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Post by sarahjacobs on Jun 10, 2008 19:11:27 GMT -5
Sarah turned to look at the person who had spoke. She smiled at the girl, taking a paper and exchanging it with a penny. She opened the paper and scanned the news inside. Nothing too interesting was going on, but she liked helping someone make an extra penny so it wasn't a total waste. Just then a boy whose hair was a little wet approached the two. She hadn't seen him before but she figured he knew her by the same way others did -- David. Still her response was a simple smile.
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Post by Sweets on Jun 11, 2008 19:09:35 GMT -5
Sweets thanked the girl and turned to leave before she heard the other voice approach. She quickly looked to the girl she'd just sold to, having heard her name as Jacobs and realizing who she was, but before she could get out more than a simple, "Oh, heya Sarah..." she stopped speaking and looked to the damp boy, feeling a bit uneasy about him. It wasn't the first time a newise she didn't know knew her name, that kind of thing happened a lot in such groups, but he was tall and had a slightly more intimidating presence than most Manhattan newsies she knew. "I don' believe we've evah met..."
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Post by Joe on Jun 12, 2008 10:23:44 GMT -5
"Joe" he said as he held out his hand and nodded to them a smile lifting his face. "Thought you'd might like some sellin company" he nodded to Sweets and feeling their tension with his presence added "and maybe just ta be safe Ms. Jacobs would care ta join us." His grin turned charming as he looked at the two.
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Post by sarahjacobs on Jun 12, 2008 11:22:35 GMT -5
The female Jacobs nodded. "Sure, I don't mind." Her schedual for the day was clear anyway. Sarah looked at the boy curiously then back at Sweets. She would have introduced herself, but it seemed the two already knew who she was.
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Post by Sweets on Jun 12, 2008 19:43:50 GMT -5
Sweets shifted her papes in her arms, looking out through the crowd and avoiding his gaze. "You aren't from around heah," She glanced up at him, "Manhattan I mean.." It wasn't that Sweets didn't like other newsies, but she was a bit weary of outsiders, especially those of the male persuasion.
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Post by Joe on Jun 13, 2008 14:59:08 GMT -5
'Nah i wandah a bit." Joe said putting his hands in his pockets and nodded his head to indicate that walking would be a good idea. "Cant seem ta make myself stay wit in da boundaries."
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Post by Sweets on Jun 14, 2008 22:48:34 GMT -5
Sweets nodded, glancing at Sarah briefly before looking up at Joe. "Actually, I like ta sell alone, but thanks..." Her weariness often was misconstrued as snobbery, but she was truly just trying to be safe-- New York City wasn't exactly the nicest place. Assuming that David's sister knew what she was doing, Sweets tipped her hat to the two of them. "Well, you two 'ave a nice day.."
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Post by nicke on Jun 18, 2008 22:15:21 GMT -5
{new day}
Nick leaned against one of the pokes and pulled out a cigarette. He then pulled out a match and struck it against the pole and proceeded to light his cigarette. Shaking it out he flicked it from his fingers and then took a long drag from the cigarette before pulling it out, letting the smoke glide up into the air above him. His eyes flicked the the sky... it looked as though it was going to rain soon. HE took another drag from the cigarette and kicked at some stuff that was at his feet.
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Post by Bumlets Russo on Aug 12, 2008 22:29:14 GMT -5
(New Day)
Bumlets had ben selling the day threw, using his charming smile to get the nice girls to buy his papers but really in the back of his mind trying to keep them from touching him. The sun was setting on a not so glorious day, it had been pitiful really dealing with the price hike was cutting into his funds and drying them up. He could afford at least to eat for a week or two and still pay his rent but once his savings dried up he'd be hard up for cash.
Taking off his hat he ran his hand over his brow and sat on a bench, his ever present stick at his side. He let out a deep sigh and looked down at his measly earnings. This wasn't enough, he was going to be starving soon.
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Post by mabel on Aug 12, 2008 22:39:49 GMT -5
At the moment, Mabel was taking her daily stroll around Manhattan. She had taken to such strolls when the price hike kept her from buying her papers... or doing anything of a useful nature, for that matter. Without money, she couldn't buy her newspapers and without selling papers, she couldn't earn any money. It was getting to the point where she needed to look into other jobs. The current circumstances explained the scowl that was currently plastered on her face--that and a strong wind kept blowing her hair in her face with irritating frequency.
Mabel did a double-take when passing Bumlets. Realizing who it was, she walked up to him, "No matter how many times you count your money, the amount is not going to change--believe me," She said with mock-seriousness, "I should know."
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Post by Bumlets Russo on Aug 12, 2008 23:19:18 GMT -5
He looked up a bit startled and shrugged when she said that, he watched her for a long while. This girl-- she had been different for him from the start. He could say a lot of things, about how he considered her in a different class. She was from what he'd learned about her-- the rich girl who now had nothing and didn't know what to do about it.
"I know," he replied looking back at the change in his hand. "It may not change but I can still try to figure out how to make it stretch a mile, not eat for a couple days to make rent but who am I kidding right?" he had to smile a little though, she was pretty. Man, he was starting to think like Blink.. wait no, he was starting to think like Mush.
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Post by mabel on Aug 12, 2008 23:43:34 GMT -5
"I know," he replied looking back at the change in his hand. "It may not change but I can still try to figure out how to make it stretch a mile, not eat for a couple days to make rent but who am I kidding right?"
Mabel shrugged before clasping her hands together, "Well, then you're a right bit smarter than I am. I'm not the greatest at keeping track of my money--" She paused, "So, seeing as I've heard nothing from Mr. Kelly, do you have any idea what's going to happen? I mean, if things don't change, I'm just going to have to head home." Mabel said this despite the fact tht she knew she couldn't. Her parents couldn't afford to house and feed her anymore. Times were tough, but Mabel still had this misconceived notion that things were going to get better--they had to.
Scuffing her shoe against the ground, she motioned to the spot next to him on the bench, "Mind if I sit down?"
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Post by Bumlets Russo on Aug 12, 2008 23:54:26 GMT -5
He blinked and like a boy confused that a girl could be so-- sincere he moved his stick and scooted over a little to make more room. His papers were gone but he could always make room. "The way I hear it they're thinking about striking again, last time half of us almost ended up in the refuge, if Denton hadn't bailed us out we'd have all been goners... and some of us are thinkin' about the real world.." He had to laugh a little as he looked down at his pathetic earnings.
"It's hard, Mabel, at least you have a home to go back to, some of us--" he closed his fist over the coins. "This is all we have."
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Post by mabel on Aug 13, 2008 0:08:13 GMT -5
"The way I hear it they're thinking about striking again, last time half of us almost ended up in the refuge, if Denton hadn't bailed us out we'd have all been goners... and some of us are thinkin' about the real world.."
Mabel made what she was sure was quite the distressed expression. Letting her head loll to the side, she groaned, "Striking cannot be the only option... I mean, you tried it once, it worked for a little while, but now you're right back to where you started."
Straightening her shoulders, she set her jaw in a determined fashion, "And you're right. I'm eighteen, I can't-... I've got to be looking into real jobs. A bunch of us do and the younger ones- well, they can't strike on their own and what if striking sets a bad example for them? Look, I am not going to jail over this." Ceasing with her ramble, she breathed deeply before a confused look fell on her face, "I'm not really sure what I just said... I'm rather banking on it having been insightful."
"It's hard, Mabel, at least you have a home to go back to, some of us--" he closed his fist over the coins. "This is all we have."
Mabel dropped her head sheepishly, "Yes, I know. But, hey, if you do strike, I'm not going to be much help anyway. I don't stand up well to the grittier aspects of the trade." She knew there were many kids without homes and while Mabel may technically be one of them, she wasn't about to admit that to herself. The second she did, the strike would become much too real for her.
"But Mr. Kel- Jack," She glanced at him, "What's his stance on all of this?"
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Post by Bumlets Russo on Aug 13, 2008 0:20:50 GMT -5
"Striking cannot be the only option... I mean, you tried it once, it worked for a little while, but now you're right back to where you started. And you're right. I'm eighteen, I can't-... I've got to be looking into real jobs. A bunch of us do and the younger ones- well, they can't strike on their own and what if striking sets a bad example for them? Look, I am not going to jail over this.I'm not really sure what I just said... I'm rather banking on it having been insightful."
Bumlets managed a half grin, always the one to listen before speaking. "I may not look it Mabel but I turn nineteen in about eight months from now." His head dropped, his face was still soft enough for him to look about fifteen but he was starting to loose that youthful look and eventually people would treat him as a bum instead of a newsie.
"Truth is, what you said had some sense to it. We can keep striking until we're blue in the face but in the end we don't have anymore power then we did a year ago. We're still a bunch of kids with no money and even less possibility of having any kind of future that we don't make ourselves.."
"But Mr. Kel- Jack," She glanced at him, "What's his stance on all of this?"
"I'm waiting for Jack to call a lodging house meetin'.. Kid Blink said we need Davey and I think he's right. And truth be told, I'm not sure Jack wants the strike. He wants to be a newspaper man, and he can get his foot in the door because of what he is-- but another strike could ruin his chances.." Like a repeat record Bumlets had heard it all before, the promises and in the end, he was right where he'd been a year ago only he was wiser this go around. "I'll stick with Jack, whatever he decides but--" He didn't like this.
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