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Post by dewey on Aug 10, 2008 12:47:00 GMT -5
"I dunno" he said lazily, turning his head toward the sun yet again. "ya wanna jus' sit heah foah awhile?' he asked hoisting himself up onto the top of the table and looking down at Dots.
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Post by dots on Aug 10, 2008 12:58:51 GMT -5
"I dunno, ya wanna jus' sit heah foah awhile?'
She looked back at Dewey. "Shoah, ya gotta dry off anyway." She closed her eyes again and tried to relax from the fight.
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Post by dewey on Aug 10, 2008 13:25:53 GMT -5
Dewey shifted in his seat, unsure what to say next. "So, what was it like in Ireland?" he asked Dots, remembering what she had said earlier about her past "udder den da bad part wit' ya pop, I mean" he added quickly, not wanting to upset her by bringing up bad memories. "do ya remembah it at all?"
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Post by dots on Aug 12, 2008 11:02:46 GMT -5
"So, what was it like in Ireland? udder den da bad part wit' ya pop, I mean. do ya remembah it at all?"
Dots remembered only very little. "It was wonderful, there was people walkin' around all the time, everyone was so nice. Ireland is a very beautiful country." She smiled at him.
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Post by dewey on Aug 22, 2008 23:51:35 GMT -5
"Sounds nice" he said, smiling at the thought of his own home. "It was kinda like dat at da farm. Everybody knew everybody an' aside from da chores on da farm, all we did all day was play and swim wit' family and friends, who were mos'ly family, anyway, so pretty much usually jus' family but it was real fun.' he finished less than eloquently. He genuinely missed the farm. Though he would probably hate it there after a few days if he ever went back, memories tend to be a bit selective and his were certainly not an exception. Sometimes it took him awhile to remember how much work there actually was to be done on a farm and how little free time it had actually left him.
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Post by dots on Aug 23, 2008 9:18:28 GMT -5
"Sounds nice. It was kinda like dat at da farm. Everybody knew everybody an' aside from da chores on da farm, all we did all day was play and swim wit' family and friends, who were mos'ly family, anyway, so pretty much usually jus' family but it was real fun."
Dots smiled at Dewey as he babbled about his family and the farm. Don't get her wrong, she loved hearing about it, she just doesn't remember Ireland at all that much. The only memory that she has is her mother singing her to sleep, the night before she died. "Ya, yoah's does too. I wish I remembered moah though."
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Post by bunky on Nov 19, 2008 18:54:04 GMT -5
(New Day)
Piper sat down at one of the benches with her papers and took off one of her shoes. Rocks were hidden in her shoe and it was giving her a pain. She moved her red hair fmor her face and tried to get the rock out of her shoe. It was a cold afternoon in Brooklyn and she was trying to get to another place to break ground, which meant crossing territories.
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Post by Danny Hughes on Nov 19, 2008 19:14:11 GMT -5
Danny was sitting on the bench opposite and glanced behind him at the sound of pebbles dropping. He had finished selling a few hours ago and was just enjoying a smoke. He generally avoided the lodging house as often as she could, the crowds and ruckus not exactly to his taste. Today he found himself in the park, and with a relaxed sigh he leaned his head back, blowing a puff of smoke up toward the sky.
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Post by bunky on Nov 19, 2008 19:22:02 GMT -5
Piper could see another Newsie right by her at another table, relaxing by himself as she out her shoe back on with ease, but as she was two teenage boys her age walked over, bottles in their hands and big smirks on their faces. She's encountered these boys before, they were drunk, stupid and wanting some action from her, of all goddamn people She sighed and tilted her head to the side, leaning back and gathering her papers into her hands.
"Hey goil, seen you around here befora. You wanna give us some news..." The boy said in a slur, Piper knew he was drunk off his rocker.
"Just leave me be, go off and find some hooker who as dumb as you to get action on, and take your scotch with you." Piper replied in her confidence tone as she was about to get up when he pushed her back down on the bench with his hand.
"What'ya say to me, bitch?" he snarled. Crap, Piper knew she was in trouble now.
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Post by Danny Hughes on Nov 19, 2008 19:46:03 GMT -5
"Hey goil, seen you around here befora. You wanna give us some news..."
Danny refrained from turning around again, but an amused smirk tugged at his lips at the owner of the voice's clear inebriation. What was it? Two o'clock? He took a long drag on his smoke, again relaxing his head back and watching the sky.
"Just leave me be, go off and find some hooker who as dumb as you to get action on, and take your scotch with you."
He was slightly amused at the girl's snarky response, but his grin quickly faded as he felt the weight of her being shoved back onto the bench. He yawned as he slowly got up, flicking his cigarette stub as he came around the picnic table.
"What'ya say to me, bitch?"
Danny sighed, standing next to the now seated girl and towering a good five inches above the drunk duo-- the kids looked no more than fifteen. He glanced down at the girl, then again at the boy in front of them before casually smashing his hand into the kids face, knocking him back on his ass.
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Post by bunky on Nov 19, 2008 19:57:18 GMT -5
Seeing it all in slow motion was clear to Piper, the boy getting up from behind her, walking over to be next to her and looking down at her. His eyes were dark, but clear, having his brown hair hid under a typical newsie hat. He then head-butted one of the drunk boys near her, making him fall like a tree after being called "timber!".
All slow motion came back to reality as she saw the other boy go to get her in a swift motion. She raised herself up with her arms, pulling back and giving the other boy a good swing to the jaw. Something her brother taught her when she was young. The boy fell in a thump to the floor. She smirked, then feeling pain in her knuckles. She hit his jaw bone, almost breaking her knuckles. They were bleeding, but not broken.
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Post by Danny Hughes on Nov 19, 2008 20:33:10 GMT -5
((haha, he shoved him with his hand, head butting isn't his style ;P))
Danny saw the other boy moving toward the girl, but she seemed ready for him so he didn't step in. Thankfully the kid was drunk off his arse and went down with one punch. Slowly Danny reached in his coat pocket and pulled out another smoke, taking a seat on the bench. He watched cooly as the boys staggered to their feet and stumbled away. "Friends o' yours?"
Danny was indifferent by nature, he liked to keep to his own business and was impossible to provoke. The only three reasons he ever found to fight was for money, loyalty, or in defense of a woman. He wasn't hot headed like most of Brooklyn, but when he did find reason to use physical force, it never ended well for the other person. The drunk boys were just that-- boys. He didn't waste much effort on children.
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Post by bunky on Nov 19, 2008 20:39:02 GMT -5
Piper sat back down on the bench and inspected her bloody knuckles on her hand. She squinted as she tried to moved them around to see if there was any injuries that she needed to look at.
"They think they're me friends, but they've been around these parts and around me and me territory in Manhattan." Piper replied in a grunt as she looked at the boy. He looked a but tough to her, but not so much in any case.
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Post by Danny Hughes on Nov 19, 2008 20:46:47 GMT -5
He nodded, resting his elbows on his knees and puffing thoughtfully on his cigarette. There was an obvious Scottish twinge to her accent, much greater than his own, and the sound of it made him grin slightly. "You're Scottish then?"
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Post by bunky on Nov 19, 2008 20:53:38 GMT -5
"Born there and brought here as a wee lass. The name's Piper." Piper introduced herself as she pushed her hair back again. Taking out the matches from her pocket, she held the box in between her fingers and felt more calm and collective.
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