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Post by Prince on Jun 9, 2009 17:55:07 GMT -5
((New Day))
Prince came up and knocked on the Brooklyn Loding House door. She would have waltzed right in, but it seemed as of late there was a loss of leaders around here. She couldn't find Jack anywhere! And she hadn't seen Spot in ages. She wasn't sure who the best person was to talk to, and rather than starting off on the wrong foot, she thought she would look and see if she could find someone to point her in the right direction
It was a rarity to see Prince outside of her borough. Too easy to have close calls, too much of a chance. She'd hafta see how this went to see how often she continued to venture around the city.
She was coming to see if she could learn anything about missing kids. She had lost another one, and didn't want to lose more. She didn't know who was behind it, if anyone else has lost kids, she felt rather in the dark, and she really didn't like that. She was going to control her temper, but if someone lit her match she'd go off like a firework. At this point she was fairly collected, just wanting to talk to someone who knew something!
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Post by gemmahightower on Jun 9, 2009 20:09:22 GMT -5
Gemma peered around her, looking for the building the little shoe-shiner boy had described to her. She looked calm and comfortable with her surroundings on the outside, to make sure nobody realized just how new she was to Brooklyn. Even if she didn't know squat, she was determined that nobody would know it.
At long last, she spied the Brooklyn Lodging House, and sauntered casually over to the front. There was a girl about her age waiting at the front door, looking pretty as ease. With a shrug, Gemma approached.
"Hey," she greeted the taller girl casually, with her hands in her pockets. "You waitin' foah someone?" Her original English accent was extremely faint, a sign that she was getting better at faking the Brooklyn accent.
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Post by Prince on Jun 9, 2009 20:37:39 GMT -5
Prince looked at the new girl, and made sure her voice was deep when she talked. See, Prince was in a constant disguise always appearing to be a boy. Her hair was cut short to make her look like a boy, she had no chest to speak of due to the wraps that were hidden under her clothes. No one saw through it, especially since she was just made over to look so much like this. Too many close calls can do that to a girl.
"Yeah," she said in her deep voice, since she didn't recognize the girl. "Anyone who might have information about the kidnappin's can ya point me in the right direction?" she asked the young girl. Hadn't seen her around, she wondered if this girl really knew what was goin' on at all... or how long she'd been there. Then again, what did she know? Not like she lived in Brooklyn, or even visited often.
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Post by gemmahightower on Jun 9, 2009 20:51:33 GMT -5
((Oh lol, that just shows how new I am doesn't it? Sorry about that. Ignore the comments about Prince bein' a girl.  )) Gemma pretended to seem unsurprised, like shed heard of the kidnappings before this point. Which she hadn't. "Can't say I can," Gemma shrugged apologetically. "What's your interest in the kinappin's? Got a family member gone missin' or somefin'?" She asked more out of courtesy than anything else, but she did want to know just how many people were going missing. This might be something she needed to know. |
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Post by Prince on Jun 9, 2009 21:31:59 GMT -5
((It's okay, ya didn't know and it isn't up anywhere, so don't worry about it, you didn't say it to her, so it's no problem.  )) "Ya could say that... I've got 2 kids missin' from my borough," she said folding her arms. "Last I heard Manhattan was missin' several kids too, I didn't know much else, so I came here to see if I could talk to Lucky, Smalls, Joe... anyone with a clue of what the heck was goin' on. You know where any of them are?" she asked keeping her deep voice and cocking an eyebrow as she did so. She figured they would at least notice missin' kids if nothin' else. "And what's your name by the way?" she asked rather curious of this girl. |
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Post by gemmahightower on Jun 9, 2009 23:11:15 GMT -5
((Thanks! )) Her borough? Wow, this guy must be more important than she thought. Gemma shrugged, "Last I heard Smalls was 'round Kings Highway. Try... Lorimer Street." She felt a little proud that she could remember the names of a few places in Brooklyn; maybe she was finally making progress. "The name's Gemma," she said with a smile, pulling one hand out of her pocket to hold out her hand to the boy. She winced inwardly at how her slight English accent came out a bit more as she said her own name, which sounded a bit too feminine for her likings. "And yours?" |
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Post by Prince on Jun 9, 2009 23:46:59 GMT -5
"Prince," she said spitting in her hand and going to shake Gem's in return. She assumed if she was a girl hanging around the lodging house then she probably was a newsie. "Lorimer Street?" Prince said nodding. "Gotcha," she said. She kept her deep voice and boyish attitude, it was flawless by now, she'd been doing it for nearly 10 years... come to think of it.
"Pleased ta meetcha Gem, and thanks for the tip," she said as she turned to leave. "Have a good one girly!" she called in a deep voice before headin' off to Lorimer.
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Post by gemmahightower on Jun 10, 2009 0:12:00 GMT -5
Prince. Gemma grinned, what a strange name. A nickname, but an interesting name nonetheless. She should Prince's hand, even though the feeling of the boy's spit on her hand was uncomfortable. She'd get used to it eventually.
"Same goes ta' you, Prince, and I hope you find whatever yous lookin' foah," Gemma waved him off. She watched him go, shaking her head a little at the irony of being called 'Gem', the nickname her father had always called her by. Well, the name Gemma didn't exactly offer many other choices.
Turning back to the front door with renewed courage, Gemma turned the knob with a confident hand and entered what she hoped would become a new home.
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Post by merc on Jun 30, 2009 11:27:26 GMT -5
Mercy had been wandering around New York for what felt like days. A strange looking boy with an eye patch had told her to go to Brooklyn to find someone named Prince. She only went on a hunt because food and shelter was involved.
Surely she had seen Newsies all over the city, but she didn't know anything about them besides the fact that they sold news papers. She finally stumbled upon the "Lodging House" and saw a pretty looking girl go inside. "This must be the place," she thought.
Nervous to open the door, she sighed and started giving herself a pep talk. "OK Mercy, it's now or never. You need a place to stay, eat, everything! This is the best place for you. Now open that door. Come on, open!"
She finally plucked the courage and the door swung open. The pretty girl she saw before had also just entered, so she yelled to get her attention, "HEY."
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Post by Smalls on Jul 20, 2009 21:47:37 GMT -5
- New Day - Smalls leaned back against the cold building, enjoying the relief of night after being assaulted by the scorching sun all day. While Danny was off playing leader the Brooklyn newsies were on their guard. She narrowed her eyes slightly as she peered into the darkness, daring the kidnapper to show himself. There was nothing she longed for more than to get her hands on whatever scum had been picking off their kids-- she was sure she could make them regret it. Pulling out a cigarette she casually lit it, flicking the match into the shadows as she took a long drag. No reason not to enjoy herself while "on duty". |
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Post by merc on Jul 25, 2009 20:40:04 GMT -5
The pretty girl from before just ignored Mercy...like everyone else. Mercy decided to wander around Brooklyn just a bit longer, at least until someone would talk to her. She was on the more reserved side of things, so it would more than likely take a while.
A woman was leaning against the building Mercy had tried getting information about earlier, and plucked up the courage to speak. "Why the long face? Is something wrong?"
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Post by michael on Aug 10, 2009 15:23:08 GMT -5
-NEW DAY- As he approached the dilapidated Brooklyn lodging house Mike heaved a sigh. He was exhausted. Most of his investigation into the missing street kids case was having to be done off the clock because of its "useless" nature. He examined the door a moment, hanging on its hinges and swaying slightly in the breeze, and wondered if he should even knock. With a slight shrug he knocked on the door frame, peering inside the old warehouse for any sign of newsies. It was common knowledge that the Brooklyn kids were the worst of the worst, but Mike was tired of hitting dead ends. |
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Post by Zeke Cooper on Aug 10, 2009 15:31:12 GMT -5
Zeke had... skipped the meeting of sorts. He'd basically hung out in back and listened. At the knock he looked confused as he shoved his unlit smoke behind his ear and headed towards the door. Who in their right mind would be knocking?
His eyes narrowed when he saw a man, a cop. He'd never liked cops, they always wanted more then you were willing to give and worse they liked to make you suffer for wanting to be better off then you were. He hated them.
"What do you want, bull?"
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Post by michael on Aug 10, 2009 15:50:22 GMT -5
This guy was a newsie? Mike looked him up and down, raising an eyebrow but managing to contain his smirk and remain professional as he held up his badge. "NYPD, I'm investigating the recent disappearance of several children, most of them sold newspapers. Do you have a minute?" Short and sweet, Mike didn't expect to get much from this crowd.
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Post by Zeke Cooper on Aug 10, 2009 18:52:45 GMT -5
He wouldn't get shit but Zeke lifted a brow, he wasn't a newsie. No but he was loyal to Brooklyn as they all were. Muttering he stepped out of the lodging house and shut the door. He felt like the door man at the gate of hell sometimes, making sure people who they didn't want in didn't get in.
"Talk quick." yeah he'd get little from any of them but they were all stressed and angry about all of this. And Zeke had half a mind to crack a few heads to get this over with. If someone pointed him in the right direction.
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