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Post by Smalls on Oct 17, 2008 22:26:43 GMT -5
Smalls sat hunched over on the edge of a crate, lifting her cigarette to her mouth with a hand no longer distinguished by dark stains of ink, but mere smudges of dirt. Unlike some of her friends, namely Lucky, the strike was killing Smalls. She sucked at gambling, had no skills, and wouldn't dare get back into thieving with the guild sniffing around. She was completely useless, and would be a drain on society if it actually offered her anything. As she blew out a satisfying ring of smoke she glanced down at the sound of a cough, grimacing as a soft hum followed. Sighing she leaned toward the sound, crates obstructing her view and preventing her from locating the source of her annoyance. "What da hell you think this is? Caprice Hall?"
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Post by dream on Oct 18, 2008 8:33:16 GMT -5
At the sound of the voice, she looked up with bright blue eyes. "I'm...sorry." She closed the book and put it back in her pocket and sat there, unable to do much. Glancing sideways, she studied the girl more. She had curly blonde locks, and it also looked like she had blue or brown eyes, but Connie couldn't tell. "Are you a newsie here?" She asked very quietly.
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Post by Smalls on Oct 19, 2008 15:07:24 GMT -5
"I'm...sorry."
Smalls gave a satisfied nod, glad the noise had ceased. However; as she leaned back to relax the voice continued.
"Are you a newsie here?"
Heaving a sigh Smalls leaned forward, seeing the small girl behind the wooden pole. Instead of answering the inane question she observed her in silence for a moment, a small sneer tugging at her lips. "Get lost kid." She was being kind. Between the impending strike and return of the thieves guild, the last thing she needed was some sniveling kid asking her meaningless questions. She loathed children.
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Post by dream on Oct 19, 2008 15:25:29 GMT -5
"Get lost kid."
Connie looked at the girl and backed away. She hadn't ment to make her upset at all, she was just a curious young girl with no where to stay at all. Moving a few feet from the older girl of the two, she took her book back out, but didn't hum at all. All she did was look at the other newsies, and kept studying the words and noted, with no words.
((Sorry it's short!))
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Oct 19, 2008 19:48:03 GMT -5
Lucky was coming down the dock arguing with another one of the Brooklyn boys, a moment or two later she looked at him and shoved him hard into the water and stood at the side of the dock, "That's what you get Decker! You mess with my game again and I'll tan your hide with a table leg ya hear me!!"
Spinning around she blew her hair out of her eyes, and looked at Smalls with a raised brow before looking back dowb at Decker. The man could tolerate just about anything and it was something he deserved, she wasn't going to help him out though. He'd toss her in next if she didn't keep her distance.
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Post by decker on Oct 19, 2008 20:15:08 GMT -5
Decker surfaced a moment after he submerged, and caught his breath.
"That's what you get Decker! You mess with my game again and I'll tan your hide with a table leg ya hear me!!"
"I'll keep that in mind," he called up to her. He hated the water. But he wasn't about to let on. Lucky'd apparently had enough, though, and he couldn't blame her. He knew that he was pushing his limits with her long before she went over the edge and shoved him into the water. He shook the water out of his eyes and grabbed the ladder that would bring him back up to the docks. He grit his teeth, his expression blank and void of humiliation, and he approached Lucky. "Some temper," he said. "Glad we weren't near the dumps." He was usually laconic, but he never hesitated to make light of any kind of situation.
He glanced down the docks. "How's it, Smalls?" he asked casually. He then turned his attention back to Lucky. "You gonna let me dry off before you go pushin' me anywhere else?"
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Post by dream on Oct 19, 2008 20:25:15 GMT -5
Connie was watching this whole escapade with wide eyes. It was an interesting site to her. Hense she was so young, and had never seen anyone older than her really fight in such a rational way. As the boy came out of the water, she didn't know if he was going to hurt her, so she curled up in a ball and closer to the pole she was leaning against. But, as he sat down next to Smalls, she breathed a sigh of relief and sat back up slowly. She felt a small lump in her throat and coughed.
Glancing around for the other girl, she saw her a few feet away from Smalls, which ment she was many feet away from her. Licking her lips, she tried to concentrate on her music, but couldn't help but feel eyes on her.
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Post by Smalls on Oct 19, 2008 23:13:23 GMT -5
Smalls rolled her eyes at the little charity-case, leaning back on the crates and taking a drag on her smoke. As the too Brooklynites passed she sighed, only slightly annoyed at the further disturbance of her peace.
"How's it, Smalls?"
She shrugged, glancing over at the damp boy. "Eh, ya know, lost my job an' can't afford ta eat, all in all not a bad week." She smirked weakly, looking him up and down before returning her gaze to the water. "You go for a swim Decker?"
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Oct 19, 2008 23:25:45 GMT -5
Some temper," he said. "Glad we weren't near the dumps."
"Sure are lucky about that one ain't ya?" she grinned and pulled a smoke from her pocket, lighting it easily before she dropped down next to Smalls.
"You gonna let me dry off before you go pushin' me anywhere else?"
Snorting Lucky took a long drag from her smoke and aimed the embers at him, "You are just so bloody lucky I like you, Decker-- I coulda beat the tar out of you before I shoved you in.."
"Eh, ya know, lost my job an' can't afford ta eat, all in all not a bad week." She smirked weakly, looking him up and down before returning her gaze to the water. "You go for a swim Decker?"
"Didn't you see his dismount Smalls?"
Her eyes drew to the direction of Small's huffy annoyance and she lifted a brow, the little girl curled up on the docks and she about chocked on her smoke. Leaning over towards her best friends he spoke softly, "You mean you didn't kick it in-- ain't no kid from Brooks..." she looked like she was going to kick Dream right into the water. What the hell was some five year old kid doing on the docks pretending like they could read?
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Post by decker on Oct 20, 2008 15:00:21 GMT -5
"Sure are lucky about that one ain't ya?"
Decker didn't reply. He couldn't think of anything wise to say, so he just left it alone. He probably would have had the same reaction to what she'd done, be it water or trash or sewage, but he thought he'd gotten off easy. He had really pushed his luck with her, and he expected nothing more from her. He knew he could fight, and he knew that she and Smalls could, too. Them and Fighter were probably the only girls in Brooklyn that he would admit straight out would be a fair match for him in a fight. Anyone else might be a match...but he wouldn't admit it. He tolerated these girls, which is about as much as you could ask Decker to do.
"You are just so bloody lucky I like you, Decker-- I coulda beat the tar out of you before I shoved you in.."
Now that, Decker had something to say about. "I'da gotten in a swing, Lucky, and you know it," he said defensively. He would admit Lucky was an even match, but he wouldn't admit he would go down without hitting her. "Don't think I let nobody get in any free shots."
"Eh, ya know, lost my job an' can't afford ta eat, all in all not a bad week. You go for a swim Decker?"
"Didn't you see his dismount Smalls?"
Decker chuckled despite himself. "Damn good thing I can swim. Otherwise you'd have a body on your hands. Or would ya let me float downriver?" He chuckled and said with a grin, "You wouldn't do that, wouldja, Smalls?" He turned to Lucky, and seeing her smoking reminded him of the cigarette he'd bummed off a Queens kid the other day. In his pocket. Soaking wet. He pulled it out and looked at it with disdain. "You owe me a smoke, Lucky..." he said bitterly.
"You mean you didn't kick it in-- ain't no kid from Brooks..."
"If you don't," Decker said, copying Lucky's low tone, "I'll do it myself." He hated kids. They were a nuisance, except if they either were somehow amusing or someone's kid brother or sister. And even then, he could only take so much of them. This kid, as Lucky had observed, wasn't even from Brooklyn. Decker shifted, ready to stand once he was given the go-ahead from either Smalls or Lucky. About time this brat got clean, anyway...
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Post by dream on Oct 20, 2008 15:04:39 GMT -5
"You mean you didn't kick it in-- ain't no kid from Brooks..."
At this small and short comment, Dream looked up abruptly, but looked back down again as quick as she did up. They were starting to scare her, and she didn't want to be kicked in the water, especially since she didn't know how to swim. If she was kicked in, there wasn't a good chance for her that one of these three people would save her.
When the boy shifted closer, she shifted more farther away. Decks scared her more than the two girls, the new girl though, seemed nice, but she couldn't be quite sure.
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Post by Smalls on Oct 20, 2008 16:14:55 GMT -5
"Damn good thing I can swim. Otherwise you'd have a body on your hands. Or would ya let me float downriver?" He chuckled and said with a grin, "You wouldn't do that, wouldja, Smalls?"
Smalls glanced at him incredulously. "I wouldn't let ya float down rivah..." She paused, puffing lightly at her cigarette with an amused smirk. "I aint lettin' my girl heah take the wrap for moider." she shrugged indifferently. "I'd get rid of the body myself. No problem gettin' my hands doity.." Though it was probably exactly what Smalls would do in such a situation, she was of course saying such in jest. Decker was alright, ,which was more than she could say about most people.
"You mean you didn't kick it in-- ain't no kid from Brooks..."
"If you don't, I'll do it myself."
Smalls redirected her attention to the small child, her disdain for the girl overridden by her indifference. She was comfortable, after all. She would have no problem getting up and smashing the girl's face in with one swift kick, but fortunately for the girl Smalls was feeling rather languid that day. It made her sick to see kids looking for a free pass in life because they were so weak and small. She grew up on the streets, she didn't get hand outs. She stole what she needed to survive and when caught, accepted the punishment that left her bruised and bloodied. It was life. Toughen up or go die.
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Post by Joe on Oct 20, 2008 17:57:02 GMT -5
Joe climbed up the ladder, wet from the swim, took one look at the crowd around the ladder and pushed the little girl in.
Joe raised his eyebrow at the group. "Couldnt decide who was goin ta do it?" He smirked and took up the spot the girl had been in moments before. Drying himself with his shirt he lit a cigarette and leaned back against the post.
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Post by dream on Oct 20, 2008 20:21:57 GMT -5
Connie tried to scream when the other man pushed her in, but it was muffled out by the water that she had engulfed in her throat. She looked around, sinking under the water, and she felt everything start to turn black, and her eyes closed.
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Post by Smalls on Oct 20, 2008 21:25:12 GMT -5
Smalls heaved an obnoxious sigh, snubbing out her cigarette and hopping down from her crate. "Joe you damn idiot." She made her way over to the edge, and seeing no sight of the random girl she sighed again, making her way down the ladder. After a few seconds of scanning the murky depths she caught sight of her and reached an arm in, pulling the girl up by the neck of her shirt and heaving her up onto the docks. Standing there she looked at her own damp arm and frowned, glaring over at Joe. "Damn it, look what ya made me do. If ya gonna be charged wit murder it's gonna be for killin' a scab, not some dumb ass kid."
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