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Post by Administrator on Apr 15, 2010 17:30:19 GMT -5
A nice, clean place great for selling papes. Lots of houses and families.
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Post by Banshee O'Hara on Jan 3, 2011 8:36:55 GMT -5
Banshee stood on the corner, one paper held aloft and waving in what he hoped was an enticing manner. The snow fell heavy around him, and his numb fingers were barely able to maintain their grip on his papes. Frustrated by the cold and the slowness of the business due to the snow, he yelled out a ridiculously absurd headline and was mildly surprised, yet grateful, when two men stopped to buy one apiece.
"T'anks very much," he mumbled, trying to keep his teeth from chattering. As the men moved off, Banshee readjusted his grip on his remaining papes and headed in the opposite direction, just in case they decided to look for the promised story. Three blocks down, he stopped, and again began calling out a headline, though he tried to keep it a bit more accurate this time.
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Post by Banshee O'Hara on Jan 5, 2011 3:32:50 GMT -5
A little later in the day, Banshee finished selling his papers and began to make his way back to the lodging house. By this time, the snow had stopped falling, but the day was still freezing and Banshee was in a hurry to get back.
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Post by lunayoung on Jan 10, 2011 10:17:24 GMT -5
Luna walked slowly down the street, kicking a pebble as she went. She had just finished selling her papers for the morning and decided to take a trip to the Brooklyn docks to watch the boats that would come and go, like she used to back home in Jamaica. Lately she had been finding herself quite nostalgic for the heat and beauty of Jamaica--the complete opposite of NYC right now--so she figured the closest she would get would be the docks.
Luna pulled her jacket tighter around her body as a cold breeze suddenly hit her and she kicked the pebble away. Finally looking up, she realized she had made her way onto Lorimer street. Remembering her lack of breakfast before work at the sudden growl of her empty stomach, she looked around the busy street and spotted a fruit cart with a constant flow of customers. Luna searched her pockets for some spare change, but came up empty--having left all the money she made earlier, hidden in her stuff back at the bunkhouse. So, looks like it's either go hungry and be sneaky, she thought to herself. Her stomach growled a bit louder, making up her mind for her.
Luna looked all around to make sure there were no police to catch her. She slowly made her way to the busy fruit cart stopping behind a couple of older women in a heated argument with the man who was selling the fruit. She looked around one more time, before squeezing her way between the people who had gathered to hear the argument, inching closer to the cart. She stood by the cart for a few minutes under the pretense of watching what was taking place, and as soon as the cart owner turned his back she swiftly grabbed two apples and shoved them inside her jacket, turned and quickly walked away before someone caught her.
When she was far enough away, Luna took one of the apples out from inside her jacket and took a bite. Chewing the delicious, red fruit--smirking, pretty pleased with herself--she turned her head to look behind her, to check one more time she wasn't caught. Not paying any attention to where she was going, she bumped into something--or rather someone--hard and solid. She fell on her backside--letting out a little UMPH--causing the other apple she had stolen to fall out of her jacket and her hat to fall off her head making her dark curls fall down onto the shoulders around her face. She looked up from her spot on the ground, brushing her hair out of her eyes, and saw someone towering over her. "Sorry, I guess I wasn't paying attention to where I was going," she smiled sheepishly.
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Post by Banshee O'Hara on Jan 10, 2011 14:04:11 GMT -5
Banshee was in a mood, and while it was certainly not the worst mood he’d ever been in, it was a far cry from the best mood either. He was tired, cold, and hungry, not to mention damp from where a carriage horse had kicked up a puddle and doused him with icy slush. However, even though it had taken him longer than usual today, he did manage to sell all his papes, so he planned on treating himself to a hearty meal. Mouth watering at the thought, he pulled his last cigarette from his pocket and placed it between his lips. *‘Bout time t’ be pinchin’ more o’ these,* he thought as he struggled to light it, cursing the breeze as he turned his back towards the wind and lit another match.
A bone jarring bump to his back caused Banshee to exhale sharply, the cigarette falling from his mouth and onto the slushy sidewalk, where it soaked up the filthy water. Temper flaring, he spun quickly, his fists clenched , and confronted….a girl. She sat in the muck where she had landed , a red apple beside her. Dark eyes stared up at him through a mess of tangled black hair, and though Banshee was still upset, his temper cooled quickly into something closer to annoyance as he took in the girl’s bedraggled appearance and pained look.
“Sorry, I guess I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going,”
The girl’s sheepish smile as she pushed her hair from her eyes doused the last of Banshee’s true anger and he gave an exasperated sigh as he unclenched his hands before offering her one and helping her to her feet. He then bent to retrieve the apple and wiped it off on his sleeve. The filthy dampness of his coat made the gesture more chivalrous than effective, however, and he gave the girl a slightly apologetic shrug as he handed it to her. “More harm done t’ you than me, I’d say, love,” he said, looking her over with a slight smirk. Satisfied that she seemed unhurt, he bent once more to retrieve her hat and shook it off before dropping it unceremoniously onto her head. With a light tug to the brim of his own hat, he pushed his way past her, his focus once more on filling his stomach.
Banshee reached into his pocket for a cigarette and muttered a curse as he remembered his last one was soaking up sludge on the sidewalk. He turned back to the girl and raised his brow questioningly. “I suppose it’d be askin’ too much o’ the fates for you t’ happen t’ have a cigarette, yeah?” he asked, his tone slightly hopeful.
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Post by lunayoung on Jan 12, 2011 10:48:03 GMT -5
Luna smiled at the boy in appreciation for his help, and then began to take in her current appearance when he turned to walk away. Her hair was a mess around her shoulder, her hat was slightly askew on her hat for when the boy kindly put it back on her, and now her pant legs were slightly damp. Just great, she thought to herself, I'm still hungry AND now I'm also cold and wet.
“I suppose it’d be askin’ too much o’ the fates for you t’ happen t’ have a cigarette, yeah?”
The boys voice brought Luna's attention away from herself to him. She gave him a dimpled smirk and reached into her pocket on the dry side of her pants, and pulled out several cigarettes--holding them up in her hand for him to see. The boy seemed to be having a bad day and didn't seem to be on the pleasant side at the moment, so she figured she'd have a go at cheering him up. "You mean one of these?" she asked teasing him.
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Post by Banshee O'Hara on Jan 12, 2011 21:44:16 GMT -5
Banshee rolled his eyes with a slight nod of his head. "Aye, love, one o' those," he answered, trying to keep his tone pleasant. She seemed a nice enough lass, and it wasn't her fault he was in a foul mood. As he approached her, he looked at her more closely. "You're no' from Brooklyn, are ya?" he asked. She was dressed like a newsie, but he had never seen her in the lodging house.
Another cold breeze caused him to shiver and he knew he needed to get somewhere warm until his clothes dried. He could go back to the lodging house, but that wouldn't help with his hunger. He shifted impatiently as he waited for the girl to answer.
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Post by lunayoung on Jan 21, 2011 14:07:41 GMT -5
Luna pushed her hair back behind her right shoulder, shoved one of the cigs behind her right ear, and offered him the other two, smiling. "You know, you catch more flies with honey then with vinegar, handsome...?" She teased, hinting towards the sour mood he tried not showing. She always tried to make it her job to pull her friends and the people she met out of their bad moods, believing it made it easier to forget all the bad stuff.
"You're no' from Brooklyn, are ya?"
Luna chuckled, "I should say not. I'm a Queens girl... and I would say that, judging from your build and the lack of a smile on that handsome face of yours, you must be one of those charming and pleasant Brooklyn boys..." She raised her left eyebrow as a sort of silent challenge for him to prove her sarcasm--describing Brooklyn boys--wrong.
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Post by Banshee O'Hara on Jan 21, 2011 19:08:22 GMT -5
Banshee’s eyes drifted from her smiling face to the two cigarettes she held out, then back again. Raising one eyebrow he reached out and took them, tucking one behind his own ear before placing the other in his mouth and lighting it with hands that were beginning to shake from the cold. Getting it lit finally, he took a drag, and let it out slowly as he nodded a brief thanks to the girl before him.
"You know, you catch more flies with honey then with vinegar, handsome...?"
Banshee cocked his head slightly at her teasing words. “Who says I’m lookin’ t’ catch any flies at all?” he asked, studying her. She was pretty, he allowed, her dark features giving her an exotic look that was unusual on the Brooklyn streets. Couple that with an accent that hinted at far away places and her flirty tone, and she was definitely one that ordinarily Banshee would have put a little effort in to seeing where he could get with her. However, between the cold, his hunger, and the recent confrontation with Jewel that had resulted in him getting his face slapped for trying to be a gentleman, his usual willingness to pass the time with a pretty girl was put on hold until things seemed to be a bit more in his favor.
"I should say not. I'm a Queens girl... and I would say that, judging from your build and the lack of a smile on that handsome face of yours, you must be one of those charming and pleasant Brooklyn boys..."
That she was from Queens didn’t surprise him. Her open, bubbly attitude would have been stifled in any borough but Queens and maybe ‘hattan, and Queens was close enough to explain her presence in Brooklyn this late in the day. Banshee shook his head tiredly at her teasing challenge and took another long drag, the cold filling his lungs along with the smoke and causing him to cough lightly. His hands were shaking harder now, and he wondered if the girl in front of him was as cold as he was. Her clothes didn’t look to be in any better state than his own, and though Queens wasn’t that far of a walk, on an evening like this, in wet clothes, it could be disastrous. Sighing, he turned slightly and gestured down the street. “I’m gonna get somethin’ t’ eat, maybe warm up a bit. Ya comin’ then?” He kept his tone indifferent, though he had to admit he hoped she would join him, as bad mood aside, he didn’t want anything bad to happen to her.
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Post by lunayoung on Jan 26, 2011 12:14:08 GMT -5
“Who says I’m lookin’ t’ catch any flies at all?”
Luna shoved her hands in her pockets, raised an eyebrow, and chuckled, shaking her head. This boy sure wasn't in the mood for her usual brand of friendliness and flirting it seemed. As she looked him up and down briefly, she wondered to herself what had put the boy in such a sour mood. Sure it was cold and they were both a little damp--her more so than him--but it seemed to be more than that.
“I’m gonna get somethin’ t’ eat, maybe warm up a bit. Ya comin’ then?”
Luna wrapped her arms around herself as a sudden chill rushed through her body and her stomach growled at the thought of food--the apple from earlier having done nothing to curb her hunger. She began to nod in agreement when she realized she had no money on her at the moment, "Well... I don't have any money; I forgot it back at the lodging house. But, I wouldn't mind getting out of the cold til I dried off."
Another cold breeze hit Luna suddenly causing her to shiver again so she walked up next to the boy and wrapped her hands around his right arm. "Lead the way, handsome," she smiled up at him causing her dimples to show more prominently on her cheeks. "My name's Luna, by the way."
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Post by Banshee O'Hara on Jan 26, 2011 17:37:12 GMT -5
"Well... I don't have any money; I forgot it back at the lodging house. But, I wouldn't mind getting out of the cold til I dried off."
Banshee continued to study the girl as he waited for her answer. He knew she had to be cold, and she further confirmed the fact by wrapping her arms around her slight body. He didn’t outwardly react to her admission of no money, though he did wonder why anyone would venture out without at least some money on them in case something came up. He watched as she shivered again and raised the cig to his lips, trying to keep his own hand steady. He was glad she was coming, and now that they had determined the fact, he was eager to get on his way.
"Lead the way, handsome,"
He startled slightly when she walked up and placed her hands on his arm. Christ, they were trusting in Queens, he thought with a slight frown as he looked down at her. He let her hands remain, however, as his gaze was momentarily distracted by her smile. She had a very pretty smile and the dimples in her cheeks as she looked up at him gave her an impish look that had the corners of Banshee’s mouth twitching upwards despite himself. He took one last drag off his cig before tossing the butt away, then laid his now free hand over hers. “Come on then, love… It’s no’ that far,” he said as he led her down the sidewalk in the direction of Lanni’s.
"My name's Luna, by the way."
If she had introduced her self five minutes earlier, Banshee probably would have answered her with a raised brow and little else. However, the cigarette had done its part in relaxing his nerves, and the promise of warmth and food in his near future had his mood leaning slightly in favor of improving. He took his hand from where it covered hers long enough to touch the brim of his hat. “I’m called Banshee,” he said as he favored her with a slight smile that, while reserved, was bordering on charming.
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Post by Sweets on Feb 4, 2011 13:53:12 GMT -5
[ New Day ]
"Stop, stop, please just stop, stoooop.."
Sweets had been desperately muttering under her breath for several blocks now, since crossing the Brooklyn Bridge. It was a kitten, an innocent little kitten that looked so scrawny and hungry, she just couldn't help but want to catch it and feed it. However, the kitten clearly had other plans than to be captured by an overly sentimental newsgirl, and thus began the chase.
It was widely known that Sweets rarely left Manhattan, and if she did it was never to go to Brooklyn unless surrounded by at least four of her 'hattan boys. Never had entering the notorious borough alone ever even crossed her mind, but the small blonde's heart was too big for her own good. It only took her a seconds pause at the Brooklyn bridge to make up her mind to keep moving, following the darting black ball of fur through the crowds and closer to her own personal nightmare.
At this point she was no longer positive where she was, but that concern was at the back of her mind as her senses were entirely focused on the cat in front of her and avoiding the gaze of anyone around her. Her long skirts whipped around her ankles in the cold winter wind and she paused to pulled her coat tighter. Unfortunately, this small action led to the person behind her bumping into her, which sent her colliding with someone else, which seemed to start some kind of chain reaction of shouts, curses, and shoves happening all around her. By the time she managed to slip out of the small melee she'd lost sight of her kitten entirely. Glancing around desperately she slowly slunk toward the nearest brick wall of a building, her back pressed against it as if she were suddenly surrounded by enemies. With the cat out of her sight the reality of her predicament began to set in-- she was lost. In Brooklyn.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Feb 5, 2011 23:58:40 GMT -5
Spot Conlon hadn't expected to come across Sweets on his way back to his Lodging House to see to his people. Nor did he expect to watch her look like a timid mouse, scurrying around and the slight brawl she caused was more than amusing for the Brooklyn Leader. He was a King, the king of Brooklyn, the king of all New York if he had the mind. But at the moment he didn't actually care about all that as he watched the little Manhattan girl scamper out of the small brawl she'd created and look around wide eyed.
What had Jacky-boy told him about the dame? Mentioned her in passing if he remembered and the girl was afraid of Brooklyn, he remembered Zeke saying that too. Leaning against the wall, his cane in one hand, smoke between his lips he watched her look wide eyed before he fell into step beside her and took her elbow, steering her away from the blokes that were a little bit big for her to handle if they realized the blond was the cause of the trouble.
It was almost funny, really, he looked down at her to gaze her reaction. He did get some kind of sick thrill out of being the most famous and feared newsie in all of New York. He was Brooklyn's king after all. Why was he doing this instead of letting the chit get her head beat in? He and Jack had a kind of truce, as long as his kids kept their noses clean they could come and go as they pleased through his turf. This girl was just lost and out of her element.
"... cross da bridge, dere kid?" his voice had a hint of amusement as he smirked.
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Post by Sweets on Feb 6, 2011 21:59:52 GMT -5
Sweets cringed as the small street fight she had caused began to grow in size, with several more men stepping in not to stop the brawl, as one would expect, but to instead incite it further. This was not Manhattan.
Though no one had yet looked in her direction, sweets found herself unable to move. Where would she go? Going any farther at all could mean going farther into the shady underbelly of New York (which she considered all of Brooklyn to be). Before she had a chance to devise any kind of plan of action she found herself being tugged away from the chaos at a brisk pace down the sidewalk. There was something about the way the hand gripped her arm that instantly convinced her feet that staying still was no longer an option.
As the raised voices and shouted insults began to fade behind them Sweets attempted to glance up at the owner of the arm, her mouth dry and eyes wide. Her mind raced violently between the two outcomes of her current situation. She was either being lead to safety, or to her doom. Either way she couldn't seem to be anything but complaisant at the moment, obediently following alongside and keeping the brisk pace. Slowly she managed to force her gaze over from her own feet, starting at her mysterious leader's shoes and cautiously scanning up his frame. Brown pants, plaid shirt, red suspenders... cane.
Sweets blood ran cold.
"... cross da bridge, dere kid?"
Any amusement in his voice was lost on the trembling newsgirl as her mind scrambled for an answer. Her first instinct was to deny it, but thankfully some part of her brain retained a shred of competency-- do not lie to Spot Conlon. Unfortunately, however, her terror made speaking difficult, and after a few throat clearings and slight squeaks she only managed a mere nod.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Feb 6, 2011 22:43:22 GMT -5
If anyone ever said that Spot Conlon didn't get a sick kind of thrill out of scaring little girls they didn't know him very well. He had always enjoyed his notoriety, the way that people cleared a path when they heard his name or saw him. The fact that this little dame was shaking in her boots just made his smirk widen. Sure, he wasn't exactly a bad guy persay but it was a great boost to his ego to know that this kid was so terrified she couldn't speak. Feeling rather pleased with himself on his good deed for the year, AND the fact she was shaking but still walking had him steering her towards the bridge.
His cane was slipped through a belt look in his jeans, like the sword of a king as he walked her. "Keep youse feet movin', kid. I ain't got all day ta drag ya.." there was that amusement still, knowing that the girl was shaking and not really caring. Just as long as some bull didn't stop them and think he was doing her harm. That'd be a pain in the ass he didn't want to have to deal with.
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