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Post by rose on May 14, 2006 19:51:34 GMT -5
Rose shakes Hawkeye's hand, "You too."
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on May 14, 2006 22:03:28 GMT -5
Race grinned at the new girl and stood like a gentelman. "Da name's Racetrack," he said, extending his hand. "Nice ta meetcha Rose, wheah is it that ya from?"
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Post by rose on May 15, 2006 11:21:40 GMT -5
Rose smiled and shook his hand, "Heya, Racetrack. Nice ta meetcha, too. I'm from Manhattan, a little new around here."
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Post by hawkeye on May 15, 2006 11:34:21 GMT -5
"Hey, we'se from 'Hattan too," she motioned to Race, Sweets, and herself, "How long ya been here for?"
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Post by rose on May 15, 2006 15:04:39 GMT -5
Rose shrugged, "Not long at all, I don't remember exactly how long, but nothing worth braggin' about."
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on May 30, 2006 16:08:38 GMT -5
"Ya shore came ta be a newsie at a lousy time, dare's a war goin' on ya know." he said somewhat darkly, shuffling his cards out of habit.
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Post by rose on May 30, 2006 16:21:33 GMT -5
"Yeah, I 'eard," replied Rose as she watched Race shuffle his cards.
She looked around in attempt to change the sour subject, "The food any good 'ere?"
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Post by hawkeye on May 30, 2006 16:36:50 GMT -5
Hawkeye nodded to Race's comment, "'S us an' Queens 'gainst Brookie an' the Bronx," she sighed and leaned back in her seat.
She laughed, "Yeah, the food ain't too bad. Speakin' of which, Race," she tilted her head to the side, smirking at the Italian, "Weren't ya sayin' that ya jus' won big at the tracks an' were offerin' ta pay for lunch?" she grinned playfully.
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Post by Sweets on May 30, 2006 16:49:06 GMT -5
Sweets grinned at Hawk and turned her attention to Race. "I like da sound 'o that . . ."
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on May 30, 2006 17:40:52 GMT -5
"I shore did!" he said, his bright grin returning to his face. "It's on me ladies, order whatevah ya'd like." He stuck his cards back in his pocket as he continued. "Ya know at first I was real upset 'bout not bein' able ta go ta Sheepshead, but look what it's got me! Dat new Queens track aint bad."
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Post by hawkeye on May 30, 2006 18:08:10 GMT -5
"If the Queens track means free lunch, then no, it ain't too bad at all," Hawkeye laughed. She picked up a menu from the table, scanning through it quickly.
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Post by firecracker on Jun 6, 2006 15:02:32 GMT -5
((NEW DAY))
Firecracker bounced towards the tables, examining the infamous 'Tibby's.' Pie Eater had led her here after they had bumped into each other--quite literally--at the harbor. After dragging him in the wrong direction, teasing him, and distracting him, it seemed like a miracle that they had even arrived at the restaurant. She plopped herself down at the window table, waiting for Pie Eater.
"Alast, dear Pie Eater, after our noble quest we have finally arrived at Tibby's, where da noble bread awaits you," she said over dramatically, mischief sparkling in her light emerald eyes.
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Post by pieeater on Jun 6, 2006 16:01:38 GMT -5
Upon entering the restaurant Pie removed his hat like any man with manners would. His hair was its usual matted down mess. Pie Eater sat down shaking his head at the younger newsie. "Keep laughin' at the bread like that I'll make sure ya won't get any!" He said narrowing his eyes at hers. She was just a bundle of energy and sarcasm, almost like a female Racetrack on a sugar high. "Yer crazy, know dat?"
He studied the chalk menu on the wall and counted a lump of coins in his pocket so he could see what he really could afford. When a waiter came by he ordered. A Ruben (on his coveted rolls), sauerkraut, and a few rolls on the side. He never took eating lightly as it was his vice.
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Post by firecracker on Jun 6, 2006 16:45:22 GMT -5
"But 'a course!" Firecracker cried, rolling his eyes at his 'threat.' She had fifty pennies, exactly, jingling in her pocket, and she was going to make good use of them. It was a small profit, but a managable one. She had another quater to use tomorrow to buy her papes, so she could waste the fifty cents on whatever she felt was important. Right now, a nice cold glass of milk, turkey sandwhich, and roll sounded important. When the waiter came around, she ordered her food, before staring at Pie Eater as he ordered what seemed like everything.
"You think I'm crazy?" she asked, shaking her head. "I'm not da one trying to eat all of Manhattan inta starvation!"
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Post by pieeater on Jun 6, 2006 16:56:23 GMT -5
Pie had made a need little stack of coins which would cover the cost of his food on the table. "Ha! Ya think thats somethin'? Jus' wait 'till I got a big profit!" He laughed and leaned back in his chair so that it was balancing on its back legs. His arms stretched behind and supported the back of his head.
"Yer da one jumpin' 'round like somebody dropped a hot rock in yer pants! Dis is da calmest ya've been since I ran inta ya...Somebody needs ta switch yer sugah wit some salt" He smirked at her, feeling more comfortable with her goodnatured attacks and actually being able to think of a few meeger ones in response.
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