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Post by mabel on Jun 9, 2008 20:23:41 GMT -5
Mabel glanced over her shoulder at Hawkeye, "Pardon? Oh, sorry- but it is rather late and we aren't getting any closer to Manhattan by standing around."
"As a newsie?" Mabel asked, finishing the question Hawkeye had started. "My family... my father got caught up in a few botched business deals and we're in something of a financial slump."
Mabel shrugged, forcing a smile, "But I'm not too worried. I'm sure everything will work itself out and then I'll head back home."
Mabel ran her hand along the railing, glancing nervously over the edge, "So, Hawkeye, what are your plans? Longterm, I mean. After newspaper selling."
By the looks of it, both Mabel and Hawkeye were almost too old to live off newspaper selling.
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Post by hawkeye on Jun 11, 2008 22:32:17 GMT -5
"My family... my father got caught up in a few botched business deals and we're in something of a financial slump."
Hawkeye shrugged, nonchalantly. "Well, at least you're in good company. 'S nothing to worry about. Plenty of kids work to help out their families." She smiled slightly, "'S a good thing you're doing, y'know. It'll pay off in the end." Hawkeye was well aware that there was a very good chance that Mabel wasn't working as a newsie because she wanted to help her family, but rather because her family needed her to help. That tended to be the case with most kids in Mabel's situation, anyway.
"So, Hawkeye, what are your plans? Longterm, I mean. After newspaper selling."
Hawkeye glanced at Mabel, a small grin spreading across her face. "Y'know, a few years ago someone could've asked me that and actually doing something else aside from selling papes seemed crazy, like it would never happen. Not for a while, anyway."
She bit her lip. "Um..." Her expression became pensive for a moment. "I think I'd..." She paused. "Well, I think..." Finally she shrugged and laughed (not that it was very funny). "I really don't know. I should have things figured out by now...I don't know though. Maybe I'll take off from the city for a while. The world's a big place, y'know, and no one's gonna see much of it if they stay here forever."
"What about you?" She asked Mabel, "What d'you think you're going to do?"
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Post by mabel on Jun 12, 2008 19:52:46 GMT -5
"What about you?" She asked Mabel, "What d'you think you're going to do?"
Nothing.
In fact, were it not for her family's less than fortunate circumstances, Mabel would be doing nothing at that very moment. She was good at doing nothing -- it was arguably her forte.
Still, "nothing" was a terrible answer.
Mabel cleared her throat, "Well, I'll be going home soon. I'll have time to think about it then, I guess." Truly, the question, when turned on herself, was terrifying. Mabel had always figured she'd marry into money and that would be that... but even that didn't sound appealing, anymore.
"So, Hawkeye, care to shed some light on this newsie hierarchy? I mean, these notorious leaders and what-not. How does one reach such a position?"
Sure, it was just a way of changing the topic but Hawkeye seemed to have her wits about her. It was in Mabel's best interest to have some semblance of a clue of the inner workings of her newfound profession.
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Post by hawkeye on Jun 12, 2008 20:34:30 GMT -5
"So, Hawkeye, care to shed some light on this newsie hierarchy? I mean, these notorious leaders and what-not. How does one reach such a position?"
"Well," Hawkeye said, "Sometimes when an old leader leaves, they'll sort of pass on the torch, y'know? They'll hand the position down to another newsie. From what I've gathered, you generally have to be close with the former leader to get the position." She raised her eyebrows and added, "Obviously, that's not a surprise."
She pulled her hat off her head and ran a hand through her hair, "I've never heard any stories about it, but I'm sure there have been situations where a leader was voted, uh, 'into office,' I guess you'd say. Sometimes a newsie'll just take charge. I mean, if they've got good leadership skills and good charisma..that sort of thing."
Hawkeye pulled her hat back on and grinned, "Why do you ask? Are you hoping to become one or something?"
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Post by mabel on Jun 12, 2008 20:48:23 GMT -5
Mabel stopped mid-stride, turned to look at Hawkeye, and burst out laughing... and continued to do so for a good two minutes.
"Me?" Mabel panted between giggles, "I- no, thank you... not ever... ever-ever. I'm just here for the money. And I certainly do not have this charisma you speak of. I don't know if you've noticed, but I don't exactly give a good first impression... I rather think it's because people think I'm a snob."
People, of course, thought this because Mabel was, in fact, a snob. But she was working on it. Truly.
She smiled, "No- that crown is for someone else to wear... but I've met Prince- there's a person suited for the job. And, as far as I can tell, Jack Kelly is something of a God in this business. What I've heard of Brooklyn's leader is quite petrifying, but I suppose instilling fear is a leadership tactic that works for some. I know very little about the Bronx, but I'm sure it's much of the same. All very suited for the job."
"And you? Any plans to hold a coup in the Manhattan lodging house?" Mabel quipped.
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Post by hawkeye on Jun 21, 2008 1:10:08 GMT -5
Mabel stopped mid-stride, turned to look at Hawkeye, and burst out laughing... and continued to do so for a good two minutes.
Hawkeye froze and eyed Mabel suspiciously, as though she were among the criminally insane. Eventually, Hawkeye smiled slightly and laughed along with her for a bit before shaking her head. She remained smiling, but looked positively clueless as she said,"I don't get it."
But she got it as Mabel went on to say that she had no interest in a leader position. Hawkeye never truly assumed that she would have. It was a tad difficult to image Mabel as the next Spot Conlon or something.
"I don't know if you've noticed, but I don't exactly give a good first impression... I rather think it's because people think I'm a snob."
Hawkeye raised her eyebrows, "Really?" She grinned. "I didn't even notice."
As Mabel stated what she knew of the four leaders, Hawkeye nodded. "Yeah, Prince is really nice- together with Jack, last I knew." She assumed that if Mabel had met Prince properly, she'd be aware of her gender. Had the introduction not included that fact, well, Hawkeye wasn't sure what to expect Mabel's reaction to be. "Jack's a good guy; he lead the strike, y'know. 'Course David helped, too," she added. She grinned slightly at the mention of Brooklyn's leader, "That would be Spot Conlon- I've never met him, but I've stories about him. Never met Dodger either- he's the Bronx leader."
"And you? Any plans to hold a coup in the Manhattan lodging house?"
"Me? Oh, no," she said. "I don't think I'm much of a leader. I mean, I'll sit around and tell you what you're doing wrong, but I don't think I'd do much good in a position of power."
She kicked a pebble along the ground as she walked, "Have you met anyone else around the city?" she asked. "I know you met Prince already."
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Post by dot on Jul 20, 2008 10:33:15 GMT -5
<< New Day >>
Dot had been taking a walk through New York, and just happened to be in Brooklyn, where she lives.
Dot didn't have enough money to buy her usual 100 papes, Why on earth would the prices raise....again?...I thought that we taught them a lesson the first time.Thought Dot.
Dot looked over the Brooklyn Bridge and thought about something, when Dot daydreams it usually gets her into trouble or gets her embarrassed. The newsies are probably gonna go on strike..again Thought Dot
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Post by bottlecap on Jul 30, 2008 12:57:00 GMT -5
**New Day**
The sky was painted with pink hues from the evening sun as Maeby meandered along the expansive Brooklyn Bridge. Of all the places she frequented, the impressive Bridge was certainly her favourite haunt. Her mass of thick red waves blew about her fair-skinned face as she slowed to a stop and leaned against the thick railing. After a moment or two, she smirked at the water below and pulled herself gracefully up onto the rail, maneuvering her dark, but faded green skirt to stay out of the way of her worn black boots.
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Post by dot on Aug 1, 2008 16:01:21 GMT -5
<< New Day >>
Dot was on her way to Manhattan for no reason at all, maybe it was to see her little friend Les, or just because she was bore, or maybe it was so that Firecracker could hunt her down she really had no idea.
Dot looked over at the side of the Brooklyn Bridge, and looked behind her to see if anyone was there like... Firecracker of Shades, man she hated Shades he was probably the worst newsie that Spot has ever had, first he tried to touch her friend Dragon, and second he said things behind Spot Conlon's back and he was gonna find out sooner or later.
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Post by Evangeline Macleane on Aug 3, 2008 23:08:57 GMT -5
((New Day))
Evangeline had walked as far away from Marie as she could get, and walking so far in her fancy clothes had brought her to the bridge. She was still so angry all that stopped her from screaming was decorum.
She grasped the rail and leaned over the side to see how far down she could see before settling back down on her button up shoes and letting her teeth grind. It was to much, of all the nerve. She'd called HER spoiled, hadn't she looked in the mirror? She shook her railing only to find it had no give and she frowned.
What was she going to do now?
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Post by michael on Aug 3, 2008 23:28:28 GMT -5
Mike was doing his usual rounds, riding his loyal steed through the crowds of people. As he weaved through a group of children, careful not to crush any of them beneath his somewhat spunky horse, he noticed a well dressed girl, clearly of status, looking as if she was trying to jump off the bridge. He dug his heels in, suddenly much less concerned for the well being of the people leaping out of his way than for the girl about to end her own life. As he neared her he shouted, "Miss! Wait! Don't jump!"
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Post by Evangeline Macleane on Aug 3, 2008 23:32:55 GMT -5
What? Evangeline turned and looked at the cop. Jump? Was he mad? She looked over the side and then back at the police officer. "I've no intention of jumping," she said reasonably her hands still gripping the rail as she gave him a confused look. She wasn't going to jump she was going to throw Marie off of the Bridge.
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Post by michael on Aug 3, 2008 23:45:48 GMT -5
He slowed down his horse as he neared her, quickly dismounting and rushing toward her.
"I've no intention of jumping," she said reasonably her hands still gripping the rail as she gave him a confused look.
He paused mid step, slowing his speedy jaunt to a casual gate as he approached. His breathing was a bit ragged as he stopped by her side, glancing up at the hot afternoon sun and wiping his brow. "Oh, that's good then." He glanced at her at last, feeling horribly sheepish. He cleared his throat awkwardly, before tipping his hat. "Well, have a nice day miss.."
Turning he headed back toward his horse, his expression instantly changing to one of outright humility as he silently mouthed, 'That's good then?' to himself, replying with a sigh and a shake of his head.
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Post by Evangeline Macleane on Aug 3, 2008 23:48:57 GMT -5
She blinked at him, was this man for real. She looked over the side of the bridge and lifted a brow lifting her voice. "I could pretend to jump? If that would make you feel better.." She actually smiled. A knight on a white horse, did they actually exist?
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Post by michael on Aug 3, 2008 23:57:18 GMT -5
He stopped mid step, pausing a moment before turning to face her and taking a few steps back. "No, of course not, that wouldn't.. I mean I don't feel.." He stopped himself, his eyes darting a bit as he thought. "What I mean ta say is, O'course I don't want ya to jump.." He gave a one sided grin and shrugged. "Would I have made a fool of myself by gallopin' over here if I did?"
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