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Post by Prince on May 15, 2006 23:32:49 GMT -5
A small cell of a room- with cold metal walls and a bare cot, with only one blanket, the only light comes from a small candle and a tiny window covered in bars. If you are put in here, something is really wrong.
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Post by Warden Snyder on Jul 27, 2006 21:33:03 GMT -5
Snyder instructed the police to toss both Ace and David into the cell for now. "Once the other Cardoni arrives the Jacob's boy will be all alone," he reminded the police men, who had wondered why they were putting both boys in the same solitary cell. The cops nodded as Snyder closed and locked the door leaving the boys in the cold dark room.
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Post by prints on Jul 27, 2006 21:42:02 GMT -5
David was unable to steady himself enough, and thus, fell to the floor in an ungraceful heap. He straightened himself into a sitting position, glaring at Snyder's retreating form, shivering slightly. How could it be so incredibly cold in here while outside it was more than ninty degrees? He glanced over at Ace, grimacing at the way his unconcious friend had landed. That was going to hurt in the morning.
He picked up the Bronx Leader and placed him on the sad excuse for a cot, knowing he'd need it more than he himself did. While utterly cold, he gave up the thin blanket to Ace. His unconcious friend couldn't move around to stay warm, but he could. He paced the room, rubbing his arms for warmth, while trying to figure out what had landed them here.
They had said something about another Cardoni...Ace's brother. David looked at the bars, they had to get Ace out of here. He'd survive, but if Ace's brother was behind the war, it was important that the Bronx Leader wasn't caught. However, the bars were firm, and even he couldn't think of a way out from the inside. With a sigh, he plopped himself down on the ground, hopin somebody knew they had ended up in the refuge.
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Jul 28, 2006 13:53:53 GMT -5
For a little while, Ace felt like he was floating. It was silent where he was, and his eyes felt glued shut. For a while he almost wondered if he hadn't woken up in time and Leone had killed him. Where that the case....Death was very bland, he decided. Struggling to open his eyes, a moan slipped from his lips. The closer he got to waking, the more pain he felt. Okay...so maybe he wasn't dead. Lord above in a matchbox, he ached. Cracking his eyes open, finally, he looked around, groaning. "Where the...."
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Post by prints on Jul 28, 2006 14:10:56 GMT -5
"We're in the Refuge, in not-so-solitary confinement," David explained, seeing his friend waking up. It was dreadfully cold in the cell, even though it was extremely hot outside. He'd never believed Jack's tales of the bitter cold, but now that he'd experienced it himself, he didn't doubt any of Jack's tales of the Refuge.
He sighed, shivering slightly. Here he was, locked up in a jail for kids, because....he had no idea. Only Ace could explain to him why they had ended up here. He shifted his light blue gaze to the Bronx Leader, not exactly sure how to ask. Taking a deep breath, he decided to get over it quick.
"Ace?" he asked simply. "Why are we here?"
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Jul 28, 2006 14:18:21 GMT -5
Ace had sat up, the room spinning for a moment. When he got it under control, he sighed and looked over at the other. "You're here....because i messed up and got you involved. Im really sorry, David. I didnt think...I wasn't expecting Snyder to come after me."
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Post by prints on Jul 28, 2006 14:33:09 GMT -5
"You didn't mess up getting me involved, Ace, you messed up by not getting me or Jack involved in the first place. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time," David stated firmly. The Bronx Leader had to see it wasn't entirely his fault. The Manhattan newsboy had merely been at the wrong place at the wrong time, it was merely a stroke of luck--good or bad--that had caused him to finally get involved in the war matters. "I didn't think Snyder'd come after you either, but we can't change what's happened, can we?"
With a sigh, he ran his hand through his curly brown hair, light blue eyes flickering around the room. They needed to get out of here. Or at least, Ace needed to get out of here. Without their leader, the Bronx would suffer. And the problem with his brother--whatever that was--seemed important, too...But there was no way out that he could see. The bars on the window were firm, and he didn't have a key to unlock the cell.
Ace's brother....What was going on between the two siblings? His gaze flickered back to his friend, obviously questioning. The Bronx Leader hadn't explained why his brother would help start the war in the first place before they were...interupted. Again, the only way to find out was to question.
"Ace," he said slowly, knowing newsies' pasts were often touchy subjects. "Why would your brother want to start the war in the first place?
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Jul 28, 2006 14:47:51 GMT -5
Ace paused and looked away, his eyes pools of deep blue. "What if i were to tell you, David Jacobs..." He said softly, slowly, "That this war is entirely my fault?" He refused to look at him as he got up, pacing the little cell, holding himself tightly. In fear, or for warmth... Whatever it was, it was reflected in the leader's eyes.
"What if i were to tell you this whole thing started because i left Boston and came to New York. That my brother followed me, and planned this out with Snyder. That Spike was just like you...in the wrong place at the wrong time, and that Im the one responsible for not only his death, but the trouble this entire war caused. What would you say to that?"
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Post by prints on Jul 28, 2006 14:57:06 GMT -5
"Then I'd say," David began slowly. "That you didn't plan the war, that you didn't pay the Delanceys to kill Spike, that you didn't fuel it by killing him in Manhattan territory. You are not your brother, Ace. It's not your fault. You're just like me and Spike; in the wrong place at the wrong time. Even if you hadn't come to New York, Snyder would eventually have thought something up. Your brother just helped things a long a bit. This /isn't/ your fault."
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Jul 28, 2006 15:01:49 GMT -5
"I dont know about that, Davey, I really dont." He looked out the bars, sighing. "You want to know my past? Then I'll tell you." He was quiet for a while, and then gazed back at him. "How much do you know about the Cardoni family in Boston?"
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Post by prints on Jul 28, 2006 15:09:40 GMT -5
"I know that they're wealthy, one of the most prestigious families on the East Coast, and..." David trailed off for a moment, remembering what Snyder had said when he tossed them in the Refuge. "that you're one of them."
Knowing Ace might be surprised at how he had figured this out, he decided to explain. "While you were unconcious, one of the gaurds was confused why we were both put in here," he began. "Snyder said 'Once the other Cardoni arrives, the Jacobs boy will be all alone.'"
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Jul 28, 2006 15:14:08 GMT -5
"Guilty as charged." He muttered, "Daniel Cardoni....Youngest son and true heir of the Cardoni fortune and estate. Surprised?" He looked over at his companion, "Imagine, the Bronx leader being a rich kid in disguise." He snorted and listed to what the other said. He was silent for a little longer, and the bowed his head so that his bangs hid his eyes. "Oh he did...did he?" There was an odd note to the other's voice. "Guess my time's up. For some reason....i thought i'd manage to cheat death again. Guess not."
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Post by prints on Jul 28, 2006 15:50:02 GMT -5
It was almost sad to see the Bronx Leader like this, seemingly hopeless and afraid. Though David was surprised, shocked even, to have found out Ace was a rich kid. He'd been lied to, sure, he hadn't forgotten when Jack had lied about his own past, but it wasn't as big as this. He sighed, running a hand through his curly brown hair, trying to process what he'd just been told. His eyes widened slightly when Ace seemed to just give up.
"Sorry to sound like Crutchy here," David began with a small grin; the optimistic Manhattan newsboy was always encouraging others. "But you can't give up yet, Ace. They can break your body all they want, but once they've broke your spirit..." he trailed off, shaking his head. "There's no way to heal it."
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Jul 28, 2006 16:05:27 GMT -5
"Im tired, Davey." He sat on the edge of the cot, "You dont know what i've lived through...and you wouldn't understand me either. You have a family that loves you, parents who care...I didn't. I had two parents who barely came to see me as i grew up, and a brother who tormented me daily, nearly killing me several times before i made it out of there."
His voice was bitter, cold even. "But I haven't given up, not yet. Im not one to just quit, even if it looks hopeless. If Leone kills me this time around...thats what happens. If i come out on top...then i have to thank God for giving me another chance. Either way, you have to get out of here."
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Post by prints on Jul 28, 2006 16:32:57 GMT -5
David nodded, not denying the fact he wouldn't understand what Ace had gone through. He was more thankful for his loving family each day he spent with the newsies, even when Les was annoying the heck out of him. He couldn't imagine getting beaten by anybody, just because they were /bored/. It made him question humanity's intelligence.
"There's only one problem, " David reminded him with a sigh. "There's no way out from the inside."
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