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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 14, 2006 21:11:02 GMT -5
Blaize glared up at the tall newsie. "Hey, i am right here you know." He was midget sized compared to the other, but you couldn't say he wasn't brave. "I would like to be included in this conversation and learn what is going on here."
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Post by flanna on May 14, 2006 21:14:37 GMT -5
Flanna looked over at Blazie. "You need to learn to shut your mouth, brit-boy." She stood to her small height next to Sparks, looking like a angry 15 year old boy. "You are new here, and we are glad to have ye, laddie, but dont get all defensive and angry on ye first day. Or I'll give ye something really to be angry about." She rolled up her sleeve, showing she was ready to use force. She wouldn't normally have done that, but she was reaching the end of her patience. "We need to let Prince talk, so stop ye yappin'"
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Post by Prince on May 14, 2006 21:23:19 GMT -5
"Both of ya knock it off!" she said slamming the door. "Da last thin' I need is more fightin," she said. She looked at the people in the room. "Now listen up, we're in a war wit' Brooklyn and da Bronx. I dun wanna heah of any of youse goin' dere, got dat?" she said. "I catch any of youse anywhere but Queens and Manhattan, and it'll be your head," she said with a sigh. She took her hat off, and let her hair fall down around her shoulders. "Oh... dat reminds me... Flan, Blaize, I'm a goil... dun tell no one... thanks," she said as she sat down in an empty chair, and leaned forward hanging her head.
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Post by jockey on May 14, 2006 21:24:23 GMT -5
Jockey slipped into the meeting and looked around. She had just heard the word and hoped she wouldn't be too late. She moved over to Sparks and whispered softly. "What's goin' on?"
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Post by sparks on May 14, 2006 21:35:50 GMT -5
Sparks immediately sank down onto one of the couches, his head in his hands. They were at war with Brooklyn? They couldn't be wat war with Brooklyn. This wasn't good at all. He looked up from his hands with a dead serious look on his face.
"Prince, my sistahs in Brooklyn. How am Ise spossed to fight dem knowin' my sistahs once o' dem."[/size]
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Post by Prince on May 14, 2006 21:39:55 GMT -5
Prince looked up at Sparks, and her jaw went a little slack, but she quickly closed her mouth again. "I dunno... but cha cain't go see 'er. Fah one, I won' let cha. Fah two any Brooklyn newsie finds ya in da place you'll be beaten clean inta next week," she said shaking her head. "Sorry... dat's jus how it woiked out," she said with a shrug.
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Post by jockey on May 14, 2006 21:44:02 GMT -5
"What 'appened, Prince ta make us hate Brooklyn? Did Spot throw a fit agin or sometin'?" Jockey leaned against the wall, arms crossed over her chest.
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Post by flanna on May 14, 2006 21:46:04 GMT -5
Flanna's eyes went wide a bit when Prince took off her hat. she's like me.. She was willing to show Prince her own true gender...but not with that Englishman in the room. He wasn't allowed to know.
She was distracted from that when she heard about the fighting...while distressing, the fact Sparks was so upset was a bit more distracting. Unable to do more than squeeze Sparks' shoulder, she looked at Prince.
"So. War, eh? Whats that mean? All out brawling in the streets? Sabotage...what?" She bit her lip absentmindedly.
Remembering Jockey was in the room, she looked over at her with a fleeting glance. "War. Against Brookyln and Bronx. Hope you can throw a punch."
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Post by Prince on May 14, 2006 21:52:06 GMT -5
"It means dat if anyone is caught on deir territory you'll be torn limb from limb," she said. "See... dere was dis kid from Brooklyn, Spike. He was found dead... in Manhattan of all places. Ace sided wit' Spot, and I sided wit' Jack, and it went from dere," she said. "Deir all suspicious thinkin' it was one of youse guys, or one of da 'hattan newsies dat done it, an' won't admit dat dey did it demselves," she said glaring as her temper began to rise again.
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Post by flanna on May 14, 2006 21:58:32 GMT -5
Flanna sank down on the arm of the couch Sparks sat on, placing her head on one of her hands. "That..it just dunna make sense. I mean, he could have been killed by robbers, or just some random person...why do they think it is a Newsie? It...it just doesn't make sense."
She realized her hand was still on Sparks' shoulder and she removed it, hiding the blush on her freckled face.
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Post by sparks on May 14, 2006 22:08:55 GMT -5
Sparks looked up from where he was sitting and gave Flanna a weak grin. How could he not go se his sister. That was all well and good for now, but if anything happened to make him think Flare was in trouble, he didn't care if Spot Conlon himself was waiting, he'd go to Brooklyn.
"So dis is pretty serious den. I can undahstand why dey'd blame 'Hatten douh. I'd react da same way if one o' ours toined up dead in Brooklyn. What's gonna happen from heah on out?"
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Post by Prince on May 14, 2006 22:15:13 GMT -5
"Wull... until we's can resolve da issue... keep yasleves safe. Dun go doin' nothin' stupid, dun go crossin' enemy lines, an' if ya see anyone from anywhere else 'round heah either get me, or deal wit' 'em yaself. Either way get 'em outta heah," she said. "Oddah den dat... God help us..." she said quietly as she shook her head, and hung it downward once more. At the current time she was not looking forward to explaining this to everyone who had not come in already. She'd have to do that as soon as they came so that she wouldn't be explaining things a week from now. Speaking of which... "Hey... is anyone not heah dat should be?" She ran through her list of newsies in her mind. Dazzle would be on her way, she knew that, but other than that was anyone... technically no where to be found? She didn't know.
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Post by flanna on May 14, 2006 22:22:10 GMT -5
Flanna looked around. "Sam is missin'" (I dont know if she is still rping..but she is in queens)
She sighed. She was worried Sparks would do something rash to get to his sister. She would be safter with Spot than anyone, really...hopefully.
deal wit' 'em yaself. Either way get 'em outta heah,"
Flanna nodded her head resolutely. "Guess we'll have to fight."
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 15, 2006 4:00:52 GMT -5
Blaize had been quiet the entire time and he sat down in a chair, his eyes downcast and looking at the floor. He couldn't believe his luck. No sooner did he find a friend and find something to do with his life- and this happens. He is thrown headfirst into a war- and his friend is on the opposite side! Not to mention he was pretty sure no one in this borough was likely going to help him out- being British. He couldn't help it, couldn't change it, but it was still true. ((check out da sig. ^_^ that sums up his thoughts pretty nicely on that subject!  )) |
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Post by flanna on May 15, 2006 9:26:42 GMT -5
Flanna looked over at Blaize. "Yo. Don't mope. I knows it tough for alls of us, but wes got to stay strong." Blaize may have friends on the other side, but they all did. Nothing compared to have a sister over there.
She lowered her voice and took some of the harshness out of it. "Proove ye ain't like yer people."
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