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Post by michael on Jun 28, 2009 5:44:49 GMT -5
"Sir?"
Mike turned at the sound of the voice behind him, tipping his hat up slightly and leaning on the counter.
"She's not here... She's one of the missing, sir. No one's seen her in a while... Along with a few other kids..."
He stared at the kid for a moment, taking in what he said. "The missing? What kids?" This was the first Mike had heard of any kids missing, and being that he was a cop he couldn't help but be surprised. Of course the force was corrupt, but surely someone had to have heard something about this.
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Post by dutchy on Jun 28, 2009 13:18:07 GMT -5
"You don't know..." Dutchy's stomach flipped. It wasn't a question but a statement of deep disappointment. Surely Dr. House had spoken to the police by now! Who failed to follow through? Who could care so little? House seemed deeply panicked, terribly concerned. Dutcy didn't think it was the doctor this time.
"A whole group of 'em, sir. From all over..." Dutchy pulled out a few pieces of paper he had drawn the likeness of the kids he'd known about. He walked to the officer, holding them out.
"Shiner-- Um, her real name is Lara Rippy. Her uncle is Doctor Walter House, he works at Mt. Siani. Sweets, don't know her real name, but she came around here a bit, didn't she? I mean, I think she knew Tate pretty well... And Pup - that is, Stuart Dawkins, about 8 or so. And Milo, about the same age. They're all the ones I know from Manhattan. And this one is Nike... She's Dutch. From Queens. She's got a brother, Styx who's been looking for her. I've heard Brooklyn and the Bronx are missing a good few, too, but... I haven't heard any names yet."
Dutchy paused, looking to the officer, hoping he wouldn't just scoff and walk away.
"You can have these. I've been drawing more."
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Post by michael on Jun 28, 2009 15:11:36 GMT -5
"You don't know... A whole group of 'em, sir. From all over..."
Mike rubbed his face with a sigh, pulling out a pad of paper. The kid's surprise made it clear that this was common knowledge, meaning by this time someone at the force had to have gotten wind of it. Clearly, like with most cases involving the homeless, they just didn't care.
As he listed the names Mike jotted them down, along with any info he had about them, and when he offered the drawings Mike gladly took them, nodding in thanks and tucking it away. "So these kids, where they go missing from? The lodging houses? Or when they were out sellin'?"
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Post by dutchy on Jun 28, 2009 19:16:43 GMT -5
"Sellin'," Dutchy answered, then shrugged, "Some guy comes into the Lodgin' House and carries someone out, we'd notice. These kids just didn't show up. And that was days ago... But Tate's not a newsie. And Shiner sells, but just to hang around us. She lives with her uncle again. We thought, since he was a doctor and all the whole thing wouldn't be pushed aside." Dutchy gave a disappointed, should've known better, look, "Thought wrong, huh?"
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Post by michael on Jul 20, 2009 21:59:16 GMT -5
Mike just stared at the kid, keeping his expression as blank as he could. Truth be told, he was furious; why hadn't he heard about this sooner? "Her uncle, the doctor, he got a name?" Surly the missing niece of a respected professional was something worth the NYPD's time, not to mention the slew of street kids.
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Post by flipchance on Aug 17, 2009 9:25:59 GMT -5
_+&((neW Day))&+_
Flip leaned up against the window of the bakery waiting until there was no line, then he would go. Flip pulled his top hat over his eyes and flipped his tricky coin over and over again, he had no idea why he was even here! Oh yeah, he was hungry.... God, he didn't have enough patience for this kind of wait, oh did he miss Brooklyn.
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Post by Lord Byron Hastings on Aug 17, 2009 21:59:21 GMT -5
Byron was running late for the Bronx borough meeting. He was on his way to the Girl's Lodging House, but decided to take a quick detour stopping at Stan's for a bite to eat; something to quiet the growling in his stomach. Rounding the corner and seeing the line, he groaned "Ugh." Was it even worth his time to stop? Hearing his stomach growl again, he chuckled, YES, it will be worth the wait.
Byron walked the rest of the way to the bakery, and got in line behind a guy in a top hat. Realizing that the guy in front of him was from the Bronx, Byron ran a hand through his hair, trying to rack his brain for a name. He saw the coin being flipped and it came to him. Flip Chance. Byron leaned up against the wall and crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Hey Flip Chance. How's it going, mate?" he asked in his English accent.
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Post by flipchance on Aug 18, 2009 14:20:09 GMT -5
Flip peeked one eye out of his top hat and looked at him, "Hey Byron, I am waitin' for da line to get thina', but guess what?" Flip looked at the line with annoyance, "it ain't" Flip groaned, he was sooo hungry. Why didn't he just wait in the line like everyone else? Because he is Flip Chance ladies and gentlemen.
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Post by Lord Byron Hastings on Aug 19, 2009 10:59:53 GMT -5
Byron chuckled, "Ugh. I know what ya mean, mate." His stomach growled again, loudly. He placed a hand over his stomach and looked back at Flip, giving him a crooked smile and shrugging. Byron looked around them at the ridiculously long line and groaned again. He was so hungry.
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Post by flipchance on Aug 20, 2009 17:23:06 GMT -5
Flip frowned, "Should we cut?" He asked seriously, Flip wasn't huge on the rules, if there are any rules, he made them. Guess thats one of the reason he got kicked out of brooklyn. Spot never liked him anyways. Oh well, only a couple months until his sentence is over. All's what he could do now is pray.... Nah, I'm totally kidding. Flip Chance? Pray? Right.
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Post by Lord Byron Hastings on Aug 21, 2009 14:02:57 GMT -5
Byron shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know, mate." He was running really late so cutting wasn't a half bad idea, but it might cause trouble and he wanted to avoid a fight if he could. It wasn't that he was a sissy, because he wasn't; he could hold his own pretty well. He was just more of a lover than a fighter.
Byron stepped out of line to see if it was moving at all, and groaned. "What is the hold up? I don't think I've ever been here when it was like this..."
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Post by flipchance on Aug 21, 2009 14:34:46 GMT -5
"Ey, looky eir, the waitress is a goil" Flip gestured to the girl, she saw that, the girl blushed, "Ya think I's can use me good looks and great charm, and maybe we can getta begal" Flip walked over to the girl confidently, said a couple nice things and corny pick up lines. The waitress giggled a little and handed him a bagel and a piece of paper. Flip walked back with half a bagel in his mouth and he held out the other half to Byron, "Your welcome" He beamed.
Flip noticed Byron looking at the piece of paper, "Yeah, I's got lunch" He smirked, "And an address" Flip pulled up a seat and patted the seat next to him.
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Post by Lord Byron Hastings on Aug 21, 2009 20:54:52 GMT -5
Byron chuckled as he sat down. "That was genius." He handed the piece of paper back to Flip. At first he thought about how he missed being able to flirt as Flip had just done, but then he remembered the great girl he had back at the Lodging House and smiled to himself. He'd leave all the flirting to the other guys.
Byron bit a huge chunk off the bagel, and leaned back in the chair smiling as he chewed. "I think the long wait made this taste so much more better."
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Post by flipchance on Aug 22, 2009 10:48:49 GMT -5
"True" He said simply and took a bite out of his bagel, "So what's been up with you, Byron" Flip pulled his top hat over his eyed again and pulled up another chair and put both feat up on it. Flip smiled to himself, you might think life is easy being Flip, it isn't. Or at least it wasn't until he moved here. God he had to stop complaining The Bronx is a great place, stop acting like such a weanie he thought to himself.
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Post by Lord Byron Hastings on Aug 22, 2009 12:54:34 GMT -5
"Just trying to keep an eye on Pallet and her little brother. With all these kids turning up missing, I don't want them disappearing too." Byron pulled his hat off his head and set down in his lap. Even though he'd been living here in New York for a while, he would never forget that before his father was murdered, he raised Byron to be an English Gentleman. He would always honor his father by acting as one.
"What about you, mate? How's things been going with you?" Byron took another bite of his bagel and stretched his legs out under the table.
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