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Post by Prince on Jul 25, 2007 3:50:27 GMT -5
The Brooklyn newsies bunk room is upstairs and has high ceilings and dirty, broken windows. These windows face the street.
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Post by spotconlon on Jan 25, 2008 1:31:28 GMT -5
Spot was making his rounds, tapping his cain lightly on his shoes as he surveyed his territory. The beds were in all states of disarray..but that was just fine. As long as he didn't see anything that was more than he could stand--stuffed animals...anything that could delinate a sign of great weakness.
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Post by gabbi on Jan 25, 2008 8:23:42 GMT -5
((This is assuming that they have some knowledge of each other-- if not, I'll edit.))
Gabbi slipped into the bunk room quietly, as was her custom, and methodically turned all of the corners that it took her to get to her bed. She hadn't gone to bed since the night before, and hadn't come in then either. Her papers were sold, but it was less than her average.
In short, she felt as though she were about to pass out. Hit the floor pass out. Finally she got to her bunk and sat it it, then saw Spot Conlon out of the corner of her eye, a row or two down, and leaned over to the other side of her bed, deciding to make her presence know.
"Evenin' Mr. Conlon," she said with an exhaused mixture between a smirk and a smile, her feet aching but thanking her for the reprieve from standing. Her voice even cracked, obnoxiously cueing her exhaustion and portraying it for the Brooklyn leader. Wonderful.
She took her hair out of the ribbon with which it was tied and tied the ribbon to her wrist, her very cold bare feet slipping under the covers to be warmed by both her hands and the sheets.
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Post by spotconlon on Jan 26, 2008 23:34:23 GMT -5
((lol its fine. I'm sure Spot is okay with it ^^))
"Hey." Spot nodded, fingering his cane. He had met Gabbi only once--when he was checking her over, giving her the rules--fight and piss anyone in the house off, fine...mess with him, get the cane and be forced into another burrough.
"Sellin go well?" Sounded like it didnt--but he was "attempting" to sound like he gave a care.
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Post by gabbi on Jan 26, 2008 23:43:54 GMT -5
Gabbi half snorted at that, groaning a bit. "Hardly, I'd say. But 'ay, dere's always tomorrow, aye?" She smiled as best as she could and rubbed her feet under the covers, trying to get feeling back into her toes.
She finally let go of her feet and leaned back in a stretch, then slumped forwards. "Cold out today," she commented absently, "Youse done sellin for da day, or youse sellin a later edition?" she asked, tilting her head a bit as she looked at him. Whether or not he was in a talking mood was questionable--then again, she didn't know if he was ever in the talking mood. Well, she supposed that she'd find out.
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Post by spotconlon on Jan 30, 2008 21:38:27 GMT -5
"Done sellin". Spot smirked, leaning on the bunk a bit. "Is never take long--why I'm leadah and yous aint." He didn't mind Gabbi much. She wasn't snivvilng, and she knew not to mess with him--basically, she wasn't an idiot.
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Post by gabbi on Jan 30, 2008 23:47:25 GMT -5
Gabbi grinned at that, shaking her head a bit. "Boy, youse shore know how ta make a lady feel good, dontcha?" She smirked some, shrugging. "Den again I aint never really considered meself as ah lady in da first place." A slight pause, a moment for her exhaustion to seep in. The quasi-warmth of the room was nice, sleep-inducing at lease. "But youse right anyway, youse do a lot more'n sell a lot--'n quickly at dat-- obviously it gets you ta be leader though. Lot more than I'd be willin' to put up with. Proves your point though, I guess." Another smile--it was one of those days of euphoria enduced by a catatonic experience--the kind where the sleep was forcefully removed from a being after a certain stretch of time.
It made her happy--that is, after it made her irritable-- and generally more pleasant to be around than usual. But even on a normal day she knew better than to pull any crap on Spot. It wasn't a smart thing to do on a good day, and questionable days when one was of a questionable state of mine--well, that was a death sentance in one tidy package, topped off with a bow. He was one of the few people she wouldn't cross--mayhap even one of the ones she was scared of. Really that was unquestionable-- she didn't know anyone who wasn't scared of Spot, or who hadn't been at some point or another.
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Post by spotconlon on Jan 31, 2008 22:27:10 GMT -5
Spot snorted, allowing Gabbi to blather on. She was a bit of a talker, but nothing she ever said made him want to knock her teeth in, so he allowed it. "Dats right now, ain't it?" He chuckled. "Yous newsies never get what I put up wid...always havin to beat yous up to prove it."
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Post by gabbi on Jan 31, 2008 22:56:16 GMT -5
Gabbi nodded, complacently, letting his ego elevate itself with a little assistance from her exhaustion induced rambles. She smiled and laughed shortly, nodding. "Yeah, n' dats what gives us our good reputation." She nodded, proudly--she didn't know of a Brooklyn newsie who wasn't exuberantly proud to be Brooklyn. It was rough, but they were respected. Or feared--either way, it made most of them feel important. And that, naturally, was what they liked. It was most certainly worth the rough and tumble life they had--being Spot's newsies and Brooklyn in general scored serious street points.
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Post by spotconlon on Feb 4, 2008 21:50:31 GMT -5
Spot snorted. "Right." He was tired of having to deal with the new influx of annoying girls, who seemed to not realize what being a Brooklynite really meant. "Yous gotten tah know any of dah others heah?"
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Post by gabbi on Feb 4, 2008 22:22:00 GMT -5
Gabbi shrugged a bit, noncommittally pulling the covers over her legs but over little else. Finally she was feeling less chilled, but most of all she was thankful that she wasn't being nipped at by the obnoxiously frigid crosswinds, all of which were encouraged by the geometric layout of the city. It was a mixed blessing--in winter it was frigid, but sometimes in the summer it was nice to have a breeze. It was less pleasing, however, when the cross breezes brought with them the wretched malodorous smell of rotting meat, garbage and human waste.
"A few," she said, although specifics were neglected. She liked to gab, but she wasn't always keen to make acquaintances with everyone she met. There were a few who she enjoyed to be around, a few she was required to be around, and a few that she loathed. But all the rest seemed to fall into the backdrop. She smirked a bit, "I ain't always dis sociable. Or talkative."
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Post by muse on Apr 20, 2009 17:24:19 GMT -5
(NEW DAY)
Sitting on the edge of her bed, Muse pushed her hair over her shoulder and blew some of it out of her face, as she tied her shoes. Leaning back up, she stood her ratty brown suspenders hung around her legs bumping then gently when she walked as she buttoned the last 3 buttons on her shirt. Pulling the suspenders up and over her shoulders she snapped them into place as she made to grab her vest.
"Where's my hat?" She asked herself as she looked around. It was like this every morning, by now she swore her hat had feet and like to wonder off just to irritate her. Shrugging she shoved her hand under her pillow and grabbed some coins from selling yesterday and her light blue ribbon. Tying her hair back in a braid she continued to look for the hiding article of clothing.
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Post by trex on Apr 20, 2009 17:42:20 GMT -5
Rex took the steps two at a time, stopping by to see Muse on his way to work at the stables, well really, not on his way, since he lived at the racetrack, but he didn't start his shift until nine, so he got up early every other day to go see his sister Muse.
He tiptoed through the door, keeping in a laugh as he watched her fumbling through her stuff, disorganized like usual in the morning. SHe wasn't facing the door, so he crept up behind her, and put his hands over her eyes.
"Guess who?" He asked, grinning contagiously.
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Post by muse on Apr 20, 2009 17:51:17 GMT -5
Grumbling to herself she tossed her blanket down on the bed again and jumped when two hands went over her eyes.
"Guess who?"
Taking a moment she laughed and pulled his hands down gently. "Rex!" Turning she hugged him and smiled up at him. "How are you today?" She asked as she pulled away and continued her search picking up her pillow she cursed quietly and got on her knees to check under the bed. "AHA!!!" She yelled as she pulled her gray cap out. "Thought ya would get away huh?" She asked it, knowing she probably looked crazy. But she didn't care.
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Post by trex on Apr 20, 2009 18:01:33 GMT -5
"Rex! How are you today?"
He smiled and hugged her back until she pulled away to continue searching for whatever thing she was missing.
"I'm okay, I missed ya and decided to swing by before work." Rex yawned slightly and grinned, his hair was a little messy, he had forgotten to comb it that morning.
"AHA!!! Thought ya would get away huh?"
Rex raised an eyebrow and grinned, laughing. His sister was crazy, but he was crazy too, so it didn't really matter. "What'd you eat for breakfast, missy? Huh?" He asked with a smirk. He was hiding a medium sized package behind his back, hoping Muse wouldn't notice it yet, he wanted her to be really surprised.
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(c)Red