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Post by Prince on Jun 6, 2006 23:34:59 GMT -5
Come on in, meet Kloppman, and relax!
With some ratty furniture and a dusty floor, this is the perfect newsie hang-out!
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Post by Sweets on Jun 7, 2006 14:50:03 GMT -5
Sweets walked into the lodging house, glancing around to see if anyone was around. She had been asked a favor by a particular Bronx newise and meant to keep it. "Skittery?" she shouted, hoping he was around. "You heah?"
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Post by Skittery on Jun 7, 2006 15:19:23 GMT -5
Upstairs, Skit heard his name being shouted down below. "who da hell..." he muttered to himself - obviously wasn't Kloppman, or if it was his voice definitely got a lot higher since walk-up calls. He left the bunk room and descended down the stairs until Sweets was in view. He smiled slightly and leaned on the banister. "Hows it rollin' Sweets?" He asked looking at her expectantly.
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Post by Sweets on Jun 7, 2006 23:10:36 GMT -5
"Alright," she replied, taking a seat on the sofa. "So I was in da Bronx taday... ran inta someone..." she grinned up at him.
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Post by Skittery on Jun 7, 2006 23:33:41 GMT -5
Skittery's eyes first popped, surprised and excited at once, then he squinted them suspiciously. He was leaning over the banister now.
ran inta someone...
He was pretty sure he know who, not many people in the Bronx would ever be looking for him, but how did Sweets know...Drifter must have said something.
"And..." He said skeptically not knowing where she was going with this then added accusingly "What were ya doing there anyways?!"
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Post by Sweets on Jun 8, 2006 0:37:38 GMT -5
She held back a grin, amused by his attitude. "It's none o' your business what I was doin' there," she stated matter-o-factly. "An' she told me ta tell ya she's sick o' waitin' around for ya," she said, grinning up at him and adding, "Says if you don't show up soon, she's comin' heah."
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Post by Skittery on Jun 8, 2006 0:52:25 GMT -5
Skittery walked down the stairs let out a mumbled curse and bit his lip. He hadn't gone to the Bronx at all - he wanted to but he hadn't and now she'd have his rear for it. Reaching the couch he put one foot up on it and hovered over Sweets. "You girls all the same, impatient and secretive..." He snorted at her, "That all she said on yer secret meetin'?" He asked slightly irritable. Her grin was annoying not to mention somewhat embarassing him.
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Post by Sweets on Jun 8, 2006 1:00:45 GMT -5
As hysterical as Sweets found boys, she managed to look indignant. "Impatient and secretive huh?" she huffed as she put her feet up on the coffee table and relaxed into the sofa, her arms crossed over her chest. "Well if we're so secretive, tell me, why would I tell you what else was said at out secret meetin'?" She peered up at him from under her hat.
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Post by Skittery on Jun 8, 2006 1:12:27 GMT -5
She got him there. He let out a groan because she was being difficult. Eying her for a minute he sighed and dropped his shoulders. "Cause its in yer name, Sweets." He sounded defeated and shifted his weight uncomfortably, getting all touchy-feely wasn't his specialty. "Common its important to me...I need ta go see her..an' I....I don't want her runnin' around gettin' hurt - you too for that matter." He snorted "stupid move goin' up there." He widened his eyes, "please?"
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Post by Sweets on Jun 8, 2006 1:17:37 GMT -5
How could she say no to that? For such a moody guy, he sure was a charmer. Feeling kind of bad she glanced up at him meekly. "heh, well, I would tell ya what else was said, cept that was it, all she said was ta come see 'er." she tried to smoosh down into the couch, feeling guilty about leading him on about it all. "An' my name's actually why I went up dare. . I just wanted a treat. . ." she mumbled, looking at her hands and shrugging slightly.
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Post by Skittery on Jun 8, 2006 10:56:23 GMT -5
Skittery scrunched up his face. A treat, ha. "Ain't a good reason ta get yerself beat." He fished through his pockets and pulled out a little cube of chocolate (which was conveniently in his pants..) it obviously had belong to a bigger bar at one time seeing as how the wrapper was folded over it several times. He dropped it on her stomach and smiled. "Stay outta there ok? Drifter's one thing, a lot of them wouldn't let ya go without a few bruises"
He hit the bill of Sweets' hat down over his face, now that he was in an excited jolly mood. "Thanks.." His smile crept into a grin which turned into a pensive frown as he contemplated his next move. "Guess I'se goin' to the Bronx...." He said more to himself and removed his leg from the couch. He started for the stairs in a daze, he needed to get ready.
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Post by Sweets on Jun 8, 2006 12:32:37 GMT -5
She grinned and grabbed the chocolate, leaping up from the couch and attacking him from behind in a hug. "You're the best" she mumbled into his back, then stepping back, headed for the door happily, "Oh, an' good luck!" she shouted, halfway out the door, "I know she'll be happy ta see ya, might wanna wash dat hair though. . ." she was already down the steps outside before she finished, her voice trailing off.
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Post by Skittery on Jun 8, 2006 16:36:41 GMT -5
It was amazing what a piece of candy did to that girl. She startled him with the sudden hug, actually it was quite sweet (no pun intended....) but of course she had to make it bitter sweet with that parting comment about his hair. He watched her go, running a hand through his locks, "An' whats wrong with my hair.." He mumbled to the empty room. Again he turned to go back up the stairs when he heard a chuckle behind him.
Skittery wiped around, seeing Kloppman behind the counter with a big grin, obviously hearing a good portion of the conversation. He turned red and hurried up the stairs, "stupid old man..." he grumbled upon entering the bunk room. It was time to get ready, and perhaps wash his hair.
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Post by ambereen on Jun 22, 2006 21:15:32 GMT -5
((new day/night...we are kinda behind. ^_^))
It was raining, but not as hard as it was over in Queens. Blink dashed up the steps and through the doors, shaking his head so that water ran down his neck and chest, dampening his already damp enough shirt. "Where's Jack?" He demanded of anyone in the vicinity.
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Post by Jack Kelly on Jun 25, 2006 22:55:41 GMT -5
Jack had been sitting in a lounge chair, talking over some legistics of the following day's lookout for brooks and bronx newsies into their territory when Blink came in, soaking and looking like something seriously wrong was going on.
Standing up, he addressed Blink, a bit worried. "Bink I'm here...what's going on? What are you doing wandering around in the rain?"
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