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Post by Prince on Jun 6, 2006 23:59:43 GMT -5
Fifth Avenue is a symbol of wealthy New York. Newsies who sell here ought to be looking their finest if they want any business.
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Post by firecracker on Jul 24, 2006 14:48:05 GMT -5
Firecracker weaved her way through the wealthy crowd, feeling out of place in her worn clothes. More than once she earned a glare from an old lady, who would always go away squawking about 'indecent clothing, indecent accent, indecent girl!' It annoyed the heck out of her. She was just passing through, not trying to sell any papers, as she had finished a while back. Glaring at a few of the rich folks, she continued on her way.
A gust of wind, however, ruined any thoughts of peace. Her hat was knocked off, flying through the air like some kind of deformed frisbee before landing a few feet away.
"Gosh darn it!" the newsgirl growled, taking after her hat, only to see it lifted up once again by a gust of wind.
Sighing, she ran after it, losing all manners as she followed the article of clothing. She nudged people out of her way as she sprinted after the loud orange cap, mentally cursing her short legs. Then, just to smite her, the cap stopped. In the street. Where carriages were currently being pulled by.
Wondering why the heck the world hated her today, she took a deep breath, and ran onto the street when she saw an opening in traffic. This was farther than Firecracker would usually go to take back a hat, but this hat was special to her, it was a reminder of her past...She shook such thoughts from her head. Better focus on the current mission rather than the past.
"Ah ha!" the Manhattan newsgirl cried, scooping up her hat and dusting it off, forgetting for a second she was in the middle of a street. However, when she saw a carriage coming right towards her, she remembered logic. With a yelp of surprise, she hastily dashed towards the sidewalk. For once, luck was on her side and nobody managed to crush her. Sighing, she placed the now dirty hat on her head. So much for a normal day.
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Jul 24, 2006 20:58:37 GMT -5
Having watched the entire scene from the sidewalk, a man came up to her, pulling his hat off his head in one fluid motion. "Are you all right?" The minute the words left his mouth, he knew he had messed up. He looked at Firecracker and turned his head away, knowing she would know who he was....But as to what he was doing...dressed up like a scabber, with his suit, and his slicked back hair... That was entirely another story. "um..I..."
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Post by firecracker on Jul 24, 2006 21:04:56 GMT -5
"Yeah, yeah, I'se alright," Firecracker informed him, brushing herself off, not truly paying attention to the man.
Once she was sure the dust was gone, or at least as much as she could get off, she looked up at him. After a second, recognition flickered in her light green eyes, and she took a step back, jaw dropping in astonishment. No, it couldn't be. She blinked, expected him to disappear. He remained firm.
"A-Ace?" she stuttered, truly astonished.
However, astonishment soon changed into anger. She took in the suit and his slicked back hair, seeming cleaner than she had ever been. Rage consumed her as she looked over the Bronx Leader, her small frame shaking. While rather laid back, she had a temper to match her nickname.
"You doity rotten scabbah!!" she hissed, barely stopping herself from punching him right then and there.
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Jul 24, 2006 21:11:30 GMT -5
"Maybe." He turned to look at her, hands in his pockets. "What does it mattah, Fire? Whatcha gonna do about it?" He looked into her eyes for a moment and snorted, turning away. It was killing him to act like this, but what else could he do? He had messed up this time. Really messed up.
"Just go on home." He muttered, "And fuhget you even saw me."
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Post by firecracker on Jul 24, 2006 21:19:42 GMT -5
"Fuhget dis, you doity, betrayin' liah!" Firecracker growled.
Logical thought, such as that she would never stand a chance against the Leader, had left her brain, replaced with burning fury. Without hesitating, she pulled her arm back, and released, sending her fist straight towards the newsboy's face, before pulling it back in hopes to do it again.
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Jul 24, 2006 21:25:16 GMT -5
Ace staggered backwards, hand coming up to his face in shock. "..Guess i deserved dat." He muttered, looking back up at her. "Look, i know what you think.."
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Post by firecracker on Jul 24, 2006 21:28:00 GMT -5
"Yeah, ya shoah did," Firecracker growled, restraining herself from punching him again, trying to calm down. Her brain was in shock as it tryed to process why the Bronx Leader would be in Manhattan, let alone dressed as a scab. "You'se bettah tell me what's goin' on if ya don't want anudda shinah to match da one I gave you'se."
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Jul 24, 2006 21:35:05 GMT -5
He sighed, running fingers through his hair. "....What do you want me to say? I cant tell you, Fire, i cant. Im not a scabbah, you have to trust me on this one." He looked at her, eyes serious. "Im givin ya my word as a leadah, im not doin anything unbecomin of a newsie."
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Post by firecracker on Jul 24, 2006 21:46:32 GMT -5
Firecracker was caught in the middle. The anger was slowly draining from her, followed by a strange exhaustion. Could she trust him? While he stood, dressed as a scab, unable to offer an excuse? But he had given her his word as a leader, a very heavy bargaining chip. It was her turn to sigh and run her hands through her hair.
"I trust ya, Ace." she finally decided, though hesitation sparkled in her light green eyes.
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Jul 24, 2006 21:49:06 GMT -5
"Go back home." He placed his cap back on his head, "Just go back home, and fuhget you ever saw me...No one can know where i am. Thats important...all right?" He was desperate to get her to listen to him, even a little. "You say you trust me enough to take my word im not a scabbah, now do me a favor, not as a leadah, but as a friend...please go home."
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Post by firecracker on Jul 24, 2006 21:55:29 GMT -5
"I better not regret dis latah, or it will be more dan a punch," Firecracker sighed, but nonetheless nodded her head. She didn't promise, that'd be going a little too far for her liking.
With one more glance, she turned on her heel and weaved her way back amongst the wealthy crowd, as if nothing had happened. But the scowl on her face and the dragging of her feet were dead give-aways to whoever knew the rather spunky girl.
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Jul 24, 2006 21:58:10 GMT -5
Ace watched her leave, shaking his head lightly. He had to do what he had to do. Pulling the brim down to hide his eyes, a dead givaway to the newsie crowd, he turned back to what he was doing. Trying to find Leone.
He needed to have a little talk with his dear brother. His kids were his life...and his brother wasn't taking what little life he had left away. He wasn't going to allow it. Not now, and not ever.
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Jul 24, 2006 23:05:20 GMT -5
(yah, i just posted. so sue me ^_^ )
Ace had finally managed to get a slight lock on his brother, actually it was a hunch, and he was betting it wasn't right...but what could he do? Slinking along, with his hat pulled down low, he flicked a knife into his hand, just in case, hiding it in his sleeve. He was tired of this...the deception, the deceit...he didn't want to know what Firecracker and the others would think if they knew he had once been a rich boy...master of an estate...what they would think of him then.
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Post by sneaks on Jul 24, 2006 23:10:25 GMT -5
Sneaks slipped his knife out the minute he noticed Ace. Damn kid stood out like a sore thumb in his outfit. Well, so did he, but that wasn't the point. HE was dressed like this because of Ace.
Damn kidd didn't know how to keep promises that were made to keep him safe. Ace seemed so intent on something else, he didn't notice Sneaks in his classy outfit.
"Excuse me, Ace." He tapped the other on the shoulder with his blade. "...but you don't need to worry about Leone killing you." His eyes were shimmering gold. "...I will do it for him"
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