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Post by Administrator on Jul 22, 2007 12:06:41 GMT -5
The waters cold!
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Post by Jack Kelly on Feb 27, 2008 20:14:34 GMT -5
Jack sighed, trying to bathe quickly. The water was damn freezing, but he had to get clean like the rest of them. He sighed, washing his hair, trying to get all the suds out.
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Post by Dodger Samuels on Feb 29, 2008 5:01:21 GMT -5
"A heroes welcome!" Dodger chuckled at the opening, leaning against the supports with a large grin on his face. Dodger used to live in the lodging house here, used to be one of the newsies, and he'd brought a different flare to The Bronx, but it didn't mean that a part of him was still part of Manhattan. "How you doing, mate? Seen Blink or Sneaks around? I been meaning to get in touch with some old mates..."
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Post by Jack Kelly on Mar 3, 2008 20:31:44 GMT -5
Jack snorted, throwing a damp towel at Dodger as he got out of the water. "Always knew how to make an entrance, Dodger." He smiled. "i'm good...and Blink and Sneaks..they're always around, but I never see them much. Always getting into trouble."
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Post by Dodger Samuels on Mar 3, 2008 21:07:33 GMT -5
Dodger smirked, "Aye mate, if your going to make an entrance at all at least make it entertaining.." He watched his old mate and leader wash up for a moment and nodded. "I'm glad your well mate, sorry I missed your homecoming awhile back, how come you didn't tell me being a leader was all consuming?"
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Post by Jack Kelly on Mar 6, 2008 19:39:45 GMT -5
Jack laughed and wrapped a towel around his waist, taking another to ruffle on his hair. "Oi..its the toughest job there is, Dodge--but I betcha just soakin it all up." He grinned. "So how is the bronx?"
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Post by Dodger Samuels on Mar 8, 2008 0:59:27 GMT -5
Dodger grinned and then shrugged his shoulders ambering in. "Well we can't all be Cowboy or Spot Conlon but I do well enough." He couldn't help but grin a part of him would always be happiest in Manhattan. "It's not bad, mate, not bad at all. Life goes on for all of us--" Though Moira was still sick, he couldn't shake the feeling that the cough wasn't getting better.
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Post by Jack Kelly on Mar 17, 2008 16:41:45 GMT -5
Jack laughed. "Oi, I'm only popular because of that strike--doesn't mean I'm the best, or even good. I just make do." He grinned. "And yeah it does. We gots us goils, we's gots friends. Aint that what matters?"
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Post by Dodger Samuels on Mar 17, 2008 18:45:15 GMT -5
He grinned and then he laughed, "The strike, I know someone who's just flat angry as sin she missed that mess of trouble." He nodded as he considered it. "That we do, Jack. Guess we gots what we need--"
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Post by Jack Kelly on Mar 28, 2008 11:10:40 GMT -5
Jack laughed. "But you didn't come just to get in the midst of my bath--whatcha want, Dodge?"
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Post by Dodger Samuels on Mar 28, 2008 21:26:39 GMT -5
He raised his hand, yes, yes, he'd come for something. "Curiosity most-- you heard anything about the Racs being back in town?"
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Post by Jack Kelly on Apr 13, 2008 10:56:56 GMT -5
Jack sighed. "I've heard some rumblings from tha cops..but I aint been able to confirm anything." He rubbed the towel over his hair. "Have you heared anything, Sam?" It troubled him. They had hell last time they were in.
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Post by Dodger Samuels on Apr 13, 2008 11:54:55 GMT -5
"I heard Lucks rattling on about an underground game she heard about--- one for the big time and the great score or something of the like--" Dodger nodded his head, Lucky wasn't exactly the worlds greatest information source but if it came to cards she usually knew her stuff. "Said she heard it from one of the blokes while she and smalls got locked up couple weeks back..."
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Post by Milo on Sept 7, 2008 15:42:48 GMT -5
(New Day)
Milo shivered as he lowered himself into the icy water. He didn't like taking baths and he always avoided it for as long as he could but at some point even he had to draw a line. Grabbing a washcloth he began scrubbing himself off as fast as he possibly could without defeating the purpose of the bath. He hadn't minded baths when he was younger. They had been much warmer since mama had warmed up the water, pot by pot, on the stove and always let him have his bath before she and papa. ' I wonder if we even have a stove here' he thought, shrugging his shoulders and reaching over and trying with all his might to push down the water pump to dilute some of the murkiness which had appeared in the bathtub as he scrubbed the dirt off of himself.
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Post by Bumlets Russo on Apr 1, 2009 21:50:41 GMT -5
(New Day)
Bumlets sat in his bath and soaked it up, closing his eyes. This was Brian's five minutes of no worries, his trusty stick was never far from him. Nobody really knew why he carried it around but it served about the same purpose as Spot's cane after a fashion.
This was where he did a lot of this thinking, about what was going on in his world and what wasn't. He didn't have much to think about right now, but he did let out a sigh. It wasn't before he heard crashing around in the bunkroom and he sighed.
"Swear ta God.." was all he muttered, if they came in here he was going to hurt somebody. If they did they would find a very content Brian, only missing a rubber ducky.
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thanks admin!
Thanks Jim!
