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Post by Fighter Mallory on Oct 10, 2008 15:51:37 GMT -5
Fighter leaned back against the wall and listened intently to what Davey was saying. Although for all intents and purposes the plan was a good one, she doubted very highly that it would effect enough people to make a difference. If anything putting the young ones in the public eye like that will make people sympathize but not react the way that they want them to react. Most people will wonder why these children are on their own and working at such a young age. There's going to be a public outcry but it is going to be a public outcry as to why these children aren't in an orphenage where they could possibly be adopted.
Maybe Fighters outlook was bleak because she was in such a foul mood. She tended to be more pessimisstic and realistic than anything else. And it would be over her dead body before they put Gwennie in the spotlight like that. She wouldn't risk the little girl being sent to an orphanage. Although Fighters opinion was less favorable then her friends she would keep it to herself unless someone asked for it. Besides she would follow her leader regardless so it didn't really matter what she thought.
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Post by Smalls on Oct 10, 2008 16:22:54 GMT -5
Smalls sighed, stepping away from the group and rubbing the back of her neck in frustration. She knew David meant well, but she was certain his soft approach wasn't going to cut it. After hearing Lucky's response she stepped over to him, shaking her head slightly. "Listen, Dave, I underahstand you don' want anyone gettin' hoit, but we gotta be realistic." She leaned her shoulder against one of the various old posts in the room that supported the building and looked up at him. "We don' mattah." She glanced down at her pocket as she pulled out a cigarette, striking a match on the old wood. "Not a damn one of us. I know it aint fair, but it's the truth." Taking a drag of her cigarette she slowly blew a puff of smoke toward the ceiling. "What makes you think this city's gonna care if a few cute poor kids is starvin'? I mean, I don' know wheah ya been, but I got a newsflash for ya, cute kids 'ave always been starvin' in New York, aint nothin' the hoity-toity bastahds haven't seen before." She wanted to believe it would work, but growing up on the streets of Brooklyn left her with a harshly cynical view of the world.
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Post by davidjacobs on Oct 10, 2008 22:18:25 GMT -5
"The truth of it is Dave, most of us can be well spoken, maybe even cute if we're cleaned up but a lot of Brooks kids have police records, Spot included."
David nodded, frowning. “That is a problem, I won’t lie.” He ran a hand roughly through his hair. “It’s just an idea. I won’t decide anything until I hear what Spot’s plans are.”
"None of us are getting any younger, Dave-- you might be right with appealing to the public but look at us. We're a bunch of street kids, we die and no one bats an eyelash-- I don't want that to be what the world sees me as.. You've got a home and family, most of us did once and weren't nearly as lucky as you. We've got to pick our battles carefully, aye?"
David shrugged helplessly. “I know it seems that no one cares, but I think part of the problem is that they just don’t know.” He rubbed his jaw. “Think of the Governor Roosevelt, he didn’t know about us until Denton told him. Most people don’t see what goes on in the streets.” He scowled. “Or else they don’t want to, but maybe we could force them to see. They can’t deny us if we’re right in front of their faces.” He sighed, forcing himself to meet Lucky’s eyes. “And I know I have a family, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care.” He smiled slightly at the thought of Pup. “There are many different sorts of families, after all. You’ve got quite a nice one here yourselves.”
"If you can convince Spot that this is what we need to do, with his go ahead, I'll back you… If you can't-- you know where Brooklyn's Loyalties lie.."
David nodded. “That’s all I ask,” he said. He turned and smiled at Bear, glad of the boy’s silent support.
Fighter was looking at David through hard eyes. Wincing slightly, David forced himself not to lose his nerve. Fighter was a tough girl, but years of fighting had given her a sharp edge and David knew she wouldn’t be easy to convince.
"What makes you think this city's gonna care if a few cute poor kids is starvin'? I mean, I don' know wheah ya been, but I got a newsflash for ya, cute kids 'ave always been starvin' in New York, aint nothin' the hoity-toity bastahds haven't seen before."
David nodded. “I understand, Smalls,” he said. “I know it seems optimistic, but I still think it’s worth a try. Like I said, if we can make them see us, then they won’t be able to pretend we don’t exist.” He sighed. “It’s not a sure thing by any means, but it can’t hurt to try. There are some kids in New York who are already out of the job. I’ve met a few personally.” Suddenly, the aching in his weary legs redoubled. It had been such a very long day. “I only want to know what Spot thinks. I just wish we could all sit down and plan together, but…” he trailed off, running a hand across his face. “That never seems possible, does it?” he finished sadly.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Oct 10, 2008 22:39:33 GMT -5
“And I know I have a family, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care.” He smiled slightly at the thought of Pup. “There are many different sorts of families, after all. You’ve got quite a nice one here yourselves.”
Lucky met him dead on, she knew he was honest and meeting her eyes was something that had needed to be done. With her own heavy sigh she nodded, he was right. She'd made her own family and they were like that. A group of street kids bound by circumstance and held together threw a need to protect one another. Her eyes settled on Smalls and she knew what she was thinking. They were of like mind a lot.
“I know it seems optimistic, but I still think it’s worth a try. Like I said, if we can make them see us, then they won’t be able to pretend we don’t exist.”
That had her blinking right back at him as it struck a cord, Lucky'd never been a bleeding heart by any means but that was her own personal opinion. They never saw them starving on the street-- they were nothing and didn't exist. She'd never wanted to be a nobody because she knew people who were somebodys. Be a have not a have not but she had more then all those haves. She had loyalty, friends and she had a place to belong.
“That never seems possible, does it?” he finished sadly.
"I think," she said after the silence lapsed. "That you are trying your damndest, Dave. So, if you believe that strongly, no matter how completely asinine we think it is. We're still standing here listening to you. We haven't tossed you out on your ear..." she met his eyes this time. "You've got a good brain on your shoulder's Dave... alright?" It meant that she may not agree with him but she supported him as a person. Which coming from Lucky was a lot of clout.
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Post by Smalls on Oct 12, 2008 13:28:49 GMT -5
Smalls puffed at her cigarette thoughtfully, considering David's point of view but still finding it a naive waste of time. Taking of her hat she sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I get ya Dave." Sure she disagreed with him completely, but she could see where he was coming from and knew it wasn't up to her anyway. "Now that we've had this fun little chat.." She took a drag of her cigarette, a small smirk tugging at her mouth. "Conlon's ovah in the game room. Shore he'd love ta hear you out." She wasn't sure if Spot could hear their entire conversation from the other room, but she was amused either way. ((so I figured since Spot just posted in there, why not make is simultaneous? If anyone objects I can change it  )) |
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Oct 12, 2008 17:21:29 GMT -5
Lucky nodded her head and tossed her head towards the door, "I've got grub to go scare up, you edging for it Smalls?" Her stomach was growling, Boxer slid around her legs and demanded to be picked up so she did and he hissed like a demon at David. She smirked and started to head out the door, she was hungry. Needed to eat and get out of this place-- as she passed Bear she smacked him hard in the side of the face and just kept on going. She'd let Dave have his say now she was going to go get some food. And deck that idiot that thought he was Brooks. Obviously he wasn't.
Being Brooklyn didnt mean thinking you were a badass, it meant giving respect to those that deserved it and more often then not you will get treated with respect.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Oct 13, 2008 13:53:27 GMT -5
Fighter smirked when Lucky walked by Bear, smacking him in the face. She shook her head slightly at him before looking at Davey. "As much as I'd love to hear what Conlon has to say I've got to get to work. Good luck wit' this and just so you know don't think about using Gwennie for your idea if it does go over well. I don't want her ending up in an orphanage when your idea backfires." She gave a smirk and a nod before walking out of the house. God she needed a cigarette and a really good fight. Fighter was in the mood to hit and usually days like this ended up with her being bruised, possibly her knuckles being split or broken, and someone else being messed up just as badly if not worse.
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Post by Joe on Dec 21, 2008 23:51:11 GMT -5
>>>New Day<<<
Joe threw himself onto the couch and pulled his hat over his eyes, taking a deep drag of his cigarette he whistled the smoke out and enjoyed the burn. "God the day is made by a cigarette." he grinned and took another drag.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Dec 22, 2008 20:20:08 GMT -5
Lucky moved into the room and through her weight right onto Jo, sitting on his stomach as she took his smoke and a drag before handing it back. She look-- well pissed but at least she had a job. A good one that gave her food to eat, "How's it goin, Joe?"
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Post by trickster on Dec 23, 2008 13:52:21 GMT -5
Trickster walks in, surveying her not so tidy surroundings. Noticing the two sitting on the couch, well couch and person, she stops.
"I'm sorry, am I interrupting?"
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Post by Joe on Jan 2, 2009 19:00:42 GMT -5
Joe smirked up at Lucky and faked a groan. "Dame, you'll be da death of me." then took a drag and blew it into her face. "Now tell Joe whats gotta you tied tighter than a nuns chastity belt." he said closing his eyes and rubbed the small of her back as she sat on him. He was a quick read of people around him especially people he liked, he knew if she wanted to vent she'd vent and if not it was no skin off his back.
"I'm sorry, am I interrupting?"
With his eyes closed joe raised his eyebrow. "Worth openin dem or not Lucky?"
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Jan 3, 2009 0:17:44 GMT -5
Lucky was actually relaxing when Joe rubbed her back, he was a good friend for the most part and she sighed about to open her mouth when the new girl approached.
"I dunno, what's yer name?" she asked the girl and also answering Joe's question at the same time. She was comfortable where she was and well-- Joe wasn't gonna do any damage and he wasn't going to toss her off either.
(XD took you all weeek man}
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Post by Joe on Jan 3, 2009 1:18:21 GMT -5
( i know sorry i dont have internet access at home. stupid break)
Joe opened one eye and looked the girl up and down. "ello beautiful" he grinned charmingly crooked at her. Debating whether or not it was worth dumping Lucky on the ground to charm the new girl or not. Deciding he didnt want to deal with hell and that she wasnt interesting enough at the moment Joe settled for a debonair wink.
Taking a drag from his cigarette he cocked his hat so he could see both Dames better and leaned back with one hand behind his head smirking at Lucky who still sat on top of him while his other hand rubbed her back. "Two dames, could be interesting." He said winking at her "Willing ta give it a go?" he asked with a straight face.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Jan 4, 2009 2:55:07 GMT -5
Lucky snorted, "Har har you aint my type--- to moody.." she grabbed his nose and nodded her head towards the girl. "Again, who're you?"
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Post by Joe on Jan 6, 2009 14:17:55 GMT -5
Joe smirked. "Now aint dere a saying somthin 'bout a pot and a kettle and dem both bein black." He grinned at Lucky, besides smalls lucky was possibly the one Joe was most at ease with and he knew a little banter back and forth between them would give her something to smile about when right now in either of their lives there wasnt much there. Being a newsie right now wasnt a bright career move to say the least, not to mention the guild being back and all.
Turning his gaze back to the new girl Joe stretched and took another drag. "Ya new." he said it like it was a statement. "So youse gotta have a name not ta mention a story." Not that he cared. Chances are he would tune out the story but if it made the dame at ease, Joe snorted, 'if one could be at ease in brooklyn'. Not many could, then the faster she'd be gone. Joe wouldnt mind a view of the dolls backside one bit.
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