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Post by Administrator on Jul 22, 2007 12:13:08 GMT -5
Great view of the courtyard
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Post by ace on Sept 3, 2007 17:32:46 GMT -5
A hot day in New York was torture to a newsie. Having to walking around and yell out headlines in the blazing sun. But that's what they did, that's what they had to do. Scout was no different.
True she was not as experienced at this as the other newsies, but she was used to the heat. And yet she could barely still it today. The girl walked over to the bench and sat down. She set her papes next to her on the bench. 100 papes were hard to sell when you have barely anything to go off of, so today she had 50. Which is still a hard thing.
Scout took off her hat and wiped the sweat that was dripping from her forehead. Her golden-brown hair pulled back off of her neck, the only relief she had.
"It's so hot." The sixteen year old complained as she laid down on the bench and rested her eyes from the bright sunlight, her hat covering her face.
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Post by Cheater Hollander on Sept 3, 2007 17:43:25 GMT -5
"Thank you, sir."
The voice was soft and pitiful; a complete opposite from it's usual tone. With a small smile Cheater pocketed the money and handed the man her paper, then waited until he was a good distance away before letting out a loud whoop and running off. It was hot outside, but she had just sold her last paper. In other words: she was free to do whatever she wished, and at the moment a sasparella never sounded better.
Despite the heat Cheater's hat sat atop her head, proudly stating that she was a newsie and not afraid to show it. The only difference in the way she dressed today was that she wore a skirt and her white-blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail so as to make the heat more bearable.
"It's so hot."
At the sound of the voice, she stopped her current mission and poked her head around the side of the statue, resting her chin on the girl's shoulder. "Well, then pour some water on your head."
It was only a joke, but it could work wonders when there was nothing else. Still in a good mood (she had already sold all her papers, why shouldn't she be?), Cheater sat down beside the girl.
"Orrr... you could get something with me at Tibby's. Your choice."
OoC;;
Do they already know each other? I can't remember... Scout met one of my characters, though. xD
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Post by ace on Sept 3, 2007 17:55:18 GMT -5
(it was Rivers)
"Well, then pour some water on your head."
Scout jumped a bit at the voice and pulled her hat off her head. She opened her eyes slowly, blinking as her eyes burned from the brightlight. "Dat's a good idea, but maybe later." Scout grinned at the girl that see had seen around but never actually met before.
"Orrr... you could get something with me at Tibby's. Your choice."
Scout looked down at her ten papes that she hadn't sold yet. She bit her lip while straightening her hat on her head, thinking. "Well, Ise still got ten papes left. But if we'se go ta Tibby's Ise could probably sell dem in a jiffy. Unless you'se wanna help me?"
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Post by Cheater Hollander on Sept 3, 2007 18:02:41 GMT -5
OoC;;
Oh! That's who it was.
BiC;;
"Well, Ise still got ten papes left. But if we'se go ta Tibby's Ise could probably sell dem in a jiffy. Unless you'se wanna help me?"
Cheater's grin widened. A chance to help people rarely came up for her, especially when it came to her area of expertise: selling papers. "Of course I'll help you! But you need to tell me your angle... 're you performing? Using pity? Making up headlines, or something new?" She was practically jumping up and down from excitement.
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Post by ace on Sept 3, 2007 18:12:32 GMT -5
"Of course I'll help you! But you need to tell me your angle... 're you performing? Using pity? Making up headlines, or something new?"
Scout laughed, the girl reminded her of her twin brother. It was comforting to see someone that acted like him. "Using pity and making up headlines. I'se never tried preformin'...maybe that's what I should try more often." Scout grinned at the girl. "Oh, sorry. I forgot to tell my name. Ise Scout. What's yours?" Scout spit into her hand and stuck it out for her to shake. At first that action was disgusting, but it slowly grew on her that she didn't mind anymore.
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Post by Cheater Hollander on Sept 3, 2007 18:22:01 GMT -5
"Using pity and making up headlines. I'se never tried preformin'...maybe that's what I should try more often."
"Well, I've never tried performing... once I did and it got some pretty great sales, but you gotta think up an act nobody's done before. Juggling might work as long as the dopes watching haven't seen another newsie doing the same thing," Cheater explained. She delighted in explaining things to people, even if it ended in her rambling about something completely off-topic.
"Oh, sorry. I forgot to tell my name. Ise Scout. What's yours?"
Before introducing herself she spit into her hand and shook Scout's enthusiastically. "Cheater. Nice to meet you!" The spit-shake had at first been both disgusting and somewhat unnecessary, but after the first few weeks Cheater quit complaining and went along with it. Now it was almost second-nature.
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Post by ace on Sept 3, 2007 18:40:54 GMT -5
"Well, I've never tried performing... once I did and it got some pretty great sales, but you gotta think up an act nobody's done before. Juggling might work as long as the dopes watching haven't seen another newsie doing the same thing,"
Soda and Johnny told me I could sing. But that was a long time ago. Why start that up again? "Well I'se will give it sum tought. So let's still to pitying and improving da truth." Scout grinned.
"Cheater. Nice to meet you!"
"You'se too. By the way what part of New York ya from? Ise from right here in Manhattan. Well afta Ise came up heah from Tulsa."
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Post by Cheater Hollander on Sept 3, 2007 20:11:18 GMT -5
"Well I'se will give it sum tought. So let's still to pitying and improving da truth."
She nodded thoughtfully. "Okay, then. The headlines aren't that great today but I s'pose we could get something out of the headlines that will sound believable but still get people's attention. Also, if you mess up your hair a bit, smear some dirt on your face, you're gonna get a lot more business. Fake tears would be good, too."
Already Cheater was picking dirt up and rubbing it on her face, the smudges standing out against her pale skin and equally pale hair. She quickly took her hair out of the ponytail, messing it up.
"You'se too. By the way what part of New York ya from? Ise from right here in Manhattan. Well afta Ise came up heah from Tulsa."
"Tulsa?" She asked, still preoccupied with trying to find something that would make her cry. "I'm from England... well, I'm Italian/British, but you wouldn't know that from looking at me, would you?" She asked, grinning. "My brother, Sprints, looks nothing like me... he gets his looks from my mom but I think he's still in Italy... dunno when he's coming back again."
Ah, and that was where the tears came from. She concentrated a bit more and in a few moments they rolled down her cheeks, making tracks in the dirt on her face.
"Okay," Cheater said, still focusing on the tears, "you do what you need to do."
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Post by ace on Nov 5, 2007 18:39:50 GMT -5
"Okay, then. The headlines aren't that great today but I s'pose we could get something out of the headlines that will sound believable but still get people's attention. Also, if you mess up your hair a bit, smear some dirt on your face, you're gonna get a lot more business. Fake tears would be good, too."
Scout watched as Cheater rubbed dirt on her pale face and mussed up her hair. The sixteen-year-old followed suit, rubbing dirt on her already dirty face. You could never have enough dirt, right? As the girl let her long golden-brown hair out of her ponytail, she listened to Cheater tell her somewhat of her back story.
"Tulsa? I'm from England... well, I'm Italian/British, but you wouldn't know that from looking at me, would you?" She asked, grinning. "My brother, Sprints, looks nothing like me... he gets his looks from my mom but I think he's still in Italy... dunno when he's coming back again."
Scout smiled at the girl. "Yep, born and raised, until my parents died and some events 'appened that I couldn't stand bein' reminded of. So I came her." Scout ruffled her hair, "I got a twin named Nicholas, we call him Soda though, an' a younger brudder an' olda one. I'm the only goil."
As the girl thought back to her old life, the tears weren't had to make fall. Her boyfriend had died and she felt it was partly her fault. Big fat tears ran down her cheeks making trck marks down her face. Usually she hated crying in front of people, well in general really, but Cheater made her fell at ease.
"Okay," Scout replaced her hat on her head and looked at Cheater, "Now on ta da headlines."
[sorry it took forever for me to reply. I actually forgot about this lol xD]
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Post by Cheater Hollander on Nov 8, 2007 19:00:15 GMT -5
"Yep, born and raised, until my parents died and some events 'appened that I couldn't stand bein' reminded of. So I came her." Scout ruffled her hair, "I got a twin named Nicholas, we call him Soda though, an' a younger brudder an' olda one. I'm the only goil."
"Soda?" Cheater smiled through her tears. "That's a funny sort of name, but I guess it's better than Nicholas... unless he likes the name, which... I guess... is okay, if you're a scholar. Is he a scholar?" She looked curiously at Scout, before putting a comforting arm around her shoulders (she had to stand on tip-toe to reach a bit, but it was still a comforting gesture). When things got quiet, Cheater tended to babble.
This was one of those babbling times.
"So why isn't... Soda... here with you? Did you leave without him? I'd be devastated if Sprints did something like that to me but he sort of did already, I s'pose, but that was different, he sai--"
"Now on ta da headlines."
The easily distracted girl nodded, new tears already rolling down her cheeks as thoughts and memories of her brother resurfaced. "Let's get going."
[[Heh... it's weird, because my model for Sprints is Ralph. xD]]
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Post by ambereen on May 17, 2008 10:35:21 GMT -5
<<new day>>
Kid Blink sighed, sitting on th bench, fumbling of his cigarette supplies. He was there a bit early, waiting for them to open up the damn gates, but it gave him a chance to get a cigarette in before he sold. No big deal.
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Post by sarahjacobs on Jul 13, 2008 1:37:00 GMT -5
*New Day*
Sarah sat on the bench near the Horace Greeley Statue looking over the courtyard. It was late afternoon and the heat was still taking a toll on those beneath it. There weren't any trees around the bench or anything else to keep her cool. Luckily she wore a wide brimmed hat of her fathers that at least kept her cooler than she would have been without it.
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Post by henry on Apr 30, 2009 18:24:57 GMT -5
((New Day))
Henry sat, looking at the statue of Horace Greeley in the middle of the square. It was only a matter of time before a statue was erected in his honor, he thought. Old Greeley was a fine man. His grandfather had worked with him on occasion and would often comment on his smarts. That is until the fool went against the Republican party around '72. He lost his newspaper and position. It disgusted Henry to a point that the man could have a statue built in his image, but that's how this country tended to be. People always smiled upon those who favored the little people. A gin spread across his face. At least for now.
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Post by wendy on Apr 30, 2009 18:37:16 GMT -5
Wendy had slipped away from shopping in a shoe store with Mistress Ada and a couple other blind girls from the school. She always had to go out often, the other girls would do other things at the blind school, strike up conversations, play the piano. Wendy either sat and stared blankly out the window, or read. She spoke when others spoke to her, she just wasn't one to strike up the conversation.
She felt like she was gliding along on a dream, a strange dream, where you couldn't see anything, where everything was different then they used to be. Where you could feel the sunlight on your face, but couldn't see it. Where you could know somebody, but never really seen their face. It felt like she hadn't seen her parents in ages, and she could barely remember how they looked anymore. She got letters from them every so often. They were always trying to be cheerful, telling them of what went on at home while she was gone, latest events in their small Kansas town. It just made Wendy miss them more, miss them adn her old life. She didn't even know who she was anymore. Things had changed so much, they had passed Wendy by, leaving her hopeless, and confused.
She sighed, brushing a honey colored bang out of her face, finding a bench and lowering herself onto it carefully. She took out her favorite book, a braille edition she had been given to as a special Christmas present from her parents. She was overjoyed she could still read, but she was still learning how to understand the complicated patterns of bumps on the pages, though she was catching on. She didn't even notice the young wealthy man sitting nearby.
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