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Post by Administrator on May 14, 2007 0:30:37 GMT -5
Go ahead and shout, you know you want to...
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Post by spotconlon on Jun 17, 2007 11:58:00 GMT -5
Spot stood on the bridge, looking over the water. Things had been going well for him, for his kids. No one dared mess with Brooklyn anymore--they didn't dare. And Smalls...well Smalls had survived. That was important.
Fingering his cane idly, he chewed on a cigar, just enjoying the salty air.
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Post by pocket on Jun 23, 2007 12:58:28 GMT -5
[New day]
Pocket dashed onto the bridge, running as fast as her legs would carry her. She stopped running and slipped the silk scarf and the leather wallet into her vest, panting heavily.
"Damnit," she mumbled, rubbing her sore shoulder. She limped herself over to the side of the bridge and flopped to the ground. She unbuttoned her shirt a bit and pushed it off her shoulder a little, inspecting the wound on her shoulder.
Pocket cursed again and adjusted her arm so it popped back into the socket. She shuddered in disgusted and then ripped a piece from her trousers, tying it around her bruised shoulder. It was like a tourniquet but it was better than leaving it go. Pocket buttoned her shirt back up and adjusted her clothing, leaning back and closing her eyes, still trying a bit to catch her breath.
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Post by Cheater Hollander on Jun 23, 2007 22:16:14 GMT -5
"Are you okay?"
Cheater, who had been wandering around for a while and had decided to stop at the bridge for a break, looked down at the girl with concern on her face.
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Post by pocket on Jun 24, 2007 16:21:18 GMT -5
Pocket groaned and adjusted her cap so it shielded the sun from her eyes. She looked up at the girl that had stopped before her, looking concerned.
"I s'pose," she shrugged her shoulder that wasn't wounded. "Just got roughed up a bit, that's all. Guess nobody cares that you ain't s'posed to hit a girl."
Pocket rolled her eyes and then looked up at the girl again, hoping she wouldn't get pity. That's the last thing she needed.
"I'm Pocket, by the by."
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Post by Cheater Hollander on Jun 27, 2007 10:50:13 GMT -5
"Well obviously some people don't have any idea what manners are," Cheater responded, knowing how stupid it sounded coming from someone who had more than her share of bad manners.
She smiled at Pocket's introduction and held out her hand, both for Pocket to shake and to help her stand up. "I'm Cheater."
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Post by pocket on Jun 27, 2007 13:37:22 GMT -5
Pocket smiled a bit and gripped Cheater's hand, pulling herself off the ground. She moved her shoulder around and then shook her hand.
"Nice tah meetcha," she said and pulled her cap off. She bunched her curls into her hands and stuffed them into her cap, hiding her thick mane of hair in the hat. "So, what in dah world were ya doin' out here? Other than lookin' fer me, a'course."
Pocket grinned playfully and crossed her arms.
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Post by Cheater Hollander on Jun 28, 2007 14:54:16 GMT -5
[[Sorry it's so short... I have to get off]]
She grinned and nodded. "Well besides that... trying to sell the rest of my papes... not a very good selling day, though." Cheater scanned the bridge for any potential buyers, but could see no one.
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Post by pocket on Jun 30, 2007 14:30:38 GMT -5
"How much ya got left?" Pocket asked, stuffing her hands into her pockets, gazing up at Cheater from under her cap. "You and me could roam 'round lookin' for people tah sell to." she smiled a bit. "An' you ain't even gotta give me none of yer profits. Just picked a lined wallet a bit ago."
Pocket grinned and patted the pocket in her vest where the wallet was.
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Post by spunk on Jul 22, 2007 18:59:12 GMT -5
{NEW DAY}
Spunk made her way across the Brooklyn Bridge, she was done visting Manhattan for the day and decided it was about time to come home. But she couldn't help but stop in the middle of it and look down. She took a deep breath and just gazed over the edge, just thinking. This was one of her favorite spots in all of New York.
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Post by spunk on Jul 22, 2007 19:30:31 GMT -5
Spunk felt someone come closer to her, she looked over and saw a boy just leaning over the edge trying to figure out what she was looking at by the looks of it. She just smirked at him, looked back down and then at him again. She searched his eyes for a couple seconds and then decided that he was good enough to talk to. "What you looking at?" She asked.
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Post by spunk on Jul 22, 2007 19:38:02 GMT -5
She grinned at his response and nodded. "Not really, I just do this sometimes... I'm just thinkin." She said and shrugged. "Not many places round here you can just stop and think." She looked back over at him and grinned once more. "I'm Spunk." She said and gave out her hand, a regular introduction.
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Post by spunk on Jul 22, 2007 19:51:53 GMT -5
She looked over to him and nodded. "It is." She grinned over at him once again. "Nice to meet you Dutch." She said while still grinning. "You from around here?"
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Post by spunk on Jul 22, 2007 19:58:06 GMT -5
Spunk smiled and nodded. It was true, it was one of the few beautiful things in brooklyn. "It is..." She said and looked down and then up at him again. "I do too... where? If you don't mind me askin?"
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Post by spunk on Jul 22, 2007 20:27:56 GMT -5
"Brighton Beach, I don't live to far from there." She said smiling. But her smile went from that to a blush when he said what he said. She bit her lower lip and looked down. She had never been called beautiful ever in her entire life before. Other than by her father right before he got sick. Then she finally smiled up at him.
"Thanks..." She blushed again. "Your not so bad looking yourself if you don't mind me saying..."
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