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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jul 6, 2009 10:39:39 GMT -5
Fighter walked along the docks, searching for Scar. If anyone knew about this kidnappings, his other boss would and she would get it out of him if it was the last thing she did. Of course, she was taking the safe route by coming to the docks. There were Brooklyn newsies within shouting distance and she knew that even most of the dock workers knew her. She'd be safe here. When her eyes fell on Finnie, she scrunched her face and stared at him curiously. What the hell was he going on and on about, she just didn't get it. "Hey you! Kid! You work here?"
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Post by finnie on Jul 6, 2009 20:00:12 GMT -5
"Hey you! Kid! You work here?"
Finnie Jinker spun around. He came full circle, realized he was back where he started, and giggled. Such a smart boy, Finnie Jinker. He turned more slowly, until he caught sight of the girl who'd spoken. Oh! A new friend! Finnie Jinker forgot all about his little friend in his little house with no door. "Come into my parlor!" he said to his new friend. There were plenty of chairs. Such a nice parlor! Very sunny. Lots of places to sit. Lots of fresh air. "Perhaps you'll die. Perhaps you won't die. Swallowed a fly. I swallowed a fly. Don't know why. Won't you come into my parlor?"
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jul 8, 2009 9:40:09 GMT -5
Fighter quirked an eyebrown at Finnie before scowling. It would figure that a lunatic was wondering the docks when she came there. "What are you nuts?" Shaking her head, Fighter walked up to the crate he had called his parlor and kicked it over. "It's a wooden box. Maybe you need some help, kid."
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Post by Birdie Schaffer on Jul 24, 2009 1:27:30 GMT -5
(( New Day )) Birdie was a lot of things, but chatty wasn't one of them. She leaned back on the crate out back as she drew in a line of smoke, closing her eyes as she let the smoke settle into her lungs and she smiled softly. She was supposed to pair off now, so she'd heard. She was always hearing things. But she tilted her head and enjoyed the quiet that was around her when she was leaning there. She enjoyed the quiet. And the sounds of the old decrepit building that after awhile had become home. A small smile worked over her delicate features, she'd managed to look very bored. But she was watching and listening. She heard Smalls out front, Fighter up stairs... Muse was missing.. now that had been interesting and Fighters little brat too. The leaders meeting should be over soon, she wagered. Ah that would be interesting, and she also knew that Spot was back. She'd been gone herself, out in the great wide learning what she could. That was how Birdie had worked these last few months and with Spot not around she didn't really see much reason to stick. She'd known the great Conlon longer than most and because of that-- she tended to forget he was THE Spot Conlon. To her, he was just Spot. Despite that she was smoking like a chimney. He'd be heading back soon, so would others. Heh, it would be fun. |
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Post by tobias on Aug 3, 2009 20:42:21 GMT -5
Toby made his way down the docks. He was looking for someway to enjoy his day off from work, away from the boxing ring so he could allow his recently acquired cuts and bruises to heal.
Remembering his last fight and the final punch he threw that knocked his opponent out, Toby smiled. The guy was much bigger than he was (And Toby was quite a big guy, being 6'1'' and well built) and thought that it would be an easy fight. Boy, was that guy wrong. He landed some good punches, giving Toby a black eye and breaking a cut on his lower lip open, but Toby had experience and knew when to bob and where to throw his punches to win the fight... Toby chuckled to himself.
Coming back to the present, Toby continued on down the dock towards the crates. He stopped for a minute, noticing a girl leaning against one of the crates smoking. He looked around to see where her partner was, knowing that the leaders of all the boroughs asked for everyone to partner up because of all the kids coming up missing. Not finding anyone around, Toby sauntered towards the girl. "Hey girlie, What are you doing around here all by yourself?" he asked gruffly.
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Post by Danny Hughes on Aug 11, 2009 16:36:11 GMT -5
Danny had caught sight of Birdie down the dock and immediately made his way near. He'd heard that the girl had decided to show herself again and didn't want to miss an opportunity for a chat. As he approached her he saw another man doing the same and tensed slightly, knowing Birdie's gift of information rarely came with an audience present.
"Hey girlie, What are you doing around here all by yourself?"
Danny couldn't help but smirk at the man's question, amusement in his eyes as he nodded in greeting to the Brooklyn girl. Normally such crass forwardness toward women would bother him, but his chivalry didn't extend to the Brooks girls, and didn't need to.
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Post by Birdie Schaffer on Aug 11, 2009 16:38:45 GMT -5
Birdie raised a brow at Toby before snorting and looking over at Danny as he came over a small smile crossed her face as she drew another line of smoke. "Hey there Danno... I heard some things about you.." She almost dismissed Toby, but she kind of had no reason to respond to him at all. What did he know?
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Post by Danny Hughes on Aug 13, 2009 16:56:39 GMT -5
Danny shrugged, pulling out a cigarette and leaning beside her on the crates. "You heard some things about everyone Bird," He gave her a wry smirk, looking out over the harbor as he took a long drag. It was true, he wasn't concerned about what she'd heard about him, he was far more interested in what she'd heard about the kidnappings.
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Post by Birdie Schaffer on Aug 13, 2009 17:03:05 GMT -5
She took a drag from her smoke and looked over at him, "You're girl was roughed up by someone from Brooks right.. a little angry smartypants.." There it was, the name he needed all be it underhanded. She smirked a little as she took a drag on the smoke. "You're little bakery girl didn't know what hit her either time, Danno. It wasn't her week.. but I do know that they aren't killin'. They're usin' the taken for labor.. I dont' know much else.."
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Post by Danny Hughes on Aug 13, 2009 17:53:48 GMT -5
"You're girl was roughed up by someone from Brooks right.. a little angry smartypants.."
Though this news surprised him he made little show of it, continuing to puff at his cigarette and gaze, albeit more intensely, out at the water.
"You're little bakery girl didn't know what hit her either time, Danno. It wasn't her week.. but I do know that they aren't killin'. They're usin' the taken for labor.. I dont' know much else.."
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly as his cigarette hung loosely on his lips. Birdie's last remark meant far more to him than her previous revelation, relieving him of all the torment he had endured over the past month as his mind taunted him with images of a once beautiful girl. Sticking his hands in his pockets he pushed himself from the crates and headed back in the direction he had come. He wasn't being rude, and it was one of the reasons he very much enjoyed the particular Brooklyn girl's presence. They had an understanding, they were quiet companions, and they had no use for bullshit. She knew why he had come to speak with her, and she had delivered.
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Post by Birdie Schaffer on Aug 13, 2009 17:57:03 GMT -5
She smirked and leaned back down letting him go, it was true and she puffed on her smoke and leaned back against the crates closing her eyes a moment. Not even caring of Toby was still there or not. She'd done good, now she just needed to speak to Spot about what she knew. That would help somethings.
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Post by tobias on Aug 13, 2009 20:13:01 GMT -5
Toby stood a little ways down the dock, arms crossed, watching the girl converse with some boy he had seen around Brooklyn a few times. They obviously knew each other so he was about to leave them to it, when he noticed the boy walk away leaving the girl alone.
Refusing to be ignored again, Toby walked closer to the girl practically standing in front of her, towering over her. He took a closer look at the girl and realized it was the girl everyone called Birdie, the 'informant'. "Oh, hey Birdie." He uncrossed his arms from in front of him and shoved them into his pockets. "You know you're not supposed to be out alone, right?"
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Post by Joe on Aug 20, 2009 22:29:36 GMT -5
>>>NEw Day<<<
Joe whistled around the corner, he whistled more when his thoughts were heavy. It was a technique he learned that kept people at a distance and also comfortable around him. If they knew him, they'd take it a little differently. A warning of sorts. Then again he whistled when there was nothing else to do. It depended, always depended on the mood. And a mood with Joe was never easy to gauge.
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Post by Birdie Schaffer on Aug 20, 2009 22:33:08 GMT -5
Birdie was sitting on her crate, like the bird her papa had nicknamed her for and whistled at the passing man as she drew on her smoke. He was something the cat drug in on a regular basis but he was one of her closest friends.
"What's the word?" she leaned on her knees since she was above him on a few crates. Her vantage point from there worked on a lot of levels, she could see things farther out, she knew what was coming. But in the end Birdie always knew.
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Post by Joe on Aug 20, 2009 22:51:59 GMT -5
Joe lifted his eyebrow at the whistle.
"Street." Joe's lip twitched slightly. "Whats the sentence?" he took a drag of his cigarette then pulled the entire thing in his mouth so he could pull his shirt over his head without catching it on fire.
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