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Post by smokey on Oct 11, 2008 0:09:40 GMT -5
"Could be better," she shrugged, "could be worse." She paused, searching her mind for the boys name, knowing more likely than not they had met before she started going by her real name again. Then it hit her. She'd been thinking about it so hard that when it finally did come to her she blurted it out. "Backlash!"
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Post by Zeke Cooper on Oct 11, 2008 0:18:30 GMT -5
A grin splashed across his face, but he still hadn't the faintest who she was. Sadly he probably wouldn't remember until she told him-- again. "Heh, Zeke Cooper, Backlash--- been awhile since I've called myself that..." He'd started boxing seriously and had forgotten the Newsie nickname. Everyone at the lodging house just called him Zeke.
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Post by smokey on Oct 11, 2008 0:38:41 GMT -5
Marzena grinned, raising one eyebrow. "Ah, Zeke..." An easy, single-syllable name she could remember, hopefully. Figuring he probably didn't know who she was, she figured she's help him out. "It's Smokey, well Marzena." Smokey wasn't a newsie name. In fact Marzena had never sold one paper in her life or read one for that matter. It was a nickname given to her by her mother when she started chain smoking some years back.
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Post by Zeke Cooper on Oct 11, 2008 16:00:13 GMT -5
He nodded and slowly thought back and then smirked when he remembered their prior conversation. "Ah! Morzena-- I remember now, Smokey. The good looking dame with the extra smoke--" He let out a breath and that let out a line of smoke before he sat up and snuffed it out on the crate. "You out alone, Morzena?"
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Post by smokey on Oct 11, 2008 19:07:20 GMT -5
Incidentally, Marzena hadn't had a smoke in what seemed to her to be two years; two weeks was more accurate. She had tried to cut down and withdrawal was not treating her well. Her hands often shook which is why she usually kept them in her pockets so it would not be mistaken for nerves.
Alone? She was always and never alone at the same time. How that could be, one had to figure out on their own. She had to figure it out. She gave a small nod. "Yeah."
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Post by Zeke Cooper on Oct 11, 2008 20:24:39 GMT -5
Zeke had a lot of things it figure out himself but he knew where he stood, he would stand with Spot, use his fists to help his leader but there was something weighing on his mind. And he wasn't sure what it was honestly.
"Ah, not waiting for some bloke to sweep in?" he smirked a little and leaned back against the crate, clasping his hands behind his head.
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Post by smokey on Oct 11, 2008 21:25:41 GMT -5
"Pfft, not the kinda guy you'd be thinkin." The irony of his words stuck to her. It was true she was hoping for a man to come in her life, but that man was her father. Most the kids on the street, if not all of them, had bad memories of their parents and wouldn't spit on them if they were on fire. Marzena, however, was extremely close with her father and she was almost positive he knew her situation and knew where she was. She just had to be patient for the right moment.
She put her twitching hands back into her coat pocket. "That's the last thing I need, anyway." She looked over him with a sly smirk. "And what about you? Wouldn't 'spose you're waitin' on anyone."
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Post by Zeke Cooper on Oct 12, 2008 17:26:39 GMT -5
He laughed out right and shook his head, "Nope, just thinking about how Brooklyn needs a good cleaning is all. Paper prices went up so I haven' had time to sell, eat, Box and find a dame all at the same time so it's come down to Box, sell and eat, had to cut out one because I can't afford to survive any other way.." The selling was loosing though and the Boxing was winning.
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Post by smokey on Oct 12, 2008 17:53:01 GMT -5
"Oh man, tell me about it. Seems like this place is going to the dog." She agreed Brooklyn definitely needed some work. It used to be people would take pride in the place. Back in her father's day, the streets were cleaner. There wasn't so much raff running around. Then people moved in from Manhattan and other places and it not only became overcrowded, but a joke. "'ey, but talk to the Mayor about that one."
And for the second time, the prices for the newsies to purchase their newspapers had been raised. It didn't affect Marzena in any way; she wasn't a newsie and besides Zeke she only knew of one other person who was and she wasn't close enough to either of them to care enough about it.
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Post by Zeke Cooper on Oct 12, 2008 20:16:18 GMT -5
He tended to agree, "You're right about that, girly. You're right about that. I look around this place and the lodgin' house and I say to myself, 'Zeke, you gotta start poundin some sense into these idiots..." And he tried now more than he used too. There were maybe a handful of people at the Lodging House worth their salt.
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Post by smokey on Oct 12, 2008 21:08:03 GMT -5
"Well then Zeke," she began with a smile, "you better start poundin' some sense into these idiots. I hear you're pretty good with that," she said, referring to his boxing.
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Post by Zeke Cooper on Oct 13, 2008 22:26:42 GMT -5
He laughed and nodded looking at his fist that for once wasn't bloody. "Yeah, I'm fair..."
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Post by smokey on Oct 15, 2008 6:18:43 GMT -5
"And modest." She grinned. ((sorry really short. its 5 in the morning and i gotta get to work  ) |
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Mar 29, 2009 15:16:39 GMT -5
*NEW DAY*
Fighter sprawled out on the crates, basking in the warmth of the sun. The cold winter had not been one she enjoyed and with spring well on its way she planned to enjoy the sunlight as much as possible. She'd finished her shift earlier that day and planned on laying out until the sun went down. "God it's gorgeous out."
If Fight hadn't been worried about some of the dock workers getting a little to adventurous she would've taken off the button up shirt she wore and just laid out in her undershirt but Fight didn't feel like dealing with the problems that could occur from that today. Pulling her hair out from beneath her and letting it fan out abover her face she sighed completely content with her plan for the day.
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Post by finnie on Jul 2, 2009 22:49:53 GMT -5
$@#nEwDaY#@$
Knock knock anyone home? It was a little house, Finnie Jinker decided. A little house made out of wood with a flat roof and no door. Poor little person in the little house didn't have a door. "Poor little person. There's no door. There's no door in your house..." Finnie Jinker started looking for a door so the little person could get out. Could they be friends? Finnie Jinker was sure the little person would be his friend. If only Finnie Jinker could find the little door to the little house. He knocked again. "Hello my friend. Hello. Hello, my friend. I'm looking. I'm looking all over. I'm looking..." He knocked on one side and then the other, and then the other and the other and on the flat roof but there was no door. Perhaps the little person is sleeping. Sleeping. Sleep meep creep weep. Don't cry. "Don't cry my friend!" yelled Finnie Jinker. "I'm still looking!"
Finnie Jinker staggered to his feet. People! People! People! One two three! Three! Three! Three! "Help my friend!" he cried. "Please help my friend." Finnie Jinker began to cry, thinking of his poor little friend trapped in his house with no door. "Help my friend help him help him there's no door!" Finnie Jinker screamed. His poor little friend! "There's no door! No door!"
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