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Post by Administrator on Jun 9, 2008 13:13:14 GMT -5
Watch out! The large rocks can be slippery!
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jun 9, 2008 16:08:41 GMT -5
Fighter skipped from rock to rock not really caring that she could slip and fall, knocking herself unconscious and drowing. It wasn't usual for her to take such things into consideration, she lived for the now and did pretty much everything she wanted to do. Finally after she stopped to catch her breath and waded a little bit further out into the water. It was a nice hot day and she had worked hard and long before walking here, she deserved a little rest. She pulled the ribbon from her hair and stuck it into her pocket, shaking her hair out as she did it. A decent breeze blew in this area and Fight always enjoyed it here. Letting her imagination run away with her she practiced a few punches her uncle had taught her that he said were key to breaking your enemy down. With a laugh she imitated them again and again, just enjoying her time to herself.
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Post by smokey on Jul 13, 2008 1:47:05 GMT -5
*New Day*
She walked barefoot along the shore, a hat pulled low over her head. Even with her hair tucked underneath and her baggy clothes, it wasn't at all difficult to see that she was female. She water chilled her each time it washed up by her feet. She stopped walking and looked out at the water. It was her first time out of Brooklyn since she was first sent there with good reason. Her father was a very powerful man and with great power came even greater enemies. It was the sole reason her and her mother had to leave for Brooklyn in the first place. Now with her mother gone, she knew she had to reunite with her father. Instead of staying in Brooklyn where it was safe she decided to leave. How could she stay? Every inch of her house reminded her of her mother. She figured she was safe enough, though. The real danger was in Manhattan and she was in Queens. Still, she pulled her hat down lower -- best to be safe.
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Post by Gwennie on Jul 22, 2008 21:25:30 GMT -5
(New Day)
Gwennie walked a few steps ahead of Prince as they walked along the shore Gwennie intermittantly calling out to Marvin to 'slow down!' and 'stop runnin'! ' finally satisfied with Marvin's pace, she turned to Prince, "Have ya evah been on a boat?" she asked, walking backwards in order to face the older newsie "y'know like when it was really at sea an' all?"
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Post by Prince on Jul 22, 2008 22:19:50 GMT -5
Prince thought about it. "Not that I remember," she said honestly. It's possible that she had been at one time, it was like she could remember the waves and the flowing on the water and everything but she couldn't remember ever actually being on a boat. "how about you Gwennie, have you ever been on a boat before?" she asked back.
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Post by Gwennie on Jul 22, 2008 22:35:47 GMT -5
"Nope, but my mama an' papa did, whan dey foist came ta America" Gwennie explained excitedly "Dey used ta tell me an' Joseph about it all da time. Dey didn't really like da boat 'cause it was really yucky an' crowded an' dey had ta sleep on da deck, dats da top part, an' da waves made papa sick bu t dey really loved da view." she continued with a far off look on her face, "Mama always said dat it was da third mos' beautiful t'ing she evah saw, right aftah me an' Joseph, It was just watah everywheah, as far as you could see an' she even saw a whale one day, papa didn't see it though 'cause he was throwin' up" she finished with a giggle.
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Post by Prince on Jul 22, 2008 23:16:34 GMT -5
Prince looked at the girl curiously. It was such an odd thing. The girl seemed so happy about her parents being dead. She decided to address the good things, or so she hoped, in that story. "Sounds real pretty," she said with a proud smile. "Who's Joseph?" she asked. Knowing her luck it would be the invisible cat riding on Gwennie's shoulders that had been there the whole time. She was nearly scared to ask.
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Post by Gwennie on Jul 22, 2008 23:22:20 GMT -5
"Joseph is my bruddah... well, he was anyway, he died of grippe (flu) same as my mama an' papa" she explained, looking solumn "but I still remembah him an' dem" she elaborated, cheering up a bit "my friend Rhoda says dat dey live in me, an' she's real smart so I figure she must be right"
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Post by Avalanche on Jul 22, 2008 23:49:15 GMT -5
Dang, she couldn't win, seemed this girl just had an unfortunate past. She figured she found someone who was alive in this girl's past. "Rhoda?" she asked once again, hoping now this wasn't an imaginary nurse maid or something to the sort. "Is she a Brooklyn newsie?" she asked figuring that's a fair guess... she hoped anyway.
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Post by Gwennie on Jul 23, 2008 0:00:26 GMT -5
"No, she woiks at da textile mill on Myrtle avenue" explained Gwennie, "she's oldah den me by t'ree yeahs but she's still one a' my best best friends evah an' da best part is dat she's got a pet kitty so Marvin doesn't get lonely when me an' her are talkin' "
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Post by Prince on Jul 23, 2008 10:09:16 GMT -5
((Oops, sorry about that, looks like I forgot to change accounts. Sorry!))
Prince wasn't sure how to handle the news of the cat... for all she knew it could be stuffed or invisible too. But the rest was fairly easy. "Well good! Sounds like ya got friends at least! That why ya come ta queens? Ta see ya friends?" she asked.
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Post by Gwennie on Jul 23, 2008 10:27:54 GMT -5
(That's okay)
"Yeah, sometimes" Gwennie answered cheerfully "Not taday though, she's still woikin', her houahs ain't what ya'd call flexible or nothin'. She wants ta leave da mill an' be a newsie like me but her mama says dat it's too dangerous so she can't"
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Post by Prince on Jul 23, 2008 14:47:17 GMT -5
Prince nodded, she understood that. "Sounds like a nice girl though," she said with a bright smile. Prince looked out to the water. "So ya come from that way huh?" she asked pointing out towards the big ocean. The girl in her found the water beautiful, but she couldn't say anything like that. After all, Gwennie still thought she was a boy.
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Post by Gwennie on Jul 23, 2008 15:18:50 GMT -5
"Sort of, I guess, I was born here an' so was Joseph but mama an' papa grew up there, Scotland, I mean." replies Gwennie, a far off look in her eyes "Sometimes I wonder why dey came heah, don' get me wrong, I love New York, but when dey talked about Scotland It sounded jus' like a fairytale. Dey lived in da coutry an' dere was grass everywheah, dey said, like at da park but just everywheah as far as da eye could see. Dere was even dese old castle ruins 'bout a mile from wheah mama lived an' papa propsed to her dere. Dey had tons a' animals too like cows an' goats an' sheep, dey even had a big dog jus' like Marvin ta watch em all. da only problem was dat dere wasn't a lot a money an' papa said dat wanted ta do bettah so dat he could give mama evr'ythin' she evah dreamed of an' people said dat dey could do dat in America, dat da streets were paved wit gold an' anybody could get rich." she smiled grimly "Eithah dey were pretty confused or i ain't in da right city 'cause I ain't seen any a dat aroun' heah, plenty a dirt streets but no gold ones yet"
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Post by Prince on Jul 23, 2008 16:16:58 GMT -5
Prince couldn't help but chuckle just a little. It wasn't a full out laugh more of just... well she found the kids' view of the world a bit... sober for her age. She still wasn't sure how to take this kid. It seemed like Gwennie and her were nearly opposite, yet had far more in common than anyone else Prince knew. It was confusing. "Scottland huh?" she tried to bring in a little lighter topic into the conversation. Ya know, I had a friend from Ireland, pretty close to Scottland, I think," she explained with a smile. "So far all I evah hear is that the places across the ocean are bright, beautiful and green... heck not just places across the ocean, but it seems almost everywhere but New York City is that way," it was slightly depressing acctually.
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