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Post by Administrator on Jul 22, 2007 19:33:16 GMT -5
A few small shops line the harbor, great place to sell papes.
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Post by THE BAKEREY on Oct 5, 2007 9:44:35 GMT -5
Twitch slowly entered the bakery. the smell was truly delightful. He handed over his last two cents for a fresh, hot roll. It was soft and coated in butter. His favorite.
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Post by Milo on Jul 18, 2008 20:39:55 GMT -5
*New day*
(and, perhaps, place. in Short, it's not in the bakery anymore)
Sitting down the steps of one of the stores, Milo looked through one of his papers trying to find a sufficiantly morbid headline to use for a test of his newest paper selling method. Not one for speaking and certainly not one for shouting headlines at the top of his lungs at random passers by, Milo was always trying to come up with new ploys to make prospective customers buy his papers without making himself too noticeable to the rest of the general public. The night before he had come up with yet another seemingly promising way of doing so.
Finally, after several minutes of looking, Milo found the story he was looking for, It was an announcement of the excecution via electric chair of a woman named Martha Place who had murdered her husband with an axe and asphyxiated her stepdaughter (he figured that meant "killed") before pouring acid on the stepdaughters eyes and attempting suicide. She had been the first woman to ever be formally excecuted using the electric chair inthe whole history of the United States. Now came the easy part.
Milo sat down in front of a store, put his face in his hands and began to feign crying. It wasn't long before a woman came over to him and asked him what was wrong. Milo saw that she had two small children with her, a boy that looked to be about four and a girl around his age. This was almost too easy.
Milo sniffled and told the lady that the article had scared him, 'what if my mama kills me?' he cried looking up at the lady with puppy dog eyes. Within a minuite the lady had bought all ten of the papes he had left claiming that they were "just too awful for a little boy like you" .
"Wow" said Milo, astonished with his own success, he had never sold that many papes at one time before. ' I should do dis moah often' he thought, triumpantly.
(sorry it's so long, I just felt like writing)
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Post by rainbow on Jul 27, 2008 8:34:40 GMT -5
<< New Day >>
It was pretty early in the morning and Rainbow decided to sell in Manhattan, Rainbow had never been to Manahttan before, when she came to New York she was young, and small so her sisters didn't let her come out of Queens.
Rainbow sat on the curb next to the shops and put her newspapers on the curb next to her, she had about at least between fifteen and ten left!
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Post by mabel on Oct 11, 2008 22:12:36 GMT -5
[NEW DAY}
Falling asleep on a city bench was not something Mabel fancied she would be doing that afternoon. However, having not slept well the past several nights, Mabel thought resting her eyes for a few moments would be fine.
Slumped to one side, Mabel lay on the wooden bench, head on her papers and wool scarf bunched around her neck. It was a testament to her exhaustion that Mabel had managed to sleep through the bustle of the city. Recent weeks had been tough on Mabel: having gone through a nasty bout of illness, Mabel had gone home to her family and while they had tended to her as best they could, she was still not completely well. Still, she could not go another day without making money.
Unfortunately, sleeping on a city bench is unwise on many levels—it leaves one vulnerable to all kinds of unpleasantries. For instance, a young boy was current attempting to pocket any of the coins Mabel had earned that day. Reaching into her coat pocket, the boy attempted to pull out the coins, inadvertently sending them scattering.
The familiar clink of coin against the ground caught Mabel’s ear and she pried open her eyes just in time to see the little scamp run off with the few coins he had managed to gather.
“HEY!” She exclaimed, blearily clambering into a sitting position. Weighing the likelihood of her catching up with him and vainly chasing him, Mabel grudgingly accepted her loss. Pressing her palms to her eyes, Mabel groaned. Fantastic.
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Post by davidjacobs on Oct 12, 2008 10:52:43 GMT -5
”HEY!”
David looked up from his book just in time to take a small boy to the knees. “Where are you going so quickly?” he asked the child.
The boy stared silently back at him through dark eyes that looked huge in his pale face. His hand was clenched into a tight fist against his stomach.
“What have you got there?” asked David.
The boy’s fingers tightened and he didn’t reply.
Then Mabel scrambled up to them, looking dazed and disheveled. David blinked at her, almost not recognizing the poised girl he had met that day in Manhattan. She looked wan and tired. However, currently, high spots of color were flaring on her pallid cheeks. Looking down at the tight-fisted boy, David understood what had happened.
“How much did you take?” David asked the boy, tucking his book under his arm. “Come on,” he said when the boy stared stoically back at him. “Show me.”
The boy glanced to the left as if he was considering bolting, but with David before him and Mabel behind him, he sighed and uncurled his fingers.
David plucked the coins off of his palm and handed them to Mabel. Then he reached into his own pocket, pulled out two quarters, and dropped them into the boy’s hand. “There you go,” he said. He would have to forgo lunch for the next few weeks, but he would live. “Sleep somewhere warm tonight. Don’t waste it on candy.” Then he shooed the boy on his way.
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Post by mabel on Oct 12, 2008 18:25:04 GMT -5
Noticing the boy run headlong into a much taller, older boy, Mabel got to her feet and made her way toward the two. Her bad day might have a silver lining after all. Lo and behold, it was David Jacobs that little thief had run into and David had managed to pry her money from the brat's grubby little hands.
Relishing the cool surface of the coins as they were returned to her hand, Mabel released a sigh of relief. Then, much to her surprise, David pulled money from his own pocket and gave it to the boy. As the boy moved to leave he glanced Mabel's way. Biting her lip, Mabel opted not to reprimand him. On further inspection, he had clearly seen worse days than her--he needed the money.
Glancing at David, Mabel smiled tightly, smoothing her clothes embarassedly. "Thank you," She said curtly, "That was very kind of you."
Mabel had seen much of David since that day she had discussed the strike. Since she had gotten sick, Mabel had not seen much of any of her fellow newsies. Striking now seemed completely out of the question. It was getting colder and Mabel needed the money now more than ever. If she got sick again, she could not go running home again--she could not put the additional stress on her family.
Dabbing at her nose with a handkerchief, Mabel sniffled, "How goes that mission of yours? Made your rounds to all the boroughs yet?"
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Post by davidjacobs on Oct 12, 2008 23:16:42 GMT -5
"That was very kind of you."
David shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck. “It was the least I could do,” he said. “Poor kid.” He looked over his shoulder even though the tiny pickpocket was well out of sight. “No one that young should be forced to steal.”
How goes that mission of yours? Made your rounds to all the boroughs yet?"
“Heh,” David said sardonically. “Well, I’ve seen Prince, Jack, and Dodger.” In fact, Mabel had accompanied him when he had bumped into the Bronx leader. “I’ve been trying to work my way into Brooklyn, but it’s a bit of a closed book, you know.” Then he noticed the way Mabel was sniffling into her handkerchief. “Are you all right?” he asked worriedly. The young woman did a look a little hollow-eyed. “Here,” he said, digging into his pocket for his own handkerchief. Sure, she already had one, but it seemed polite to offer. “Would you like to get a cup of tea or some soup?” That’s what his mother had always given him when he’d fallen ill as a child.
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Post by mabel on Oct 13, 2008 9:19:13 GMT -5
“No one that young should be forced to steal.”
Mabel nodded hurriedly, wrapping her arms across her middle. Though part of Mabel thought she could relate to the boy's desperation, her hardships did not compare to his.
“I’ve been trying to work my way into Brooklyn, but it’s a bit of a closed book, you know.”
Rolling her eyes, she shrugged her shoulders, "Well, then it's their problem if they're out of the loop, now isn't it?" Mabel really had no bad blood with Brooklyn--mostly because she seldom tread there--but the Brooklynite attitude, as she perceived it, grated on her. It seemed to her they were hindering progress.
"If you ask me, I say you all... charge on ahead! You know, make some headway." Mabel motioned with a clenched fish what she thought was a "gung-ho" sort of movement.
“Are you all right?”
Mabel blinked, "Oh, I'm-"
“Here,”
"-Fine." She finished. Taking the offered handkerchief, Mabel smiled gratefully, "Thank you." Holding one handkerchief in each hand awkwardly, Mabel chuckled and handed David's back to him, "On second thought, I think I'm alright for now."
“Would you like to get a cup of tea or some soup?”
The thought of a hot anything made Mabel's throat ache with yearning. The truth of the matter was, Mabel hadn't the money to spare on soup or tea and she could not ask for anymore charity from David.
"Oh, I'm alright-... just a bit under the weather. And actually, I think I should get back to the lodging house..." Even if there wasn't something to soothe her throat there, she could at the very least nap somewhere that was not a city bench.
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Post by davidjacobs on Oct 13, 2008 12:30:27 GMT -5
"Well, then it's their problem if they're out of the loop, now isn't it?
David grinned. “Very few people would be bold enough to say that,” he said. He had to admit it was refreshing. He did respect Brooklyn, but their walls were thick and high.
"If you ask me, I say you all... charge on ahead! You know, make some headway."
David chuckled, mimicking the movement in spite of feeling rather silly. “I will certainly try,” he replied. The task seemed impossible now, but he couldn’t lose hope, not yet. There were people who depended on him.
"Oh, I'm alright-... just a bit under the weather. And actually, I think I should get back to the lodging house..."
“Oh,” said David. “You know, I could –” He bit his lip; Mabel probably didn’t want his charity. “Would you like me to walk you there? I could probably make you a bit of something anyway if I can get my hands on some clean water.” He didn’t like to leave Mabel alone when she looked so ill. He offered the girl his arm. “You’ll feel better once you’re out of the air.”
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Post by mabel on Oct 16, 2008 19:46:14 GMT -5
“Would you like me to walk you there? I could probably make you a bit of something anyway if I can get my hands on some clean water.”
Mabel, who had been distracted by a quarreling couple on the other side of the street, barely registered David's offer. It was not often one found chivalry on the streets of New York--not that Mabel had encountered anyway. Turning back to David, Mabel furrowed her eyebrows, "Really? I mean- I wouldn't mind the company."
Slipping her arm through his own, Mabel fell into stride beside him. Dabbing at her nose with her handkerchief, Mabel breathed heavily. The sooner they got back to the lodging house, the better.
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Post by eloiselewis on Mar 26, 2009 17:54:37 GMT -5
*New Day*
Eloise sighed happily as she walked down the harbor, on the small boardwalk, walking past all the shop windows, her light hazel eyes fixed on all the pretty little things. There weren't many people out, which was surprising as it was the middle of the day.
She pulled her coat around her, her white apron and her dress underneath, it wasn't the warmest day. She had just come from school, she had dropped her books off by her older Freddy at the carpentry shop that he worked at. Then she had set off to take a walk. Her mother didn't really like her walking around the city all by herself, but Freddy had given her a couple shiny pennies, and she didn't feel like going back to the apartment yet.
She saw a welcoming warm little shop, and decided that would be a perfect place to gaze at all the nice pleasantries. She felt like she was in a wonder world as she stared at the wonderful figurines. The shop was warm and Eloise's cheeks were a rosy red from the breeze outside. She wandered from shelf to shelf, a delighted smile on her young face.
That was when her eyes rested on the beautiful little porcelain carousel. Everything about it was detailed and perfect. She was gazing at the figure when something moved out of the corner of her eye. She gaurdedly peered around to see what it was. It was a boy. His hair was dark, the color of his dark eyes. He was awfully dirty, and scrawny. He certainly didn't look friendly.
Eloise turned to move on to look at something else. She saw the boy sneak something off the shelf, her mouth opened in surprise. The boy gave her a sly smile and put a finger up to his lips to quiet her. Then he waved a goodbye to her, and eased himself through the door and down the street unoticed. Eloise turned to look at the shelf. It was the carousel! He was a thief!
She gazed guiltily at the empty space on the shelf, she should have alerted the store keeper. There was a wide window, and Eloise looked out nervously, biting her lip. She best get out of there before somebody noticed the missing item. It was obviously one of the finer figurines. She made her way to the door, head down, her heart beating slightly.
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Post by shiner on Apr 19, 2009 1:25:37 GMT -5
>>> New Day <<<
Shiner ran her fingers through her hair, her dark curls having straightened a bit being stuck in a twist under he cap. She twirled a ponytail and twisted it up, holding it to her head before shoving her cap back on, tucking stray hair underneath. She didn't care if people thought she was trying to pass as a boy or not. It would seem rather silly if she had just fussed with her hair in broad daylight. Besides, it was getting too warm.
She stood infront of a shop, wearing a gray skirt and a light pink button down shirt. The shop sold small knick-knacks and other things her uncle liked to call dust catchers and thus had very few of. Dr. House's tastes were more to books and knick-knacks of historical relevance.
She had set out to sell a few papers that day, mostly walking as she sold, because she wanted to check out a little out of the way bookstore she had heard of in this shop area. She hadn't really realized it was so close to the docks. It had been almost two days since he had overheard of his marriage. But if he had seen her, he hadn't been looking for her. And she hadn't been able to find him...
Not that she was sure she wanted to. And she hadn't asked any newsies where he lived, or where he might be. Just if they'd seen him. She didn't want to bring any attention to herself.
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Post by Avalanche on Apr 20, 2009 22:16:03 GMT -5
Avalanche was actually just off work a few minutes ago. He was coming out the area, and had just left his friends to go towards his house. There he saw Shiner. Pretty little thing in her outfit, he thought.
He snuck up behind her and took his slightly dirty and rough hands and put them over her eyes. "Hey... guess who," he said playfully before letting go and swinging around to face her. "What you doin' all the way down here girly? Place like Brooklyn ain't the kinda place for a pretty girl like you," he said with a smile. He was only half kidding... Brooklyn was pretty tough, he was sorta surprised to see her there.
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Post by shiner on Apr 20, 2009 22:43:20 GMT -5
She didn't smile. She didn't even blink, too surprised to see him. And that smile. He was smiling at her!?
Shiner turned away from him quickly, lowering the hand she held the folded up paper in she had been ready to beat her assailant with. She wanted to hit him anyway. But that was so childish.
"I'm just as tough as the rest of them," She spoke defensively, her head held high, "Queens, Brooklyn, the Bronx. What's it matter?"
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Thanks Jim!
