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Post by firecracker on Jun 6, 2006 19:01:35 GMT -5
"You tink I'se crazy now? Jist wait 'till I get some chocolate!" Firecracker exclaimed. Normally, had they been out on the streets, this would have drawn a lot of odd glances. However, this was Tabby's, a seemingly all newsies restraint. Nobody gave a second glance, since odder things must of happened among the 'workin' boys an' girls of New Yawk' before. "Better watch it or I'll put a 'hot rock' in yer pants while you'se sleeping. You forget dat I know where you sleep," she said good naturedly, taking on a haunting disposition.
Eyeing him as he leaned back in his chair, a small, mischievous grin appeared upon the blond girl's face. This usually meant trouble to the people it was directed at.
"Ya know, Pie Eater," she stated slowly. "Ya really shouldn't lean back in chairs like dat, nevah know what mean soul would come up and push ya down...." With a grin, her feet pushed on the chair gently, enough to make it wobble dangerously but not tip, luckily for the newsboy seated in it. Grinning innocently, she turned her attention on the table, apparently very interested in its design.
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Post by pieeater on Jun 7, 2006 1:10:34 GMT -5
Pie Eater reached for the table to brace himself from the expected fall. Quickly he leaned his weight forward causing the front chair legs to come down with a rather loud BANG. He stared at her, jaw limp, apparently in shock. "Yer jus' a regular devil!" His mouth was still open. What girl in her right mind would do something like that to a guy she just met? Right then he figured it out, she was a handful. "I sure am gonna 'ave ta watch ya - an' I don't doubt ya will do somethin' to me in my sleep! Short sheetin' and the likes..."
The air of shook dissipated when Pie Eater's two platefuls of food arrived as well as Firecrackers. He sniffed at his meal eagerly, tucked a napkin into his shirt, and started to chomp at his sauerkraut. After a moment and smiled and snatched one of Firecracker's rolls and licked it all over before taking a bite then replacing it to her plate. "Payback.." he said with a full mouth.
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Post by firecracker on Jun 7, 2006 10:48:27 GMT -5
Firecracker stifled laughter. Okay, so she tried for a bit, but after about a second of this, she burst out laughing. Honestly, had you seen his face, you would've too. Tears were soon rolling down her checks as she tried to regain her breath. Finally, she calmed down, a big grin upon her face.
"Ya should've seen yer face!" she cried, trying to imitate his exact facial expression. "It was priceless!" at his comments, she stood up and gave a mock bow. "Why, tank ya Pie Eater. Dat's even better than what Mr. Weasel called me earlier taday!"
As he licker her roll, it was Firecracker's turn to be in shock. However, this did not last long. Carefully, she picked up the roll, obviously not wanting to touch the saliva on it. After a moment of decision, she grinned and chucked it at his face. Then, she innocently turned back to her food, not wishing for her other rolls and sandwich to be contaminated.
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Post by pieeater on Jun 7, 2006 11:50:10 GMT -5
"Great now yer comparin' me ta Weasel!" He had no idea what to do with this one. As she laughed, caused herself to cry, and bowed he just stared, baffeled and embarassed. It had all be more reason to take her roll.
After he replaced the roll it was his turn to laugh. He started to laugh hard, just as she had minus the crying, little bits of chewed bread sporadically flying from his full mouth. It wasn't until the roll turned into a projectile and smacked his forehead that he shut up. The baked good bounched back onto the table. Pie felt his forhead, slgihtly damp from the roll giving some of his own saliva back. Pie Eater's eyes narrowed, this was it. He grabbed the roll, took another bite as it passed his face then put it back on HIS plate. Still watching her he scooped up some kraut on a spoon then flung across the table at her letting out a roar of laughter.
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Post by firecracker on Jun 7, 2006 12:06:29 GMT -5
"Ew!" Firecracker cried, ducking the sour kraut quickly. She wasn't too fond of the stuff, seeing how she had been forced to eat it in her younger days. Sometimes even the smell could make her a little nauseous. So, the article of food hit the wall behind her with a loud 'splat!' Her light green eyes darted around, hoping the waiter's hadn't noticed. Either they hadn't, or they were just choosing to ignore it, obviously not wanting the job of cleaning the mess.
"Shouldn't 'a done dat, Pie Eater," she scolded, picking up her glass of milk slowly and rising herself, a twinkle in her eyes. "I jist might 'ave ta....SOAK YA!" and with that, she poured the white liquid over her friend's head, grinning triumphantly and returning to her seat, as if she hadn't just poured her drink on the poor newsboy. She then returned to her ham sandwich, finishing it quickly and beginning to eat her remaining roll. The newsie sure as heck didn't want that one stolen.
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Post by pieeater on Jun 7, 2006 12:42:51 GMT -5
Pie tried to avoid the wave of milk, he really did. But when you doubt someone would actually do it and you hesitate it does not give much time to dodge. He let out a howl of shock when it rained down on his head. If it hadn't been for the milk his face would be crimson. He quickly wiped the substance from his eyes and looked around, people were staring which was no surprise. His clothes were wet and would be dry and crusty for days now (it was really his only outfit). Then the most horrible part of it all happened - there was milk on his plate. The glorious rolls were WET.
Pie Eater's eyes darted up at Fire glaring so hard as if to wish holes to burn into her. "You are nevah goin' ta live dat down..." He said in a low steady voice, "Better watch yer back Fire...and yer FACE" He wasn't one for revenge but there were exceptions. He scooped up all his sauerkraut in a bare hand and quickly leaned forward and smashed it in her face. "HA! TAKE THAT!" He yelled and quickly started to force his sandwich down his throat, it was only minutes before they would most likely get kicked out.
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Post by firecracker on Jun 7, 2006 12:59:08 GMT -5
Firecracker spluttered, holding back the vile puke that threatened to pour out of her mouth at the taste of the sour kraut. Before she could respond, an angry waiter came over to their table, waving his napkin like some kind of whip. She gulped, shivering as she felt the sour kraut make its way down her stomach. The waiter stormed up to her, grabbing both her and Pie Eater by their shirt collars and dragging them towards the door.
"OUT! OUT! OUT!" he bellowed.
"Gesh, I heard ya da first time!" Firecracker yelped, getting free of his hands and heading towards the door. "If I ain't got enough problems, now I'se deaf!"
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Post by pieeater on Jun 7, 2006 13:06:50 GMT -5
Before Pie was completely out of reach and grabbed the rest of his sandwich and two rolls for the road. Once Firecracker was free the waiter released Pie to walk on his own accord. He shrugged innocently at the man, not bothering to argue, and opened the door for Fire. He popped his hat - the only non lactose infested article of clothing he had- back on his head and ate his soggy bread.
"Good goin' there Firecracker" He said half joking one they were back on the curb. He enjoined the food fight to an extent but was somewhat irritated by the state he was in. "At dis rate I'se gonna sour after an' hour in this sun..."
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Post by firecracker on Jun 7, 2006 13:27:30 GMT -5
"So, how long do ya tink it'll take me ta get kicked out of all da restaurants in 'Hattan?" Firecracker asked good naturedly, throwing a face at the waiter who was now appearing to be cleaning up their mess. "Well, dere's got ta be some place we could go swimmin' dat would get da stink outta yer clothes. Not dat dey didn't smell already," she added as an after thought, grinning.
Taking off her hat she used it to wipe the remaining sour kraut off of her face, not really enjoying the smell of it. She grimaced slightly. Now her hat smelled. Joy to the world. Even if the suggestion of swimming was her idea at first, she was now thinking it would be good for her too. The newsgirl made a mental note not to get Pie Eater angry when he had sour kraut with him.
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Post by pieeater on Jun 7, 2006 13:47:36 GMT -5
"Dis rate? You'll be gone in a week.." He finished off his food.
Swimming. He raised and eyebrow not sure if that was the smartest activity to take part in with this girl. "Yer smellin' like a few ripe eggs yerself right now.." He shot back, wiping the kraut sludge from his hand. "An' if ya really wanna go swimmin ya got a few options." He held up a finger for each one "Central Park Lake...sure its kinda murky an' swimming aint encouraged...two, Harlem River but its in da Bronx. Three Brooklyn - I ain't taken any chances in Spot Conlon's territory" He put a finger down showing his unwillingness to even consider it an option. "Four, Queens has a few spots but to get there we gotta go through Brooklyn..." Stupid fighting made it such a pain to do anything. He shrugged not sure what to do.
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Post by firecracker on Jun 7, 2006 13:54:35 GMT -5
"Includin' da vendors?" Firecracker asked, smirking slightly as she leaned against a wall, thinking of their options. "I'll take da fourth option, dey can't soak me 'cause I'se a goil, and eidder way we can tell 'em we're goin' to Queens, right? Jacky boy wouldn't be too happy if we go soaked fer no reason. Bronx sounds like da best place ta pass through, less likely ta get soaked 'round dere. I'se don't know 'bout you, but I'se goin' ta Queens!"
With that, she headed in the direction she knew was Bronx and Queens, hoping above all hopes that she wouldn't get caught while passing through. She looked over her shoulder, cocking an eyebrow, wondering if the newsboy would follow.
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Post by pieeater on Jun 7, 2006 14:04:40 GMT -5
Pie Eater groaned as she walked away, now wishing she had chosen the gross central park option. Simply impossible. He didn't want to leave the island because he hated confrontation but then again he couldn't let this girl go by herself - she was bound to get herself in trouble. He jogged up to her side shaking his head.
"They'll soak ya girl or not - specially if yer pushin' people off chairs, dumpin' milk, or just being downright smart like you have been all day." He was blunt and to the point. "I doubt you'll be changin' yer mind though so I'se commin' with ya to keep you out of more trouble!"
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Post by firecracker on Jun 7, 2006 14:14:47 GMT -5
Firecracker rolled her eyes but smiled triumphantly, keeping up a steady pace as they drew closer to the Bronx. Obviously, she had yet to see the punishments of newsies who had headed into an enemy territory and was not going to rethink her descisions until she had. However, it would probably be too late when she did.
((Should we post in the Bronx or just go straight to Queens?))
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Post by Sweets on Jun 14, 2006 15:55:03 GMT -5
((New Day))
Sweets walked in with Davey out of the rain, thoroughly soaked. Holding back a sneeze she led them to an open table, dropping into a seat. As the thunder cracked outside she sighed. "What a lousy day."
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Post by prints on Jun 14, 2006 16:43:08 GMT -5
David followed Sweets into the restraint, thankful that Tibby's didn't have any leaking ceiling and glad to be out of the rain. He was dripping wet, he couldn't have gotten any more water on him had he dived into the Hudson River. While the warmth of Tibby's was welcoming, he also was uncomfortable in it. His clothes stuck to him uncomfortably as they began to dry off. He took off his hat immediately as he entered, knowing that even with the rain he was still expected to have manners. Damp and slightly miserable, he followed Sweets to the table, glad to rest after walking all around the city to try and sell his papers.
"No, really?" he muttered sarcastically, the weather dampening his mood as he tried to cling to a strand of happiness. As the waiter came around, he felt his spirits lift at the prospect of food. He was hungry, having skipped lunch to try and sell more of his papes. He ordered a glass of milk and a hot dog, feeling a little better.
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