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Post by Administrator on Jul 22, 2007 12:07:21 GMT -5
A makeshift table made out of a crate is a great place for some cards!
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Post by bunky on Jan 7, 2008 14:35:52 GMT -5
Piper rested her feet on the chair next to her as she shuffled the cards that were on the table. Her eyed fixed on the cards as they skimmed over each other and made the sound of cracklin' fireworks on the 4th of July. She loved that sound, it made her feel calm and relaxed.
She pushed her red hair out of her eyes and scanned out the window in front of her and the table. It was dark outside for the middle of the day and it looked like it was about to rain. So Piper got up to close the window, just in case.
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on Aug 29, 2008 15:48:26 GMT -5
With a good day of selling behind him and about fifteen cents of accumulated leftover change in his pocket, Racetrack walked into the bunk room and made a beeline for the game table. He would kill for a game of cards at the moment; he hadn't played in so long. He knew that odds were he'd find someone to play with at some point, so he took a seat and fished his old deck of cards from his vest pocket. He never played with the cards that were on the table, more for superstition than anything. Plus, it was rumored that the cards had been marked in a discreet way by some clever card-shark newsboy years ago...
Race shook the cards from the box and cut the deck with expert flicks of his wrist. He made a great show of it, really just biding his time until someone came in. Or better yet a few people. He would love to win big tonight...
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Post by les on Aug 29, 2008 15:53:52 GMT -5
Les was showing Pup around the Lodging House, when he heard someone walk into the Bunks. Openng the door and practically skipping in with Pup trailing behind him, he noticed Racetrack sitting at the table where Les usually saw the older kids play Poker.
"Hey Race! What are you doin'?" He questioned with a huge smile on his face.
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Post by pupdawkinsseitz on Aug 29, 2008 15:56:36 GMT -5
Pup peeked at Race from behind Les, hiding a little. He was curious though so he kept peeking out.
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on Aug 29, 2008 16:04:24 GMT -5
"Hey Race! What are you doin'?"
Race looked up, and saw Les walk in with an even smaller boy in tow. Race had been hoping for someone else to come in so he could play cards (he would never play with someone as young as Les; he'd clean the kid out in a second) but he supposed their company was good enough. "Heya Les. I'm waitin' for one of our bonehead friends to come up and play cards." He grimaced a little. He hated waiting.
He turned his attention to the almost impossibly small boy that was hiding behind Les. "Who's yer friend?"
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Post by les on Aug 29, 2008 16:07:12 GMT -5
"Heya Les. I'm waitin' for one of our bonehead friends to come up and play cards."
"Oh! Well, you could play with Jack, but Davey's talking to him, and he wouldn't let me go.." Les was still oblivious to the fact that David didn't want him going to the places Jack could be, but he had no clue what those places were.
"Who's yer friend?"
Les moved a little so Race could see Pup. "This is Pup! I found him at Tibby's, and Davey said he could stay at our apartment!"
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Post by pupdawkinsseitz on Aug 29, 2008 16:08:52 GMT -5
Pup waved a small wave and hid behind Les again, then a couple seconds peeked out again.
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Post by hawkeye on Aug 29, 2008 17:29:10 GMT -5
Hawkeye jogged upstairs. Her face was flushed, her hair was sticking out from her bun at odd angles, and her blouse was coming un-tucked from her skirt. She looked, more or less, as if she'd just run halfway across town. This made sense, because that was exactly what she had just done.
A loaf of bread in her hand, she tromped into the bunk room. Catching sight of Race seated at the game table, she pulled out a chair opposite him and sat down, panting slightly. "If anyone tells you it's a good day for a run," she said in between breaths, "don't listen to them- it's not."
Seeing the two smaller boys she smiled and nodded in greeting. "'Lo, gentlemen. Not about to challenge Race to a card game, I hope?" Though she had a feeling that Racetrack wouldn't accept anyway- he couldn't be that desperate for money.
Hawkeye leaned back in her chair and broke off a piece of bread and then offered the loaf to the three boys. "Care for any?" Hawkeye wasn't exactly one for stealing, but with the raise in the price of newspapers, buying food for herself was becoming increasingly difficult. Running away from the vendors who caught sight of her taking said food was difficult too. She'd forgotten how fast some elderly people could move.
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Post by les on Aug 29, 2008 17:38:42 GMT -5
When the bunk room door opened hastily, Les glanced up quickly at who was coming in. He noticed it was a girl, obviously from Manhattan, but he doesn't know her name.
"'Lo, gentlemen. Not about to challenge Race to a card game, I hope?"
Widening his eyes, Les laughed. "Ha! Ya right, I don't think any kid in their right mind would play poker with Race." Smiling broadly at the girl, he glanced at Pup. "I'm Les Jacobs, and this is Pup."
"Care for any?"
Shaking his head slowly, Les smiled at her again. "Oh, no. I'm fine. We just ate." He hand gestured between him and Pup.
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Post by pupdawkinsseitz on Aug 29, 2008 20:14:37 GMT -5
Pup waved at her too and smiled a small smile. He fiddled with his shoelaces and wiped at his running nose.
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on Aug 31, 2008 11:15:37 GMT -5
"Oh! Well, you could play with Jack, but Davey's talking to him, and he wouldn't let me go.."
"I'm pretty sure Jack got his own stuff goin' on." Race had no way of knowing for sure, but he knew that a lot of the newsies all over New York were trying to do something about the price hike, and if he knew Jack, the Manhattan leader would be no exception. The only reason Race wasn't talking to Jack about everything at the moment was because he didn't like to get his hands dirty with stuff like this, not when it was this uncertain. He would join in when things were more certain. Who knew, maybe the price would go back down tomorrow...
"This is Pup! I found him at Tibby's, and Davey said he could stay at our apartment!"
Found him at Tibby's? What, were they having a sale? The Jacobs had allowed some kid to live at their already small apartment with them? Maybe Mrs. Jacobs had been charmed; the little newsie called Pup was about the size of a newspaper, himself. "Ain't that somethin'," Race commented, though a little mystified. Wasn't money tight in the Jacobs house? Not that it was any of his business, but could they afford another mouth to feed?
"If anyone tells you it's a good day for a run, don't listen to them- it's not."
At the addition to another voice in the bunk room, Race looked up to see Hawkeye, coming in and looking out of breath. Race was about to ask her why in the would she had been running, but then spied the loaf of bread in her hand, and got his answer. He smirked. "Yeah," he said, all cheek, "but look what you got out of it." Free food? Being a newsie, heck, being anyone, you couldn't say no. So odds were Hawkeye didn't exactly have enough pennies in her pocket to pay for the whole loaf, but at this point, who cared?
"'Lo, gentlemen. Not about to challenge Race to a card game, I hope?"
Race scoffed. "You know me better'n that, Hawkeye. Even I got my limits..." He wouldn't play with any of the younger kids, even if they thought they could beat them (which, for the record, they couldn't). Even when some of the older kids asked him for a game, he always asked at least twice if they were sure they could take him on. Usually when they said they were, it just meant they weren't. But he didn't think he'd extend that courtesy today, as he was looking for a win. "But whaddya say, Hawkeye, you up for it?"
"Care for any?"
Race took a chunk of the loaf from Hawkeye. "Thanks," he said. Now he didn't need to buy lunch. Good deal.
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Post by les on Aug 31, 2008 11:21:56 GMT -5
"I'm pretty sure Jack got his own stuff goin' on."
"Yeah, I guess so...but at least now I have someone to play with!" He smiled brightly at Racetrack, then glancing at Pup.
"Ain't that somethin',"
Les started giggling madly for no exact reason at all, than he grabbed a chair and sat down watching Race shuffle the deck of cards in his hand. "Wow, how do you do that?"
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Post by pupdawkinsseitz on Aug 31, 2008 12:15:32 GMT -5
Pup stood on his tippy toes and peered over the table top. He looked at the cards fascinated and watched Racetrack with wide eyes.
"Oh, ya'r playin' poker? Me daddy always had big business men over and dey would play poker." Pup said suddenly, then he quick looked down at his shoes. He couldn't keep spilling stuff out of his past. What would they think if they knew he had been from a wealthy family? He spotted a marble on the floor.
"Hey Les, let's go play marbles!"
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Post by hawkeye on Sept 19, 2008 14:03:18 GMT -5
(SORRY! Once upon a time, Hawkeye had no time to post and now she feels bad. Sorry, guys!)
"Ha! Ya right, I don't think any kid in their right mind would play poker with Race...I'm Les Jacobs, and this is Pup."
She grinned and nodded. "Smart kid." Placing the loaf of bread on the table after Racetrack took a piece, she said, "I'm Hawkeye." With her free hand, she returned Pup's wave.
"Oh, no. I'm fine. We just ate."
Restraining herself from rolling her eyes, Hawkeye muttered, "Lucky for you." It wasn't in attempt to be mean; mostly, it was jealousy. The Jacobs, though they weren't what one might consider to be "well off," at least appeared to get a meal every night. Hawkeye (and half of New York, no doubt) couldn't say the same. (Well, technically, she could, but that would be lying and, anyway, it's completely beside the point.) Which is why she'd stolen the loaf of bread. She wasn't about to say she'd done so in front of two kids, though. Most of the older news kids were forgiving, but Hawkeye was quite sure that David Jacobs would have her head if she told his brother that a lot of newsies stole food (among other things).
"But whaddya say, Hawkeye, you up for it?"
Hawkeye snorted. "Ha! D'you really think I've got the money to lose?" Her gaze quickly flickered between Race and the loaf of bread. He knew the answer to that just as well as she did. Taking a bite of her piece of bread, she rolled her eyes. "I'm honored that you think so highly of my intelligence. You can't possibly think I'm foolish enough to agree to playing a card game with you when money's involved." Which she assumed it was. Race didn't need an ego boost when it came to poker, but it was a legitimate excuse for passing up a game. And it was true.
"Oh, ya'r playin' poker? Me daddy always had big business men over and dey would play poker."
"He's playing poker," Hawkeye said, nodding toward Race. "I ain't getting involved." She took another bite of bread and leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. At Pup's comment about his father's poker games, she shrugged. "Well, big business men have money to spare, unlike the rest of us." She assumed Pup came from a wealthy family, judging by what he said, but, hey, so did Mabel. Things happened and people's places in society got bumped around (usually in a downward direction). She wasn't about to ask why he was hanging around news kids for the time being.
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