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Bunks
Apr 23, 2006 14:54:05 GMT -5
Post by Administrator on Apr 23, 2006 14:54:05 GMT -5
The Brooklyn newsies bunk room is upstairs and has high ceilings and dirty, broken windows.
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Bunks
Apr 27, 2006 21:31:41 GMT -5
Post by destiny on Apr 27, 2006 21:31:41 GMT -5
Destiny walks upstairs to the bunk room. Reaching top of the stairs she spins around and randomly picks a direction. She walks forward until she gets to the bunk closest to windows. Throwing her bag on the top bunk, she climbed up and settled in. Glancing around she frowned. Reaching out with her slevee, she cleaned grim off the window. Peering out, she nodded satisfactorly, curled up and went to sleep.
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Bunks
May 5, 2006 14:22:40 GMT -5
Post by newsiesonamission on May 5, 2006 14:22:40 GMT -5
SlingShot meanders in, looking overwhelmed. She sees the sleeping form of a girl near the windows and wonders who she is.
She looks around and picks the top bunk closest to the far wall.
She sits on the bunk, tired, but unable to fall asleep.
The still painful memories of her parent's death run through her head, and she cringes, trying to push the thoughts away.
She sighs and lays down to try and get some sleep after the weeks of sleeplessness.
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Bunks
May 5, 2006 14:26:57 GMT -5
Post by fancy on May 5, 2006 14:26:57 GMT -5
Fancy watched silently from where she sat on a bunk. "Hey... you okay there girl?" she asked suddenly.....
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Bunks
May 5, 2006 14:29:57 GMT -5
Post by newsiesonamission on May 5, 2006 14:29:57 GMT -5
SlingShot looks up, startled by the voice. Looking around, she locates its source.
"Who, me? Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little... overwhelmed..."
She sits upright. "Who are you?"
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Bunks
May 5, 2006 14:35:40 GMT -5
Post by fancy on May 5, 2006 14:35:40 GMT -5
Fancy smiled "I'm Fancy...." she surveyed the new girl "Who are you?" she leaned back against the wall and looked the girl up and down once more....
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Bunks
May 5, 2006 14:47:58 GMT -5
Post by newsiesonamission on May 5, 2006 14:47:58 GMT -5
She grinned back. Finally, someone friendly.
"Da name's SlingShot! Dat's what me mudder calls me... Well, used ta call me."
She lowered her head for a moment, then looked up again, forcing a smile.
"I'se new ta all dis newsie stuff... Me parents died an' now, here I am... It's all just so much, ya know?"
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Bunks
May 5, 2006 14:58:30 GMT -5
Post by fancy on May 5, 2006 14:58:30 GMT -5
Fancy smiled at her sympathetically "Yeah, i know what you mean... My family was murdered..." she patted the bed to her right "Come here..."
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Bunks
May 5, 2006 15:02:27 GMT -5
Post by newsiesonamission on May 5, 2006 15:02:27 GMT -5
SlingShot got up hesitantly and slowly walked over to the bunk Fancy was on. She sat down, but stayed rigid and wary, still not willing to totally trust anyone.
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Bunks
May 5, 2006 15:08:25 GMT -5
Post by fancy on May 5, 2006 15:08:25 GMT -5
Fancy smiled sadly at the other girl "So, how long have you been here?" she asked, trying to get her to relax....
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Bunks
May 5, 2006 15:15:27 GMT -5
Post by newsiesonamission on May 5, 2006 15:15:27 GMT -5
She calmed herself a bit. "A few days. I used to live in Manhattan in an apartment with my family. When they... died... I came here to get away. I heard about bein' a newsie and thought I'd give it a try, and ... here I am!"
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Bunks
May 5, 2006 15:27:29 GMT -5
Post by fancy on May 5, 2006 15:27:29 GMT -5
Fancy nodded "sounds good!" she looked at the girl with a new light "So, your parents died? do you wanna talk about it?"
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Bunks
May 5, 2006 15:30:30 GMT -5
Post by newsiesonamission on May 5, 2006 15:30:30 GMT -5
She shook her head. "No... I don' even wanna think 'bout it..."
She tried to suppress the inevitable tear that rolled down her dirty cheek, leaving a streak.
Defying her earlier statement, she began to talk. "Nuthin' much ta tell. They were killed by my brother, who killed himself aftawards. I left the house with nothing. Wandered 'round New Yawk for a few days... Then I landed here and heard about the newsies. Thought I'd give it a try."
She looked up, embarassed at having told all this to a stranger.
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Bunks
May 5, 2006 15:45:24 GMT -5
Post by fancy on May 5, 2006 15:45:24 GMT -5
Fancy turned the corners of her lips down "Similar to my story hun..." she smiled a sad smile and looked slingshot in the eyes "Everyone here has a story to tell and your not the only one with a rough past..." her emerald eyes went sightly cloudy as she thought of her own past...
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Bunks
May 5, 2006 15:48:05 GMT -5
Post by newsiesonamission on May 5, 2006 15:48:05 GMT -5
SlingShot nodded. "Yeah, you're probably right. It's just, so fresh in my mind and..." She trailed off as more tears freed themselves from her eyes and trailed down her face.
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