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Post by magnet on Aug 26, 2008 13:43:17 GMT -5
"Aight, maybe ya can sell fastah den me, but dat's not da point. Ya I got three bruddas, and der all youngah den me as well." He paused, "It ain't charity, I'm tryin' ta help ya out, ya seemed like ya had a lotta stress yestaday."
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Post by smileyanderson on Aug 26, 2008 13:47:07 GMT -5
"Yes, I understand dat but ya already helped me a lot. I don't want people like you to pity me, I only want da people I sell papes to to pity me." She explained, runninh her hand through her hair quickly, she was a little frustrated.
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Post by magnet on Aug 26, 2008 13:51:11 GMT -5
"Aright Aright. At least just let me buy ya somethin' ta eat. Ya hungry?" He asked calmy, hoping not to get her mad...again.
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Post by smileyanderson on Aug 26, 2008 13:59:38 GMT -5
"Yes a little, now dat, I will let ya do. Cmon Magnet,let's go. We'se late anyway."
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Post by magnet on Aug 26, 2008 14:02:43 GMT -5
"Good." He smiled, and stood up. He put his hand out to her to help her stand up, but his face flushed a little bit.
(I'll post at Stan's Bakery.)
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Post by Dodger Samuels on Oct 10, 2008 14:09:56 GMT -5
(new Day)
Dodger was getting a little bit fed up, the girls at the lodging house down the way were being good but his boys.
"That's it!" he'd about had enough of this bollocks, so held onto the end of his towel and scaled threw the mess of people's things. It was about driving him crazy really-- he stubbed his toe and winced, bouncing up and down rubbing his toe. A LOAD of Bollocks. What was it with these boys?
"Bunch a bloody children," he muttered. "I AIN'T GETTING YE ALL A NANNY AND I AIN'T CLEANING THIS UP!" He kept walking, trying to get to his hat that had managed to find it's way to his bunk. Dodger didn't sleep in the room reserved for him-- he left that for when he needed a private conversation didn't care to sleep away from the boys. They needed to be watched like a hawk more often then not.
"Crazy bloody mess.." he figured these kids had been on their own they could at least help him clean up the mess. Still holding his towel in place he was thinking of a few more rules. Like-- no girls without permission--
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Post by stretch on Oct 12, 2008 11:58:48 GMT -5
((Hope you don't mindme posting...  )) "I AIN'T GETTING YE ALL A NANNY AND I AIN'T CLEANING THIS UP!"The sudden sound of his leader's voice made Stretch jump a mile. He'd been sitting at the far end of the bunk room and hadn't noticed Dodger come in. He'd been sitting in a vacant chair, contemplating (as he often did) the photograph he always kept on his person. Reflexively he slid the bent and crinkled photograph into his back pocket as he stood up. He timidly glanced around to see exactly what Dodger was so upset about, and he could clearly see it: clothes and items, everything all over the bunk room floor. Stretch recognized his own leather messenger bag among it. He bit his lower lip. Whoops. He approached Dodger. Boy, he hated getting too near anyone when they were upset. He hated yelling. "Sorry, Dodger..." he said. "Don't nobody realize nothin' around here. 'Til you yell at 'em, that is..." He gave a shrug and a slight grin. Stretch was meek and easy to get along with, but he had a far tougher side that came out when it needed to. He liked to know how he was seen and tried to stay in a good light, especially with newsies that had influence, like Dodger. He didn't always like to be viewed as "that kid who can bend himself in half". It was a good way to get noticed, but if he wanted to make a name for himself that way, he would have joined the circus like his folks. |
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Post by Dodger Samuels on Oct 12, 2008 17:09:18 GMT -5
Dodger's head snapped up as he heard one of his lads from the other side of the room and a slight smirk crossed his face, as he dropped to the nearest bunk to examine his toe.
"Sorry, Dodger..." he said. "Don't nobody realize nothin' around here. 'Til you yell at 'em, that is..."
He laughed and nodded, "Aye, lad-- you've got that right--" Being the leader of the Bronx hadn't really changed Dodger to much, it'd made him more serious, less of a carefree bloke because he had people he had to look after. Stretch was a good kid, a lot of his boys had a lot of things they longed for so Dodger didn't ever press for things. He was there to make sure they all stayed alive, sold their papers and were all in all happy in their situations. Lord knows he tried.
"You know, mate, no matter how loud I yell the lads are going to toss their junk all over the place. No girls here to complain, they've got their own lodging house and half the time I'd rather live there..."
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Post by stretch on Oct 12, 2008 19:58:27 GMT -5
"Aye, lad-- you've got that right--"
Stretch gave a modest smirk, and stooped to pick up his messenger bag. He slung it across his shoulder as Dodger took a seat on one of the bunks. Although his messenger bag was no longer part of the mess, it wasn't a great improvement: similar articles were still strewn across the floor, from trousers to socks to hats, poker chips and stray playing cards, and was that an empty match book? Now that he'd been made aware of it, he could see the source of Dodger's frustration: the place was a dump. He gave a low whistle. "Golly, Dodger..." he said as he took a seat on the bunk opposite where Dodger sat. "I guess not even I noticed it before, huh?"
"You know, mate, no matter how loud I yell the lads are going to toss their junk all over the place. No girls here to complain, they've got their own lodging house and half the time I'd rather live there..."
Stretch laughed. "I'll bet you ain't the only one who'se thought that before..." he said cheerfully. A few other of the boroughs had one lodging house for all the newsies, and he knew some of the Bronx boys often complained about this...namely, why they had to be winnowed while everyone else wasn't. Stretch wouldn't care either way. But would girls be harder to live with? Some of them, he knew, wouldn't stop complaining. Maybe in Brooklyn they were easy to live with, if you were up to par with them...
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Post by Dodger Samuels on Oct 12, 2008 20:29:47 GMT -5
"Golly, Dodger..." he said as he took a seat on the bunk opposite where Dodger sat. "I guess not even I noticed it before, huh?"
Dodger shook his head and then sighed, "Not much I can do about it, mate. Just keep on them or just start tossing people's things in the incinerator like me mum threatened when I was a lad.."
"I'll bet you ain't the only one who'se thought that before..."
"It wasn't easy when I was a Manhattan lad, the gels were always running around complaining and the lads had to try and keep propper when they were in the same room but for the most part-- it was alright I have some great friend still there to this day... Sweets, Jack, Race is still a good mate. Most of the boys and I get along swell still.."
Which was why he tended to go to Jack to get his input when he had problems, other than any of the others he trusted Jack to give it to him straight.
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Post by stretch on Oct 14, 2008 14:38:24 GMT -5
"Not much I can do about it, mate. Just keep on them or just start tossing people's things in the incinerator like me mum threatened when I was a lad.."
Stretch chuckled. Dodger's comment had instilled in him a bit of nostalgia: he never knew his mother and had nothing to reply with. He thought for a moment. "Jacob didn't tell me to do all that much. He was messy as I was. But he did raise me right. Probably did more for me that my old man could." Stretch didn't know all too much about his father, either, but he could assume that a circus clown wouldn't know much about deportment. Jacob was the right choice to serve as a sort of guardian or godfather while Xavier Rutherford, better known as Dandy, rode aboard a circus train around the country.
"It wasn't easy when I was a Manhattan lad, the gels were always running around complaining and the lads had to try and keep propper when they were in the same room but for the most part-- it was alright I have some great friend still there to this day... Sweets, Jack, Race is still a good mate. Most of the boys and I get along swell still.."
Stretch recalled, he had heard someone say something once or twice about Dodger originally being from Manhattan. In all honesty, Stretch didn't know much of anything about the boys there (or the girls for that matter). All he knew, he knew from heresy. Jack Kelly was a bold, confidant leader. David Jacobs was one smart kid. Racetrack, a loudmouth and a gambling addict. Mabel Something (was it that?) who used to have a rich family. Other than that, Stretch kept to the Bronx. More often, he kept to himself. "I'll bet they're real swell fellas, huh?" he said with a slight grin. "I should maybe get out more, you think, Dodger? I don't know anybody outside the Bronx...or even outside the lodging house."
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Post by Dodger Samuels on Oct 14, 2008 21:50:50 GMT -5
"Jacob didn't tell me to do all that much. He was messy as I was. But he did raise me right. Probably did more for me that my old man could."
He didn't have much to say to that either, his home life had never been anything other than-- well chaos.
Hearing you were like your no good father could do anything to a lads, mind. Saying nothing he smirked as the kid talked, "Sounds like you had a good raising up.."
"I'll bet they're real swell fellas, huh?" he said with a slight grin. "I should maybe get out more, you think, Dodger? I don't know anybody outside the Bronx...or even outside the lodging house."
"Don't know anyone?" Dodger sounded aghast and his accent was full though the twinkle in his eye betrayed hid good humor. "Tell you what lad, you get on out of this dump and you meet people from all over the city and Ill buy you dinner.--" he had to think about it. "Come to me with the names and tales of three people and I'll buy you some big shindiggy thing at Molivo's in Queens, hows that?"
It was a bargain to be made for a shy kid, meet three people and learn their stories to get a good meal. Dodger himself was a story teller in his own right. And it was a lark for him to get to hear them.
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Post by z on Oct 15, 2008 0:14:58 GMT -5
Z stuck her head in and knocked on the door frame of the room.
"ello im looking for the leader here." she said demurely with her eyes cast downward. She really didnt want to see anything she wasnt meant to see.
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Post by stretch on Oct 15, 2008 17:26:30 GMT -5
"Sounds like you had a good raising up.."
Stretch nodded and grinned slightly. "Jacob was a Southern gentleman. My father was a circus clown. I think it's best Jacob raised me..." He didn't know what he would be if he had actually been raised by his father. Maybe he would have taken the place of his mother in the traveling circus. Every circus greatly valued a contortionist, but Stretch was one they would never get. As far as he was concerned, his parents had been freaks, and he didn't want anything to do with that kind of life. Couldn't he be a real person with a special talent?
"Tell you what lad, you get on out of this dump and you meet people from all over the city and Ill buy you dinner."
Stretch blinked. "You'll what?"
"Come to me with the names and tales of three people and I'll buy you some big shindiggy thing at Molivo's in Queens, hows that?"
He considered. Dodger was offering him a deal. It didn't sound like such a bad idea. After all, it would get him out more, and maybe he could make a friend in the process. But he wouldn't get his hopes too high. He'd always wanted to dine somewhere like the Greek restaurant in Queens, though. And not having to pay for it... "Alright," he said. "You got yourself a deal." He extended his hand for a handshake to seal it.
"ello im looking for the leader here."
Upon hearing the voice and seeing the timid entrance of a girl he hadn't ever seen before, Stretch looked at Dodger quizzically. He wouldn't say anything for the time being.
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Post by Dodger Samuels on Oct 15, 2008 19:16:44 GMT -5
. "Alright," he said. "You got yourself a deal." He extended his hand for a handshake to seal it.
Dodger took his hand and shook it with a grin, get the lad out of this place and have a good time doing it. He'd get a few stories and the kid just might make a few friends. Sounded very win, win to him.
ello im looking for the leader here."
"That would be me, love--" he sighed as he felt the leaders work was never done and got to his feet, bowing to her as he usually did though he didn't have his hat-- he faked it. "The Artful Dodger, at your service.."
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