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Post by manhattan on Apr 20, 2009 12:22:54 GMT -5
Manhattan sat back in her seat and rolled her eyes. Smirking she began to snore and then pretended to start awake. "oh sorry thought it was Jack tellin a story again."
You fellas are nevah gonna believe who I just saw bluberin' ovah by Horace
"Oy Sweets does it start wit a W?" Manhattan asked innocently as she got up briefly to refill the glasses on the table. Bringing a pitcher over she set it down on the table. Reaching behind the counter she brought out some Chips.
"Ya mugs gonna order or am i gonna have ta kick ya out?" She smiled crookedly before sitting down again and twirling her pencil between her finger. Contradicting her statement since she had no intention of taking order. Figured Chuck would give them what he wanted to. Kinda how it worked at Tibby's.
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Post by Milo on Apr 20, 2009 19:58:05 GMT -5
A scowl grew on Milo's face as Specs began to tell his story. He didn't think it was very funny at all. He hated it when people laughed at other people's misery. Sure, Woody was mean, but that was no reason to laugh at him just because he was sad or maybe even sick in the head. They didn't know anything about him and the one time he tried to talk nice to someone he got laughed at. It was that kind of meanness and lack of caring that had gotten his papa killed and he just couldn't stand seeing people who he generally thought were okay guys (and girls) being like that. He hardly noticed another person or two join the group as he glanced around the table at all the smiling faces. Laughing at the despair of their fellow man. "Dat's not funny!" he exploded, slamming his little fist on the table. "What're ya gonna do if he offs himself?" he continued, his voice back to it's normal, barely audible volume but filled with a defiant contempt that even he couldn't remember ever using before. "Will ya laugh then?" he scanned the table once agin, his eyes narrowed "will ya laugh when his mama comes ta take his body home? When she asks ya if any 'a ya evah saw it comin'? Will ya tell her how ya all laughed at 'im or will ya just lie an' tell 'er no?" he finished, settling back into his chair with with a mixture of expectance and anger on his face. "Please...tell me. I really wanna know."
((Sorry if I screwed up the atmosphere of the thread with Milo's righteous indignance. I've just always wanted to make him do that. ;D))
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Post by dutchy on Apr 21, 2009 13:10:43 GMT -5
((Dude that's cool. Took me a night's sleep, but I thought of a reply. Because, yeah it's a bit "FTW what do we do now?" Lol!))
The whole restaurant seemed to stop as Milo ranted. The kid had more air and anger in his little body than Dutchy thought possible. Shiner shifted uncomfortably beside him and everyone seemed rather on edge after that.
The boys might have thrown something just as angry back, which would only make things worse and probably get the kid angry and upset again, maybe even runnin' off to who knew where. Worse than that, he had caused a scene infront of women.
Dutchy rolled his shoulders and leaned over, talking quietly, so only the kid could hear, and sternly in Milo's ear, "You got alot to learn about manners, kid. You don't ever yell like that in front of three ladies. You hear me? You got a beef with Race and Specs you talk it out with them. Privately, without shooting your mouth off like that in public. I have a feelin' Jack's about to kick you outta the party fairly quick. So, if I was you, I'd apologize to these ladies right now."
Dutchy sat up straight again.
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Post by Sweets on Apr 21, 2009 15:08:23 GMT -5
"Oy Sweets does it start wit a W?"
"Old Wibbly Woody?"
Sweets smirked at them both, clearly she wasn't the only one who'd seen Woody. "I'm guessin' theah's a great story behind this, and lemme guess," she put her hand out dramatically, "It involves Higgins." As Shiner came in looking a bit glum Sweets continued to beam, loving nothing more than a table full of Manhattan newsies.
"I'm Shiner. I don't think we've met?"
"Sweets." She grinned, hoping the boisterous atmosphere would cheer the girl up.
"Dat's not funny! What're ya gonna do if he offs himself? Will ya laugh then? Will ya laugh when his mama comes ta take his body home? When she asks ya if any 'a ya evah saw it comin'? Will ya tell her how ya all laughed at 'im or will ya just lie an' tell 'er no?"
Or not.
For a moment her mouth hung slightly agape as she stared at the little boy, shocked more by his loud outburst than by his sanctimonious attitude. She watched as Dutchy leaned over, whispering in the child's ear as the awkward tension silenced the table. When she saw he'd finished speaking with him she attempted a grin and shrugged slightly. "Listen, kid, I'm sure they were jist exaggeratin' a bit, ya know?" She glanced pointedly at Race and Specs, failing to suppress a smirk. She knew they would be outraged by her demeaning their story, but she hoped they would let it slide this time, if only to appease the kid.
Nothing that the boy said, though it caused some degree of social discomfort, effected Sweets attitude toward Woody. The guy was a bully who constantly bothered her and her fellow female newsies, and whatever it was that made him cry, she was sure he deserved it.
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Post by manhattan on Apr 22, 2009 14:50:49 GMT -5
Manhattan stilled her pencil. She didnt handle emotional people. It didnt matter if they were crying or yelling. The way she figured it it wasn't her business to sort out everyone's problems,. It wasn't her job to know everyone's background and tragic story. She was a more of let the chips lie where they fall and she will take it from there.
Please...tell me. I really wanna know.
Manhattan just took a sip of Jack's rootbeer seeing as it was the closest to her and watched as the kid finished his explosion and dutchy whispered something in his ear.
Listen, kid, I'm sure they were jist exaggeratin' a bit, ya know?
Manhattan almost choked on the soda as she tried to stifle her burst of laughter. Inappropriate laughter given the timing but inappropriate is always best.
"Yeah Race heah can exaggerate a quarter outtah a penny." she smirked "Specs just beats ya ta boredom until ya pay him da quarter." She knew she wasnt adding to the "heated" conversation but the idea was to change the topic and the focus of the jokes not add to it.
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Post by Bumlets Russo on Apr 22, 2009 23:04:17 GMT -5
Bumlets missed most of the conversation when he came in and took the place right next to Sweets, using his broomstick to tip his hat and nod at her as he fell silent nodding to everyone else. He was just hungry. "Can I get some water?"
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Post by Jack Kelly on Apr 24, 2009 12:20:01 GMT -5
"Please...tell me. I really wanna know."
Jack, Racetrack and Specs all stared at Milo. Racetrack said in a low voice, "Did he just explode or somethin'?" Jack couldn't believe that all that had come from the kid. In less than a minute, Milo had spoken more than Jack had heard him speak in the past month. The others at the table began offering their explanations to try and calm the kid down: "Listen, kid, I'm sure they were jist exaggeratin' a bit, ya know?" "Yeah Race heah can exaggerate a quarter outtah a penny. Specs just beats ya ta boredom until ya pay him da quarter." Dutchy said something in the kid's ear, too quiet for Jack to hear.
Jack refused to baby Milo. He caught the kid's attention and said firmly, "Nobody's gonna off himself. Woody's too much of a coward to do that, anyway."
Specs and Race had been whispering to each other, apparently in an argument, and finally Race exclaimed, "A'right, a'right! Look, I mighta exaggerated a little. But Specs tellin' the story would bore ya to death! Ya gotta make it in'nerestin', at least. Woody ain't gonna off himself. He's too stupid to do that."
"Race--" Specs said warily.
"What? I don' like the guy! I'm allowed not to like the guy. He's a pain in the neck, and all he wants is for people to feel sorry for him. I can't stand people like that..."
Specs shook his head and turned his attention to those who had just come in. He recognized Sweets, and after a moment thought of her name. And there was Shiner, too. "Hey girls," he said with a charming smile. "Hope you're days've been good, eh?" He gave them a wink. A lot of the time he was far less subtle than he was with with the lodging house girls, but he didn't mind joking around with them once in a while. Plus, he thought girls liked being flirted with. It made them feel plenty special, he though.
As this conversation was going on, Jack surveyed the table. Many more people had come in since he and Manhattan had first sat down. There was him, Manhattan, Race, Specs, Milo, Dutchy, Shiner, and Sweets, and now Bumlets came in asking for a water.
"Bumlets, take a seat!" Jack invited with a nod.
((Sorry if I don't reply to everything; otherwise the post would be way too long. I tried to include something that would address everyone, at least...))
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Post by Kid Blink on Apr 26, 2009 0:21:16 GMT -5
Kid Blink pushed open the door to Tibby's with more force than truly necessary, and burst inside.
"I'm back, and it was a sell-out day!" he crowed, throwing his arms wide. He bounced over to the table his friends were occupying, and made a circuit around, greeting everyone with an overenthusiastic slap on the back and (for the girls) a loud smacking kiss on the cheek. Passing by Milo, he ruffled the kid's hair and murmured, "Heya, half-pint!"
Completing his walk, he grabbed a free chair, turned it around backward, and pushed between Racetrack and Specs, sitting down with a flop and grabbing the nearest glass of soda without invitation.
"So, what'd I miss, what's happening, what's goin' on?"
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Post by Brook LaRue on Apr 26, 2009 2:38:51 GMT -5
Brook came into the restaurant and looked around as Bumlets reached for his water and smirked at Blink and his grand and-- loud enterance. Brook Lynn sat down at the table next to Specs and leaned over to take something off of his plate.
"Thanks, mon che, I'm starving!" she shoved the food into her mouth and gave him a smirk that was just as sweet as a magnolia flower even though she was teasing she was getting food. Waving her hand at Sweets she gave Blink a bright grin. "Mon choux!" She didn't have a crush, not really he was into to many girls but she did like selling with him. "Where were you? You promised to help me sell today!"
Bumlets snorted into his glass and smirked over at Jack with a nod, "Can't say we don't know how to party do we?"
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Post by manhattan on Apr 27, 2009 12:24:31 GMT -5
Manhattan shook her head and smiled crookedly as she watched entrance upon entrance. Stealing Jack's rootbeer completely she almost choked on it as Specs started flirting with Sweets and Shiner. It nearly put her on the ground with laughter when Kid Blink came in.
Can't say we don't know how to party do we?
"Cant say da Manhattan Newsies dont know how ta make entrances. Dey got a flair foah dem." She smirked and laughed in response.
So, what'd I miss
"da only ting youah missed is yoah brain. But i figured it fell out da last time a pretty doll walked by." She winked at him.
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Post by Kid Blink on Apr 27, 2009 13:15:13 GMT -5
"da only ting youah missed is yoah brain. But i figured it fell out da last time a pretty doll walked by."
"Better watch where you step, then, gorgeous," Blink said with a grin. "I don't want my brain gettin' all squishified 'cause you stepped on it."
"Mon choux! Where were you? You promised to help me sell today!"
Blink froze in mid-food-snatch and stared wide-eyed at Brook. "Oh, er," he stammered for a minute, then recovered. "Oh, mon petit fromage, I forgot! I got my papes, and I was all set to meet you at Horace when all of a sudden a runaway baby pram rolled by me, with a poor woman chasing it and crying,"--he affected a falsetto woman's wail here--"'Please save my baby! Someone, please, save my baby!' So of course I had to take off after her, I couldn't let the poor kid just roll through the city unsupervised, you know? So I take off after it, and this carriage is really moving, taking corners on two wheels, weaving in and out of carts and ponies, and it takes me a good ten blocks but I finally snag it, and the woman (who was chasing after both of us the whole way, you know) catches up with us and takes her baby, and she's really grateful and offers to take me on this trip around the world but the boat's leaving in ten minutes and you know I just couldn't pass up an opportunity like that! So we sailed around the world together for a few hours, and I sold my papes along the way, and she dropped me in port, and..."
He paused in his rambling story, closed his mouth, and then gave a slightly embarrassed smile, with just a hint of a blush. "You're not buying it, are you?" He reached behind Specs to nudge his fist against Brook's shoulder. "Sorry, peach, I forgot. I'll hit you up tomorrow?" he offered sincerely.
((Clearly, this is the Thread of Lame Stories. And also clearly, Blink is King of the Run-On Sentence. And yes, Blink said "my little cheese."))
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Post by dutchy on Apr 27, 2009 16:17:48 GMT -5
"Oh, mon petit fromage, I forgot!"
Shiner gave a giggle and Dutchy smiled just to hear it, meaning she was coming out of whatever sad state she had been in. He gave her a curious look, and to spare Kid Blink's further embarrassment she whispered the translation in his ear. Dutchy smirked, but said nothing else.
Dutchy smoothly took out his pocket watch at the words "runaway baby pram." Only after Blink finished did he speak, "Forty seconds. Oh, you've done better, Blink."
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Post by Sweets on Apr 27, 2009 20:27:09 GMT -5
"What? I don' like the guy! I'm allowed not to like the guy. He's a pain in the neck, and all he wants is for people to feel sorry for him. I can't stand people like that..."
Sweets grinned, and lifted her glass slightly toward Race before she took a drink. She couldn't possibly agree more herself, Woody did nothing but make others miserable, and then expected sympathy in return. As far as Sweets was concerned, hell would have to freeze over before she felt bad for that smarmy oaf.
"Hey girls, hope you're days've been good, eh?"
Sweets grinned couldn't suppress a small laugh at Specs wink. "Oh it's been great, it's a fine life right?" Her question was laced with sarcasm, but she was still grinning slightly as she glanced down at her ink stained hands.
When Bumlets sat down next to her she greeted him with a smile and a nudge. "Heya Bumlets, how's sellin'?"
((this thread is so complicated, haha love it))
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Post by Brook LaRue on Apr 27, 2009 23:39:51 GMT -5
She lifted a brow when he called her his little cheese but smiled none the less and listened to his wild story giving him a look that spoke she wasn't buying it but the southern creole did enjoy a good story and more so when Blink was telling a wild tell.
"--and I sold my papes along the way, and she dropped me in port, and..."
Rolling her eyes to show her disbelief, the girl folded her arms and gave him a look, to wild he'd lost any credibility when he'd started going on about sailing around the world.
"You're not buying it, are you?" He reached behind Specs to nudge his fist against Brook's shoulder. "Sorry, peach, I forgot. I'll hit you up tomorrow?" he offered sincerely.
She laughed and reached around Specs to ruffle Blink's hair with a smile, she was probably the easiest to get her to forgive something. At times it was hard to tell if she really could hold a grudge. "I enjoyed the story, mon choux. Yes tomorrow... don't forget this time I waited and waited and then Itey was teasing me for waiting for you.."
. "Heya Bumlets, how's sellin'?"
Bumlets looked over at Sweets and smiled at her, he rarely dealt with women well but he seemed to be warming up. Sweets, was always one of his favorites. And probably always would be.
"Not as bad as you'd imagine. I sent an article in, wondering if they're going to print it.." Bumlets, wanted to be a paper man. No one really knew that but Specs.... but he was being a bit more honest these days.
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Post by mush on Apr 28, 2009 0:58:54 GMT -5
With the weather outside improving, so was Mush's attitude, he found it difficult to be sad when everything around him was so happy. He did still miss Lanna... he probably always will. but on a day like today... he had to smile. It was too nice.
He recently finished selling, and did quite well so he was going to treat himself to lunch, only to find that the entire Manhattan Lodging house had gone out to lunch at Tibby's this afternoon! Gracious! It was crazy. As he comes in he sees Brook russle Blink's hair. He must have forgotten to meet her his morning, and after Mush had reminded him too!
He then heard Bumlets talking about a piece he submitted. "Afternoon," he said walking up to Bumlets. "You submitted a piece to the paper huh? 'bout what?" he asked. He quickly ordered a turkey sandwich and then took a seat at the table.
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