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Post by Prince on May 16, 2006 0:05:44 GMT -5
With the impressive houses, the people that live around here have got to have some change for a pape!
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Post by flanna on Jun 2, 2006 22:52:54 GMT -5
Flanna sat on a stoop, nursing a bottle of whiskey she had. Her side was killing her, but she wasn't going to go rest. She was fine with Sparks having boy time..but boy time meant that he also might get in trouble and kill someone if a bronx or brooks newsie showed up. She Hoped the whiskey would dull things abit, and she also hoped that she would hear screaming if something bad happend.
Then she realized: money. Papers. Might be a good diea to sell some. Stashing the bottle at her side, she rummaged in her bag for the few papers she had, and began to sell. At least she was making herself useful. Even if she couldnt breathe all _that_ well.
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Post by cherscaper on Jun 3, 2006 15:43:42 GMT -5
She had just finished selling her first papers as a newsie. She was excited, that is, until she realized she had no clue where she was. She didn't even know if she was in Queens anymore.
*Oh god, my first week in New York and I'm lost!*, She thought to herself.
Luckily, there was a girl up ahead who looked like a newsie, so she figured it was safe to ask for directions.
"Umm, 'scuse me miss." she said, approaching her, "Would you happen to know how to get back to Myrtle Avenue?"
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Post by flanna on Jun 3, 2006 15:48:02 GMT -5
Flanna nodded at the girl. "...I'm a newsie, not a miss. Flanna." She held her hand out to the girl, spitting in it. "I assume you're new to New York..no worried. I can get you there." She spoke very softly, her side hurting her too much to project with any real force.
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Post by cherscaper on Jun 3, 2006 15:54:00 GMT -5
"Are you ok, you look like your about to keel over."
She had seen the newsies spit in their hands, so she mimicked the act.
"Thanks...Flanna."
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Post by flanna on Jun 3, 2006 16:01:57 GMT -5
Flanna laughed and regretted it, breathing in sharply. "Sorry. The war you know..got in a fight earlier with a Brookie." She smiled. "What's your name, and where' ya from? I'm Irish by birth..."
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Post by cherscaper on Jun 3, 2006 16:09:55 GMT -5
"The names Claire, I'm part Norweigian, part Armenian. I'm staying with my Uncle over on Myrtle. Hey, are you sure you can make it? You could just point me in the direction, I don't think you can walk it."
She prepared herself in case the girl fell over. That must have been a heck of a fight.
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Post by flanna on Jun 3, 2006 16:13:19 GMT -5
Flanna smirked. "I'll be fine. I've been in worse scrapes before." Oh she had. Looking like a male and pickpocketing got her in quite a few fights in the past few years. "Nice to meet you. And come on...lets head on over there." She put her stuff away and started walking, taking a sip of whiskey. "Want some?"
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Post by sprints on Jun 3, 2006 16:25:18 GMT -5
Sprints walked down the street, not knowing Queens well enough, he decided to wander around until he thought he did. His lips formed a sort of shape that would suggest he was whistling, and that he was. It was a strange tune, not really following any particular pattern, but it was a tune none-the-less.
Seeing two other people, his whistling ended abruptly and he walked a bit closer.
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Post by flanna on Jun 3, 2006 16:28:22 GMT -5
Seeing the male, Flanna immediately took on a more strong stance. Strange boys always put her on edge, and the fact she looked like a female now made her feel vunerable. She waited until he said something though. Maybe he was fine.
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Post by sprints on Jun 3, 2006 16:30:43 GMT -5
Sprints raised his eyebrows and raised his hand in greeting. "Hi." He said, feeling a bit stupid that he couldn't say anything else at the moment, but his mind was the kind of mind that, when it came time for a greeting, stood up and said 'buddy, you're on your own'.
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Post by flanna on Jun 3, 2006 16:36:17 GMT -5
Flanna calmed down a bit, running a hand through her tossled black hair. She spit in her hand and put it out. If he was a newsie, he would know what to do. "Flanna." She gestured over to the other. "And this is Claire. I sure as hell hope you are a queens newsie, or you are in the wrong place."
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Post by sprints on Jun 3, 2006 16:41:29 GMT -5
Sprints wracked his brain for a moment, trying to remember why newsies spit into their hands, then he remembered and did the same, shaking Flanna's hand.
"Yeah, I'm a Queens newsie, and the name is Sprints." He said with a small grin. "So, why exactly would I be in trouble for being in Queens if I wasn't a Queens newsie?" Having come back from Italy only a few weeks ago, he still hadn't heard about the borough war going on.
That reminded him...
"Hey, do you know anyone by the name of Cheater? I've been looking for her."
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Post by flanna on Jun 3, 2006 16:47:53 GMT -5
Flanna snorted. "Yeah. I know where Cheater is. And you aren't going after her." She sighed. New newsies are going to get themselves killed. This war was getting too serious. "There is a burrough war going on. A boy died and they took sides. Queens and Hattan on one, Brooks and Bronx on the other. People are getting hurt...you can't go after her just yet."
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Post by sprints on Jun 3, 2006 16:51:02 GMT -5
He swore, but nodded. "Great... so when do you think this thing'll be over? Does a certain side have to win, or is it just a never-ending thing?"
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(c)Red