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Post by Administrator on May 13, 2006 14:03:47 GMT -5
Fifth Avenue is a symbol of wealthy New York. Newsies who sell here ought to be looking their finest if they want any business.
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Post by gollymclean on May 23, 2006 16:13:57 GMT -5
Fifth avenue was one of the worst beats around. It was high class, the upper echelon of society and that meant whiney hoity-toity people who complained about everything. Golly was on his horse directing a few unwelcome visitors off the block before some rich woman whined to him about letting "theives" into the neighborhood. He prefered being amungst the middle class, at least they lived in the real world. He directed his horse into the shade of a building and slumped in the saddle. There were so many more important things he could be doing.
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Post by Sweets on May 23, 2006 19:19:10 GMT -5
Sweets attempted to smooth out her skirt as she came upon fifth avenue. She liked to sell here for the most part, the scenery sure was nice, and she liked to imagine she lived in one of the many extravagant homes. The people, sadly, were the downfall of the neighborhood. Fifth Avenue was home to the hoitiest of toities, and they weren't at all hesitant to let you know you were beneath them.
Finding a corner she found to her liking, she began hawking out headlines, trying to make them as sensational as possible, but being careful to move on quickly after a sale... people around here would get a cop in a heart beat.
Just as she was about to sell a pape to a sneering man in a top hat, she spotted a cop across the street. She sighed and shuffled her papers in her arm uneasily, rushing the man to pay so she could be off. There was just something about cops she didn't like.
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Post by gollymclean on May 23, 2006 20:32:39 GMT -5
Golly was jerked out of his daze by a little old woman. She called to him until he looked down and pointed across the street. Golly glanced to where her crocked finger pointed. A young newsgirl was selling, and looking at him, obviously aware that he might shoo her away at any moment. He looked at the woman again, sighed, tipped his hat and kicked his horse.
He slowly made his way through the crowd asking kindly for them to step aside, stopping traffic and steering around carriges. To him it all seemed like a little much just because of one little newsgirl. Snobs he thought and he made it up onto the sidewalk only feet from where the girl was making a transaction.
Golly leaned slightly out of his saddle so he wouldn't have to yell as loud, "Newsgirl," He said with an authoritative voice. "Move it along, I'se got a complaint 'bout ya." He was firm but as friendly as he could, if it was his choice he'd shoo the old lady away.
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Post by Sweets on May 23, 2006 22:33:52 GMT -5
Sweets cursed under her breath as she saw him approaching. She started shifting her weight from foot to foot, hurrying the customer along. When at last she had pocketed the coins she saw a shadow looming over her and she raised her head slowly, trying to look innocent.
She tipped her hat at him and gave a meek smile. "Afternoon sir." she said softly, shifting her papers into her other arm nervously. "A complaint huh? Well, I'll just be moving along then . . ." she mumbled as she walked away through the crowd. When she was several yards away she again stopped, glancing at him once cautiously, and began shouting her headlines again.
Part of her wondered if moving a few yards away would be sufficient and send him on his way, and another part of her thought perhaps he would find her innocent naivety endearing and let her be. Either way, she didn't plan on leaving Fifth Avenue with her papes.
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Post by gollymclean on May 26, 2006 15:39:43 GMT -5
Golly shoke his head, this is not what he needed. He took a deep breath and dug his heel into his mare's side. In a few moments he was hovering over Sweets again, shooting her an irritated glare. "Common newsie." He said, again leaning out of the saddle, "ya heard me bafore. Don't make dis harder than it needs ta be. Jus' take yer business elsewhere..hell even a block ovah, jus' not 'ere." He pulled himself back into the saddle and situated him self before looking back at her. "I hate ta do it, but ya really do need ta leave kid...." He put his hand in his pocket and fished around for some change.
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Post by Sweets on May 27, 2006 16:41:33 GMT -5
Sweets stared up at him wide eyed for a moment, a small frown tugging at her lips. Inside she was suddenly wondering how young this cop looked, surely the youngest one she had ever seen.
"But I . . . I . . " she glanced around helplessly, kicking the dirt with her toes. She suddenly stopped and looked up to him again, her innocent façade gone, and sighed. Beside the fact she knew she couldn't play this one, there was something about him that she felt was, well, trustworthy.
A small sideways grin spread across her face as she nodded her head and gathered her papers under her arm. "Shore. I'm gone." (Of course by gone she meant to take his advice and go only a block down) As she turned to leave she stopped and looked to him again, still grinning slightly. There were two kinds of cops in the city, the dirty ones and the good ones. She could already tell by his lack of, well, lack of using his night stick, that he was of the latter. Tipping her hat slightly, she turned to leave. " 'ave a nice day officah."
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Post by gollymclean on May 28, 2006 21:02:19 GMT -5
Golly gave a small smile back, the kids pulled on his heart strings. It was him only about seven or eight years earlier - hell some of them had been him competition and now he was the jerk putting them in the refuge. He fished through his pocket and felt a quarter. He looked at the coin for a minute, what would it hurt? He could afford it. He let out a faint clicking noise to coax his horse to move and caught up with Sweets, walking besides her. "Hey kid" He held out the coin, "can I get one of them papes?"
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Post by Sweets on May 29, 2006 21:03:55 GMT -5
She stopped, turning to look up at him. "Shore thing." she said, grinning and handing a newspaper up to him.
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Post by gollymclean on May 30, 2006 17:48:35 GMT -5
Golly traded the paper with the quarter and glanced at his new purchase. He foled it up and slid it into his saddle bag. "Keep the change, I know ya could probably use it more than I could..." He gave his loppsided grin and tipped his hat to her.
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Post by Sweets on Jun 3, 2006 21:25:58 GMT -5
"Gee thanks," she said beaming, tucking the change away in her shirt pocket. She never knew a cop to be so nice before! As she walked away she slowed down, glancing back to him and asking over her shoulder, "Ya got a name?"
With all the trouble a newsie could get into, it'd be nice to know cop who just might be there to help ya out.
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Post by gollymclean on Jun 3, 2006 21:57:28 GMT -5
Golly looked down at her again with a small smile. "Officer McLean" He called back to her stressing his title because he was well...touchy about that. He pulled his horse into the opposite direction and called to Sweets again, "Don't let me catch ya 'round here again, kid. Don't need ta get ya in any trouble..." He winked quickly and let his face go stern, didn't need some snob reporting him for negligence or something.
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Post by Sweets on Jun 3, 2006 22:17:39 GMT -5
noticing his wink, she nodded her head vehemently and hid her smile, showing all the pretentious snobs bustling around her what respect an officer like this one demanded from the "street rats".
"Shore, see ya 'round officah," she said, emphasizing it the way he had and giving him a small knowing smirk. With that she turned and vanished into the busy crowd, away from the young officer with whom she found herself, much to her own dismay, slightly smitten.
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