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Post by gemmahightower on Jun 10, 2009 0:39:27 GMT -5
Gemma trudged up to the girl's bunking room slowly, making sure to note every crack in the wall and stain on the floor. Judging by the number of dents on the wall at about fist level, Gemma guessed that the Brooklyn girls had quite a few disagreements, but it wasn't an outright war zone. Couldn't ask for more than that. With a shrug, Gemma plopped herself down on a bunk that didn't look like it was being occupied... and immediately found out why as the bunk partially caved. Looking around self-consciously, she quickly made the bed back up as it had been the best she could and chose a bunk in much better condition nearby. Folding her hands behind her head, she closed her eyes and allowed her mind to wander off in to a doze. She hadn't gotten much sleep last night, and she needed it now if she wanted to start "work" fresh tomorrow.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jun 14, 2009 15:59:38 GMT -5
Fighter walked into the bunkroom, running a hand through her hair to try to get some of the knots out. Although she knew it would take a good hour to get them all out. Fighter started walking towards her bunk when she noticed Gem and stopped dead in her tracks. She didn't know her, but then again Fighter knew very few Brooklyn newsies since most of them didn't end up sticking around long enough for her to bother. "Hey, you new?" Fighter sat down on the bunk opposite the onew Gem was in.
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Post by gemmahightower on Jun 21, 2009 20:34:55 GMT -5
Gemma peeked one eye open to look at the girl with a glimmer of curiosity. "What, am I that obvious?" she joked, a small wry smile instantly on her lips as she sat up a little. "'Name's Gemma; Gem, if ya like," she offered, sticking her hand out in greeting.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jun 22, 2009 11:02:48 GMT -5
Fighter glanced at her hand, briefly but ignored it other than that. She wasn't trying to be overly friendly with the girl just a bit cordial. "It's not that your obvious, hun, it's that your laying in Lucks bunk and if you weren't new you'd know better than to do that." Fight pushed her hair back and gave her a smirk before lighting up a cigarette and standing up to walk to the washroom as she had originally intended. "Good luck here though, if you last more than a few weeks I'm sure we'll get to know each other."
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Post by gemmahightower on Jun 22, 2009 15:20:19 GMT -5
Gemma's smile widened a little as she let her hand drop, smoothing out the bunk beneath her. If there was one thing she liked about being among newsies, it was that people didn't have to waste all their time being polite. They could be as frank and rude as they wanted, and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it. And she liked it that way, for some reason.
"It's not that your obvious, hun, it's that your laying in Lucks bunk and if you weren't new you'd know better than to do that.
Gemma looked at her unassuming bunk with sudden interest, then shrugged and got to her feet. "Don't sit on Lucky's bunk. Lesson learned," she said as she hid her small grimace at the cigarette smoke. She'd never been allowed to smoke back "home", so she smell was still a little repulsive to her.
"Good luck here though, if you last more than a few weeks I'm sure we'll get to know each other."
"You bettah count on it, 'cause I'm not goin' anywhere," Gemma said with a subtle determination as the other girl stood. She picked up her worn bag and slung it over one shoulder. "One thing befoah you go off to wherever it is you's goin'. What do they call ya 'round here?" She was mostly just curious.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jun 22, 2009 15:41:42 GMT -5
Fighter smirked, thinking the girl was too innocent and far to sweet to be Brooklyn. Then again looks could be deceiving, Fight would give her the benefit of the doubt. Well she wouldn't be outright nasty to the girl, she was proving a bit smarter than some of the ones that had come before her. "Fighter Mallory...and I'm heading to the washroom."
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Jun 22, 2009 16:35:34 GMT -5
"Don't ever claim Lucky's bunk she's got a temper," the girl in question quipped standing at the door, leaning against the frame with her arms folded. She lifted a brow, "'ey Fight, I need your help with somethin... and I've got some things to tell you.." her eyes shifted to Gem. "I'm Lucky. If you survive longer then a bit you might learn more than that.."
She had to tell Fight about Danny, and about Tate and about that mess. And she wanted to find out what Brooks girl beat up on his little Bakery girl. His.. currently missing bakery girl.
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Post by gemmahightower on Jun 22, 2009 19:30:13 GMT -5
"Fighter Mallory...and I'm heading to the washroom."
Gemma's eyes glimmered with new curiosity for how Fighter got her name, but she bit her tongue and kept her questions to herself. The last thing she needed was to be the annoying girl who asked too many questions and got in to everyone's business. Just then the other girl standing by the door made herself known, and Gemma looked at the new arrival with a observing eye, though she hid her calculating behind a lopsided smile. She knew it wouldn't be a good idea to get on this girl's bad side, anyone's bad side here really, but her especially.
"I'm Lucky. If you survive longer then a bit you might learn more than that.."
Gemma sighed, though she kept a small smirk on her face. "Got it. You won't believe how many times I've hoid that t'day," was all she said, with an accepting shrug. She looked from Fighter, to Lucky, and back to Fighter again. "Well, obviously you two need ta talk about somethin', and I doubt you want me listenin' in. I'll see ya 'round Fighter, Lucky." She nodded casually to both girls and made for the door.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jun 23, 2009 14:32:00 GMT -5
Fighter ignored what Gemma said, focused on Lucky. She knew Lucky had something serious to talk about and that grabbed her attention. Of course the first thing that popped into her head was that more kids were missing. Fighter gave a sigh and looked seriously at Lucky while sitting back on the bunk. "What's on your mind?"
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Jun 23, 2009 17:54:03 GMT -5
"Danno's Bakery girl is gone... I know it wasn't you me or Smalls that roughed her up, only leaves Smarty. But I ain't gonna tell Danno that.." she ran her hand threw her hair as she walked into the room and sat down. "The leaders are startin' ta panic. We're missin kids, from everywhere from what I keep hearin... they're gonna have a leader's meetin, I'm thinkin of sending Danno to represent Brooks.." Because Smalls hated the meetings and lucky had other plans. "We need patrols.."
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jun 24, 2009 14:28:04 GMT -5
Fighter frowned when Lucky told her that Danny's bakery girl was missing. "Muse is too and I haven't been able to find Gwennie in awhile." Fighter rubbed her head, she'd been hoping Gwennie's disappearance was just coincidence and maybe she was at a different house but that didn't seem likely. "What 'bout Conlon?" Fighter hadn't seen him around since the night he came back and she figured that had something to do with her out burst but maybe not.
Fighter paused as she listened to Lucky finish speaking and she nodded her head to sending Danny to the leaders meeting. He was usually the most even tempered of anyone here so he would be able to shoulder it easily. Or he would have been at least before Tate went missing, Fight didn't know what he was thinking these days. When Lucky mentioned the patrols Fighter gave her a swift nod once more showing she was all for that. "I think we should pair people up for that. We can all take care of ourselves but too many of us are going missing. It will probably deter anyone from messing with us."
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Jun 24, 2009 19:39:41 GMT -5
"Just bein from Brooks detours people from messin with us," Lucky quipped before she sighed and leaned back on the bed, looking up at the leaky ceiling of the room. "I don't know about Conlon but I' do what I always do when he makes himself scarce. Pick up and carry on, we can't do much more than that. With Muse gone and Gwennie possibly seems like they're picking up the ones that won't put up much of a fight... And.. Danno got tanked and I had to chase his drunk arse all the way to the Bronx where he tried to yell at Dodger for not takin' better care of her. Oh yeah..."
She propped herself up on her elbows to look at Figher, a small smirk on her face. "At least Lefty is back.."
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jun 26, 2009 14:12:59 GMT -5
Fighter's eyebrow rose a few inches when Lucky started talking about Danny getting drunk and practically attacking Dodger. That certainly didn't sound like their Danny but then again times like these had a way of changing people. They were changing her, that was certain. When Lucky said Lefty was back Fighter grinned broadly, "He is? I haven't seen him in years. I may just have to pay him a visit." Because Fighter had been a regular to the boxing ring in Manhattan even before coming to the Brooklyn Lodging House she knew most of the boxers and Lefty happened to be one of the best.
The thought turned quickly back to their problems at hand though and she pushed her hair back off her face before pulling a flask out from under her mattress. After taking a swig she held it out to Lucky. "We should start the patrols right away. The sooner the better, I don't want anyone else disappearing." Lucky was right though, it seemed like whoever was snatching them was going after weak ones which worked out in their favor because Brooklyn wasn't known for it's weakness but it's violence.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Jun 26, 2009 15:03:35 GMT -5
"Yeah I missed him too.. Dodger was going a bit mad without someone to keep him centered.." she let out another breath as she tried to consider what else to do. Danny was okay now for the most part he just wanted something to do. And well--
"Aye, we'll get on that and I'll spread the word to the others. Papes, and patrols. We've got orders and a mission now.."
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jun 26, 2009 15:22:34 GMT -5
Fighter nodded and took out a cigarette, "Alright, that sounds like the best thing we can do to keep ourselves protected." Fighter wished there was more but they weren't rich and they weren't influential. They had to watch out for each other more than ever. "How many young kids are here besides Gwennie?" Fighter had never really kept track of them. Gwennie was the only one that had stuck out to her.
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