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Post by Administrator on Jan 6, 2007 11:41:48 GMT -5
A nice, clean place great for selling papes. Lots of houses and families.
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Post by fishah on Dec 29, 2007 20:01:14 GMT -5
"'Officer takes two bit bribe from Deemon Johnson to ignore idecent exposure,'" Fishah muttered to herselt as she reread the headline "Oh come on, this is just pathetic." She shook her head, stood up from her place, smiled and started belting out the headline. Sort of.
"extra, Extra, EXTRA, City Officials manipulated by Demons!"
"Nude satist attempts to control the Government! extra Extra EXTRA!"
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Post by 8chips on Dec 30, 2007 8:45:29 GMT -5
"That sure is an interesting headline" 8chips said as she looked down at one of her own papes and reading the sorry headline. The stories seemed to be getting progressively worse and worse.
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Post by fishah on Dec 30, 2007 23:39:03 GMT -5
Fishah laughed humourlessly. "If only they thought so too." She motioned to the many people walking about who were not stopping to buy any papers.
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Post by 8chips on Jan 6, 2008 13:56:02 GMT -5
"Ha, yeah" 8chips said "It crazy, how everybody going somewhere" She said looking around at as the busy people hustling about.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Aug 28, 2008 15:24:52 GMT -5
((New Day))
Lucky heard the flutter around, to strike or not to strike-- that is the question right? She snorted, she'd actually bought a pack of smokes but her hand twitched at her side. She wanted to take one she really did but she couldn't bring herself to grab one. That pack would probably have to last her if they went on strike.
She wasn't really a newsie, the idea of selling papers had never appealed to her and she'd only done that when she'd needed too. The ticket for a horse was in her pocket at the moment but that didn't mean anything really. Eyes catching peoples pockets she shook her head and leaned back against a wall.
"Hurry up and come back, Sneaks-- everything has gone belly up since you've been gone.." Such a pathetic lament.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Aug 28, 2008 15:30:37 GMT -5
Fighter grinned as she heard the last statement, walking up behind Lucky. "Things really that dire, Lucks?" She was just joking with the girl, they each knew how tight things were going to be with a strike. But she knew that if there was a strike she would stand behind her leader no matter what. Nothing had been made official yet but there was enough talk that she knew which direction Conlon was leaning towards.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Aug 28, 2008 15:34:24 GMT -5
Her lips curved at the sight of Fighter and she glanced over her shoulder at the other girl. They'd found a friendship that out of her and Smalls-- Lucky needed. She knew a lot of people but being able to rely on them in the darkest hour wasn't something she counted on.
"Heh, maybe. Seems that way don't it-- Spot's going to strike. We'll strike with him, it's how we do things right?" She actually didn't mind a strike, she'd missed the first one so this was a chance to have a good go. But-- "I hear Jack Jack is totally against it though and to be honest, I'm not sure I blame him for that.."
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Aug 28, 2008 15:44:36 GMT -5
Fighter nodded a bit at what Lucky was saying, "I hear he's against it as well, I actually ran into Davey in Manhattan. He was trying to see what our view on it was before he went to Spot." Fighter shook her head and sighed, taking a drag of the cigarette. "I told him to go to Spot." Fighter wasn't sure how she felt about Kelly's decision but she felt it was more based on his needs than the needs of his newsies. "I don't know Lucks, I think Kelly's just sick of being in the game. Which you know I can't blame the guy for that, but he needs to hand the reigns over if thats the case. We all get to the point where we can't sell anymore, but I think he's thinking more for himself than for his newsies. Maybe I'm wrong though."
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Aug 28, 2008 16:00:46 GMT -5
She listened to her friend and finally lost all her restraint and pulled her smokes from her pocket, fidgeting with a match before lighting it. Taking the long drag she sighed and let her head fall back for a moment as she nodded.
"I know Jack," she said with a nod, taking another drag from her smoke. "I know why he's second guessing it and I don't blame him for that. During the first strike I'd gone to Jersey--"
"Davey's not a bad bloke, he's got brains and that's a guy that could lead-- but Jack? He and Spot are getting older Fighter just like the rest of us-- come a day when you're to old to sell papers--" She smiled mischievously. "This is one big score Fighter-- I'll go in with a full deck and beat the odds like I always do.."
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Aug 31, 2008 10:45:22 GMT -5
Fighter nodded, "You're right, I know I can't keep selling for much longer as it is. I just..." She sighed and ran her hand through her hair. "I guess I just wish things would be easier for the little ones who will be selling longer."
With a shrug, Fight took a drag of her cigarette and glanced around. Things would never go back to the way they had been before the first strike. Even if they did get the prices lowered for a time how long would it be until the penny pinchers that ran the papers raised them for a third time. Just to make life harder for the working class.
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Post by smileyanderson on Sept 22, 2008 18:44:41 GMT -5
New Day
Smiley was scared, it was getting late and she didn't know her way back to Manhattan. She knew Jack would get angry but that wasn't her biggest worry. She was scared of being in Brooklyn at night all alone. She shivered and walked down the street, tears coming to her eyes as she wandered and it got darker and darker. She didn't even know what time it was.
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Post by mark on Sept 22, 2008 18:49:24 GMT -5
Mark couldn't sleep. It was at least almost 9:30, and he had to get up early the next morning to work. Yawning, he bumped into something. "Ah...sorry.." he mumbled not having any idea it was a little girl. He noticed that the thing he bumped into wasn't that big, and that's when he heard a sniffle.
Turning around on the dot, he saw a young girl around the age of seven is what he thought. Bending down on one knee down to the girl's height, he looked her in the eye and said, "Hey, sweetheart, what are you doing in Brooklyn at this time?" It was a quiet question, he didn't want to scare her.
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Post by smileyanderson on Sept 22, 2008 18:53:30 GMT -5
"I...I...I can't find me way back...it's dark and I don't rememba....which way I came." She got out sniffling. She stared up at him with her big tearfilled brown eyes.
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Post by mark on Sept 22, 2008 18:56:53 GMT -5
Sighing softly, he brought his soft hands up to her face and rubbed away her tears. He knew what it was like to get lost in a big city at a young age. He did it many times in Boston, and his mother always found him.
She looked terribly scared, as well as tired. Thinking about this, he licked his lips. "Where do you live?" He didn't think a girl this young could be a newsie, but you never know. He had seen plenty of children selling papers. It made him sick just watching them.
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