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Post by mabel on Aug 1, 2008 21:17:50 GMT -5
"you seen a hat lyin' around anywhere?"
Mabel had closed her eyes, seeing if she might doze off despite her uncomfortable position. With her neck bent at an odd angle, it seemed unlikely any sleep would be coming her way, so Milo's interruption was not undesirable.
Blinking her eyes into focus, she glanced at the boy, swinging her legs off the arm of the chair to the floor. "Hm? A hat?"
She glanced about the room, before bending down to glance under her chair in the off chance he'd misplaced it there. Unfortunately, the hat was nowhere to be found.
"It's not here... do you remember the last place you saw it?" The boy looked to be having a rotten day and Mabel could sympathize. Since the price hike, very few newsies seemed to be in high spirits. However, this boy had managed to save enough for his papers.
"It's Milo, right? Glad to see someone was able to get their papers," She said with a sincere smile, "I'm Mabel, by the way." Sure, she'd been at the Lodging House for quite some time, but she still hadn't gotten around to introducing herself to all the newsies.
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Post by Milo on Aug 1, 2008 23:49:23 GMT -5
A bit disappointed by the absence of his hat in yet another room, Milo's voice had a downtrodden, almost tearful tone to it as he answered "Yeah, it's Milo" he said, sighing "an' I don' even remembah when I saw it last, dat's da problem, I don' remembah takin' it off at all last night but I musta 'cause it ain't on now an' I looked almos' ev'rywheah an' it's' not anywheah" he complained, taking in a shaky breath.
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Post by mabel on Aug 2, 2008 0:10:08 GMT -5
"Oh, hey now," Mabel said quickly, placing a hand on the kid's shoulder, "Buck up--I'm sure you'll find it." Getting to her feet, she gave the room the once over, pacing from one side to the other in search of the hat.
Pursing her lips she returned to Milo's side. She wondered vaguely if any of the other newsboys might have taken it. After all, there were bullies everywhere and it wouldn't be surprising for someone to nick a hat that was lying around. In fact, Mabel had taken to hiding her most valued possessions under her cot in fear of something being stolen.
Crouching down to Milo's height, Mabel smiled, "Hey, how about I help you find it? We'll retrace your steps."
After all, it wasn't like she was doing anything else mildly productive that day.
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Post by Milo on Aug 2, 2008 0:57:31 GMT -5
"Okay" agreed Milo, sulkily, rubbing his eyes and thinking for a moment "should we start at last night or now?" he asked, somewhat calmer than he had been a moment before. " 'cause I don't t'ink it'll help much ta start now 'cause I ain't seen it all day."
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Post by mabel on Aug 2, 2008 1:06:03 GMT -5
Mabel nodded, clapping the boy on the shoulder, "Last night it is, then." Standing back up, she rolled her sleeves up and, using the ribbon she kept in the pocket of her skirt, pulled her hair back.
This could turn into quite the little venture. As a newsboy, Milo had probably been all over Manhattan the other day, selling papers. Mabel could only hope it hadn't been stolen. The poor boy seemed quite distraught without his hat. Had she the money (or any money, for that matter), she would've been compelled to go out and get him a new one. Seeing as that was not the case, she'd help him look.
"So, where should we start? Don't suppose one of the other boys might've come across it and they're holding onto it for you?" She nearly suggested they go see Mr. Kelly, but she fancied he had bigger problems than missing hats to deal with.
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Post by Milo on Aug 2, 2008 1:36:16 GMT -5
Milo pursed his lips and placed his finger on them, thinking as hard as he could "I don' t'ink dey did" he replied unassuredly "but I know wheah ta start lookin'." he continued, a small smile creeping onto his face "Da last place I was befoah I went ta bed was da front desk. I sold da evenin' edition an' I was real tiahd when I got back so I jus' went ta bed aftah dat."
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Post by mabel on Aug 2, 2008 1:57:15 GMT -5
(I'm gonna go ahead and post over at the Front Desk!  |
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Post by Dodger Samuels on Jun 2, 2009 0:41:03 GMT -5
(New Day)
Dodger shoved his hands into his pockets and scowled just a bit, to bad he wasnt' here on a social call like he wanted to be. Jack used to be his leader, being on an even keel with him now as almost-- well awkward but he managed just the same as he would if he had been under Prince or Spot. To be fair, they were friends in Dodger's eyes before they were leaders but that wasn't always the case.
"Jack!" he called up the stairs, hoping that for a moment his old mate would come down. "Need ta speak with ya mate!"
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Post by bunky on Aug 13, 2009 1:20:11 GMT -5
((New Day))
Piper shuffled into the Loding house, holding her face gently but making sure no one saw it. She immediately went to the fireplace that was already alive with warmth and spirit and sat next to him, feeling more tears going down her eyes. She looked around first, seeing no one around to look at her. Piper then sighed and placed her hands down.
Her right eye had a shiner on it, a pretty big one to boot. Some blood was on her cheek to her jawline, coming from a cut she got from a couple of boys around her age. They must of worked with the Delancy brothers, they were all rough and had no heart. She could still remember hearing their voices in her head.
"OH come now girl, if you don't give us what we want, well have to force it out of ya..." But she remembered slugging them, hitting them hard and giving one of them a bad shiner to boot. But she fought them off and ran away as fast as she could. She was too afraid to show anyone, Jack Kelly, Drifter, Dutchy, all of her friends.
Piper quietly cried in her spot next to the fire, feeling the throbbing pain in her eye and on her gash of a cheek. She was too much of a coward to go to help, damn her pride coming through.
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Post by Specs on Aug 13, 2009 15:13:44 GMT -5
Specs reclined on the couch with his hat tilted over his eyes, trying to catch some sleep before he went into the bunk room and sleep wouldn't be an option with the games going on. He was just about to doze off when he felt the couch shift. Someone was sitting down. Specs sighed--no peace around here--and lifted his hat to see who it was. Piper? He was about to dismiss it and leave her be so he could sleep. Then he heard her crying.
"Y'aright there?" he asked, his brow furrowed slightly.
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Post by bunky on Aug 13, 2009 15:18:51 GMT -5
Piper suddenly looked up and saw it was Specs, another Manhattan Newsie who was sitting on the chair trying to get some rest. Piper cursed herself for being too loud and for not seeing him there in the first place. Piper smeared off the blood from her cheek and nodded her head, hopefully things won't go out of hand.
" 'm fine. Just had a run in with some friends of the Delancy brothers." Piper mumbled aloud back to him in a stammer, the pain in her cheek getting worse and her eye throbbing.
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Post by Specs on Aug 13, 2009 15:25:22 GMT -5
" 'm fine. Just had a run in with some friends of the Delancy brothers."
Specs hated to see girls in such a state. And he noticed, even with all her injuries, she was a lovely girl. He put together in his mind what might have happened. "They messed with you, then?" He slid an arm around her shoulders in an attempt to comfort her. "Hey, you need something? Water, or what? I have a--" he reached into his vest pocket, "--a handkerchief. Here, take it."
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Post by bunky on Aug 13, 2009 15:37:54 GMT -5
Piper felt his arm go around her and she slightly smiled. Specs always knew how to take care of a lady when it came to violence. She saw Specs take out his handkerchief and she shook her head quickly.
"Don't wanna get blood on it." She replied to him, but then again it would be nice to have something to wipe her tears with. Piper took the handkerchief hesitantly and whipped only her tears, avoiding the blood.
"Thanks Specs." Piper thanked in a more confident tone, giving him a weak smile.
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Post by Specs on Aug 13, 2009 15:44:28 GMT -5
"Don't wanna get blood on it."
Specs scoffed quietly. "Forget about that. You need it more than me, anyway." After she wiped her tears, he gently took the handkercheif from her hand. "Here..." He took her chin and turned her face toward him, and dabbed gently at the blood on her face. "They got you good, huh?"
"Thanks Specs."
"Don't mention it," he said, shaking his head and returning her smile with a radiant one of his own.
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Post by fireplace1 on Aug 13, 2009 16:00:38 GMT -5
PIper felt the cloth dabbing her face and she kept her eyes down, feeling hot from the hot tears pouring down her face with the mixture of blood and her hands started to shake. Those voices kept going through her head like a record player and she wanted them out of her head.
"THey tried to go somein' to me that I didn't want. I hate being a gurl." Piper said aloud in a cold tone as she moved some of her hair out of the way.
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Thanks Jim!
