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Post by Administrator on Apr 23, 2006 14:43:18 GMT -5
Found near the back of the lodging house, the Queens newsies have a very large washroom with rows of sinks and mirrors, though most of them are cracked.
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Post by flanna on May 10, 2006 16:13:24 GMT -5
Flanna looked around the quiet washroom and smiled. "Peace and quiet." The room was clean, if sparse and a bit rundown. Spotting the washing area in a corner, she looked around. Seems that everyone was busy in the bunkroom, so she could have a bath without being disturbed. She pumped the water into the bath quickly and set her soap and towel next to it.
Slipping her cap off, she pulled her ebony hair out of its bun, letting it fall about her shoulders. Running a hand through her hair she let out a sigh of relief. "Finally..." She quickly stripped out of her clothing, pulling the bandages off her chest and submerged herself in the water and began to bathe, her back to the door. She hardly ever got girly time, so she started washing her hair, feeling relaxed and carefree for the first time in a long time.
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Post by sparks on May 10, 2006 16:25:06 GMT -5
Sparks finally made his way fully into the bathroom, yelling "Boys Only Time!" to the girl in the bunkroom and laughing. Stepping in fully he pulled off his fresh shirt and hung it on a hook when noticed Flan's clothes hanging up as well.
"Heya Flan, Ise tellin ya, Ise like the goils and all but its good to have some time to get..." It was then that Sparks was halfway out of his pants that something finally clicked for him. 'The figure in the tub should is my pal Flan but the figure in the tub is not a boy but a girl, so that would make Flan a girl.' And right about then is when Sparks brain shut down and he shreiked, pulling his pants all the way on as he spun around, and then fell over into the sink.
"Gah, Flan... Youse a, a, a, a, a..."
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Post by flanna on May 10, 2006 16:32:20 GMT -5
Flanna heard Sparks come in but hadn't thought anything of it, so relaxed by the bath. "Mmhmm..." Right about the time Spark's shreiked, she screamed as well, grabbing her towel and covering herself quick. "Sh*t!!" She leaped out of the tub and slipped on the floor, falling down on her butt. A string of irish explicatives came flying out of her mouth as she stood, tightening her towel around herself, very aware that it wasn't as long as she would like it. She must look half drowned.
"I'm a girl." She tried to calm her breathing and stop her shivering, partly from the cold and partly from the shock of what just happened. She fought back the tears and took another deep breath "I guess I screwed this up." She stepped forward to touch Sparks' shoulder gently, not sure what kind of reaction she was going to get out of him...and slipped again, falling face forward into him.
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Post by sparks on May 10, 2006 16:42:49 GMT -5
Sparks barely had time to recover from the shock of what he saw when he felt Flan touch his shoulder, then fall onto him. Instictively he caught her, only to realize he was closely holding his near naked friend and then quickly dropped her and scooted back a foot, swearing lightly in Russian. Sparks wasn't like the other guys from his neighborhood, he was a real nice guy when it came to girls and he had never been this close a near naked one especially when he himself was half-naked. sparks quickly reached out and grabbed his shirt and tossed it at Flan. He whirled around to face the wall before speaking.
"Flan, Ise don't care that youse a goil but I really woulda prefoid to find out in a betteh way."
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Post by flanna on May 10, 2006 16:47:22 GMT -5
Flanna cursed again stood up quickly, knowing she was going to have brusises later. She threw on his shirt and managed to turn her towel into a form of long skirt quickly. "I's sorry, Sparks. Full name's Flanna. and believe me, I'd ratha ya found out I was a lass in another way as well." She turned bright red.
"I have my reasons." She touched him on the shoulder again, this time with a firm footing. "But you hafta swear this is between me and you. It's gotta be our secret." She paused for a moment. "I'm comfortable with you knowning, but not the others. Not yet."
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Post by sparks on May 10, 2006 16:58:10 GMT -5
Sparks looked back and seeing it was safe he turned around, totally confused, but somewhat understanding. Flan was swimming in his shirt though, and he couldn't help but chuckle at the sight.
"Ise won't be tellin noone nothing Flan. Ise git why goils sometimes hide behind guys clothes. Youse just lucky you got that Irish accent to help ya."
Sparks then chuckled at his next thgout, "Youse still up fo' going out and hittin the pubs right?"
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Post by flanna on May 10, 2006 17:00:22 GMT -5
Flanna let out a genuine smile that seemed to light up the room. "Definitely." She laughed softly. "Now. Do you want to go out with Flan or Flanna?" She looked at him for a moment, for the first time notcing his sheer size. "I doubt anyone would trouble us."
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Post by sparks on May 10, 2006 17:07:42 GMT -5
Sparks grinned back at the girl, relieved that she wasn't upset any longer.
"Well if wes in Queens its gotta be Flan or yous might be recognized. Anywheah else youse can be Flanna and no one has to know. Youse might wanna tell Prince though, if anyone undehstands it'll be Prince."
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Post by flanna on May 10, 2006 17:12:14 GMT -5
Flanna nodded. "Oh I know. I think the lass will be less defensive around me if I tell her." She smirked and pulled her hair into a bun quickly, slipping her hair under it. "I think we shall get along just fine, Sparks."
She smirked and grabbed her clothing, quickly changing in one of the bathroom stalls. Slipping back out, she nodded spartly as she saw herself in the mirror. "Well, Flan's ready to go out with ya. Just get ready yourself laddie." She winked.
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Post by sparks on May 10, 2006 17:22:43 GMT -5
Sparks laughed heartily, amazed at how different Flan and Flanna looked. All this gender-bending was getting to his head.
"Ise be out in five minutes then wes can go raise a little hell. Maybe one day Isell take ya back to the pub I woiked at befoah comin' heah."
Grabbing a towel off a hook he made his way to a sink to wash the days heat off his face.
"Ise guess Ise could get used to bein' the only fella in the lodgin' house fo' now," he said cheekily, "Providin' that none o' the goils are really guys who think the opposite o' you an Princey."
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Post by flanna on May 10, 2006 20:25:34 GMT -5
Flanna smirked. "Yes...you'll see how much hell this irish lass can raise. And I'd love to go the pub you used to work at." She paused for a moment. "You are Russian, originally, aren't you?"
She stood just oustide the door, allowing him some privacy if he wished to bathe quickly. "And I'm sure there are more lads, ye just be the only one in at the moment." She laughed at the idea of lads dressing as women. "If there be men dressed as women well...I suppose we could all quit the news business and join vaudeville!"
She sighed, happy to be comefortable in someone else's company. It was hard to be on edge all the time.
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Post by sparks on May 10, 2006 21:12:03 GMT -5
Sparks chuckled and slipped outta his clothes quickly just wanting to wipe off the day's sweat. He grabbed a towel and dippid it in the water and quickly bathed himself, talking the whole time.
"Russia born, Kitchen raised. Flare's and Ise folks got sick and died on the crossin', we was about three when wes landed and we was spossed to be sent to da orphanage. But a couple that got friendly with our parents on the boat took us with them to the Kitchen, theys was German. We lived with them fo' bout ten yeahs before rentin' a room of our own in the buildin'. Wes was doin' alright but they left fo' Joisey a few months ago. With things gettin' rough in the Kitchen and the Schwartzs gone wes decided now was the time to get out."
Drying off Sparks quickly grabbed his pants and walked back to the sink. He splashed some water on his face before dunking his head. Pulling his head out he grabbed a towel and dried his head off. He ran his hands through his hair and tried to smooth it out.
"A carreh in stage eh? Ise dunno, Ise don't got the legs fo' a dress."
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Post by flanna on May 10, 2006 21:29:32 GMT -5
She paused for a moment after hearing Sparks' story. "I'm sorry ye lost your parents at such a young age. But I once heard that great Russians don't die...they just sleep under the ground until the motherland needs them again. One must fear a dead man as much as a live one, for they still hold power. I like that supersition...perhaps indeed its true.."
She slipped down the wall and sat. "Is suppose since we are sharing stories I'll tell ye mine. Flanna adjusted her cap and spoke. "Me parents and I lived in Dublin until I was 10. We had to leave dear Ireland because me father stole some horses and finally got caught. And while they never told me, I also believe some of the women in our comminuty were shunning us for me witches' kiss --the grey white streak in my hair. " She laughed softly. "Ye know...us Irish are supersitious."
Continuing, "at 15 I started dressing in men's clothing after being assualted in the streets." She shuddered involuntarily. "I lost me parents about three months after that to Cholera. I managed to survive and hit the streets. I ended up pickpocketing. I occasionally sang for money as well, and then picked their pockets afterwards." She shrugged. "Did some work in the Kitchen as well. And ye are right. Tis' rough. I felt work here would be better though. I definitely need a legal job. Stealing may have been something my parents were good at, but I'd rather not."
Flanna laughed at the thought of him in a dress. "Ney, I doubt you would Sparks. Would be a bit awkward I believe." Her lilt became more jaunty in her amuesement.
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Post by sparks on May 10, 2006 21:48:15 GMT -5
Sparks nodded as he listened to Flanna's story, he'd heard many similar, hell, it was the way things worked in the Kitchen. It was nasty on the streets, that's why when Flare said she was going to Brooklyn, Sparks was relieved. Spot Conlon might be a tough kid, but he took care of his own and Flare would be fine there.
'Ise sorry to heah that. The streets ain't safe fo' goils, no mattah how tough theys are. Queens is nice though, one o' the betteh neighborhoods out theah."
Pulling his shirt on Sparks gave himself one last look in the cracked mirror. For a street rat he cleaned up alright.
"Alright missy, shall we head out to 'Hatten?"
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