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Post by slinks on May 14, 2006 13:56:53 GMT -5
"If y' 'ave tha' attitude, yeah." Looking at him, the boy seemed to be already dieing. "Ge' a job...A newsie, or dock job. Those're bes, an' not to bad either."
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 14, 2006 13:58:08 GMT -5
He scuffed his shoe along the floor, contemplating. "I was a dock worker once...i couldn't handle it." That left only one thing, but he didn't know...he was heading into unfamiliar territory.
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Post by slinks on May 14, 2006 14:04:11 GMT -5
"Well then, join us newsies! It's no' tha' bad. Ye jis' go'a watch out for th' richies." She snorted, tapping her foot to a tune drifting over from another part of the room. "No' a lick o' sense between 'em."
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 14, 2006 14:05:16 GMT -5
He had no idea what she was talking about, but the idea...was tempting. And what did he have to lose? "Sure...Why not." He smiled a little.
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Post by slinks on May 14, 2006 14:20:15 GMT -5
She grinned. "Fantastic, mate! Wha' par' o' New York've ye seen most? Gettin' ye in there migh' 'elp."
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 14, 2006 14:24:17 GMT -5
He frowned a bit, "Um, Queens actually. That's where my mother took me before."
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Post by slinks on May 14, 2006 14:37:06 GMT -5
She grinned mischeiviously, hiding it behind her hand. This could be interesting. "Prince 'as plenty o' room left, if yer wantin' a lodgin' 'ouse." Pause. "Ye want t' go see 'im?"
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 14, 2006 14:44:29 GMT -5
He looked down at his half-empty cup of tea. Throwing it back he nodded, "Yes, i think that might be a good idea." He set the cup down.
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Post by peem on May 14, 2006 14:55:21 GMT -5
Peem sat quietly, listening. He was never one for talking a great deal. No need to show more than he needed to. Some people called him mysterious, but he would just call himself stoic. Or quiet.
He spoke up. "I'm starting as newsie in Bronx tomorrow." He shook Slink's hand. "Yer a pretty barind, I'll say that." He wasn't flirting, it was just his scottish nature slipping out. He put his hand out to Blazie, speaking quietly. "Ye..seem to be from Britain. ...guess you're bloody English, aren't ya?" Like most Scots, Peem wasnt too keen on the English.
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 14, 2006 14:58:23 GMT -5
Blaize paused a second, looking down at the hand before he took it. "Yes, i am." He said just as softly. He didn't want to have a problem, had no problem with the Scots. After all, you couldn't change what you were.
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Post by peem on May 14, 2006 15:00:13 GMT -5
Peem flashed a quick smile. "Ney..dunna worry. I may not like ya damn country as a whole, but ye can't help what ye are born. Ye always start out with a clean slate with me."
He smirked and let out a little chuckle. "However, I do pity ya a wee bit. After all...ye were born English and not from Scots..." He winked, letting him know it was a joke.
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 14, 2006 15:02:12 GMT -5
He laughed, "I dont know how well i would survive." He teased, "And you likewise." Leaning forward just a bit, he smiled, "I'll tell you a secret...I dont like it that much either." Speaking, of course, about Britain.
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Post by peem on May 14, 2006 15:06:54 GMT -5
Peem let out a hardy chuckle and patted Blaize on the shoulder. "Ye are alright. I do say tho...ye brits do make a good cuppa tea." He smirked. "And I guess we are techincally Americans. Who am I to split hairs?" He nodded. "So..ye going to take the lasses' advice? To be a newsie? It's good work..."
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Post by Blaize Ackman on May 14, 2006 15:08:39 GMT -5
He looked out the window, over to the cemetery, to where he knew his mother was buried, in the English section. For a second he was quiet, and then he nodded, "Yes, i will. I have nothing else to lose after all."
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Post by peem on May 14, 2006 15:12:30 GMT -5
Peem let Blaize have his moment and spoke again. "So you'll be in Queens? I heard its a perverbial lass festival over there." He laughed. "I ain't so sure about Bronx..but I head its run by a good lad."
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