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Post by Fighter Mallory on Dec 19, 2007 11:35:13 GMT -5
Nods her head and reaches out to grab a cigarrette. "Thanks, always forget to grab some before walkin' this damn bridge." Lights the cig and inhales deeply. "God that's great."
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Post by frenchie on Dec 30, 2007 23:14:09 GMT -5
New Day
Frenchie had been wandering around Manhattan, and eventually found herself on the bridge. The bridge actually made her feel a bit nervous; it was foolish, but she would often panic about falling into the river whenever she crossed it. Nevertheless, she wanted to visit the Brooklyn library and was already halfway across the bridge, and walking all the way back to the lodging house was a less than appealing thought.
Wrapping her scarf more snuggly around her neck, Frenchie shuffled through the snow, lazily scuffing her feet on the ground. Her cheeks were a rosy color from being out in the cold, but she liked the outdoors, and tried not to let the weather bother her much.
She anxiously glanced over the side of the bridge as she walked. This turned out to be a bad move, as she promptly proceeded to trip over her own feet and fall down, her knitted beret flying off her head and landing in front of her. Frenchie never had been particularly graceful.
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Post by smokey on Jan 22, 2008 18:26:52 GMT -5
((New Day))
Finishing off the last of her cigarette, Smokey coughed violently, tossing the butt over the bridge and into the water. She grabbed her throat painfully. What was once the sweet taste of the cigarette was now bitter and burned the back of her throat worse and worse each time she inhaled. But when she had to have one she just had to have one and unfortunatley for her, she didn't see herself quitting anytime in the near future.
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Post by mabel on Jan 27, 2008 22:06:24 GMT -5
[New day]
Several books tucked beneath her arms, Mabel moved briskly across the Brooklyn Bridge. It was dark and far later than Mabel cared to be wandering the city streets. Cold and only slightly aware of where the Manhattan lodging house was in relation to the bridge, Mabel was frustrated and the slightest bit scared.
She'd just lost track of the time, was all. She'd meant to quickly stop by the Brooklyn library and take out a few books- get in, get out and get back to Manhattan. This had failed for two reasons: one, it was ill-advised to leave Mabel anywhere with a large array of books (in her short life, she'd found few passions but among these few was reading) and two, Mabel had little to no concept of time (being a newsie was the first activity she'd partook in that had any kind of schedule).
Now cold, nervous and moderately to completely lost, Mabel wanted nothing more than to get back to the lodging house.
Slipping on a spot of black ice, Mabel's arms flew out to steady herself while simultaneously flinging the books she'd borrowed from the library every which way.
"YOU STUPID, WRETCHED LITTLE THINGS!" Mabel shrieked at the books, looking either childish or insane to passerbys. Her brown hair had fallen in her face which had taken on a violent red shade- both from the cold and the mini-tantrum.
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Post by hawkeye on Feb 4, 2008 21:38:28 GMT -5
Hawkeye was walking from Brooklyn back to Manhattan. She'd sold her newspapers around Coney Island, and later stopped by Sheepshead Bay to watch a race or two (from the sidelines, of course- Hawkeye didn't care much for the pushing and shoving that was popular with many of the folks who regularly attended the races).
Despite not enjoying the atmosphere of the tracks, Hawkeye liked picking out which horse she thought was going to win. Seldom did she place bets though- firstly because, as confident in her guessing as she was, she was fully aware that she could lose, and secondly, Hawkeye wasn't exactly in the right position to lose any money.
"YOU STUPID, WRETCHED LITTLE THINGS!"
Hawkeye turned, glancing around. She had expected to see a child, but, to her surprise, the voice belonged to someone who looked to be about Hawkeye's age. She bit her lip, unsure of whether she should laugh or stop to help.
"Er..." Hawkeye picked up one of the fallen books and held it out to the girl, "Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think this is your's." She grinned slightly, not exactly because she was trying to seem friendly, but because she found the situation to be very amusing.
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Post by mabel on Feb 10, 2008 14:32:25 GMT -5
Mabel was startled from her tantrum by a voice. She turned quickly, taking a defensive step backwards. "What?" She asked cautiously, prepared to run away screaming should said person prove threatening.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think this is your's."
Mabel glanced down at the book in the girls hand. She was about her age and, if Mabel were to guess by her attire, was a newsie. A newsie that looked a bit familiar, at that.
"Oh, yes, that's mine," Mabel replied shortly, reaching out and taking the book from the girl's outstretched hand. She quickly gathered the other books from the wet gravel before returning her gaze to the semi-but-not-really-perhaps-possible stranger.
"Are you- I think I've seen you at the Manhattan lodging house..." Yes, the girl definitley looked familiar. Mabel really needed to start talking to her fellow Manhattan newsies- it was simply unhealthy to live with so many people and still know so few names.
"What are you doing here?" The question unintentionally sounded like an accusation. Mabel was yet a bit embarrassed and nervous. After all, she, an eighteen year old, had just pitched a fit at a book.
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Post by hawkeye on Feb 22, 2008 14:21:14 GMT -5
At the mention of the Manhattan Lodging House, Hawkeye arched an eyebrow, unsure of how the girl knew where she lived, "You might've," she said, "I've been 'round there once or twice," she smirked slightly, "And with an assumption like your's, miss, I'm not sure I'd be wrong in saying that you must've been 'round there too."
"What are you doing here?"
Hawkeye shrugged, "Been selling papers." She glanced at books Mabel was carrying, "I'm guessing you've been to the library?" She took a book off the stack Mabel had and read the title before returning it to the pile, muttering, "I'm sure that's bound to be fascinating."
Smirking, she walked to the rail of the bridge and hopped up to sit on it. It was certainly not a very smart idea, but Hawkeye didn't seem too concerned about falling over the edge.
"So where're you from?" she asked, "Shouldn't you be riding around in some horse and carriage or something?" Mabel was dressed like someone belonging to the upper class, and Hawkeye couldn't imagine why she didn't have a fancier sort of transportation. Or why she knew Hawkeye lived at the Manhattan Lodging House. Hawkeye was dressed like a newsie, but, considering she was in Brooklyn, it seemed more logical to assume she was a Brooklyn newsgirl.
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Post by mabel on Feb 22, 2008 14:50:05 GMT -5
Yes, Mabel had definitley seen the girl once or twice. It wasn't surprising, though, that the girl knew nothing of Mabel. Her routine was simple and damagingly antisocial: get up early, purchase a few papers, attempt to sell them, get something to eat, return to the lodging house around dusk and go straight to her bunk. It was one very solitary routine.
Clearly, Mabel had been lax with her schedule today as it was well past dusk.
"I'm guessing you've been to the library?"
Mabel glowered as Hawkeye took one the books from her arms. "No, the grocery- yes, of course, the library." Upon the book's return, Mabel pulled her books and various belongings closer to her. She wasn't good at sharing.
Watching Hawkeye perch herself on the rail made Mabel's stomach twist.
"Shouldn't you be riding around in some horse and carriage or something?"
Mabel blinked, yet preoccupied with terrible visions of the girl tumbling backwards to her death. "What? I- no..." Mabel frowned slightly, "Though I can't say I'd object to it on a night like this." Or ever.
"I'm from Manhattan... well, I stay there at least... for the meanwhile, that is. I sell newspapers there." Mabel still was not comfortable calling herself a newsie. The title felt like a rite of passage or a club that Mabel was certainly no part of.
Just then there was a strong gust of wind and Mabel just about snapped, "Oh, please get down from there! You'll be blown clean off and I really don't need that right now! Please!"
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Post by hawkeye on Mar 7, 2008 9:44:51 GMT -5
Hawkeye's eyebrows nearly disappeared beneath her hat, "You sell papers? Do you- no, you wouldn't- would you...do you? Stay at the lodging house, I mean." She was wracking her brain, trying to think of when she'd seen Mabel before; it's not as if she was very hard to miss. Mabel was dressed considerably nicer than anyone at the lodging house.
"Oh, please get down from there! You'll be blown clean off and I really don't need that right now! Please!"
Hawkeye's first reaction was to roll her eyes and stay up on the rail, but common sense said otherwise- especially after she glanced over the edge. Generally she didn't mind sitting on the side of the bridge, but it generally wasn't very windy when she was sitting there.
She hopped down, still trying to place a name to Mabel's face. Finally she decided that Mabel was probably a new newsgirl- that would certainly explain how she was dressed.
"I'm Hawkeye," she thought about extending her hand for Mabel to shake, but Mabel was carrying a stack of books and even if she hadn't been, Hawkeye had a feeling that Mabel wasn't one for getting too friendly with newsies. "And you are...?"
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Post by mabel on Mar 8, 2008 21:59:19 GMT -5
Mabel released the breath she'd unconsciously been holding as Hawkeye's feet touched the ground once again. Now that a possibly horrific situation had been avoided, Mabel returned her focus to whatever it was Hawkeye had been saying...
"My name's Mabel Fitzpatrick and yes, I do stay at the Manhattan lodging house," There was a very apparent hint of exasperation in Mabel's tone, "Is that so hard to believe?"
Well, yes, judging by Mabel's attire it was probably nearly impossible to detect her newsie status. Still, it's never once occurred to Mabel that her appearance might be the source of this problem.
Besides, Mabel's time as a newsie was limited as is. At eighteen years old, her newspaper selling days, brief as they were, were fast coming to a close. New, less easy to come by jobs needed to be considered.
"Hawkeye, eh? How'd you come by that nickname?" Mabel had long since given up on getting any newsie's real name.
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Post by hawkeye on Mar 22, 2008 22:05:10 GMT -5
["Now that a possibly horrific situation had been avoided"- all I can think of is Spongebob: "Now that my horrific incident of terror is over...!" XD]
"'S nice to meet you, Mabel. I'm assuming you're new to the lodging house?" Hawkeye leaned back against the rail of the bridge and folded her arms across her chest, "Either that, or you must really keep to yourself. I haven't seen you around there much."
That didn't say very much though; Hawkeye tended to talk mainly to her friends and was often surprised to find that the lodging house had gained a new newsie, which was really quite ridiculous, as new kids came and left regularly. It was Jack's business though, so Hawkeye was very much the opposite of involved with who was coming and going.
"Is that so hard to believe?"
Hawkeye smirked, glancing at Mabel's clothing. Her response was short, as she felt it didn't need much of an explanation, "Yes."
Hawkeye shrugged when Mabel asked how she'd gotten her nickname, "Oh, I dunno. I've got a good eye for spottin' stuff, I guess. Eyes like a hawk, you know?" She shrugged again, "I notice little things. Someone pointed it out once and it just kind of stuck." She grinned slightly and raised her eyebrows, "And I think it's more suiting than "Daphne," don't you?"
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Post by mabel on Mar 30, 2008 20:40:16 GMT -5
Mabel shrugged her shoulders and attempted in vain to find a comfortable way to situate the numerous books in her arms, "I suppose that depends what you mean by 'new'... relatively speaking, yes. And I enjoy keeping to myself, thanks very much."
Since coming to the city, Mabel fluctuated between being mildly defensive to ridiculously defensive. It was a bad habit and it didn't make her many friends but it helped distance herself from her current circumstances.
Still, Hawkeye, or Daphne, rather, seemed perfectly civil.
"I don't see what's wrong with Daphne. It's a perfectly nice name," Mabel's lips quirked in a frown, "I just don't understand it... a name's so personal, it connects you to your roots, your family. I'd never want to give up mine."
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Post by hawkeye on May 3, 2008 19:03:18 GMT -5
"And I enjoy keeping to myself, thanks very much."
Hawkeye shrugged, "Suit yourself, but if you're looking to make friends, that's not exactly how I'd go about doing so," she grinned slightly, "To each her own though."
"I just don't understand it... a name's so personal, it connects you to your roots, your family."
Hawkeye nodded, "Exactly," she said, "That's why most of the news kids change their's...or forget it. Heck, some of 'em end up doing both."
She turned her back to Mabel and leaned her arms on the rail of the bridge. "There really ain't no place like New York City, is there?" She was trying to move onto a new topic, but she wasn't sure that Mabel was one to follow social cues. Nevertheless, she figured it was worth a shot.
Hawkeye had very little knowledge of her family and, though this was quite common among newsies, she was slightly embarrassed that she barely knew anything about her parents. She'd heard loads of stories about why kids were on the street- escaping from abusive parents, getting kicked out of their home...not that any of those kids were well off or anything, but at least they knew about their families and that was something.
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Post by mabel on May 29, 2008 1:15:33 GMT -5
Mabel busied herself with smoothing out the skirt of her dress and adjusting the tie of her hat.
"There really ain't no place like New York City, is there?"
Mabel scoffed, "That's for sure... one becomes quite attached to the grime, don't they?" Yet again, Mabel found herself being unintentionally abrasive and rude.
"I'm not sure it's- there are other places I'd rather be... I take it you like it here?"
Mabel began to continue on her way across the bridge, hoping Hawkeye would follow... after all, Mabel wasn't sure she could find her way back alone.
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Post by hawkeye on Jun 9, 2008 20:08:25 GMT -5
"That's for sure... one becomes quite attached to the grime, don't they?
Hawkeye grinned, her gaze still focused on the city's skyline, "Yeah, well, if you're going to get attached to grime at all, might as well be the grime here, right?"
"I'm not sure it's- there are other places I'd rather be... I take it you like it here?"
Hawkeye shrugged and shifted so she could rest her head against her left hand, while her right forearm lazily swung over the rail of the bridge.
"Yeah, I like it. I grew up over in Babylon on Long Island. 'S a lot smaller than the city, so it'd probably make more sense if I weren't much of a city person, but I like being around people." She paused, then added, "I mean, there's people in Babylon, of course, but it's different here, y'know? Everyone's got their own story and everything." She grinned, musing to herself, "Too bad mine's not more interesting.
"What about you?" She asked Mabel, "How'd you end up as a--"
Hawkeye turned around and noticed that Mabel had started off across the bridge. Hawkeye's grin quickly faded into a scowl.
"Hey!" she yelled, chasing after Mabel, "I'm not that boring!"
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