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Post by decker on May 30, 2009 22:45:29 GMT -5
"Well, well, our boy got thumped on.. check this out Smalls. A real nice shiner!" "Lemme guess, ya had a run in with a Queens goil?"
Decker knew he would be getting hell from the girls. They never seemed to miss an opportunity. He wiped his nose again and inspected the handkerchief. Was it slowing yet? He couldn't tell. He addressed the girls, "Oh, don't you ladies worry. I'm just fine. Only been bleedin' for the past fifteen minutes or so..."
"Don' worry too much Deck, I'm sure one a these days you'll meet a goil who kisses back insteda clockin' ya."
Instead of being annoyed with her, Decker only grinned. "I've had plenty of girls clock me, Smalls. But it ain't called clockin' where I'm from." He gave her a wink and chuckled.
"Who was good enough to topple you, Decker? Wasn't Zeke.."
"No, it wasn't Zeke. And what makes ya think I got toppled, eh, Lucky? Ain't nobody toppled me. You should see the other fella. He won't be seeing much of anything for a week, matter of fact..."
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on May 30, 2009 22:49:13 GMT -5
Lucky laughed again and dropped to his other side opposite Smalls tossing her hair over her shoulder. She leaned on his shoulder and grinned brightly, "Aww so no dame, what a shame.." she was all smiles as she turned her head.
"Love the shiner though, Deck. Sounds like it's Brooklyn's calling card.." Though Lucky didn't nurse very many. They wore their bumps and bruises with pride.
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Post by Smalls on May 31, 2009 13:58:19 GMT -5
"I've had plenty of girls clock me, Smalls. But it ain't called clockin' where I'm from."
She laughed out right, sinking back against the crates as she did so. "Last damn thing we need around heah is anotha Zeke."
"Aww so no dame, what a shame.."
"Maybe you oughta take a page outta Hugh's book and hang around some bakeries.." It was the current hot topic among the Brooks kids, the quiet kid had a thing for the Bronx bakery tart-- or as Smarty had described her, the bread slut. Either way Smalls found it hysterical.
"Love the shiner though, Deck. Sounds like it's Brooklyn's calling card.."
She snorted, still leaning back against the crates and sunk down so her neck was almost at a right angle. She still had a good few wounds from their brawl a while back, but Lucky was clean. "You feelin' left out Lucks? I could help with that ya know.." She smirked mischievously.
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Post by decker on Jun 3, 2009 16:27:01 GMT -5
"Last damn thing we need around heah is anotha Zeke."
"Who's tryin' to be Zeke? Ain't nobody trying to be Zeke." Decker was a ladies' man of his own accord, and just because Zeke was too didn't mean he was trying to be like him. In fact Decker spent most of his time trying not to be Zeke, that was how much he didn't want to be like him. "Zeke's outta control, though. We should all chip in for a muzzle for 'im, eh?" Decker chuckled aloud. "Leash and collar..."
"Aww so no dame, what a shame.."
Decker shrugged so Lucky would get off his shoulder. "Who needs a dame, anyway? You'se all ain't nothin' but trouble." In Decker's paltry experience, and from what he had seen from his buddies, girlfriends were no good. They could turn a hard-as-nails fellow to mush and turn a free man into a prisoner. They were good for one thing and one thing only, and to Decker, it just wasn't worth it.
"Maybe you oughta take a page outta Hugh's book and hang around some bakeries.."
Decker scoffed. "Ol' Danny needs to have his head checked. Why would a fella want a girl like that..." He waved his hand, indicating he didn't quite know a way to describe her. What was her name again? Tabitha? He didn't know.
"Love the shiner though, Deck. Sounds like it's Brooklyn's calling card.."
"You feelin' left out Lucks? I could help with that ya know.."
"Hey, watch it!" Decker called out, indigant. "Lucky's one of my best pals." He grabbed her upper arm, as if protecting her. He paused for a beat and then said, "If anybody is gonna help give her a black eye, it's gonna be me." He showed both girls a playful smirk.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Jun 18, 2009 14:35:00 GMT -5
Lucky stuck her tongue out at him and dodged out of his arm, bounding onto one of the crates to get away from both of her friends. "I'm fine without the shiner!" she was grinning though, she missed just-- hanging out. Things had been so serious lately.
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Post by Smarty Jones on Aug 12, 2009 23:24:32 GMT -5
[[New Day]]
Smarty Jones was a hundred percent sure she would feel great after wrecking that bread slut who was going after Danny. And she had. For a while. She thought it would convince the girl to stop going after street kids and stay with her own kind--sweet and unassuming chaps with new tweed caps and shined shoes and pocket watches engraved with their initials.
But then she got word that the girl had been kidnapped, along with some others who Smarty didn't know and didn't care about. She didn't even care about the girl getting kidnapped--what did she care about her?--but then she heard that Danny was taking it real hard, and that's what messed her up. This was why she'd sworn off boys. They could take something perfectly planned out and screw it all up. Smarty hadn't been planning on feeling guilty. It was a brand new emotion for her, and she hadn't been herself lately. That was bothering her, too. Guys made her change like the weather. She hated that. Why couldn't she just...turn off that part of her?
She stood against one of the dock posts with her shoulders slumped, her tangled hair falling gracelessly in her face, as she contemplated a cigarette in her right hand.
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Post by Danny Hughes on Aug 13, 2009 18:10:50 GMT -5
Danny sauntered down the docks, cigarette in one hand and the other resting limply in his pocket. His mood had greatly improved as of late, though being that he communicated with few and expressed any kind of emotion with even fewer, it was likely going unnoticed. His conversation with Birdie had everything to do with it, her information about the kidnapped being alive refueling his determination. Birdie had also informed him that a particular Brooklyn newsie had gone out of her way to cause a friend of his harm, and though he couldn't understand her motives, he was generally finding other things to think about.
Walking along the very edge of the dock he paused, turning to face the water as the sun dipped beneath the horizon.
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Post by Smarty Jones on Aug 13, 2009 18:16:42 GMT -5
She saw him before he saw her. She had that familiar feeling in her chest, that sickening feeling that made it hard to breathe. She hated the feeling, and at the same time was nearly addicted to it. Her breath caught when she started to call out a casual greeting, as if nothing was wrong. Smarty Jones was usually so good at pretending nothing was wrong. Men made everything go wrong.
At last, she found her voice. "Danny," she said, attempting to keep her voice low and casual. She worried that he might hear the tight feeling in her throat in her tone. And each time she approached him, she knew he was driven further away.
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Post by Danny Hughes on Aug 13, 2009 19:25:58 GMT -5
He stood unmoving at her voice, the smallest hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He'd known she was there.
Blowing out a puff of smoke he turned around, his face again blank as he slowly walked over. "Smarty Jones." He stopped beside her, studying her face a brief moment before leaning on the opposite side of the dock post that she was up against and resuming the casual drags off his smoke. "You an' I have got a little problem don't we?"
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Post by Smarty Jones on Aug 13, 2009 19:38:08 GMT -5
"I thought as much," Smarty replied, trying to keep cool. She wished she could light the cigarette she held, but she was out of matches. She twirled it through her fingers, focusing on anywhere but Danny's face. "So? You gonna fight me about it, or...what?" She had no idea what to expect from Danny, because she had no idea what this girl meant to him.
"I'm sorry she got nabbed and all..." Smarty added. It was true. She might have hated the girl but it really sucked that she was kidnapped and killed or taken on a ship to Shanghai or something.
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Post by Danny Hughes on Aug 13, 2009 20:11:27 GMT -5
He scoffed lightly at her question but remained silent, taking another long drag and allowing the silence between them to hang. It took a lot to get any kind of emotion out of Danny Huges-- at least, visible emotion. At last he blew out a final puff of smoke and turned to her. "I guess we're done here then," As he shifted his weight from the post and stood upright he looked out at the water thoughtfully, flicking his cigarette away before glancing back to Smarty. "But you ever touch her again," he paused with a slight shrug, his expression remaining indifferent. "I'm gonna have to kill ya." Adjusting his cap on his head he turned, casually tucking his hands back in his pockets and continuing on his way.
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Post by Smarty Jones on Aug 13, 2009 20:29:17 GMT -5
Her eyes widened, but she kept her expression blank with a great deal of effort. She watched him as he walked away, and suddenly felt a surge of anger that built with every step he took. She...she had liked him, for God's sake. And now he wouldn't even want to be her friend, or anything. He wanted nothing to do with her. And knowing she screwed all of it up for herself was too much. She was finished. She would never even think about liking anyone ever again. Is this all that came out of it? It wasn't worth it.
Danny was gone. And Smarty began to run. She ran as if she hoped to leave herself behind in the dust.
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Post by Daisy O'Connor on Sept 8, 2009 20:31:39 GMT -5
[New Day]
There was a sort of quiet calm about the docks at this hour, just after the sun rose, that Daisy loved. The way the orange and pink light glinted off the water, promise of another day sparkling across the surface. Daisy liked to look at the boats and remember that it wasn't so long ago that she had been on one of them, crammed below deck with her mother and father, embarking on this new life in America...things had changed over the years. If it were warm enough, she'd have considered dangling her feet into the water, but as it was, she was content for the moment simply to watch, humming a tune softly to herself underneath her breath.
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Post by Dodger Samuels on Sept 8, 2009 21:19:13 GMT -5
Dodger had been on his way to see if Spot was going to Jack's meeting. The Bronx leader himself had thought it was all a bloody waste of time but no one ever bothered to ask him much of what he thought. Half the time you were either with Manhattan or you were with Brooklyn. Frankly he chose his own borough and they were missing more than their fair share. This meeting just seemed like a bloody well waste of time in his mind.
But he was off to see Spot, but he was caught off guard by a familiar wisp of blond hair. A smirk crossed his face as he walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist lifting her up, "Well if it isn't the lovely Daisy O'Connor! Sight for sore eyes and all of that rubbish.." He spun her around and sat her down on her feet to look at her, he hadn't seen her in a good long while. But then again, him leaving the Bronx wasn't happening as often as it could. "Hello there love.."
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Post by Daisy O'Connor on Sept 8, 2009 21:24:16 GMT -5
Daisy squealed as she felt arms go around her, tensing until she heard the familiar voice of her friend in her ear. Relaxing against Dodger, she let him hug her tight and settled her hands on his arms until he set her down and she could turn to face him. "Oh Dodger, but it is so good to see you!" Daisy reached up and touched him fondly on the cheek. It had been ages since she'd seen him, with everything that was going on she had no doubt he was busy keep track of his brood, the pub had been thick with gossip lately. "How are you?"
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