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Post by Spot Conlon on Mar 11, 2010 15:00:56 GMT -5
((New Day))
So the infamous Spot Conlon was back, and he wasn't going to take any lip from anyone either. He'd been around persay and listening to Birdie tell the tale he'd missed more than he'd bargained for on his little impromptu trip up state. With a snarl he moved into the game room and sat down, swinging his cane from side to side. He was aggravated, not only did he miss the largest movement in newsie kind now there were bastards gunning for his turf in Brooklyn.
Unlike the others that ran boroughs in this town Spot ran it more like an organization, when he needed to be there he was but he had good people helping him out most of the time. Grumbling and muttering he settled into his chair and leaned back. Waiting.
A part of him wanted to see how long it was before people noticed he was actually back. The other part wanted to wait in the dark and just watch.
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Post by Gwennie on Mar 11, 2010 17:59:14 GMT -5
The floor was cold under Gwennie's bare feet as she crept toward the door of the game room. It was later than she was usually up and she didn't want anyone to notice her. She wasn't really supposed to be out of the bunk rooms this late. Or at least, the older kids usually got mad at her if she was because they were busy doing grown up things and they didn't want her to butt in. Well, they never really did but they always seemed more mad about it when it was late like this. Normally, she wouldn't have risked coming down at all. But tonight she had a good enough reason to risk it. She had left her hat in the game room earlier and she just couldn't manage to get to sleep without it. She'd tried. She really had, but after lying in the dark for almost forever as person after person turned in for the night, she just couldn't put up with it anymore.
So far, she'd barely heard any signs of life but, still, she couldn't help but look over her shoulder as she slowly turned the knob of the door and eased it open gently enough to keep it from creaking. But when she peeked around the corner She quickly found that all of her caution had been for nothing.
Sitting in a chair and staring straight towards the doorway was the last person she should have wanted to see whilst sneaking around where she shouldn't have been late at night. But, rather than turning tail and running or cowering under his rather angry-looking gaze, her face promptly broke into a broad grin "Spot! You're back!" she whispered happily, careful not to be loud enough to draw any more attention to herself. After all, it was better to get in trouble from just one person than it was to get in trouble from a bunch of people.
Her hat recognizance mission completely forgotten, it was all she could do to keep herself from running up and hugging the much older boy and if it had been anyone else, she probably would have but what with him being the leader (and not really particularly liking kids very much) she knew that she wasn't supposed to. She'd never really understood why him being the leader made it bad for her to hug him but the older kids had told her that that was the way that it was so she didn't.
And I wasn't like it came up very much anyhow. Actually, she really hardly ever talked to him at all or even saw him a lot except in passing. Really, she didn't even know him too well, considering the fact that he didn't have too much time for little kids like her but the very fact that he had let her come to the lodging house in the first place and hadn't kicked her out even when some of the big kids complained about her every once in awhile had earned him her gratitude and her admiration whether he wanted it or not.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Mar 17, 2010 16:52:54 GMT -5
Fighter quietly opened one of the side windows on the first floor, thanking god for her good luck that it was open. She didn't fancy sleeping in an alley tonight, but she'd smoked too much today and had completely lost track of time. As she slipped inside she glanced around and then shut and locked the window behind her. Briefly she contemplated sleeping down here so she didn't wake any of the girls up but she was longing for her bunk so she bypassed the couches and started up the stairs.
As she walked past the game room her gaze slid inside, they usually left the door shut. Pushing the door open a bit more she leaned against the entryway as her gaze slid around her the room her eyes widening just slightly when they landed on Gwennie with Conlon. Hugging Conlon to be precise and slowly as recognition dawned a smirk crossed her face.
She nodded her head slightly toward her wayward leader, waiting to see how he would respond to Gwennie instead of getting the girl herself. She was actually finding the whole scene amusing and that was a rare feat these days.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Mar 17, 2010 17:43:27 GMT -5
The great Conlon had a few words to say about that, then again he watched the little girl like a Hawk for a few moments. She was known in the borough as Fighters Brat. For a variety for reasons, if it wasn't for Fight the girl might not have lasted long in the borough. Lord knew Lucky and Smalls didn't have a motherly bone between them. Or maybe it was just that they didn't have a caring bone between them. He knew they had soft bits but the leader preferred not to see them. After all, if there was a war he didn't need women messing it up.
His train of thought was derailed as the little girl hugged him. HUGGED him? The great Spot Conlon?! Was she mad!? Was she broken!?
"Oi!" he shouted putting his hands on the girls shoulder and removing her from his person. "What are ya doin!? You mad!?" He was shocked, and gave her a serious look. Lucky for her that his smoke was still secure between his lips or the kid would have taken a long walk off the pier. "Get yer grubby little hands off me kid!"
It was then that his eyes darted to the door, and there was Fighter. His eyes narrowed and he almost snarled, "This yours?" he asked almost more annoyed at the smirk on her face than the kid that was wrapped around him. "Best get it out of my site before something awful happens to it.."
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Mar 30, 2010 18:17:14 GMT -5
Fighter stepped i9nto the room and put a hand on Gwennie's shoulder, resisting the urge to roll her eyes at Conlon. She knew Brooklyn wasn't known for nurturing the kids raised in it, hell she'd been one of those kids and if things had been different she might be more like the pansy girls that inhabited the other boroughs but that's the way things were. She'd taken Gwennie under her wing and she'd make sure that the girl was properly cared for until she could take care of herself.
"Come on, kid, I think Conlon needs time to himself." She started to lead Gwennie towards the door but couldn't resist throwing another smirk towards Spot.
"Good to see you found your way back," Her voice missing it's usual sarcasm. She was honestly glad to see him around again and she knew Lucky would be relieved. Things had just gotten too hectic in the borough.
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