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Post by jewelkent on Feb 13, 2011 14:15:19 GMT -5
Jewel sighed. How was she so sure that she could trust this guy? But she'd do anything to keep him out of trouble, and keep that handsome face of his from being mangled in anyway.
She leaned in closer to him to whisper in his ear "Okay, I don't know their real first names or their last names. But I know their nicknames.. Let's see.. There's Fighter, Birdie, Lucky, Smalls...just to name a few girls. Trust me, they are pretty hard to miss. The first 3 were the ones I had the run-ins with...the last one I just know of by what I've heard about her." She explained with a sly look in her eyes.
When the subject changed to her sister, Jewel shrugged "I hope she's somewhere. I just wish I knew where to look..or I wish I had some help. The only picture I have of her was from when she was 12, and that probably won't help a whole lot." She sighed.
She then remembered that Luke had asked her about Lexi "Lexi? She runs the Girls Lodging House...she has help from a guy named Dodger. I've never met him entirely yet. But he runs the boys side of the Bronx." She told him.
Jewel's smile returned "I'm sure you'll find your way around, sweetheart. It's not that hard, trust me." She said. She then touched his shoulder "But, I'm always happy to be of service." She said.
When Luke complimented her saying she had a pretty face, Jewel could feel her whole face turn red. "Well, you sure did bring a smile to this face. Now..is there anything I can do to bring even more smiles to that handsome face of yours, sweetie?" She asked in a whisper.
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Post by Luke Gallagher on Feb 13, 2011 14:33:17 GMT -5
Jackpot. Luke listened with interest as she gave him a list of names, he wasn't as interested in actual names, that information could be found with a little digging and most of the urchins ran around using their street names anyway. Seems Conlon had himself a regular harem and from what Luke was gathering, they were a feisty, hardy lot - something that would only please Killian to be sure, nothing the man likes more than knocking people down a few pegs...or six feet under. "I'll keep an eye out," He promised, raising his hand as though swearing a solemn oath and sent her a rewarding smile.
The smile only grew wider as she mentioned Dodger, so the girl in the Bronx had help, he'd have to compare notes with some of the others and see if they'd come across anything similar. Could prove useful down the road if and when things started to get dicey - which they nearly always did when it came to the Five Points. They lived for dicey and as Lia might say they were all half mad for it.
He arched his eyebrow at her offer to be of service and had to almost stifle laughter as she nearly simpered up to him, asking if there was anything she could do to bring a smile to his face. She was merely a child at best, barely of interest to Luke in that way and now that he had the information he needed her usefulness to him had been outlived. Smiling he stepped away from her, out of her reach and considered her for a moment, the truth was she was relatively harmless and he could always deal with her later if she came sniffing around - asking for a death wish if she was. He hoped that bruise on her face had knocked some sense into her about looking for trouble, but if it didn't it was of no concern to him.
"I really should be getting back," He said, shoving a hand in his pocket and looking down at her some of the kindness gone from his eyes. "My brother will be looking for me." He took a few steps away from her and then turned to look at her once again, "Thanks for the conversation, kid." Then without another word he turned on his heel and grinned to himself as he headed towards Queens - thank you indeed.
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Post by Pixie Davenport on Mar 13, 2011 22:17:01 GMT -5
((New Day-Reserved for Achilles))
Pixie stood against the railing of the bridge. Today had been what she considered a boring day. From the moment she woke up. The activity and noise that usually permeates the bunk room in the mornings was very tame, then she had been late getting to the distribution center so as soon as she arrived she had to buy her papes and hurry to her selling corner before some scab stole it, and the headlines were lacking in appeal and interest--so getting all one hundred papers sold was difficult. Right now, she really needed something to liven up her day.
Pixie leaned back against the railing and watched the people passing by. She wasn't really watching the people pass by; it was more like waiting for the right target. The right target for her personal brand of pranks. She didn't get the name Pixie just because she was short, after all...
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Post by chills on Mar 14, 2011 1:53:01 GMT -5
Achilles was wondering around the Bronx selling papers before finishing up and deciding to go bum on the bridge, don't ask him why, he just wanted to. Whatever he wanted to do, he did. He leaned on the railing, looking down before blinking and looking at the other newsie. She didn't look like she was from the Bronx, or at least he had never seen her before. Raising an eyebrow at her while lighting a cigarette, he wondered who she was. He couldn't help it, he was naturally curious. His curiosity usually got the best of him. "Who are you?" he finally asked, pocketing the lighter before looking at her.
Taking a drag from the cig, he leaned against the railing again and looked down at the scenery below him. It gave him something to do when he was bored, which was practically all the time. Boy stayed terminally bored and always needed a fix, a cure for it.
He looked at her. "Name's Achilles. You bored?" He couldn't help but botice and recognize that bored look. If anyone knew that look, it would be him. Or so he thought.
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Post by Pixie Davenport on Mar 17, 2011 10:44:24 GMT -5
Pixie was so focused on the people walking back and forth that she didn't notice the anyone standing beside her until he started talking to her. Not expecting the voice, it startled her. She looked up at the boy who seemed to tower over her small stature, and took in his appearance.
The wind blew his shaggy blond hair into his face every now and then and his grey-blue eyes seemed to hold the same look of boredom that her own baby blues did. His clothes were those of someone who worked the streets just like herself so she figured that he must be a Newsie. Maybe a Bronx newsie since she didn't recall seeing him in Manhattan before and they were currently standing on the bridge that led to the Bronx. And, he looked to be a few years older then her. But then again most people appeared to look older then her since she looked to be twelve instead of the sixteen years she really was. Looking him up and down one more time, she concluded that he was quite attractive in his own way.
Pixie smiled up at the boy. "Bonjour Achilles. I'm Pixie... From 'Hattan," she replied letting a bit of her french accent slip out. Then she turned back to the people crossing the bridge and chuckled, "Am I that easy to read?" Before Achilles could answer she added, "I guess you could say, it's been one of those day..." Taking her eyes from the crowd before her again, she turned back to face Achilles, leaning her side against the railing. "Are you from the Bronx?"
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