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Post by gulliver on Jun 5, 2009 23:47:25 GMT -5
She was easy to talk to, and as Gully loosened up a bit, he was glad he'd left early enough to catch her. It was rare you met someone in New York who was worht chatting with for more than three seconds.
"Brooklyn's a fine town to be at during the night, as long as you know where to turn and when to keep your head down."
So she was street savvy too? He grinned.
"Yeah, I spose." he said "I think it might just be my boyish charm keepin me safe."
"Have you met Spot yet?"
Gulliver shook his head. He hadn't met the elusive Spot Conlon yet, but he was sure he would if he hung around enough.
"Nope, javen't had the pleasure." he said "You?"
But that was a stupid question, he knew she was probably much more well connected than he.
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Post by bunky on Jun 6, 2009 0:13:27 GMT -5
"Once or twice. He's a good newsie, though slow to warm to. If you're nice to him, he'll be nice to you." Piper informed him as she looked saw him loosen up a bit.
"You looks as though I've been the only goil you've seen so far eh? What the other goils weren't as nice to you as am i?" She asked in curiosity. She knew some girls were mean to boys, too stuck up for their own good.
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Post by gulliver on Jun 6, 2009 0:52:40 GMT -5
"You looks as though I've been the only goil you've seen so far eh? What the other goils weren't as nice to you as am i?"
Gully ran a hand through his hair, and leaned forward whispering.
"I'll let ya in on a little secret." he said quickly "I'm not exactly what you'd call a ladies man."
He rolle dhis eyes. Gully had seen plenty of girls, but finding the courgae to talk to any that were close to his age had been hard. But the weather and her voice and spending the night with some tough Brooklynn cookies had seemed to break the spell. He beamed.
"I guess ya just put me at ease." he teased "Good job on that by the way Scotty."
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Post by bunky on Jun 6, 2009 0:56:27 GMT -5
"I'll let ya in on a little secret, I'm not exactly what you'd call a ladies man."
Piper let out a small laugh and smiled. She then hopped up on the railing and crossed her legs, knowing she was in full control of her balance and that she did know how to swim if she did fall. She eyed the girl with a cocked eyebrow.
"Oh really. You could of fooled me." She replied back to him, "Scotty eh? Never 'eard that one befora."
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Post by shorty on Jun 6, 2009 2:34:13 GMT -5
Shorty went to the side of the bridge and stared down. She sighed, and thought about how good life might of been if she had parents, everything she did was to get there attention in hopes of them finding her. But of course that was in fairy tales. She growled in frustration. This kidnapping thing was getting her wound up to tight. The pattern she told Prince was only a possible one, there were millions of possible patterns.
Shorty looked back off the bridge, 'it would only take one single jump and land on land without catching myself...' she quickly shook off that thought, 'get it together Shorty you're in America now. You're just gonna use your criminal expertise to help and then you're done with the stealing and conning.' The truth about how she knew was she had been spying on Prince with that one guy, Gully or whatever, talkin' about it. It probably would of been the only way for Prince to notice her. But something still seemed different about Prince, he seemed tough but not the tough she had known. She knew goon tough. This tough, it seemed almost, protectful? 'But then again I could jump off of the bridge right now...' Shorty growled in frustration. It was amazing what people not understanding her could do to her. Stepping away from the side she shoved her hands in her pockets and walked away to get to the Bronx. 'Hopefully it will get me away from those thoughts about jumpin'.'
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Post by Scar Bourke on Jun 22, 2009 12:17:34 GMT -5
*NEW DAY*
Scar walked along the bridge, enjoying the cool night air on his neck. Today had been a long day, what with working the docks this morning and then going to see his other boss this evening. He'd figured he'd better tell Paul Kelly about these kidnappings, in case he hadn't heard about it through others. They didn't want any of their people to go missing and Scar wanted to know if Paul had anything to do with it. It would give him a good laugh.
Scar sighed and smirked thinking about how he'd seen Fighter the other night when she'd realized one of her kids had gone missing. The look on her face had been priceless and it was one he was grateful he'd seen. It was a look he'd like to put on her face, one of fear and misery. Scar shook his head, smirking again to himself. For awhile he'd decided to lay low on following her, especially since Joe had decided to pay him a visit at the docks. Now though he was back on game, he had a plan for her and one he wanted to put into action very soon.
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Post by Danny Hughes on Jun 22, 2009 12:52:12 GMT -5
Danny was leaning against the railing, his back hunched over and his face resting in his hand. It had been weeks since Tate's disappearance, and everyday that passed without getting her back chipped away at his hope. There were no leads, no suspects, and nothing anyone could do.
Patting his pockets he searched for a cigarette, pulling one out of his coat pocket after a moment and lazily lighting it up. He glanced back as another guy sauntered passed him and blew out a puff of smoke before speaking. "Nice night," he muttered casually, turning and leaning his back against a cool beam of the bridge. It was rare Danny ever went out of his way to speak to anyone, but since the kidnappings he found himself becoming slightly more loquacious, perhaps hoping that fate would bring him some answers.
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Post by Scar Bourke on Jun 22, 2009 14:26:52 GMT -5
Scar glanced at Danny, taking in his appearance. He recognized him as one of the Brooklyn newsies. Scar had gotten to know most of their faces from the time he spent following his ex-girlfriend. He also knew that most weren't very friendly and he wondered why this kid was even bothering to say hi to him. Scar nodded his head slowly, "That it is. 'Specially on the bridge, breeze is nice here."
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Post by Danny Hughes on Jun 22, 2009 14:47:57 GMT -5
"Aye," he agreed with a slight grin, taking in the other man's appearance as he took another drag. There was something very familiar about him, something that felt a bit off, but Danny couldn't place it. He was always one to observe so recognizing strangers face's wasn't new to him. "I know you?" Couldn't hurt to ask.
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Post by Scar Bourke on Jun 22, 2009 14:54:38 GMT -5
Scar shrugged and kept his face blank, the last thing he wanted to do was let on that Danny had probably seen him skulking about the house. He was usually very good about sticking to shadows, but Brooklyn kids had an innate ability to sense when they were being watched. "I work at the docks." Scar figured he wouldn't think anything more of it. Afterall the newsies spent most of their waking days at the docks together. They were bound to see him there once in awhile.
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Post by Danny Hughes on Jun 22, 2009 15:03:10 GMT -5
Danny nodded, blowing out a breath of smoke. He didn't spend a lot of time at the docks, but it was likely enough he'd seen him around there. Glancing over at him he smirked slightly, his cigarette dangling from his lips. The docks were a known hangout of the majority of the Brooklyn girls. "You know some of the Brooklyn lasses then yeah?" He found men were often enchanted by the shocking brutality of his female housemates, they certainly weren't easily forgotten.
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Post by Scar Bourke on Jun 22, 2009 15:11:12 GMT -5
Scar gave him an odd little smirk and nodded his head a bit. “I know a few of them by face and one or two by name.” Scar shrugged, shielding his thoughts from Danny. “Don’t really have enough time to chat with them though.” He did have enough time to think about strangling a few of them though. Especially the two that hung around with Fighter, but they weren’t his problem she was. He’d only go after them if they got in his way. No need to bring the wrath of Conlon down on his head. Not that Conlon would find out he was behind it. He stuck to the shadows well enough. He supposed that’s why he was so surprised that the one annoying newsie seemed to know too much about him. Joe had in fact set him back on his path to destroying the woman who had destroyed him. She seemed to be confiding too much in the others and he didn’t like it at all.
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Post by Danny Hughes on Jun 22, 2009 15:21:06 GMT -5
He nodded again, a smirk still tugging at his lips. The Brooks girls sure gave him hell, but he couldn't help but grow fond of them. "All the better for you then, I'd say," he grinned briefly and took another drag on his smoke. "One wrong word and you could lose more'n your head mate." He gave him a knowing smirk before leaning his head back and turning his gaze upward. "They got fight in 'em."
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Post by Scar Bourke on Jun 22, 2009 15:37:04 GMT -5
Scar smirked again and gave the guy a nod, pulling out a cigarette of his own and lighting it. "You seem pretty fond of them..." Scar thought this might be a good chance to see what Fighter did when he couldn't watch her. "You close with them?" He asked it nonchalantly hoping that didn't throw up the newsies radar. Most Brooklynites were so suspicious that the slightest question they didn't like would make them shut their mouths permanently.
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Post by Danny Hughes on Jun 23, 2009 12:57:45 GMT -5
Danny merely smirked at the question, not finding any reason to suspect the stranger. "Aye, you could say that, I live with 'em." There was never a dull moment in that lodging house, which was why Danny generally tried to stay away, but it was very much like a family-- a loud, obnoxious, and extremely violent family.
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