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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jul 27, 2009 20:35:15 GMT -5
Fighter stepped further into the room and didn't say a word when Conlon pushed past her although he could've just walked around, wasn't like she was taking up the entire space or anything. She did however rub her side slightly where he'd hit before moving to stand by Lucky as she spoke. When she mentioned that it was a bull who had grabbed her a deep scowl fell into place. She knew those bastards had to have someone covering up this mess. Fight held her cigarette out to Lucky as she finished talking,
When Lucky asked Conlon where he'd been Fighter turned to gaze at him. She didn't expect him to give much of an answer but it would be a refreshing change. It was beginning to get completely frustrating to not have any answers. Fighter sighed as her mind turned towards what Scar had told her. It made even less sense to her now than before that he was claiming Kelly didn't know anything about the kidnappings. He had a lot of dirty cops on his payroll and from her experience dirty cops tended to run together.
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Post by spot on Jul 30, 2009 20:10:43 GMT -5
"Some Bull tried ta grab me in the park, said I was coming with him and tried to put my lights out. Didn't realize he was tangling with who he was tanglin with.. got me good a few times, knocked me around pretty good but I got him in the jewels.."
'Atta girl,' Spot thought, pleased that his boys and girls hadn't gone soft on him. Still, the bit about it being a cop who attacked Lucky left him stumped. "Hold up," he interrupted, "It was a cop?"
Sure, cops were trying to put the likes of them in the refuge all the time, but it wasn't often they took it upon themselves to beat the living daylights out of them.
"And we hold down the fort pretty damn good in your absence Conlon and you know it... "
"I can see that." He remarked dryly, scratching idly at his jaw. Truth be told, he knew Brooklyn had taken care of itself while he was gone, first with Danny and now with Lucky getting away from the crooked cop.
"Thanks Conlon I love you too. and we're only missin two or ours ya know... TWO... and that's better than I can say for the rest of the city... where the hell you been!?"
Even sitting through that meeting, Spot still didn't know exactly who of his own was missing. "Who'd they get?" He asked plainly. He expected it was the runts--the bastards would undoubtedly go for the youngest, the weakest.
He had no intention of wasting time on his own story. The bull that had done a number on Lucky had put him in something of a calm furry. Really, he wanted to go out there, find the man and give him what he had coming. And then some.
"What he want with you, Lucks? Don't think he was just payin' you a beating for nothing..."
He nodded up at Fighter, "You have any trouble with cops lately?" The girl looked a bit worse for wear as well. Spot shocked himself with how calm he was keeping himself, despite his hands itching to do some damage to the men behind all of this.
Perhaps his time away had done some good in that regard--he was thinking before making a call to arms. Well, at least for the time being.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Jul 30, 2009 23:59:08 GMT -5
"Hold up," he interrupted, "It was a cop?"
Lucky'd known better than to expect Spot to say anything about where he'd been, she knew him well enough. God her head was killing her, she raised a brow at him when he asked if it was a cop and just nodded slowly. If looks could kill, Lucky could have killed a man at ten paces with glare to spare. Unfortunately it didn't work that way often enough.
"Who'd they get?"
The brunette blew her hair out of her face and looked like she'd been caught by a crip, but she had a lot of fire in her. That kept her alive more often then not. "Fighters Bra-- kid.. and Muse.." she didn't need another black eye with Fighter looking as messed up as she was. "Also Danno's baker tart from the Bronx is missin-- he's wantin' action and now.."
"What he want with you, Lucks? Don't think he was just payin' you a beating for nothing...
Lucky snorted, she wanted to know the same thing. She folded her arms and leaned her head back a bit to try and stave off the throbbing she felt dancing around in her brain. Like a fleet of russian dancers in her head clattering around for an award. She tried to think threw the haze of pain. "My guess... I was alone. Since most of us paired off there ain't no pickins.. and I served my time in jail already and ain't terrorized stans in awhile so it ain't that. I got me a legit job in the joint on Kings. .. so it ain't that. My guess if I had to have one.. and seein what I seen.. that's the bloke been snatchin girls, at least one of em. The kind a knock he gave me would knock Muse right on her ass,... and Danny's bakery tart had already been worked over by Smarty most likely... so she'd be in no shape ta fight back... all those that are missin' ain't warriors.. so I'm guessin they got a good knock that put their lights out..."
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Aug 6, 2009 9:26:17 GMT -5
Fighter shrugged to Spots question, “Nothin’ besides the usual.” Fighter sighed when Lucky started listing off the names of the people who’d gone missing. She hated to think about it and what could be happening to those who were taken. She didn’t like to think that even Brooklyn was vulnerable to something like this happening. Then again she knew Gwennie was far to trusting and she hadn’t helped the girl learn to toughen up at all. She’d babied her and that was probably part of the reason Gwennie had been taken. Shaking her head to help rid herself of those thoughts, Fighter sat down in an empty chair. When Lucky stated that she thought it was Smarty who beat up Danny’s girl Fighter couldn’t suppress the smirk that crossed her face for a split second. She knew it had been Smarty and although she didn’t like the fact that Danny was hurting she still would’ve loved to see it go down.
Pushing her hair out of her face, Fighter glanced between Conlon and Lucky. “I saw Birdie earlier, not sure if either of you have talked to her but she said she heard some sweat shop is taking them. And I heard that people are starting to think its outside city limits.” Of course, Fighter had no intention of telling either of them where she’d heard it from. One of the best things about being from Brooklyn is that you learned to be incredibly evasive at a very small age. You only told what needed to be told and you could bottle up the rest. As long as her problems didn’t spill over and become Brooklyn problems then Conlon wouldn’t bother her about it, he had far more important things to worry about.
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Post by spot on Aug 7, 2009 0:19:56 GMT -5
"My guess... I was alone. Since most of us paired off there ain't no pickins.. and I served my time in jail already and ain't terrorized stans in awhile so it ain't that. I got me a legit job in the joint on Kings. .. so it ain't that. My guess if I had to have one.. and seein what I seen.. that's the bloke been snatchin girls, at least one of em. The kind a knock he gave me would knock Muse right on her ass,... and Danny's bakery tart had already been worked over by Smarty most likely... so she'd be in no shape ta fight back... all those that are missin' ain't warriors.. so I'm guessin they got a good knock that put their lights out..."
Lucky's logic was sound and her explanation was as good as any he'd heard so far. Balling his hand into a fist around his thumb, Spot gave that knuckle a crack. He left one mess and came back to another.
“I saw Birdie earlier, not sure if either of you have talked to her but she said she heard some sweat shop is taking them. And I heard that people are starting to think its outside city limits.”
"Ain't heard anything from Birdie yet." And the sooner that girl dragged herself back to Brooklyn, the better. Her eyes and ears might be the only thing to get to the bottom of this mess. Wiping the back of his hand across his forehead, Spot pushed himself off the rickety side table and rolled up his sleeves. "Right now it don't much matter what people think is goin' on. I need you both to gather everyone up--first thing to do is make sure no one else ends up missin'--or beaten half to hell."
Spot couldn't help but feel a bit relieved knowing that the strength of Brooklyn hadn't fallen victim to whatever the hell was going on. The loss was still unacceptable, but Spot needed his most capable--now more than ever. Hell, he hadn't even seen some of his most vital yet.
"Ay," he nodded towards Lucky, "Where in the hell is Smalls?"
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Aug 7, 2009 14:09:55 GMT -5
"What am I her mama?!" Lucky winced at her own complaint and put her hand to her face, muttering lightly about the situation before she leaned back against the sofa once more. "She can't be far and she won't go far.." But the thought of what had happened to her had her getting to her feet. Between Smalls and Lucky there was the kind of loyalty you only got in Brooklyn or with Blood. And there was no way that Lucky was going to let her best friend wander around Brooks knowing that she'd just nearly gotten her lights knocked out. She wasn't as steady on her feet as she'd have liked but she managed not to land directly on her backside back on the couch as she straightened. "Best go and find her..." Because she couldn't handle to many more surprises.
With the Birdie comment she snorted, again it was like something was just horribly wrong with all this. "How is it that Birdie shows up just when things get their worst and we ain't seen hide nor hair of her in months?" she was muttering, then again it was like she'd snapped at Joe. Lucky didn't trust easy but Spot trusted Bridie which meant she had too. Didn't mean that she wasn't going to voice her opinion any less.
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Post by Birdie Schaffer on Aug 8, 2009 22:58:00 GMT -5
"Someone say my name?" Birdie made her entrance into the Brooklyn lodging house, folding her arms as the sound of Lucky's complaint reached her ears. All she could do was smile at her fellow Brooklynite. Hell she didn't even seem to mind much of anything that was said about her. Leaning again the wall she looked around and blew her hair out of her face, "Is this the meeting I heard about?" How ever impromptu it seemed it would work.
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Post by Smalls on Aug 8, 2009 23:14:19 GMT -5
"Best go and find her..."
Smalls rolled her eyes as she slipped in through the door, guessing it was her that Lucky was referring to. "Sit your ass down I'm right here," Though her voice carried its usual harsh tone, there was an unmistakable tenderness in her eyes as she approached her battered friend. Collapsing on the couch beside her she turned her attention to the Brooklyn leader, very much relieved to see the rumors of his return were true. She glanced briefly around the crowd gathered in the room before her gaze again fell upon Spot. "We got a plan then or what?" The Brooklyn newsies rarely gathered so many of them together, and they were never this quiet. Clearly she'd walked in on something.
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Post by tobias on Aug 9, 2009 13:22:59 GMT -5
Tobias heard from the shouts, as he was walking to the door, that Brooklyn's meeting had already started. He knew he wasn't a Newsie but he lived and worked in Brooklyn and helped them out whenever he was available, and he wanted to know what exactly was going on.
Toby quietly slipped in through the door and found a spot by the back wall. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and leaned up against the wall, trying to fade into the background and listen to what Spot and the others had to say.
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Post by gemmahightower on Aug 9, 2009 19:48:12 GMT -5
Gemma slipped in through the back door and in to the room, making steady eye contact with whoever looked at her but staying out of conversation. She was still an outcast, and trust didn't come damn easy round here, so best thing she could do was try not to get in any fights for now. It seemed like the only people here so far were Brooks' co-leaders, Conlon, and a boy she'd never seen before observing quietly on the opposite side of the room, leaning against the same wall as her. She gave him a wary half-smile, because she had a feeling she was in the same boat as her.
For now, all she did was wait impatiently.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Aug 10, 2009 9:21:55 GMT -5
Fighter blinked as the room seemed to fill up out of nowhere. With a sigh she stood, biting back a groan at the pain that shot up her back. Turning, Fight walked to the far wall an leaned against it. She didn't feel like being swallowed within a group of Brooklyn newsies and she could hear fine over here. Fight pushed some hair off her face and studied her fellow Brooklynites. Some of these people were like family to her, especially Lucky and Smalls, but for some reason she wanted to distance herself from them. Maybe it was the loss of Gwennie or the fact that every day seemed to bring about a harsher reality than the day before.
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Post by spot on Aug 11, 2009 23:33:32 GMT -5
Either every Brooklynite had suspiciously good timing or word had gotten out about the meeting. Resting his hands against his hips, Spot scanned the room, his lips quirked in a frown. He was pleased to see some of them and indifferent to the rest. It wasn't every Brooklyn newsie, but it was damn sure enough to spread the word.
Spot felt inadequate--a first for the Brooklyn leader. He had left them all without a word and here he was, about to make orders as though no time had passed at all. But it was only a passing moment of doubt: Brooklyn didn't need him dwelling on his regrets.
"I'm gonna keep this short," Spot's tone was curt and stern, "Not one of you goes off on your own anymore. And I don't want to hear any griping about it. You stick together or you end up like Gwennie or Muse." This was no time to tiptoe around the issue.
Glancing at Lucky, Spot felt that familiar flare of wrath towards the pig that had done a number on one of his best.
"And don't go trustin' anyone outside of the newsies. And that means no one--I know none of you are rushin' to cozy up to the bulls, but it turns out they're just as backwards as we thought. Avoid 'em." Letting his hands slide of his hips, Spot moved to leave the room.
Turning back just as he reached the door frame, he addressed them once more. "And if any one of you hear or see anything, you come to me." He nodded at Birdie in particular, who was bound to have news for him.
And, without another word, Spot slipped outside and lit a cigarette.
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Post by decker on Aug 12, 2009 23:05:32 GMT -5
Decker had come across Smarty standing near the side of the lodging house building, looking unusally broody. He'd told her she better get inside for the meeting, and she said she wasn't aware there was any meeting. Decker didn't bother saying anything else, but he was aware of her trailing behind him as he came in to a crowd of other Brooklyn newsies. Geez, did word get around or what?
He came in just as Spot was saying, "...this short. Not one of you goes off on your own anymore. And I don't want to hear any griping about it. You stick together or you end up like Gwennie or Muse. And don't go trustin' anyone outside of the newsies. And that means no one--I know none of you are rushin' to cozy up to the bulls, but it turns out they're just as backwards as we thought. Avoid 'em. And if any one of you hear or see anything, you come to me."
With that, he left. Decker knew Spot wasn't the type to wait for any applause. He'd gone at least eight blocks out of his way for a one-minute speech. He hardly took it seriously. Who was going to mess with him, anyhow? He glanced around, wondering if anyone he knew was in the area, then gave up and went outside. That was two minutes of his life he would never get back.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Aug 13, 2009 8:12:06 GMT -5
Fighter listened to what Spot said and nodded her head briefly before ducking out of the room and heading upstairs. She needed to clear her head, she'd been hatching a crazy plan since Birdie let it slip in front of her that there was a suspicious train leaving the yard every night. She wouldn't do anything stupid, but she would try to find out where it was going. So maybe she was going to do something stupid.
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Post by Birdie Schaffer on Aug 13, 2009 15:03:58 GMT -5
Birdie knew Spot was going to want to talk to her, she had a lot more information than most. Sure she'd told Copper, but who wouldn't tell their best friend just to keep them out of trouble. And she'd mentioned it to Joe (and Fight by proxy) but she headed out after Spot and nodded to everyone else. This was how it was, always had been. Didn't bother her none at all.
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