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Post by Administrator on May 18, 2006 18:48:16 GMT -5
Need to buy some flowers for a special someone? Want to a place to sell some papes guaranteed to be busy?
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Post by slinks on Jun 6, 2006 12:35:26 GMT -5
Peeking around the corner, Slinks stepped out of the back alley network she'd been traveling through, taking in the whole street. The flower cart, a few shops, lots of people...And nothing hit her as familiar. Oh, Christ...where is this?
Tipping her hat down over her eyes so as to not be easily recognized, she started off at a slow, I-know-exactly-where-I'm-going saunter towards the flower cart. She could ask the flower man where she was.
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Post by Sweets on Jun 6, 2006 23:18:05 GMT -5
Sweets just finished selling her last pape and started her way home. She always liked walking by the flower stand, they all looked and smelled so beautiful.
Seeing a girl, an obvious newsie, she paused, stepping to the side of the cart and watching her.
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Post by slinks on Jun 7, 2006 1:32:18 GMT -5
The flaw in her walk - the crate she didn't see due to the tipped-down hat brim. As she took a step closer to the flower cart, the crate came into view just in time for her booted foot to catch on the edge, sending her falling ungracefully to the cobblestones.
Hitting the ground with an undignified thud, Slinks noticed a slight breeze on the top of her head. Looking off to the right, she saw her hat get stepped on by a few kids.
She swore loudly, making the kids turn and look at her with wide eyes and open mouths.
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Post by Sweets on Jun 7, 2006 10:27:52 GMT -5
Sweets had to struggle to stifle a laugh, watching the girl get her dusty hat. But now that it was removed she was more concerned, she'd never seen this girl around before. Stepping back a bit she continued to watch her.
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Post by slinks on Jun 7, 2006 15:08:27 GMT -5
Replacing the hat firmly upon her head, she glanced around, looking for anyone who might have recognized her. Seeing noone she continued to the cart.
And nearly swore again. The cartman had disappeared. Great, lost, and most likely in one of the 'enemy' boroughs.
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Post by Sweets on Jun 7, 2006 23:16:38 GMT -5
Sweets had waited long enough. Stepping out from beside the cart and sauntered over the Slinks, eyebrow raised. "An' who might you be?"
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Post by slinks on Jun 12, 2006 15:40:42 GMT -5
Keeping her hat tipped down over her eyes, she shrugged. "Depends 'n where I am, mate."
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Post by pieeater on Jun 12, 2006 17:57:40 GMT -5
"Hurry up!"Pie Eater was walking fast, Firecracker in tow. Really he hadn't slowed down since they left Queens and was breathing hard now and sweating through his damp cloths clung awkwardly to his body. He caught a glimpse of Sweets, knowing she was Manhattan and made his way over to tell her the news, not sure if she knew or not. He looked briefly at the other person, not really caring or taking much time to figure out who it was. He was too anxious.
He looked quickly at Firecracker then returned his attention to Sweets, "Got important news for ya" he talked fast, somewhat slurring his words in between his deep breaths. "Bronx is out!" He spit it out and now leaned over to catch his breath, hands on his hips.
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Post by firecracker on Jun 12, 2006 18:21:01 GMT -5
Firecracker followed quickly, mentally cursing her legs for being so short. She had to take two strides for Pie Eater's one. There were moments she wished she was a little taller. And this was one of those moments. Her clothes were still wet, which was a relief rather than a burden in the extreme heat of a Manhattan summer. Her light blond braids swung behind her as she jogged the last few steps, catching up with Pie Eater, looking equally tired. The usual ball of energy was silent for a moment, catching her breath.
"Yeah, we'se heard it from a very reliable source," she added, wondering how she could understand Pie Eater's words. "Ace hisself! Dey also tink dey know who killed Spike."
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Post by slinks on Jun 12, 2006 20:58:25 GMT -5
Despite her trying to stay forgettable, Slinks choked on the air she was breathing, eyes widening behind her hat-and-glasses barrier. "'E said wha' now?!" She managed, hacking, staggering backward from the Manhattan trio.
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Post by firecracker on Jun 12, 2006 22:06:29 GMT -5
Firecracker cocked an eyebrow at the staggering newsgirl, obviously suspicious. Last time she had tried to help an 'enemy' newsie, the results hadn't been pretty. She had a feeling that the girl wasn't from around here. But, hey, if she didn't know the girl was from an enemy territory, how could she be responsible for letting her off the hook? So, she ignored the fact that she had not seen her around Manhattan, and was probably from a different borough. Can't be judged by where you came from. That was supposed to be the greatest thing about America; equal rights, and you weren't supposed to be judged by your race, gender, or where you came from. As far as she could see, the thing seemed to be a faulty tag line for the country.
"Bronx 'as backed out," she told her, more slowly now that she had caught her breath. "Didn't want ta get 'is guys hoirt, I tink."
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Post by slinks on Jun 12, 2006 22:30:40 GMT -5
Spot won't have liked that..at all. With Pie Eater there, she knew she was in Manhattan. That made things easier. Face slightly pale, she looked at all of them. "Sorry mates, go'a run." She said, spinning and heading down the street. Getting back to Brooklyn would be easier, but now..they were alone.
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Post by pieeater on Jun 12, 2006 23:02:25 GMT -5
It clicked for Pie after she was running away. "Slinks?!" He yelled at her back, he'd seen her around before. He looked at the others slightly dumbfounded, "she's Brooklyn..." He said quietly and more coherently now that he caught his breath. He wasn't the type to go cause problems so he let her run, she was on her way out anyways. "Guess Brooklyn's our only 'enemy' now.." He wiped his brow of sweat and sighed, this war was ridiculous and it sounded like Brooklyn was in a bad jam.
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Post by firecracker on Jun 12, 2006 23:23:22 GMT -5
"Brooklyn 'asn't done nuttin' ta me, so I ain't goin' after her," Firecracker said, shaking her head at the fleeing girl. "She wasn't spyin' or anyting, or at least we can't prove she was. Best not ta wast our breath trying to catch up wit her now."
Sure, Brooklyn had made it hard for her to get a decent swim because she had to wander across it to get to Queens, but Firecracker wasn't one to hold grudges...Well, at least not over those kind of things. The war, in her mind, was silly. Why even have it? However, she remembered something an old friend said...
A tall boy, perhaps only eleven, lounged on a dock on the New Jersey coast. Beside him lay a petite girl of equal age, light blond braids swaying in the breeze. A distraught look was plastered upon her face.
"Hey, Smudge?" she asked, slightly hesitant.
"Mmm hmm?" he replied lazily, not bothering to open his eyes.
"Why is it dat me bruddah, and yer bruddah, are always fighting?" the younger Firecracker asked.
"Because, Firecracker," her friend said, opening one emerald green eye and pushing a strand of black hair off of his forehead. "Without rivalry, where is adolescence?"
She shook herself from the memory. His words made sense. Pride and stubbornness were major parts of all of the leader's personalities. But another thing fueled the war; the ignorance of youth.
"Without rivalry, where is adolescence?"
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