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Post by Skittery on May 18, 2006 14:42:23 GMT -5
Skittery scratched his head with his free hand pondering the situation. Not walking across the city was quite appealing as was her company, but then again did he want to take crap from anyof the guys?
"I don't wanna be makin' all the decisions..." he muttered not wanting to to be controling and decisive. He looked down at her his jaw set offsides so his mouth was twisted up. He spoke quietly, half to himself, "If ya stay here ya can have my bunk. I'se can find a couch or kick someone else out..." It was his way of showing his opinion without being foreceful. He gave her a toothless smile and let go of her hand so she could start down the ladder.
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Post by drifter on May 18, 2006 15:27:28 GMT -5
Drifter climbed onto the ladder and slowly started her trip down. If she stayed in 'Hatten, she knew she was going to have a good time, and she felt bad making Skittery walk back to the Bronx and then back to 'Hatten, and she didn't see him wanting to stay in the Bronx. He didn't exactly say yes or no, boys really had an awful habit of being confusing.
She tipped her head up to answer Skittery, "Well, if Ise stays Ace is gonna 'ave my hide foh not tellin' 'im wheah Ise went. An' they'll be all those fun awkwahd questions I'll get once Ise back at the lodgin' house," she said. The with a small girn added, "Ise can't wait to see the look on Ace's face when ise tell 'im Ise stayed in 'Hatten."
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Post by Skittery on May 18, 2006 16:07:38 GMT -5
Skittery peered down at her an let out a quick laugh, pleased with her dicision. "Yer jus' lookin' ta get me in trouble arn't ya?" He shook his head and started his own desent. "Ace 'ill 'ave both our hides - 'cause common I kidnapped ya..." He was glad to see she chose hanging out with him over going home, so defiant in her own way, it was charming.
When he got to the ground he recovered his stick and searched the ground for his ratty brown hat. He kicked some papers and crates around and growled when he couldnt find it. He looked back at Drifter, his usual sour look stamped on his face, "Ya seen it? I can't go 'round showin' off yer beautiful stylin' skills..."he grumbled pointing to his ridiculous hair which thanks to her was standing on end.
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Post by drifter on May 18, 2006 16:21:49 GMT -5
Drifter rolled her eyes and looked around for a moment. She leaned over and reached into one of the larger crates near where the impetuous boy was having a minor fit and pulled out his hat, with a smug grin on her face. She handed it over to him before poking him in the chest.
"Ise didn't heah you complainin' up theah, an' Ise ain't gonna put up wit youse bein' grumpy all night," she said folding her arms across her chest, "Youse Skits, ah' a biggeh pain then I. Yoah lucky I like you."
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Post by Skittery on May 20, 2006 20:12:03 GMT -5
Skittery snatched the hat back quickly, slightly irritated and embarased by his outburst and his momentary bad vision. He pulled it onto his head and retaliated by poking her back, hard, in the shoulder. He looked at her, slightly offended only the way he could be. She didn't take his crap which was new for him. He bit his tounge from saying anything he might regrett.
After he pushed up his left sleeve which had fallen down Skitt grabbed for her hand, his face softened "Don't be gettin' all smart wit me...or i'll take ya back ta the Bronx" it was an empty threat - he wanted her in Manhattan. He started to lead her back on to the main road. "If I didn't like ya, Drifter, then ya'd still be stuck in dat park - alone. So I think yer lucky I like you." He let out a snort, still slightly pouting.
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Post by drifter on May 20, 2006 23:52:16 GMT -5
Drifter absentmindedly rubbed her shoulder where the boy poked her, apparently underestimating the power of his poke. She frowned slightly, but couldn't help but let it slip from her face when he reached out and grabbed her hand. Boys, especially SKittery, were very confusing. But who can mad at a pouty face?
"Shoah Skits, whateveh youse say." she said amusedly, "But today turned out to be a lot betteh than I thought it'd be."
To the Lodging House we go, finally, lol.
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Post by Skittery on May 21, 2006 5:15:04 GMT -5
Skittery shifted his arm so that Drifter hand was linked into it like a proper escort. He flased her a wide grin, pleased by her comment despite his embarassments only moments before. Without another word he lead her off, away from the harbor and towards his home.
((ok next post somewhere at the LH just look for mind..))
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Post by firecracker on Jun 5, 2006 17:54:20 GMT -5
((New Day))
"'Drinkin' Wadda Contaminated By Sewage!' Disease spreadin' quickly! Is yer wadda safe? Dese are tings you've gotta know, folks!" called out a rather small and nimble girl, waving a 'pape' in the air and hollering above the din of the harbor. It was exactly a lie, since a pipe had cracked a bit, or so the story said. This was just more interesting. Six people took interest in the 'contamination.' Grinning, she thanked them, pocketed the pennies, and moved on quickly. By the time they had found the story, she was long gone in the bustling crowd.
She counted her remaining papers. Ten. Not so bad considering it was almost noon. Sighing, she wiped her sweaty brow, deciding a break was in order. Three more people actually came up and asked her for a paper while she rested, but others only glowered in disgust at the newsgirl sitting down on the grubby sidewalk near the harbor. Firecracker only grinned back, shuffling her papers every once in a while. After a five minute break, she was back on her feet, blond braids swinging, emerald eyes bright as she called out the 'improved' headlines.
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Post by pieeater on Jun 6, 2006 1:26:54 GMT -5
Pie Eater came running through the crowd, pushing a few people here and there. There was no room to be nice and polite when an angry customer was on the prowl. He sure as hell didn't need a bull comming by and pulling him into the refuge because he cheated one hoity buisness man. He looked back and couldn't see the man who had taken chase, but he kept moving anyways. While he was looking behind he pushed past a few more shoulders and ran directly into Firecracker.
Pie's attention quickly snapped forward and he sighed, relived that it was only another newsie but blushed at the same time because it was a girl and someone he'd most likely see around on a daily basis. "Uhhh.." He stumbled over his words slightly, "sorry 'bout that.."
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Post by firecracker on Jun 6, 2006 11:02:33 GMT -5
"Oi!" Firecracker yelped in surprise, getting knocked to the ground. Curse her short build, everything seemed to manage to knock her over. After the world stopped spinning before her eyes, she shakily got to her feet, looking down at her papers. They had fallen out of her arms, but luckily the people had been polite enough to step over them rather than on them. She quickly picked them up, knowing that she would not be as lucky next time.
"Dat's alright," she said with a shrug, her light emerald eyes glittering with amusement. "Not everyday ya have the pleasure of watching the woild spin before ya," she said sarcastically, before spitting in her hand and holding it out to the newsie. "Name's Firecracker, do I get ta know da name of da person who could've given me a concussion?"
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Post by pieeater on Jun 6, 2006 11:47:47 GMT -5
Pie Eater blushed again, not used to the sarcasim she directed towards him. For being such a big guy, he really was a bumbling idiot at times. Spitting in his own hand he grabbed Firecracker's "Pie Eater" He suddenly remembered why he had run into her in the first place and looked around quickly - no sight of the customer so he relaxed a bit.
When he retracted his hand he wiped it on the seat of his pants, because really now, who wanted to walked around with saliva all over their palms? "Sorry..." He appologized again while inspecting his hand, "I ain't always dat graceful..."l
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Post by firecracker on Jun 6, 2006 12:04:43 GMT -5
Firecracker stifled laughter. She'd hate to make him feel uncomfortable, but Pie Eater, you had to admit, was a strange name. She had often thought her name was a little out of the ordinary, but compared to the newsboy's nickname, it was rather normal. Wiping off the saliva on her pants, she grimaced slightly. That was one thing she never would get used to about the newsies; their wet greetings.
"S'alright," she said, watching him inspect his hand, unable to bite back the comment. "How's da hand inspection goin', Doctah Pie Eater?"
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Post by pieeater on Jun 6, 2006 12:20:37 GMT -5
Pie's eyes went back to her face and he quickly dropped his hand. Well wasn't she a little smart one. He smiled lightly catching her own grimace, "Checkin' out alight, don't look like youse got any infectious disesases." He flicked his head towards her hand, "looks as though ya may need an inspection too..." He let out a long sigh and adjusted his bandana, "I nevah have liked da idea of swappin' spit on me hands - its like an awkward kiss" He shuddered slightly thinking of all the little kids like Snipeshooter and Boots - all those kids who pick there noses and never wash their hands it was disgusting.
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Post by firecracker on Jun 6, 2006 12:36:37 GMT -5
"Nah, I'se don't need an inspection," Firecracker said, pretending to be cocky. "I'se Firecracker, and I'se invincible! No germs can slow me down. 'Sides, I'll probably get sick from da ink on me hands rather den da saliva," spotting a crowd of 'richies' going by, she smirked. "'Scuse me for a moment..."
"Huge Boat Sinks! Millions Lost At Sea! Could one of yer relatives be swimmin' wit da fishies?" she called out, attracting the rich folk's attention. Who knew a large tugboat sinking could sell so many headlines? After a moment, she returned to Pie Eater, papers gone and a few pennies sparkling in her hand. "Do ya know where I can get a bite ta eat around 'ere? I'se starved!"
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Post by pieeater on Jun 6, 2006 13:04:16 GMT -5
"Invicible from germs but not big newsies plowin' ya over..."Pie watched her sell, amused by her headlines. It was always amazingon what one could make up to trick people into buying. He had one pape left, rolled and stuck into his back pocket - but that was for himself.
When Firecracker mentioned food Pie Eater's eyes lit up. Eating was one of his favorite activities! "I sure do!" He respondeed eagerly, "Dere's a few 'round...but Tibby's, oh man their bread is ta die for!" He was practically drooling just thinking of the warm rolls.
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