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Post by Kid Blink on Apr 29, 2009 17:23:09 GMT -5
"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.."
Placing a hand over his heart, Blink pledged solemnly, "I shall arrive at dawn and count the hours until I see your pretty face again, darling."
"Forty seconds. Oh, you've done better, Blink."
He turned and gave Dutchy a grin and an eye roll, then did a double-take. "Whoa, Dutch, what's with all the dirt? You can't be sitting down all dusty and covered in dirt next to a dignified lady like Shiny, there!" He gave Shiner a wink. "You been rolling around at the races or what, man?"
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Post by dutchy on Apr 29, 2009 23:44:30 GMT -5
Dutchy so wished Blink hadn't called him out on his appearance. True, his actions had been more impulsive and had ended up saving a few people entirely by accident. He didn't plan on this being a new habit. Nor did he really plan on continuing it if he could. Pride always came before the fall, wasn't that the saying? And he didn't really want the attention.
However Shiner was smiling curiously at him, and gave a bashful smile to Kid Blink as he winked to her. She turned her attention back to Dutchy, looking expectant.
Well, maybe some attention wasn't so bad...
Dutchy shrugged, leaning back in his chair and resisting the urge to lean it back on two legs. "I caused a little scuffle between me, my papes and Warden Snyder's hat, is all... There was some kid on the run from him. I just kicked up a distraction."
"And an awful amount of dust," Shiner interjected with a smile.
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Post by Kid Blink on Apr 30, 2009 0:27:09 GMT -5
"I caused a little scuffle between me, my papes and Warden Snyder's hat, is all... There was some kid on the run from him. I just kicked up a distraction."Blink had taken another slurp from the pilfered soda glass as Dutchy answered, and spluttered in sudden surprise at the mention of the Warden. Hacking and wiping away the soda he'd accidentally sprayed on himself, he managed to croak out, "Whoa, what? Dutchy? Our little dike-jumper? Causing trouble with Warden Snyder?!" He leaped up from his chair and hurried around to Dutchy's side of the table, tackling him and wrapping his arms around Dutchy's neck and head, pressing Dutchy's glasses into his face. "Ach, our little boy, he is growing up!" he wailed in what he referred to as a Dutch accent (but which was anything but). His surprise was genuine, though--quiet, tame, poetic-souled, pacifistic Dutchy, who once had trouble selling his papes because he hated disturbing people by shouting headlines, actually ruffled the Warden's feathers! "Hey, you guys listening?!" he shouted at the table in general, though his eyes lighted on the older male newsies present. "Dutchy took on the Warden, and lived to tell about it!" Crossing back around to his own chair, he sat down again and looked at Dutchy wide-eyed. "Come on, man, there's got to be more of a story there! Spill it!" (("Dike-jumper" = slang for people of Dutch descent, references the dikes in the low-laying Dutch countries used to hold back flooding waters. Get your mind out of the gutter.  ))
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Post by Brook LaRue on May 6, 2009 17:09:05 GMT -5
Brook tossed a napkin at Blink and started laughing, brushing her hand threw her hair, "Down, mon che! You're so loud.."
Bumlets snorted and then chuckled before he addressed the questions posted at him, well what could he say, between Specs and Blink Manhattan was rarely ever quiet. "I wrote about the TB outbreak from the view of someone who loved threw it and lost friends in it. Not a big deal.." it was in a sense but he didn't think so.
Brooks eyes widened a little, wow... she reached over and grabbed Dutchy's arm with a grin before she winked, "Way to go though, mon choux.." She was the sweet up beat girl that could take care of herself. That was just how Brook managed.
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Post by Specs on Sept 7, 2009 18:14:37 GMT -5
[[New Day]]
[glow=red,2,300][[CANON PARTY!]][/glow] Things had gotten way too serious lately. The kidnappings, the worrying, the meeting, the escaping, more worrying, the griping. It was all too much like a bad penny novel. It was all gloom and doom, all the time, and Specs was damn sick of it. He knew that if he didn't have some fun right this second, he would be permanently depressed. Everyone needed a good mood booster. And who better to deliver the necessary dose of jovialty than the Master of Ill-Timed Revelry? Specs had put on his best clothes, removed his glasses, and walked (unsteadily) into Tibby's, asking to make a reservation for a large party seven o'clock in the evening, doing his best impression of what he thought Pulitzer would sound like. His ruse had worked--the host hadn't thought for a moment the young man could be a street rat--and there was a seven o'clock reservation for a Mr. Andrew Schlosberg. No doubt the owner wouldn't be too happy when he found out the host had given a reservation to a kid (not to mention a street rat). But hey, at least they would be paying...sort of. During that day, Specs had spread the word among his friends to meet at Tibby's for dinner. None of them, though, had any idea it would be a party. Nor would they be privvy to the numerous bottles of wine Specs had gotten out of the vintner's daughter the night before. It had been a successful twenty-four hours for Specs. Now he would see if he could succeed in lifting everyone's foul mood... They would start arriving any minute now. |
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Post by Skittery James on Sept 7, 2009 18:36:12 GMT -5
Skittery grumbled as he made his way into Tibby's.... he'd about gotten himself arrested. How was HE to know the woman had been a cops kid. Growling a bit he spotted Specs and sat down, taking his hat off of his head. "Ya bum! That dame's old man about had my neck.." mostly because Skittery had entertained her at one point then decided he could do better and passed her off. Now she was following him everywhere trying to get a word in.
Damn women. "So much damn trouble.."
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Post by Bumlets Russo on Sept 7, 2009 20:03:46 GMT -5
Bumlets followed not long after Skittery, he had his hat on his head and his trusty broomstick in his hand as he came in. He was looking around to make sure none of those girls were around. He didn't want to be around to many of them at all really. Sweets, Brook and Mabel were honestly all the girls that he could handle.
Finding a chair he sat down and looked around at the wine and the food, "I thought this was dinner?" he was starving, his stomach growled as he thought about it.
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Post by Snoddy King on Sept 8, 2009 23:22:12 GMT -5
Snoddy stumbled through the front door, tripping a bit on the threshold as he came in. Catching himself on the doorknob, he flushed and whipped his hat off his head, rolled it up and stuck it in his back pocket, and hurried over to the table the others had circled round, hoping his impromptu display of agility and grace had gone unnoticed.
"Hey, guys," he greeted quietly, taking a seat. Noticing the wine bottles set around the table, he raised a brow and looked toward Specs, their generous host for the evening, questioningly. "You rob a liquor store or somethin'?"
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Post by Kid Blink on Sept 8, 2009 23:38:28 GMT -5
Following right on Snoddy's heels, Blink trotted through the door and snorted when he caught Snoddy recovering from his stumble.
"Smooth, I don't think anyone noticed!" he announced in an exaggerated whisper, loud enough that damn near the whole restaurant could've heard him.
Dropping into the chair alongside Bumlets, Blink flicked his gaze over everyone who'd gathered so far. "How's the headlines sellin', boys?" he asked, then thumped his hand on the tabletop. "And what's for eats? I'm starved!"
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on Sept 9, 2009 7:20:57 GMT -5
Racetrack was a little further down the street when he saw Blink and Snoddy enter the restaurant. It got him wondering exactly how many people Specs had decided to invite. On the tail of that thought, Race wondered fearfully if Specs thought it would be a good idea to invite girls there. Not their girls--not the Manhattan newsgirls. Girl girls. Nothing ruined a party faster, and speaking of which what the hell was Specs thinking having a fuggin' party at a time like this? Race had always known the kid had a couple screws loose, but jeez!
Entering the restaurant, Race looked at the crowd that had already gathered: Specs, of course, along with Skittery, Bumlets, Snoddy and Kid Blink. Not too much of a crowd as of yet. Race gave Specs a less-than-friendly glare. "This better be good, Schlosberg. After I haul my ass over here all the way from Harlem..." He hoped no one would bother to ask what he had been doing in Harlem.
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Post by Specs on Sept 9, 2009 7:37:05 GMT -5
"Ya bum! That dame's old man about had my neck..So much damn trouble.."
Specs unsuccessfully suppressed a grin as Skittery, the life of any party, took a seat. "Well, I'd look at it this way...you about had that dame." While Skittery thought he could do better, it wasn't like Specs to pass anything up, even if he could do better. There was lots of opportunity for improvement after one was finished with one's current endeavor.
"I thought this was dinner?"
"Aha! You thought so, didn't you?" Specs proclaimed with unnecessary grandeur. "Feast your eyes, kiddo, for I bringeth forth the booze." He held up a bottle of something he couldn't pronounce and grinned at Bumlets. "I can't fuggin' imagine why you'd still want food, but you're gonna have to pay out of pocket for it." He lowered his voice a bit. "I went through enough trouble as it is..."
"Hey, guys. You rob a liquor store or somethin'?"
Specs smirked and shrugged one shoulder. "Why steal...when the vintner's daughter is oh-so-willin' to give you anything you want?" He chuckled at himself. "I didn't want to give you all the details, Snoddy, but wine wasn't the only thing I got out of the deal..."
"How's the headlines sellin', boys? And what's for eats? I'm starved!"
"Who the hell needs eats? We got drinks!" Specs waved the bottle of Something-French-Sounding over his head precariously.
"This better be good, Schlosberg. After I haul my ass over here all the way from Harlem..."
"It is good, Higgins," Specs replied, in too good a mood to be put out by Race's perpetual state of pissyness. He reached over and picked up another wine bottle. "Pray tell, my friend the italiano, the correct pronunciation of Vyno No-byle dee Monte-pull-ciano." He smirked again and waggled the bottle by the neck at Racetrack.
This was going to be a fun night...
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Post by Skittery James on Sept 9, 2009 16:39:14 GMT -5
Skittery snorted and took one of the bottles and a class before he went over to one of the waitresses and demanded some food. Anything to put in his stomach with the booze that was provided, the other's showing up he smirked and patted Snoddy on the back as he went over to get some bloody food.
It wasn't usually Bumlet's things to drink or anything, but he shrugged. They could all use some time off, a break. He took the glass and poured some booze before he smirked, "Nice spread Drew..." he saw Skittery come back with some chips and he reached out and took a handful scarfing them down even as the other guy let out a loud exclamation of annoyance.
"What the FECK man!" Skittery smacked at Bumlet's hat before he sat down next to Blink and gave him a warning look. "Touch and I'll have your other eye.." he nudged Race from the other side of the table. Who was the glum one now Higgins!?
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Post by mush on Sept 11, 2009 2:21:20 GMT -5
Mush came in the front door with a ear to ear smile on his face. "Look! I got cookies!" he said as he came in with a huge plate of chocolate chip cookies. They were from Mush's most recent lady friend. She thought the kids of the lodging house could use a treat, and backed about 3 dozen or more cookies, she said she lost count. So, what better place to use them than here.
He set them down on the table and headed over to the booze. "Hope I'm not too late?" he said with a smile and wave to Specs.
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Post by Snoddy King on Sept 11, 2009 14:36:47 GMT -5
Snoddy hadn't noticed Blink walking behind him, and couldn't seem to stop himself from giving him a glare as Blink sat down on the opposite side of the table. He was still stinging from his encounter with Brook in the tree earlier, and, frankly, Blink seemed like a good person to blame right now.
Skittery's touch on his back brought him back to himself, and he sighed, staring at the wine on the table. He really wasn't big on drinking... Glancing to Bumlets, whom he knew also didn't partake of the grape very often, he saw Bumlets had poured himself a glass and set it in front of him.
Snoddy relented and poured himself a glass, too. He wouldn't have to get good and soused, like the others were surely planning. And, hey, Skittery could get kind of entertaining when he was smashed. He took a sip and frowned at the bitter taste. He was going to need some food to get through this...
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Post by Kid Blink on Sept 11, 2009 14:48:43 GMT -5
Blink gave up a cheer when Specs raised the wine bottle. This was exactly what they all needed right now.
"Hey!" he shouted to Specs. "Maybe 'roo-boy isn't gonna hound for the details, but I will! Does she still do that thing with her tongue?"
"Touch and I'll have your other eye..."
Blink looked to Skittery's plate for a moment, considering. He covered his good eye with his hand, as though contemplating how difficult life would be wearing two eye patches. Making a face, he finally shook his head.
"Nah, not worth it. I'll get my own." Getting up from the table, he roughed up Skittery's hair and followed Snoddy to the nearest waitress.
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