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Post by Cheater Hollander on May 20, 2006 14:02:14 GMT -5
Cheater stepped forward and caught Ace as he stumbled, looking at Sneaks before standing up, still supporting Ace and began to help him walk back to the Bronx.
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on May 20, 2006 14:05:00 GMT -5
Ace whispered for her to stop a moment and he stood up, for just a moment, turning his head back to Sneaks. "Dont take this ta mean i aint gonna try again."
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Post by sneaks on May 20, 2006 14:06:15 GMT -5
Sneaks laughed and smirked, placing one hand in his pocket, and waved with the other. "Guess I'll see ya tomorrow, then."
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on May 20, 2006 14:07:01 GMT -5
"Same place, same time." He said with a matching smirk. Yeah they understood each other all right. He gave him a two-fingered salute and resumed his going home.
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Post by flare on May 21, 2006 0:42:10 GMT -5
Flare couldn't help but feel a bit of pride as she watched Nicholi pummel the Bronx leader. Any doubts she once had on his ability to stick to his word about looking out for her were gone. She shuffled her feet quietly, debating over her next move. Flare trusted him, maybe it was because of the whole 'old-country' bonding thing, but whatever it was, aside from her brother, she trusted no one else but him.
She decided to suck it up and quickly made her way over to the boy. She grinned up at him a bit shy, last time they met it was on her turf.
" 'Ello Nicholi, nice fight."
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Post by Sweets on May 21, 2006 0:44:54 GMT -5
Sweets, who had stood back and watched Sneaks take care of it, now stepped forward. Raising an eyebrow at him as she grinned. "I think I may have underestimated ya Sneaks."
She turned to the other girl and looked between her and Sneaks. "An' who might you be?"
((bah, sorry I was gone))
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Post by sneaks on May 21, 2006 9:24:11 GMT -5
(aww it happens...sorry we couldnt wait for you!!))
Sneaks smiled at Flare. He was happy she was there. And proud of him, no less. He trusted very few people, but she seemed worthy of his trust. "Glad to see you made it here in one piece. And thanks..." He put a kerchief behind his head, pressing it to the small cut there. "I do have the most horrid headache, but I'm sure that bronxie is feeling more than just that."
He laughed softly and looked at Sweets. "Don't worry about her, Sweets. I said she could be here." He stood closer to her, to make sure Sweets knew that arguing wasn't the best idea.
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Post by Sweets on May 21, 2006 11:41:01 GMT -5
Sweets nodded, still having no idea who this girl was anyways. "So, she new or what?" she asked conversationally, thinking perhaps, what with all the recent newcomers, she just hadn't yet run into this girl at the lodging house yet.
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Post by sneaks on May 21, 2006 11:44:38 GMT -5
Sneaks patted Sweets on the shoulder. "Don't worry...she is just an old friend from the kitchen." He smiled his seductive smile knowingly at Flare. "We used to sit around spouting about the mother land...playing cards..."
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Post by Sweets on May 21, 2006 11:50:53 GMT -5
She noticed the weird looks being exchanged, and was getting a bit uncomfortable. "Well then, it's nice ta meetcha Flare," she said, trying to sound sincere as she offered her hand out to the girl. "ya know, for a second there I t'ought you was another Bronx newsie trying ta make off with some o' our papes heah," she said, still grinning.
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Post by sneaks on May 21, 2006 11:56:01 GMT -5
Sneaks smiled at Sweets. She was a good girl. He might explain things to her, he might now. But he knew that she wasn't going to start trouble, which was the most important thing.
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Post by flare on May 21, 2006 18:45:35 GMT -5
Flare shook Sweets hand, she had spunk and Flare already liked her. Flare was also totally relievd that Nicholi thought of the same cover story she had planned on using, it techinically was true afterall. And Sweets apparently bought it, she didn't spit in her hand, so she must really think that Flare was totally new. Also good news, because that meant none of the other 'Hatten newsies would recognize her. She didn't want Sneaks to get in trouble with Jacky because of her.
"Heya Sweets, nice ta meetcha," she said, slowly lettign her old Russian accent creep back into her voice, "An' Ise don't blame ya fo' bein' suspicious. But Ise definitely not from de Bronx."
She grinned at Nicholi, shaking her head lightly. "Bend down an' lemme look at dat. De last t'hing youse need is anudda hole in yoah head," she teased.
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Post by Sweets on May 21, 2006 19:03:53 GMT -5
Sweets smiled at the girl as she shook her hand. She was relieved that she was nothing more than a new newsie, not being sure what she would have done if it were otherwise. She turned her attention to Sneaks and grimaced slightly, noticing the bloody kerchief. "Yeah, you oughta clean that cut, it gets infected an' you're in trouble."
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Post by sneaks on May 21, 2006 20:53:09 GMT -5
Sneaks sighed. No use fighting both girls. Sitting on the ground so Flare would have a better view of the cut, he took the hankerchief away from the cut, wincing as the cloth stuck to the cut.
He smirked. "I might like another hole..I have.." He counted. "Seven already. Might as well make it an even Eight." He pulled out his cards and began to shuffle, feeling at ease.
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on May 21, 2006 21:13:04 GMT -5
Hands in his pockets, Race turned into the distribution center. He was in a fairly good mood, for the first time in days, and whistled softly to himself.
As he passed through the open gates he saw one familiar face out of three and wandered over. "Hiya Sweets," he greeted, looking at the other two now. "You two new or somethin'?" he asked with hardly a hint of suspicion in his voice.
He then noticed the blood on the back of the boys head and hissed in a breath. "Ooh, dat's gotta hoit huh? What happened heah?"
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