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Post by Administrator on Apr 15, 2010 14:49:28 GMT -5
With the impressive houses, the people that live around here have got to have some change for a pape!
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Post by sorcha on Jan 20, 2011 22:52:02 GMT -5
(New Day)
When Sorcha MacKenna had gotten better, or even not entirely but dragged herself out onto the street near the beach away from the Racs in order to do her own thing, she hadn't thought she was still sick but when she leaned against the wall of the building, hand to her face even as she growled. This was just damn near pathetic for one of the members of the five points gang to be struck down by something so stupid.
A half smirk crossed her face as she looked down the alleyway. This was fantastic wasn't it? She'd wanted some air and now the world was shifting and pitching again, leaning back against the wall with a growl as she slammed her fist against the bricks. She hated this when was it going to end, she could feel the cold sweat and she just-- didn't know what to do now. Curl up and wait for it to end? In the cold? She'd probably die. Oh well. Everyone died.
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Post by Banshee O'Hara on Jan 20, 2011 23:51:36 GMT -5
Banshee was feeling restless. It was bitter cold out, and most of the Brooklyn newsies were staying inside the lodging house after selling. Banshee had stood it for as long as he could, but that many people all as restless and irritable as himself was wearing on his nerves, and he decided to take his chances with the cold. Not having a specific destination in mind, he wandered, eventually finding himself in Queens. The fresh, albeit cold, air had cleared his head as he’d hoped, but he scowled at being faced with the long walk back.
Banshee dug in his pocket and pulled out a handful of change. His hands were beginning to shake with the cold as he counted out the small sum, hoping he might have enough for a hot meal somewhere on the way back. If not, he guessed there were plenty of fairly well off people on the sidewalks that might unknowingly be persuaded to part with some money.
Turning the corner, he began his long trek back to Brooklyn. As he approached an alley, his eyes moved out of habit to scan it for any signs of a threat. Seeing nothing but a girl leaning against the wall, he continued to walk past unconcerned. He was almost past the alley when a low growl had him turning to look again. Still he saw nothing but the girl, and he stood for a moment, studying her.
He’d not seen her before, but that meant nothing, as he didn’t venture in to Queens very often. Still not seeing anything really wrong, he gave a slight shrug and began to turn away. He paused again, however, when the girl slammed her fist into the bricks and accompanied it with another low growl. Banshee took a few cautious steps towards her, watching her closely.
There didn’t seem to be anything outwardly wrong with the girl, other than her obvious distress over something. She didn’t seem hurt, near as Banshee could tell, and he was tempted to be on his way, as he wasn’t in the habit of asking people their business, especially strangers. Just then, however, she turned her head, and Banshee was able to get a better look at her face. Her cheeks were tinted by an unnatural flush, and her eyes were glassy and bright with fever.
Still moving slowly, he took a few steps closer, making a little noise as he did, not wanting to startle her. “Ya need any help, love?” he asked, not truly concerned, per say, but unwilling to just ignore her either.
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Post by sorcha on Jan 21, 2011 1:25:33 GMT -5
Sorcha tried not to react to the voice she heard, her body shifting restlessly as it ached and wanted to collapse. The voice had her growling as she reached blindly into her pocket amongst the folds of her skirt, it was an unfamiliar voice and her first instinct was to protect herself. Yanking a switch blade out of her skirts she waved it at him, jabbing blindly as the fever clouded her vision, growling.
"Ya bloody well keep away from me!" she shouted, growling still as she kept trying to get at him. But not realizing she was swaying downward as she did so, the ground comping up quickly to meet her as the girl's vision blurred yet again.
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Post by Killian O'Donnell on Jan 21, 2011 1:30:46 GMT -5
Killian scowled as he walked down the streets searching for Sorcha. He knew for a fact that she wasn't recovered completely from being sick and yet she'd still wondered out. It was annoying to have to go look for her, but Charlotte had started waving that cast iron skillet around again so he'd left. He heard shouting and knew it was her so he picked up his pace and came upon her and a kid he didn't know. He glared at the boy before walking towards Sorcha who was still managing to wave the knife around threateningly while passing out.
He picked her up off the ground and cradled her against his chest. His eyes were narrowed as he stared down at her in annoyance. "You knew this would happen didn't ya? You just wanted to be in my arms and figured this was your best chance." His tone was harsh, but there was a hidden affection behind the words. "Dumb broad," He muttered cruelly under his breath.
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Post by sorcha on Jan 21, 2011 1:57:49 GMT -5
That voice and those arms that caught her hand her snorting and her hand dropping to the ground, blade in her hand a bit limp since she hadn't brandished a knife at Killina in a good year or so, her head fell back over his arm and she let out another snort, at his remark. Dumb Broad? She would have called him something else if she felt like it would matter.
"Fuck you Killian.." she murmured through whatever she was feeling, hot and cold, but at least his arms were real. That was something she could rely on and she felt like she could only turn her head to look at him barely before she gave him a half arrogant smile. "What took you anyway?"
Either she was delirious or she really meant it, but she murmured the words that didn't make to much sense, her body near limp in his arms.
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Post by Killian O'Donnell on Jan 21, 2011 13:58:10 GMT -5
He managed to grab her switchblade without dropping her and pocket it. He chuckled mirthlessly, "Ah, doll, been there done that. I know your feverish but that's one thing you shouldn't forget."
He rolled his shoulder to loosen the muscles so his back wouldn't get sore from carrying her home. Killian shook his head at her question, choosing to ignore it because if it had been his choice he'd still be at Racs drinking. He turned to face the mouth of the alley where that kid was and he studied him for a moment, without saying anything.
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Post by Prince on Feb 8, 2011 23:24:11 GMT -5
((NEW DAY: For Ginger))
Prince ran down the street laughing. She glanced over her shoulder to see a silly fruit vendor giving up on the chase. She grinned wickedly. Usually she wasn't one for stealing, but she couldn't help it! Maybe she'd been spending a little too much time with Red. Oh well! All the same, what had she taken? An apple, big deal. She didn't understand what the big deal was. And she was fast enough to outrun some silly cart vendor.
Eventually she rounded a corner and stopped. She figured she could get away with a little more these days, but she wasn't entirely sure why. If anything life was more dangers than it had been in years, but maybe she was just in denial. Either way she found a comfortable place on a curb, and sat her papers in her lap.
Prince wasn't an ordinary girl newsie, she was a leader, and that was saying something. And her kids listened which was even more amazing to her. But all the same, she ran around out in public appearing as a boy, and even dressed that way. And it wasn't a disguise that anyone could see through. It had taken her years to perfect the disguise and there was no way no how that anyone was going to be seeing through it after all this time. She might have been a scrawny little pretty boy, but all the same, with dirt and soot on her face and clothes lose and just as dirty, a boy was beyond passable for her.
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Post by ginny on Feb 9, 2011 20:12:33 GMT -5
Ginger sat on the curb, quietly counting her coins that she had earned that day. Though she usually pretended that she wasn't French, she counted in her native tongue without thinking about it. "huit, neuf, dix..." she continue for a bit longer, but not very. She had only earned 20 cents. She sighed in disappointment. She could probably get a couple moldy apples with that much. She seriously needed a selling partner.She had absolutely no idea what she was doing. Sure she had observed some other sellers for awhile, but she just couldn't get her strategy down. She growled in frustration and kicked the curb with her heel. She stuffed the ten pennies into her pocket and let french profanities spill from her mouth.
Ginger stopped though, when she heard laughter drawing near her. Her expression was fierce as she turned to look at the person who approached the area of the street she was sitting in. It was a scrawny boy, who looked extremely familiar. She hadn't seen him in Manhattan though, she had only seen him around Queens. She had never met him before, but she heard people talking about him. And she was sure it was him because often somewhere in the conversation the words "scrawny", "girlish", and "nerve" were used. Ginger eyed him curiously, but didn't speak to him because he didn't seem to notice her yet. Her dirt stained face was glazed over with suspicion. She didn't have to talk to him to know that she didn't trust him.
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Post by Prince on Feb 10, 2011 2:40:57 GMT -5
Prince couldn't help but laugh more as she put her hands on her elbows. It was a deep laugh though, there was no getting through her disguise, unless her hat was knocked off her head. And that never happened. She'd kill anyone that tried.
She then looked up and saw Ginger. "Oh," she stood up to full height, "sorry," she said as she shined the apple on her loose fitting shirt, "I didn't see ya there." Prince looked at the girl a little longer. She looked familiar, but in the french that she could hear the girl muttering under her breath, Prince's best guess was that she was a new arrival.
Prince chuckled a little at the pretty girl before her and folded her arms as she looked her up and down. "I'm Prince," she said finally offering her hand to the new girl. "You uh... you new around here?" she asked. She looked real skinny. "You uh... hungry?" she asked offering Ginger the apple that she'd just nicked from the fruit vendor a couple blocks back off. She still couldn't help but smile at how ridiculous that man had been trying to chase after her.
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Post by ginny on Feb 12, 2011 12:49:50 GMT -5
Ginger's eyes softened a it after the boy noticed her. He sized her up, which made her uncomfortable and defensive. She was never very good at trusting people, so she usually didn't try. But since she was trying to find her place in this world, and she knew that she needed someone to help her with that, she thought it would be best to at least try to be nice to some people.
She crossed her arms. "Ginger," she answered, not even the ghost of a smile on her face. She nodded, but didn't elaborate on the newness of her arrival. She shrugged. She didn't like taking pity from anyone. She was much too proud for that. But she took a bit of the apple anyway, because her stomach couldn't resist it. She mutter a thanks under her breath. She still wasn't sure is she should trust him, but well that was just who she was.
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Post by Prince on Feb 12, 2011 17:03:59 GMT -5
She couldn't help but smile as the girl took the apple. She hadn't meant to give the impression of sizing the girl up. She was just trying to look and see if she remembered her and she didn't. Maybe seen her face around the lodging house once or twice, but hadn't formally met her. Prince made a point to make sure she knew all the kids who were in her lodging house by name. She looked like a nice enough girl though, but Prince usually assumed the best in people, she kind of had to in her mind, wouldn't be a good leader if she didn't.
Well, maybe not the nicest girl in the lodging house, this one, due to not smiling and being sort of stand offish, but Prince could understand that too. After all, even if she had just come off the boat a lot of people put up a front, to protect themselves. Or maybe that is just how the girl is. Either way, Prince wasn't one to take pity on a person, she just had an apple, and didn't need it, and the girl looked hungry. She'd already eaten that day anyway, the apple was mostly just to see if she could do it.
"Ya welcome," she said with a nod to the girl. "You uh... I think I've seen ya in the lodging house around here lately haven't I, Ginger?" she asked, she wanted to remember the girls name, so she made sure she said it. "You been sellin' news papers?" she asked her with a genuine smile. The pitch to her voice stayed low, but she was rather congenial if nothing else. Prince had perfected the "nice young boy" persona years ago.
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(c)Red