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Post by Administrator on May 14, 2007 0:29:33 GMT -5
These are the docks--but watch yourself--this is Spot Conlon's territory!
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Post by pocket on Jul 3, 2007 0:18:08 GMT -5
Pocket strolled down the docks like she owned the place. Her hands were fisted deep into her pockets and she had a cigar hanging from her sot petal pink lips. She glanced curiously over at Bottle Cap, quirking a thin brow, but she made no move to approach the girl. Pocket was never the kind to do that. She was more introverted, despite popular belief.
Pocket grinned lightly and then removed the cigar from her lips, tapping the ash into the river and then replaced the cigar in her mouth, flipping through the wallet she'd just snitched from a man downtown.
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Post by Smalls on Jul 19, 2007 11:22:38 GMT -5
(New day I guess, since it's been a while, but feel free to show up if you want pocket or bottle cap.)
Smalls wandered down the docks, her hands deep in her pockets and her hat pulled low. Both aspects most often were a sure sign she was feeling less than social. She glanced up at the crates once, wondering if she might catch a glimpse of their elusive leader. Seeing the makeshift throne empty she just sighed, making her way toward the water.
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Post by clancey on Jul 21, 2007 16:13:35 GMT -5
Clancey piled the last of the sacks onto the small wooden wagon before leaving the warehouse by the docks. He pulled the sacks to the docks to be loaded. A small shipment was coming in today and it was his job to make sure everything ran smoothley. He let out a small breath after moving the sacks closer to the crates. Tired, he sat, waiting for the others he was to trade with came along.
He noticed the girl walking toward the water, but didn't say anything. She seemed to be looking for someone, but didn't look like she was in the mood to talk.
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Post by Smalls on Jul 21, 2007 21:58:21 GMT -5
Smalls wandered toward the edge, glancing briefly at a boy sitting on a crate. She could tell he was a dock worker, so she didn't have to bother running him out of there. She was glad, unsure if she even had the energy for confrontation right now, which was beyond rare for Smalls. She gave him a slight nod as she passed, stopping at the edge of the dock.
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Post by clancey on Jul 22, 2007 0:40:41 GMT -5
It didn't take long for the men to arrive to take the load. After surveying it a bit, the bigger man handed Clancey a small sack of change. Clancey nodded his thanks and began to leave as the men took the sacks he had away.
He stared back at the girl standing at the edge of the dock. Never being the one to like seeing people down, Clancey walked to the edge of the dock to see if she was alright.
"Is everythin' a'right? Somethin' I can help ya with?"
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Post by Smalls on Jul 22, 2007 11:58:50 GMT -5
Still staring out at the water she gave a small huff of a laugh. "Nah, aint nothin' you can help me with kid." She glanced at him once without turning her head then returned her gaze to the water, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.
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Post by clancey on Jul 22, 2007 12:09:57 GMT -5
Clancey bit down on the rolled up paper in his mouth, staring longingly at her cigarette. He'd gone four whole months without touching one and the urges just became harder and harder to ignore.
He nodded. "A'right, then." He didn't want to push her. He just hoped she found who or what she was looking for--if anything.
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Post by Smalls on Jul 22, 2007 19:39:17 GMT -5
Noticing him staring at her mouth she smirked, pulling out another cigarette. "Heah, it's ya lucky day, I'm feelin' generous."
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Post by clancey on Jul 22, 2007 19:58:11 GMT -5
"Temptin, but can't." He took the piece of paper from his mouth. "Tryn'a quit." One of the few things he ever reallu regretted was starting. He couldn't even remember why he wanted to stop, but he'd gotten this far.
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Post by bottlecap on Jul 22, 2007 21:55:44 GMT -5
A cool breeze drifted over her as she walked along the docks absently, just nosing around without any real destination. Fresh off the train from Detroit, Bottle Cap didn't yet know anyone very well in New York. It was just as well, though. The less people she let close to her, the harder it would be to get hurt.
Her feet carried her slowly along the docks, eyes taking in the sights and sounds of her new surroundings with interest, but also with a sense of memorizing every detail so as not to get lost or found in an undesirable situation. The air seemed thicker here than in Detroit, but she wasn't surprised. This was Brooklyn.
Seeing two people conversing as she approached, she considered picking them but quickly dispelled of the idea. She might as well see if either of them knew of a place she could hire to sleep. "Hey," She approached, always cautious and mistrusting, with the appearance of not fearing a thing. "Either of you know if there's an open bed somewhere around here?" Her lack of an accent was clear. She'd gone over the idea of faking one so as not to look like easy prey, but decided she just sounded stupid that way.
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Post by Smalls on Jul 22, 2007 22:04:41 GMT -5
Smalls cocked an eyebrow at him but was glad to accept the decline.
As she stuck the stick back into her pocket she glanced up to see an unfamiliar girl walking toward them. Hearing her question she paused, taking a long drag on her cigarette before turning to face her and raising her chin slightly to meet the girl's gaze. "Wheah ya from?"
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Post by bottlecap on Jul 22, 2007 22:14:44 GMT -5
It was the girl that replied to her question, and yet offered no answer. Bottle Cap didn't break the gaze, nor did she seem put off by the question. "Detroit." She replied easily, not knowing if the girl would know of the city, but she was free to ask if she didn't. Still, BC wasn't exactly a patient girl, and the idea of possibly giving a geography lesson wasn't exactly thrilling to her at the moment.
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Post by clancey on Jul 22, 2007 22:26:29 GMT -5
Clancey stuck the paper back into his mouth, eyeing the newcomer. He simply shook his head as the answer to the girls question, but was also curious as to where she was from. He didn't hear any New York accent. He wasn't from New York either. Anyone with ears could figure that out.
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Post by Smalls on Jul 23, 2007 22:16:15 GMT -5
Smalls gave a small nod, turning again to face the water before responding. "It takes more'n money ta be welcome ta stay in Brooklyn." She gave the girl a sideways glance and lifted her hand that held her cigarette, pointing north back toward the city. "Queens," She moved it a bit to the left. "Manhattan. Take ya pick." She was being uncharacteristically friendly by giving the girl directions, much less honest ones.
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