet in the air at the sound of a twig snapping, wiping around quickly, eyes wide. At the startled squirrel in front of him, however, he laughed silently, running a hand through his light brown hair to try and calm himself.
So...he was lost...Great. With a sigh, he sat himself down besides a large oak tree. It wouldn't help to get more lost. He pulled out his old harmonica in hopes to calm himself, playing a simple tune. At the moment, he didn't care who found him.
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Post by flanna on Jul 28, 2006 22:39:28 GMT -5
Flanna had been out doing a few errands when suddenly night was upon her. Cursing, she shook her head. She should have payed more attention. She was dressed in a pair of pants and shirt--at least that made her feel better.
Hearing a harmonica, she moved off the path, lighting a match to see better of the path and the gas lamps.
Seeing a young boy, she made a noise, not wanting to scare him. "...you lost?" Her voice didn't have a lot of compassion in it, but it wasn't harsh either. It was just a simple question--one she might ask an equal, rather than a child.
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Post by mimic on Jul 28, 2006 22:48:03 GMT -5
Mimic blinked at the sudden burst of light, his eyes having gotten used to the dark after wandering around in it for about an hour. After his eyes adjusted, he about jumped three feet in the air...if that was possible while sitting down. His eyes flickered with fear for a moment, before they hardened. All he could remember was being a newsie, and one of the biggest rules of that was not to show fear.
"You lost?" he mimicked, narrowing his eyes. "Nah, I'se like wanderin' 'roung enemy territory at night. Do it all da time. How 'bout you? I suppose you'se just having a dandy nighttime stroll."
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Post by flanna on Jul 28, 2006 22:56:43 GMT -5
Flanna raised an eyebrow. Interesting kid. "...hm. Sarcasm at your age. I'm impressed." She smirked...this kid was just her style. "...I live here. with Spot's bodyguards."
The fact that Spot didn't know about her being there yet, or one of the other bodyguards...she left that out.
"...what burrough you from?" She wasn't to treat him like a kid. If he was tough enough to be a newsie, he was tough enough to be treated as a semi adult.
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Post by mimic on Jul 28, 2006 23:08:05 GMT -5
"You'se should be," Mimic smirked right back, cocking his eyebrow at 'Spot's bodygaurds.' "You'se mean 'Da Great King 'a Brooklyn' need someone ta protect him?"
He studied her for a second. She seemed familiar, like he'd seen her around before. But no matter how hard he tried to think up a name and a place, it slipped away. He shrugged it off. Probably some kid wandering around before the war took place.
"Queens."
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Post by flanna on Jul 29, 2006 2:27:32 GMT -5
Flanna raised an eyebrow. "...your name is Mimic, right?" She smirked. "..I'm Flanna. Ex Queens kid." Or both Queen and Brooks...but that was beside the point.
"...they aren't to protect him. They are around to help protect his kids. The whole Spike situation and all."
She shrugged. "...well Queens ain't too horribly far away..I can direct ya onwards, or you could spend the night with me. Or I'll walk ya back."
Either way, she wasn't going to allow the first choice to be the one he took. He was tough, but he was still 8.
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Post by mimic on Jul 29, 2006 15:50:38 GMT -5
"I'se 'ill be fine," Mimic declared stubbornly. "I'se been in Brooklyn befoah.."
Yeah, once. And that was near the docks, and in daylight. He didn't have any experince with this part of the territory..And it showed as he stood up, brushed himself off, slipped his harmonica into his pocket and began to walk off...in the completely wrong direction.
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Post by flanna on Jul 29, 2006 15:55:03 GMT -5
Flanna smirked. If she directly corrected him, he would reject it and get himself more lost with running off.
Bribing would work better.
"Look...I'm sure you have." She patted a bag by her side. "Guess I'll have to eat this chocolate all by myself."
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Post by mimic on Jul 29, 2006 16:12:19 GMT -5
Mimic froze at the mention of chocolate, turning around, eyes wide. He had...a soft spot for chocolate. Alright, not a soft spot, an obsession. The young Queens newsie bit his lip, obviously considering it. Darn it.
"Well, I'se can't say no ta a lady in need." he stated, smirking slightly.
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Post by flanna on Jul 29, 2006 16:23:01 GMT -5
Flanna smirked. Bingo. Pulling out a small piece he tossed it to the boy. It was some of the best german chocolate you could buy, and it was the kind her mother used to buy. Always reminded her of home.
"I'll take ya back to the place I share." She shrugged. Razor shouldn't be that upset, she didn't think. Mimic was just a kid...
She started walking towards the apartment. "Come on..I'll make ya some cocca too."
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Post by mimic on Jul 29, 2006 17:12:19 GMT -5
A sinceire grin--not a smirk, this time--appeared upon his face as he caught the piece of chocolate. His whole face lit up when he popped it into a mouth, light brown eyes sparkling. The hard and suspicious look was gone, replaced with the simple joy of a child. Mimic actually looked his age as he followed after her, too dazed and utterly happy to object.
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Post by slick on Aug 12, 2006 21:19:32 GMT -5
Slick walked down the path looking at the nice flowers that linned the path.
'What a beautiful sight' she thought ' why can't all a' New York be like dis' '
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