Main Room -- Sofa

[Sidhe Sullivan]

(( New Day!))

She wasn't really Irish to her own thought, granted she was a pikey born on the borderlands in England. And yes her parents were Irish but she had always thought she was something else. On the boarder between England and Scotland she'd been born in a rainy day and her mother had said she was a gift from the Fae folk. Molly had always thought it was a tease and the Irish newsies had called her Sidhe because of her fair hair and pale skin. She looked like what her mother had assumed she was, a faerie.

But she preferred Molly. She leaned forward on the warn couch, a spread of intricate and lovely cards on an old wooden crate. She was reading Tarot, something her granny had told her all about when she'd been little. She remembered when her mother had sent her off to america on her own, she thought she'd been a stow away on the grand ship, not that her mum had actually paid her passage. The Pavee rarely paid at all.

That had been ages ago. With a sigh she leaned back and looked over the cards, "Still not telling me nothing.." she mumbled, the Pavee girl folding her arms across her stomach as she scowled a bit. It wanted to tell her nothing, they didn't want to tell her the future-- again. They hadn't spoken much to her in months. Nothing, not a peep. It was unnerving.

"Bah," she said as she gathered them up and put them back where they belonged, settling them into a cloth and bundling them back into the cloth bag she'd had since she was a wee girl. She muttered in the tongue of her people before she settled back against the couch. "Does that mean there is no future?" she pondered aloud, tilting her head up to the rafters.

[Styx Kennedy]

Styx was bored; bored out of his mind, bored. There hadn’t been any action around Queens in a while and the monotony of doing the same old things day in and day out was quite literally killing him. He was laying long ways across the bunk beneath his, feet on the floor and head hanging over the side. It seemed to be taking too long for the blood to rush to his head, so he put two fingers against the blood veins on the inside of his wrist, checking for signs of life. Was it just him or did his blood seem to be moving slower than normal? He jumped up from the bunk bed and ran to the window. Throwing it open, he climbed onto the fire escape, and jumped up to stand on the railing. He stood there balancing, daring the wind to try pushing him over the edge.

His heart didn’t even skip a beat. “Oh, bollocks!” he shouted at his chest before hopping down from the railing. Not even daring life itself would cure this streak of humdrum that was infecting all his fun. Styx slouched against the railing, his back to the alley and his face toward the open bunkroom window. “So, what’s it gonna take ta cure me…?” he wondered aloud. All of the sudden, a solution so brilliant popped into his mind, he knew it would work. What got the blood flowing when death-defying stunts didn’t: mystery. And who was mysterious enough to help cure him: it could only be Molly.

He rushed at full speed though the window and out of the boys’ bunkroom. He checked the girls’ bunkroom first – receiving a couple death threats in the process – but she wasn’t there. He paused for a moment, trying to figure out where we would be if he was Molly… “Ah-ha!” The main room! Styx took the stairs three, four at a time, bursting into the room as if Cerberus* himself was on his heels and was rewarded by the site of Molly reclining on the couch, gazing up at the ceiling as if looking for answers. Moving quietly now, so as not to disturb her any more than he already had, he slipped over to the sofa and slid into a spot next to her. He glanced up at the rafters as well, but seeing nothing he looked back at his friend. “’Ey, Molls? I got a favor to ask of ya.” He paused for a moment, giving her time to think about favors in general, before continuing, “Think you can find me some answers?”



*((in Greek and Roman mythology, Cerberus is a three-headed dog which guards the gates of Hades, to prevent those who have crossed the river Styx from ever escaping.))

[Sidhe Sullivan]

Sidhe for her measure was still trying to see if she could divine a future in the rafters. Tilting her head the blond considered why the cards were not telling her anything before she heard a sound, she ignored it for a moment knowing the voice and a half smile crossed the little pavee girl's face. Oh, that's not to unexpected, but she didn't turn her head just yet. Angling as she stared up she just reached down to move the clothe bag as she felt the couch beside her sag, catching the smell of the boy next to her without much of a reaction. It wasn't a bad smell really and it was his words that had her head turning to look at him. A half smile on her face before she shifted a bit.

"You want to know what the cards say, or what I divine all on my own?" she raised a brow at him as she watched him, he had such energy she often felt like she wasn't quiet animated enough so she thought she would try a smile for him. Just this once, though it felt very odd to her and she shrugged her shoulders. "Want to know what the Fae see?" her brow lifted, pail hair and pail skin, she thought she was incredibly awkward looking and bland but she watched him with a lift of her brow. Waiting for his questions. "Ask away," she replied as she let the cards fall from their clothe bag into her hand, eyes on his face.

[Styx Kennedy]

Styx grinned at her, immensely glad he had thought of Molly as a cure to his boredom. This was exactly what he needed. She was exactly what he need. They had been friends almost since the beginning. He and Casey had come to the lodging house around the same time as her and the two of them had hit it off right away. Theirs wasn’t the kind of friendship he had with Sooth, loud and crazy; it wasn’t it like the kind he shared with Don’t Ask, deep and thought provoking; nor was it anything like his friendship with other girls, for the two of them never flirted.

No, their friendship was more a mutual enjoyment of each other’s company. They completed each other in a way, Styx often forgetting to think beyond the right here and now, Molly forgetting there even was a here and now. Whenever one of the boys from Manhattan – usually Itey, Blink, or Skitts – managed to get him “over the moon,” he could always go to Molly with his deep questions. Sometimes she would even let him lay his head in her lap while they talked when he was really and truly gone.

Now, though, Styx was in control of his brain and curious to see what she would find for him. An impish grin still plastered on his face at the prospect of excitement and the future, he closed his eyes to deliberate. Finally deciding, he pointed to the cards in her hands, “Let’s see what they say…” he trailed off for a moment, deciding what he wanted to know about first, “…about my past.” Before he asked her about his future, he wanted to make sure she could figure out what had already happened to him. Just to make sure all her senses were in tune today.

[Sidhe Sullivan]

Sidhe raised a slight brow before she let the cards fall in her hands, shuffling them absently as she tilted her head. About his past? That was a very strange concept, "But you already know your bast, Chris, why do you need to know more about it? It is what it is, it can not be changed by your actions now. The future is very different, it changes all the time. Just you sitting here with me instead of doing the other option you had considered."

Her face was always impassive, but she brushed a slight curl behind her ear as she shuffled the cards and watched him curiously, wondering why he wanted to know his past if it was already there before him. Shifting she laid out the cards, letting her hair fall in her face in a curtain of blond curls. She really wanted to tell him how she saw a lot of his future but she just tilted her head at him instead as she set up the spread.

"But if your past is what you wish to see, Chris, I will tell you what it says."

[Styx Kennedy]

Styx thought about this for a moment, leaning back and watching her. True, he already knew his past, but he was still curious to see how much she would be able to see about it. Her abilities never ceased to astound him and he loved to test them. On the other hand…it wasn’t very exciting, hearing about one’s own past, and excitement was what he was craving at the moment. Yes, he decided, he wanted to know his future. He wanted to know what life and New York had in store for him, was this boredom going to last?

Grinning again, he sat up and turned his body to face hers, resting one strong arm on the back of the sofa. He ran a hand through his already messy hair and shrugged, “Alright, Molly, future it is!” Styx rubbed his hands together in excitement and anticipation. “Now, what have ya got for me?”

[Spazz]

[[[New Day]]]
((Open))

The colors, the shapes, all the flavors. Spazz walked through the candy shop and he rubbed his hands together his mouth starting to build up with saliva. As the small blonde boy smiled he looked at the bag in his hand. He knew he had enough to last him the day, no one to share all the candy with was the crappy part. As he walked up to the register he put the bag on the scale reading his dirty hand into his pocket pulling out a shiny quarter. nothing ,like the penny candy store to make a kids day. As he walked out of the store his mind calm and collective he saw a little girl. She didn't look too happy, and somewhat lost. Spazz made his way over to the little girl.

"Heya there. You look like you need some...candy, it always turns my frown up-side-down."

Spazz said as he used his hands to make a smile his white teeth glimmered in the sun.
The little girl licked her lips as Spazz offered her the bag taking a few pieces with a grin. Spazz watched as her eyes light up with excitement as he felt a thud on his shoulder. With a jump and a yelp he turned fast twitching his eye as he looked to the much older boy.

"Thats me little sister ya jerk, shes don't needs nothing from you"

Spazz tapped his foot a little as he grew nervous holding his candy, he was not a fighter unless someone messed with someone he cared truly about. He watched as he little girl was grabbed the candy fallen to the floor along with a tear and her smile faded. Spazz felt his adrenaline rush as he looked to the boy then back to the little girl. With his slight French accent he spoke.

"She could have had some you are the one who is a jerk, loser, I'd hate to have a brother like ye, yer a bully and miserable. Take it else were. Keep walking."

Spazz said as his whole personality warped feeling anger as he looked at the candy turning his back and started to walk away interrupted by two older boys. As he took in a breath he looked to the boy and then suddenly, he was looking up at the sky. Pockets ran, candy gone and his eye swelled shut.Spazz stumbled to his feet as he felt his eye.

"Ow, Merde ca fait mal!"

Spazz didn't like to swear, but in French, as long as no one understood it wouldn't matter.

He felt his pockets and shook his head. This is what he got for having mood swings, and sticking up for people. It wasn't that he didn't like it, it was that...He didn't like the consequences. Spazz walked the streets as he felt his socks, he had a fifty cent stash, but that wasn't enough for candy just the papers for the next day. He figured it was getting late. He'd head back to the lodge house. Spazz finally arrived as he took in a breath and figured out what he'd tell his co-workers and friends.

He walked up the front stoop and he entered the building looking down as he mumbled a song as he walked into the main room sitting on the sofa looking into his lap as he twiddled his thumbs not looking around as he could hear mumbles in his head. Feeling like the world was staring at him and the voices would get louder as he tried to ignore them holding his knees to his chest resting his head on his knees as he rocked a little back and forth till they stopped. Hearing a loud noise he jumped looking up. His heart racing and his palms sweaty. But he was surly not tired enough for bed yet.

[Cherry]

It had been a long day as always and pretty routine for Cherry. She had awoken bright and early, gotten ready for her day and took off to the distribution center. She had grabbed her usual amount of 85 papes and skipped off to sell them. Cherry was a good hustler when it came to her sells, she knew just the right words to say to make a yuppy man stop in their tracks and feel sorry for her. It took her maybe 2 and a half hours to sell her papes and when her pocket was full of more than enough change, including tips from people she made feel really bad for her, it was time for her walk in the park. She had walked along the path, whistling a tune to herself and bumped into an old friend of hers. BamBam and Cherry went way back to the orphanage days and they decided to catch up today as Cherry finished the rest of her stops. When it came time for the two to part ways, Cherry decided to stop at the candy store on her way back to the Lodge House.

She strolled in picking out various goodies and pouring them into a bag, paying for them and she left. A lollipop in her mouth and a smile on her pretty Irish face, she skipped into the Lodge House and allowed her eyes to cross the room where she saw Spazz. He looked very upset and this worried her. She walked over cautiously and sat corss legged on the floor infront of him and dropped her bag of candy into his lap and looked up at him with a big grin on her face.

"Oy thas a mighty bad shineh ya got dere boyo.... want meh ta have a look?" she asked him before she figured maybe she shouldn't talk about his mishap. "Have some candeh it'll ease da pain I promise.... J'adore..." she spoke to him softly showing she cared by her last word in French.