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Post by Administrator on Dec 31, 2006 13:00:36 GMT -5
A nameless pub in the heart of Hell's Kitchen, shady business goes on down here...
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Jan 7, 2007 23:38:04 GMT -5
Lucky wanted a drink, hurray for beer. She sighed a bit and took a drink from the glass, Hell's Kitchen. She'd always liked the place. Had been her dad's favorite gambling spot.
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Post by littlewitch34 on May 30, 2007 14:18:39 GMT -5
Aura stood behind the bar and wiped her forehead. The guests of the pub were keeping her hopping; she hadn't had a spare moment for nearly three hours, and her feet were killing her. She glanced around and then slid her feet out of her shoes. She let herself rise to balance on her toes, stretching her feet out. She sighed happily and tucked a red curl back from her face.
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Post by Zeke Cooper on Feb 28, 2008 0:14:31 GMT -5
(new Day)
Zeke wanted beer and a change of scene, not like he liked Manhattan all that much. Mostly he was there for the good booze and maybe run into someone so he could work out his energy by beating the bloody hell out of someone.
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Post by manhattan on May 9, 2008 23:04:40 GMT -5
Manhattan walked into the bar. She was tired of all the milling about every place in Manhattan. No matter where she was there were newsies or someone with something to say. She just wanted a quiet place to sit, enjoy a beer and write. This dive, though shady served her purpose. Not a single newsie was in sight and it was basically dead. She just needed time to brood and think. Not her usual hectic thinking but more structured. god i need a beer she thought to herself. she signaled the bar maid or what ever she was for a pint and sat heavily on a bar stool, her front facing the end of the bar and her back to the wall. She wasnt stupid in a place like this.
Stretching, she slowly let her muscles loosen, letting the darkness of the pub relax her sore back and no longer being on her feet eased their aching. Two jobs got to you sometimes. Taking her hat off she shook out her hair and ran her hand through it. Looking up she caught the eye of the other lone man at the bar. Nodding and Blowing the strands out of her face she grabbed the pencil behind her ear and began writing.
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Post by Jack Kelly on Aug 16, 2008 13:48:11 GMT -5
Jack sighed, running a hand through his hair. This whole thing was a mess. He neede to find David, damn it. He was the only one who could ever sort out his head; with him going to law school, he wasn't around as much. Jack couldn't blame him though--he was smart, he had a future.
Jack instead was having to balance the needs of his newsies, between the needs of his own life. He'd never had to do anything like this...it was harder than he ever thought it was going to be.
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Post by davidjacobs on Aug 16, 2008 14:04:40 GMT -5
Finding Jack had been harder than David had anticipated. Usually his boisterous friend seemed to be everywhere at once, but nowadays it was like the city had swallowed him up.
However, earlier that day David had overheard some newsies mentioning that Jack Kelly was loitering in a seedy pub in the heart of Hell's Kitchen. So, after a long period of internal debate, David had set off to find him.
Poking his head inside the pub, his senses were immediately assaulted by the acrid smell of smoke and unwashed bodies. Coughing as quietly as he could into his sleeve, David forced himself to take a few more steps inside. This wasn't his sort of place at all, he realized as he squinted nervously around the dim room for Jack. If his friend wasn't there, David was going to be extremely irritated. He would also probably smell strongly of tobacco for the next three to four years, which would simply delight his parents.
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Post by Jack Kelly on Aug 16, 2008 14:51:55 GMT -5
Jack looked up as the door opened, seeing David. "Oi!" Jack grinned at David, laughing as the man looked like he was going to die. It wasn't that bad of a place, really; it was definitely the kind of place where he could get away. No one bugged him here, at least, not any newsies.
Standing up, he waved David over, ignoring the snickers he was hearing from the older, more jaded patrons. Somehow, his friend always found him when he needed him most.
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Post by davidjacobs on Aug 16, 2008 16:52:46 GMT -5
"Oi!"
David looked up and saw Jack waving to him from the bar. He sighed with relief. He had been starting to get some dark looks from the people swilling drinks around the dirty tables.
David hurried over to Jack, ignoring the muffled laughter. He knew he fit in here about as well as a good story fit into The Sun, but he had found Jack and that was what was important.
“There you are!” he exclaimed when he reached Jack. “Where have you been?”
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Post by Jack Kelly on Aug 17, 2008 14:59:49 GMT -5
Jack shrugged, clapping David on the shoulder before guiding him into the stool next to his, ordering the man a water.
“There you are!” he exclaimed when he reached Jack. “Where have you been?”
"Around." Jack shrugged and took a drink of his beer. "Talked to Spot...trying to sort out what's going on with this stirke and all...trying to sort out everything, really." He smiled lopsidedly. "You know me, I ain't so good at thinkin' things through on my own. But hells, I always try." He nodded towards his friend. "But yous been looking for me? I's not the one who's studyin' a hoity toity lawyer.."
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Post by davidjacobs on Aug 17, 2008 20:44:45 GMT -5
David smiled when the bartender set the glass of water grudgingly in front of him. Jack knew he wasn’t much of a drinker; he didn’t like what it did to his mind. Jack, on the other hand, seemed a few sheets to the wind.
"Talked to Spot...trying to sort out what's going on with this stirke and all...trying to sort out everything, really."
“Strike?” David asked, looking quizzically at his friend. “But Dodger said you weren’t interested in striking.” This whole business was beginning to give David a headache. He had no solid facts to cling to, just impressions that leaked down through the grapevine.
"You know me, I ain't so good at thinkin' things through on my own. But hells, I always try."
David scowled. He didn’t like when Jack put himself down like that. “You’ve never had any trouble thinking things through,” he chided. “You just think you do.” He took a sip of his water, then turned the glass slowly around in his hand. The dirty light drifted sluggishly across the surface of the drink.
"But yous been looking for me? I's not the one who's studyin' a hoity toity lawyer.."
“Hah!” David laughed. “Hoity-toity? Me? Not in this lifetime.” He gave Jack a disbelieving smile. “And of course I’ve been looking for you.” He took a closer look at Jack’s wide smile. “Exactly how many drinks have you had, cowboy?”
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Post by Jack Kelly on Aug 17, 2008 21:23:57 GMT -5
“Strike?” David asked, looking quizzically at his friend. “But Dodger said you weren’t interested in striking.”
Jack nodded. "Sorry..I meant...strike as in, the idea of it." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I don't want to strike. I don't think it will work." Spot's words that he was being selfish were running through his head. Was he? "Spot well..he aint of the same mind. He wants one."
“You’ve never had any trouble thinking things through,” he chided. “You just think you do.”
Jack smiled at David, clapping him on the shoulder gently. "See, dis is why I need you around. You's dah best thing for my over inflated ego." He laughed lightly. He didn't have the same smarts that David did; his were more for the heat of things; he didn't have a head for planning. He somehow got it twisted.
“Hah!” David laughed. “Hoity-toity? Me? Not in this lifetime.” He gave Jack a disbelieving smile. “And of course I’ve been looking for you.” He took a closer look at Jack’s wide smile. “Exactly how many drinks have you had, cowboy?”
Jack smirked. "I've had two." He put a hand over his heart. "Leadah honor, just had two." He sighed. "Just been tired. Runnin' all over. Talkin' to people." Before the price hike he had been talking to the papers, trying to find a place that might take him on as an intern. But now, he had to think of his newsies first.
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Post by davidjacobs on Aug 18, 2008 20:56:56 GMT -5
"I don't want to strike. I don't think it will work. Spot well..he aint of the same mind. He wants one."
David set down his glass. “Why don’t you think it will work?” What else is there to do? he mind added. “I mean, we have to try to negotiate with Pulitzer first, but if that doesn’t work –” He sighed. “I suppose we could try to get the attention of some well-to-do folks. That helped us last time.” He frowned thoughtfully, drumming his fingers on the bar. “But what’s got Spot so eager?” Normally, the forceful - if diminutive - newsie tended to wall himself up in Brooklyn at the first sign of trouble. Sure, he had joined forces with Jack last time, but it had taken a lot of encouragement. It seemed strange that Spot was striking out on his own now. David winced at the unintentional pun.
"Leadah honor, just had two."
David laughed, smiling at Jack. “All right, I believe you, no need for theatrics.” It was nice to talk to Jack again. He’d missed it.
"Just been tired. Runnin' all over. Talkin' to people.”
David looked up in surprise. “Who have you been talking to?” David himself had managed only to get in touch with a few newsies, though it felt as though he had walked across the whole of New York.
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Post by Jack Kelly on Aug 19, 2008 17:09:36 GMT -5
“Why don’t you think it will work?” What else is there to do? he mind added. “I mean, we have to try to negotiate with Pulitzer first, but if that doesn’t work –” He sighed. “I suppose we could try to get the attention of some well-to-do folks. That helped us last time.”
Jack looked at David. "Why would the same thing work twice? Theys wise to us now--I wouldn't fall for it the second time. Besides now we ain't just kids; we's near adults with nuthin going for us." He paused. "I...I want to work for the papes, David." He sighed and took another drink. "I just think there's gotta be some way tah compromise. I mean--would they just raise dah prices for nutin, again? Knowin' how much they paid last time?"
“But what’s got Spot so eager?”
Jack nearly growled, frustrated. "He's just...got it in his head dat he's done negotiatin' or somethin'. Think's I aint thinkin' of my newsies."
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Post by davidjacobs on Aug 20, 2008 10:14:21 GMT -5
"Why would the same thing work twice? Theys wise to us now--I wouldn't fall for it the second time. Besides now we ain't just kids; we's near adults with nuthin going for us."
David scowled. Jack had a point. Of course Pulitzer knew they might strike – hell, he probably expected it. It was plain that he was hoping to just ride it out, though what he was getting out of it beyond a few strokes to his ego, David didn’t know. “That’s just like Pulitzer,” he muttered into his glass. “Give up who knows how much revenue simply for the pleasure of defeating a bunch of urchins and orphans.”
"I...I want to work for the papes, David."
David looked at Jack in surprise, then smiled. He knew that Jack couldn’t spend the rest of his life leading the Manhattan newsies, but he had never seemed to have any other ambition. “You mean like a reporter?” David asked. “You could do it.” Jack had a way with words – a way of making uninteresting happenings seem like front page news.
"I just think there's gotta be some way tah compromise. I mean--would they just raise dah prices for nutin, again? Knowin' how much they paid last time?"
David shrugged. “It’s not about money, remember?” He brought his glass down on to the bar again with a thud. “And I’d love to compromise, Jack, you know I would, but we don’t have anything to bargain with. Like Racetrack said last time, ‘they got all the marbles,’” David said, doing a passable impression of the smaller newsie’s New York accent. Sighing, David sat back on the barstool. “If we’re going to negotiate, we’re going to need help.”
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