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Post by flanna on Jun 3, 2006 16:54:14 GMT -5
Flanna shrugged, sighing. "Until the killer is outed, or brooks and bronx run out of money..I just don't know. I want it over." She just wante peace and quiet. Time to breathe.
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Post by sprints on Jun 3, 2006 17:01:10 GMT -5
Sprints sighed. "Wonderful... well I hope it ends soon because I gotta talk with my sister sometime..." he mumbled absently.
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Post by flanna on Jun 3, 2006 17:26:08 GMT -5
Flanna paused and looked at Sprints with a smirk, and to Claire as well. "Well..if all three of us went into Bronx, and stayed off of the main drag...we might be able to make it. They all know me as a male, and none of them have seen you or Claire before. It might work..."
Oh, Sparks would kill her if he found out she was even suggesting that.
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Post by sprints on Jun 3, 2006 17:29:52 GMT -5
Sprints raised his eyebrows again and leaned against the wall. "Well, yeah..." he began, not really finding anything wrong with that plan.
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Post by cherscaper on Jun 3, 2006 20:26:54 GMT -5
She had just stood there taking it all in. She had heard her Uncle mumble the word 'War' in his sleep, but she never knew what he meant. A boy had been killed and now the newsies were fighting. From what it sounded like, Flanna and Sprints wanted to go into to other newsie territory.
She waged a war inside herself, afraid that if she didn't go she wouldn't make friends.
After a hesitation, she replied
"Alright, I'm in," and spit in her hand and held it out to Sprints.
She was definitely going to wash her hands when she got home.
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Post by sprints on Jun 4, 2006 8:59:54 GMT -5
Sprints spit into his hand and shook Claire's, a slight smile on his lips. He didn't like doing the whole spit shake thing, but he would if he had to.
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Post by cherscaper on Jun 4, 2006 18:44:07 GMT -5
"It sounds a bit dangerous, Flanna, are you sure you know where Cheater is?"
It sounded more than a bit dangerous. She didn't want to get beat up just because she sold her papers in Queens. She was starting to believe these American kids were crazy.
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Post by sprints on Jun 4, 2006 19:08:27 GMT -5
"Well we know she'll probably be in Bronx, so that's a given clue... and if we don't get seen by anyone but her, it'll be okay... for the most part..." he added in a quieter tone the word 'maybe'.
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Post by cherscaper on Jun 4, 2006 21:26:00 GMT -5
"Well, thats reassuring." she muttered to herself.
It was going to be a long day and she couldn't back out. She was scared to back out, the newsies seemed to like to fight. She preferred to think things out and solve them verbally.
Plus Flanna was a newsie, she'd know what to do in a sticky situation. *I hope* she thought with a gulp.
"So do we need a plan, or do we just stroll on over there?"
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Post by sprints on Jun 4, 2006 21:28:13 GMT -5
"Stroll probably wouldn't be the best word to describe it. More like tiptoe." Sprints said with a wry smile. He hadn't fought in a while, and wasn't really a fan of fighting again for quite some time. But he came back to New York, and he hadn't really expected it to be all fun and games.
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Post by flanna on Jun 5, 2006 14:56:55 GMT -5
Flanna laughed. "We'll sneak about. And I for one, I'm not going to fight. If we get caught. There is a thing called running. And thats what we'll do." She paused. "Besides...none of the bronx newsies know you two are from queens. You can pass as new bronx kids. I'll just jet. Trust me...what could go wrong?"
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Post by cherscaper on Jun 5, 2006 17:36:18 GMT -5
Possibly alot. Oh she would be in trouble if her Uncle found out.
"Alright, lets go."
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Post by sprints on Jun 6, 2006 8:27:41 GMT -5
Sprints had perked up at the thought of running, and nodded in agreement. "Okay... which way to the Bronx?"
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Post by flanna on Jun 6, 2006 17:41:51 GMT -5
Flanna nodded. "Well..its settled." With that, she began to lead them to the Bronx.
(go to oak in bronx now kiddos)
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