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Post by newsiesonamission on May 29, 2006 16:24:59 GMT -5
SlingShot nodded in agreement. "Yeah. Maybe some a dem are scared 'cause of the war..." She trailed off. Brooklyn? Scared? That had better not be the case...
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Post by fancy on May 29, 2006 21:27:16 GMT -5
Fancy had been listening intently to their conversation. She rolled her eyes in Spot's direction and preceded to stare straight ahead, pretending she hadn't heard a thing. Her caramel hair hung by her sides today and she had applied a tiny bit of make up for this occasion alone. The smooth black dress fit perfectly to her thin figure and her feet where placed delicatly in a pair of black strapy heels. She looked good, but not like the Fancy everyone else knew. They knew the rough around the edges Fancy, this was the Fancy that wouldn't have been out of place on the top of a christmas tree.
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Post by Cheater Hollander on May 29, 2006 22:19:49 GMT -5
Cheater quietly walked inside. In her hair was a small black bow. Black heels covered her feet as she made her way forward, her black dress went down just past her thigh. It was sort of evident that she had put on a bit of makeup, and because of the stoic expression on her face, it was hard to really know what she was feeling.
Large eyes settled on Spot and everyone else, and she slowly walked up the aisle and sat next to Racetrack. Funerals made her depressed and nervous, and now her eyes darted around, falling at last on the coffin.
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Post by Prince on May 30, 2006 4:03:18 GMT -5
It seemed almost everyone was there. It wouldn't be long before the service started, and the preacher showed up. Prince had convinced him just to do a simple service, as a favor to the newsies, and being a preacher, of course he didn't mind. Understanding man, after all. As soon as Prince gave him the go ahead he'd start, but she wanted to be sure that no one else was going to come first. She'd give it a few more minutes, or so. Then they'd start.
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Post by fancy on May 30, 2006 8:46:16 GMT -5
Fancy's eyes feel on Prince. She stood from where she sat and walked at a deathly slow pace over to her friend/enemy. "Morning Prince..." she whispered, smoothing the dress down her sides. She had been nervous to talk to Prince lately because of the little episode at the fountains, but she found herself incapable of even making eye contact with either Spot or Ace. She turned her back on them slightly and gave Prince a sad sort of smile.
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Post by flick on May 30, 2006 12:05:33 GMT -5
Flick stood at the door, he didn't really think he belonged here. But the kid had been a newsie and was dead. Everyone should show their respects. He looked around, none of the guys had changed, except him. He was in a suit he had found in his trunk. It was his uncles.
He looked around and made sure he knew where everyone was, he didn't want a fight to break out but some people was determined to make one.
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Post by spotconlon on May 30, 2006 14:38:09 GMT -5
Spot looked around, suprised at the amount of people who had showed up. He stood up, slighly nervously,"Thank you all for coming. It would have meant a lot to him." He nodded in Princes direction, " And does mean...alot to me." He sat down quickly.
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Post by fancy on May 30, 2006 17:22:07 GMT -5
Fancy smiled at him. 'Thanks Spot...' she mouthed at him. It was good of him to consider something like this for one of his newsies, and she admired that, she would give him that.
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Post by Prince on May 30, 2006 17:44:28 GMT -5
"Morning," Prince said quietly to Fancy with her own sort of smile, before Spot had stood up.
She watched Spot stand and say his piece, for the time being, and nodded back to him. It wasn't as though she could say no, now could she? Still, it had been nice of him to say something. She'd give the place a bit more time before she gave the preacher the word.
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on May 30, 2006 17:48:13 GMT -5
Race glanced up as Spot began to speak, momentarily forgetting that he was the enemy. After his speech Race frowned again, returning his head to his hands and staring at the floor. As much as he hated to admit it, he missed the arrogant leader he once called his friend.
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Post by gollymclean on May 30, 2006 17:54:16 GMT -5
Golly walked into the church, trying his hardest to keep his boots from clicking and disturbing anyone inside. He had been tipped off about the service and from what he new about the war from Red he knew there would be tension between the newsies. He came to hopefully stop anything from starting. He joined Flick at the door, not wanting to disrupt anyone. He glanced at the boy momentarily, removed his hat, and stood against the back door trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.
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Post by Cheater Hollander on May 30, 2006 17:55:14 GMT -5
Cheater continued to stare at the coffin, lost in her own world for the moment. She hadn't known Spike all that much, but she had seen him play poker and stuff... but just the whole thought of a funeral made her remember things...
she didn't like remembering them.
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Post by Sweets on May 30, 2006 18:04:47 GMT -5
Sweets stepped into the church quietly, glancing around immediately for a familiar face. Standing at the door she saw a police officer who had once bought a pape from her. She cocked her head at the officer sightly, wondering why he was here, but managed to tip her hat lightly, moving toward the isle.
She was relieved when she saw Racetrack's hunched form, but sat a ways away from him, wanting to give him his space.
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Post by fancy on May 30, 2006 18:24:33 GMT -5
Fancy turned her attention to where Spike's coffin lay. She had never met the boy, but he had been the same age as her sister had been when she died. A cold, hard tear fell down her cheek as she stared. She wipped her hand along her cheek, taking the tear with it. This was painful and she wanted to run and hide, but she had come to pay her respect to Spike and she wouldn't leave until the service was finished.
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Post by flick on May 30, 2006 19:21:17 GMT -5
Flick look over at the bull. Great just what we need. Flick wasn't sure if a fight would break out or not, but more likely it would.
"Whatcha doin' heah?" Flick said as he looked back at everyone. The kid shouldn't have died, Flick thought as his eyes fell on the coffin.
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(c)Red
