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Post by Tate Potter on Mar 31, 2009 18:36:04 GMT -5
Well that was true but stubborn was in her nature. She saw the small smile so she figured she was more or less in the clear. After all, she worried. "I wouldn't have had to come into Brooklyn to see you if you'd come into the Bronx to see me more, I was worried.." she could admit that and she was happy he was alive and alright. Alive was big in her book.
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Post by decker on Apr 16, 2009 22:17:59 GMT -5
[[New Day]]
Lorimer Street, was it? Some fond memories around here, that was for sure. Decker exhaled smoke and threw down his cigarette on the cobblestones. There was the alley that he and his old friends used to call their place--as if any Jane or John couldn't just walk in at any point. Every kid had a gang on Lorimer Street. If you didn't you were a pansy. Decker's gang was the most respected out of all of them, however much respect you could have at ten or so years old. If they came across anyone who wasn't one of them, they'd better hope they had a boodle to give. Of course, back then Decker was just Colin. Back then a lot of things were different.
Decker snuffed his cigarette with the heel of his shoe before lighting another.
Decker stood on the corner for some time, as if expecting something to happen. Maybe his sister would turn the corner, or his mother would walk out of their apartment building. Maybe his father was on his way home from work. God forbid they met each other, though. Decker didn't know what his father would do to him, and he wasn't sure how he would react, in any case. He was content to stand and smoke. What else was there to do? Stand around, smoke, and wait to die. Such is life.
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Post by Smarty Jones on May 22, 2009 21:01:42 GMT -5
(New Day)
(For Danny Hughes--part of the little mini-plot ;D )
She didn't even know where she was anymore. And that was a damn good thing, because she wanted to get good and lost and she didn't want anyone to be able to find her. No one. She was fairly sure that if she saw someone she knew, she wouldn't hesitate in giving them a blow below the belt, and once he was down, she would kick him and keep walking. She wouldn't care if she liked the kid or not; if he even said one syllable to her, he was going down. A thought crossed her mind: the one thought that she did not want to think, ever. Her fists clenched and she cried out in frustration. God damn him! As if she could leave the thoughts behind if she was fast enough, she broke into a run. Her dirty, calloused feet pounded the rough cobblestones, and she ran as fast as she could, until there was a piercing stitch in her side and she gasped for breath.
She staggered to a halt and leaned against a stone wall in a wide alleyway, taking deep breaths and clutching at her side. At length she straightened again and looked around her. There was no one around here, only a door to a shady-looking pub that she had no interest in going in. She didn't take stock in alcohol. Her head was spinning already. Hah. What did she need drink for, when she had this--whatever it was? She knew what the hell it was but she didn't want to admit it, because that would be hell for her and the other one involved. She swore and clasped a hand over her thudding heart. The thought came across her mind again, and she stopped it before it could become too in depth. But she allowed herself to wonder about it. Think about the thought. This was impossible. She was a girl in looks and body; but she was a boy in everything else. At least, so she thought. But now it was clear that she was a girl in the sense that she couldn't help...she couldn't help looking at him and her stomach dropped to her knees, and she wanted to go over to him and grab his hand in hers...
Damn it. Damn it all. Even if she admitted everything to herself, which she wouldn't, he would never feel the same way. Not that she felt anything for him, the rat. But she knew that he saw her as more of a boy than she saw herself, especially now. She couldn't imagine him treating her like a girl. It would be like her brothers treating her like a girl. She didn't know what she would do if he did, to tell the truth. She knew she was a girl. She just never knew that she had to think like one like this. Couldn't she just not think like this at all? It would make things a hundred times easier if she didn't have to concern herself with things like this, and she had been doing so well until that fink came along and did her a kind turn. After that everything went downhill.
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Post by Danny Hughes on May 22, 2009 22:31:21 GMT -5
Danny slowly made his way down the crowded sidewalk of Lorimer street, his hat pulled low and hands in his pockets. It wasn't that he was hiding from anyone, per say, but he had always been a loner, and looking completely unapproachable always worked well for him in the past. As he bumped into yet another person, accepting their rude hand gestures and curses with a smirk, he decided to take the alley way home. Sure, it took at least five minutes longer, but the only people he had to worry about bumping into that way was the occasional drunken bum.
As he swiftly ducked out of the crowd and turned down the dank alley he nearly sighed in relief. No more incessant chatting and loud carriages, all he had to listen to now was his own footsteps-- and the increasingly loud footsteps that appeared to be running in his direction. In an instant Smarty Jones appeared in the distance, leaning against the alley wall and breathing heavily. Clearly she was being chased.
He picked up his pace, calling out as he neared her. "Hey Smarty, you alright? Who's after ya?"
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Post by Smarty Jones on May 23, 2009 21:39:21 GMT -5
"Hey Smarty, you alright? Who's after ya?"
Smarty gasped and looked up to see the one person she had been running to avoid. She mentally swore and looked back down at her feet. What was he doing here? How could she have come across him? She didn't know what to do--did he think someone was after her? Should she talk to him? Smile? Flirt? Punch him? She had no idea, but she was too out of breath to do anything. It gave her time to think, though, and she waited until he was near. With another swallow of air, she lied. "Thugs," she gasped. "More'n three, I think. Didn't--" she gasped again, "--stick around to count. I been runnin' full steam--huhh--fifteen minutes." That wasn't a lie. She'd been running hard for about that long. "I can't--anymore--let 'em get me at--guh--this point..."
She glanced up at him hopefully. Would he help her? She hated the way she felt when she looked at him, and yet could never seem to stop herself. She would never admit what she was feeling, but she had to allow herself to feel it. Otherwise she would go as crazy as that lunatic that staggered around sometimes talking to himself...
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Post by Danny Hughes on May 23, 2009 22:25:17 GMT -5
Danny approached her as she spoke, glancing over his shoulder and down the opposite alley way as he neared her.
"Thugs, More'n three, I think. Didn't-- stick around to count. I been runnin' full steam--huhh--fifteen minutes. I can't--anymore--let 'em get me at--guh--this point..."
The corner of his mouth turned up in the slightest hint of a smirk. "What'd ya do this time, huh Smarty Pants?" He nudge her shoulder and continued walking slowly, grabbing her upper arm and gently forcing her to walk with him. Sure the girl was exhausted, but Danny didn't exactly feel like testing his skill in a four on one.
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Post by Smarty Jones on May 24, 2009 8:11:02 GMT -5
"What'd ya do this time, huh Smarty Pants?"
Danny gave her shoulder a nudge, and took her arm to take her walking with him. Smarty found herself over-conscious of his touch, and she didn't like it. From years of fighting, she had always thought it helped if you pretended you couldn't feel anything touching you, be it open hands or balled fists. She didn't know of any reason Danny and her would fight, but if they did she hoped she wouldn't be this aware of his fist. She'd be down in two seconds flat.
In responce to this question, all she could do was shake her head. "Nothin'. Well--I was messin' around. One of 'em rammed into me and I mouthed off a little." She paused. "Who'm I kiddin'? I shot my mouth of like nothin' else. Turns out, the man had friends. And the friends were just the type with clubs who beat up kids like us..." Smarty was beginning to catch her breath, but the stitch in her side was still making her feel sick. She pressed at it with one hand.
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Post by Danny Hughes on May 24, 2009 13:43:23 GMT -5
"Nothin'. Well--I was messin' around. One of 'em rammed into me and I mouthed off a little.... Who'm I kiddin'? I shot my mouth of like nothin' else. Turns out, the man had friends. And the friends were just the type with clubs who beat up kids like us..."
Danny chuckled lightly at the story. "What is it with you Brooklyn girls huh?" He smirked, glancing over at her and shaking his head. "You just never know when ta quit."
Hearing some footsteps behind them he slowly sped up, but stopped suddenly as she grabbed at her side. "You alright?" He assumed she must have gotten a punch in the gut, but if he knew Brooks girls, she'd probably die before admitting a weakness. Looking back over his shoulder he heard the steps again, getting closer. He could carry her easily, but the time he was sure it would take to convince her to let him, well... he may as well start heading toward the footsteps and ask them to get it over with.
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Post by Smarty Jones on May 26, 2009 20:48:50 GMT -5
"What is it with you Brooklyn girls huh? You just never know when ta quit."
"No, I don't," Smarty said defiantly. "I would never quit even if I knew when. I don't never quit..." She was certainly speaking the truth, but part of her thought that Danny might consider her resolve admirable. When she fought, she fought either until she won or until the other person knocked her out completely. If she was conscious, she had her dukes up and was fighting it out even if she couldn't see where she was swinging. Failure wasn't an option. And she realized, with a quick sideways glance at Danny, that failure and quitting really weren't options...
"You alright?"
"I'll be fine," she gasped, "soon as I get this knife from outta my side..." She rubbed the stitch in her side and breathed deeply, willing it away. She hated being weak.
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Post by Danny Hughes on May 29, 2009 18:22:41 GMT -5
"No, I don't, I would never quit even if I knew when. I don't never quit..."
Danny just smirked, nodding at her response. He felt for the Brooklyn girls, he really did. They obviously had to work harder to prove themselves, which was likely why most of them were so overly defensive and quarrelsome. In all honesty, Danny was disgusted by their lifestyle. It wasn't because they were crude or obnoxious, but because he didn't think any little girl ought to grow up through what they did, or any woman live the way they do. Sure, it borders on chauvinism, but he believed the disease ridden streets should only be home to unfortunate men, and that ladies should always be looked after.
"I'll be fine, soon as I get this knife from outta my side..."
"Well," he glanced back toward the footsteps, "You either gotta speed up or let me carry you, cause I'm not..." He paused, looking back again as the sound of steps faded. Sighing slightly in relief he pulled out a cigarette, sticking it in his mouth and patting his pockets for his matches as he spoke. "Sounds like we lost 'em, you wanna rest or keep movin'?"
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Post by Smalls on Jun 6, 2009 18:53:50 GMT -5
* New Day * Smalls held the boy's face to the ground as he squirmed, clearly shocked by her violent reaction. She'd been walking down the streets moments ago, lost in her thoughts and brooding about the kidnappings, when a boy at least three years her junior came up from behind and put an arm around her. Before he could even make his planned crude remark about her ass she'd grabbed him by the offending arm and flipped him onto his back. Though the recent kidnappings did effect her response, it merely did so in terms of reaction time, not overall result. Crouching over him with a shoe pressed to his chest and a hand pressing his face into the dirt she leaned in close, her voice calm and deadly. "Don't you ever touch me," She paused, grabbing him by the hair to peel his face off the pavement and look him in the eye. "Got it?" A weak nod and wide eyes was his only response, but it would do. Getting up she dusted herself off, casually greeting a few friends from the pub as they passed. The crowd on the street ignored the entire tussle, simply stepping around the pair and being completely unconcerned for either party. Before leaving she turned back and looked down on the boy with bored indifference, but spit on him for good measure. As she continued making her way down Lorimer street a muttered, "dumb shit," was the last thought she gave the boy, her mind again returning to the kidnappings and Brooklyn-- Where was that Muse girl anyway? |
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Post by gulliver on Jun 6, 2009 23:51:20 GMT -5
Gulliver was hungry as ever. He fingered the few bits of loose change in his pocket and ambled along, wondering just where he would go to eat. He walked slowly, looking out at the crowded street where tons of kids from all over were bustling about on. That's when he saw the girl.
Now not that she wasn't pretty, but that wasn't exactly what made Gully notice her so swiftly. Perhaps it was the way she'd quickly turned and flipped a guy flat on his back, or perhaps it was the steel glitn in her voice as she spoke. Either way, he found himself walking over to see if she was okay.
"Don't you ever touch me," She paused, grabbing him by the hair to peel his face off the pavement and look him in the eye. "Got it?"
Gully gave a slight chuckle and gave the girl an amused look. She spit on her would be victim and he laughed even harder, raising an eyebrow at her.
"Well, this might be the dumbest question I've asked all day but," he paused, taking off hit hat absentmindedly "You okay?"
He didn't mean it condescendingly, he was just used to punching out guys for being fresh with girls, not seeing the girls ransack the guys. He smiled at her, trying to be friendly.
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Post by Smalls on Jun 7, 2009 21:01:49 GMT -5
"Well, this might be the dumbest question I've asked all day but... You okay?"
Smalls snorted a laugh, not even glancing over at him but continuing on her way as he came up next to her. "What that?" She gestured back to the boy with a glance, pulling out a smoke as she spoke. "Please, that's a Tuesday." Of course her remark, implying that this sort of violence was a daily occurrence for her, was perhaps an understatement-- She'd already broken a nose earlier that morning. Heaving a sigh as she patted her pockets for a match she paused mid-step, turning to face him as she realized he was still there. She raised an eyebrow, her cigarette hanging loosely from her lips. "Can I help you?"
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Post by Prince on Jun 9, 2009 23:49:35 GMT -5
Sure enough as Gem had said Prince spotted Smalls. She also saw that she was already rather versed in conversation. She started to wave, but stopped not wanting to interrupt. She got close, but not too close to interfere in the conversation. She waited to see if Smalls had a second... oh looky here Gullliver. She didn't eavesdrop she was close enough both of them could see her, but she waited for a better moment to speak.
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Post by Smalls on Jun 10, 2009 0:20:21 GMT -5
Smalls spotted Prince a few yards away and nodded, making her way over. She wasn't sure if the guy next to her had anything else to say or if he found her offensive and left, she didn't even glance around to check. "Prince, ta what do I owe the pleasuah?" She continued on her way, gesturing for the Queens leader to walk and talk.
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