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Post by Administrator on Apr 13, 2010 16:15:29 GMT -5
A room lined with hammocks, not bunks, this is where The Bronx newsies sleep.
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Post by wolf on Oct 27, 2010 10:15:09 GMT -5
((New Day))
As wolf was climbing in through the window of the now abandond sleeping areas he noticed the lack of... anything really. Not even bunks, just hammocks.
"I like it..." He muttered to himself as he continued exploring the small space.
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Post by dewey on Oct 31, 2010 2:22:48 GMT -5
Dewey's day had not, by any means gotten off to a good start. Well, now he realized that it hadn't, anyhow, if you had asked him ten minutes earlier, he would have said that it was going pretty good. He'd even headed out a little earlier than he usually did and gotten practically the entire way to the distribution center before most of the bums back there had even left. But, just before he got there, he'd realized in horror that he'd left his money tucked away under a loose floorboard near his hammock where he left it every night and he'd had to run all the way back, passing other newsies as he went. At this rate, he'd be lucky if there were even any paper (or customers, for that matter) left by the time he finally got his papes, he thought as he made his frantic way up the stairs and into the bunk room, scowling all the way at nobody in particular. However, when he entered the room, to his great surprise, he found that he did, indeed have someone specific to scowl at. Namely, a boy who he was sure that he'd never seen around before in any of the boroughs, let alone the Bronx, and who he came in just in time to hear comment presumably about the pointedly bunkless bunk room. "yeah, we do too." Dewey bit back, his voice laden with distrust. He simply didn't have the patience for this kind of crap today. He had to get his money and get down to the distribution office on the double and he sure as hell couldn't do that with some weird foreign guy hanging around.
"Name's Dewey." he introduced himself, in a tone that seemed much more threatening than friendly (if threatening was even a word that one could use for a skinny, pointedly unremarkable-looking thirteen year old kid) "I ain't seen you around here before and honestly, I ain't too eager to see ya around again if there ain't nothin' ya can do about that stupid French accent ya got there." He glared at the boy even more intensely than he had before and took a few steps toward his own hammock and the floorboard below it which housed all of his important possessions. "Oh, yeah," he added suddenly, willing his eyes not go look down to see if the floorboard was at all ajar, "and, by the way, if ya ain't tryin' ta steal nothin', I don't know how the hell ya get inta places in France, but here in America, we use the door, not the second story window, and if ya are, you're even dumber than ya sound." he continued with the ironic conviction of someone trying to cover his tracks "Ain't none of us got nothin' worth stealin' that we don't keep on us that someone else ain't already stole."
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Post by Emma Jackson on Feb 1, 2011 1:51:01 GMT -5
(( New Night))
Emma was muttering when she walked blurry eyed into the lodging house, up the stairs and passing Dodger's room. Really she knew that it wasn't proper for her to be in the guys lodging house but she didn't really care. All propriety had been lost on her form an early age and having nephews that were her age who liked to run around in the nude had made her rather immune, plus she walked into the washroom sometimes in the morning without even a consideration.
Moving over to Reid's bunk with a yawn she shoved him out of bed, knowing he wouldn't wake up and curling up int the warm spot he left with her blanket and his curled around her. It wasn't really the nicest thing to do but it was common for her and River was to big to move and waved her off most of the time unless she was sick and puny and needed to be coddled. Which wasn't that often these days.
On a sigh in the room, she thought about the snoring that would have been going on in her ear by now, and missed it a little bit though she could hear Lefty snoring off in the distance and a few of the others. Was this weird? Realizing she didn't actually care she drifted off to sleep after her shoes hit the floor, falling from her feet.
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Post by Reid Halliway on Feb 1, 2011 1:58:00 GMT -5
Reid did indeed not feel a thing even though he hit the floor with a thud. He slept like the dead and usually it took quite a bit to wake him. Though about half an hour later when his toes began to freeze his eyes slowly opened as he was coming awake. What the hell? Where was his blanket? Why was his bed so cold and hard? As awareness finally started to hit him, he groaned and stretched on the dirty floor. His back cracked rather loudly and he mumbled under his breath about crazy girls pushing him out of his bed. Standing he groaned when he realized that Emma had spread herself out over every available inch of his bed.
The girl was like another sister to him and so he was used to her climbing into his bed when he least expected it. Gently he pushed her limbs over to one half of the bunk and laid down on his side on the other. He pulled his blanket back over to cover them both and then smirked evilly as a thought hit him. Slowly he inched his freezing feet over to her nice toasty ones and trapped them between his feet. A small grin crossed his face as he waited to see her reaction. He wanted to sleep, but she'd not only woken him but tried to steal his bed so it was only fair to return the favor somewhat.
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Post by Emma Jackson on Feb 1, 2011 2:03:29 GMT -5
She was having a nice dream, the kind of dream where she was hanging that twit from the lodging house out a window and waiting for her to hit the street and get ran over by a herd of horses. Though to be fair Emma had never seen a herd of horses, but she would have loved to have seen that.. or a motorcar, driving over her head and reversing. That would have made her happy, but no she was yanked out of the lovely dream by COLD.
Eyes flying open she looked over towards the offender, finding Reid looking smug as the day is long. She wanted to strangle him so she did the next best thing, she reached over and pinched his cheeks and pulled, sticking her tongue out at him before she let him go and whined. "Your feet are cold, mooooove eeem. I almost beat up a girl in the lodging house for being a lying twit.." And that was the truth, her voice was quiet so she didn't wake up any of the other boys but she gave Reid a pout. Unsure if it would work, it worked sometimes, but not all the time and she stuck out her lip and tried a whimper. "Stupid cow was playing make new friends time, goin' on about having a thing for Spot and he caught her with some bloke but I can't see it. Girl's a twit.." About half way through her explanation she'd stopped pouting because she was starting to warm up his feet anyway. though they were still like to blocks of ice against her leg.
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Post by Reid Halliway on Feb 1, 2011 2:12:56 GMT -5
When she finally woke, he couldn't help the feeling of smug satisfaction that flitted through him. Obviously it showed on his face since she reached out pinched his cheek pulling the skin out. He frowned, but quickly chuckled when she stuck her tongue out. He removed his feet when she asked and threw one arm over the pillow above her head and rested the other behind his own head. He shook his head when she said she'd nearly beat up one of the lodgers. He mockingly wagged his finger in his face and spoke quietly, "Gotta control that temper, Emma."
But everything was said in a joking manner. Emma was like another sister and although he didn't want to be involved in their fights he would always end up agreeing with them. Even if it was just to get them to stop ranting. He laughed quietly again when she explained why she'd acted the way she had. "Maybe she just prefers the lies to what her life is really like." He shrugged, although he couldn't understand someone talking about their life in the middle of the night loud enough to wake up others, he knew what it felt like to need to avoid your pain and cover it up with something else. "I'm glad you stayed outta trouble though."
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Post by Emma Jackson on Feb 1, 2011 2:22:40 GMT -5
She pouted at him, she didn't want to control her temper. "I wouldn't have said anything but she woke me up. And she was saying all kinds of things about Spot, I may not be his biggest fan or anything but I don't think she's been around long enough to earn the right to run her mouth.. right?" her brow raised and she shifted her head and rolled over, yawning as she ducked it a but, curling up slightly closer because he was warm. That was family, for both of them. They both had families, both lost parents. She let her eyes closed as she heard him talk, shrugging her shoulders.
Stupid logic, don't crowd in on me now. But he had a point, sighing she made a muttering sound before speaking. "Don't care if she's birthed purple kittens, Reid. She should have been at least smart enough to wait until morning instead of giving some kinda sob story. Boo hoo, Spot don't love me.." Grumbling she pressed her head into his side and pouted, she was sleepy. No matter what people said about musicians it was tough work playing all day.
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Post by Reid Halliway on Feb 1, 2011 2:29:01 GMT -5
Reid chuckled at his logic but at least he knew better then to wake Emma. She was a lot like Lexi when it came to that and once woken would ream the hell out of you. He didn't really know Spot, but Perry had been obsessed with him so he didn't particularly like when people talked poorly of him. He wasn't like Emma though, he wouldn't say that, he'd just think it as he was walking away. "Agreed," If she would so easily talk about Conlon who could possibly hear about it and give her hell then what would she say about Lexi and Dodger?
He chuckled at her next sentence and rubbed the top of her head, his own eyes falling shut. "You're right...now go to sleep, Emma." He yawned loudly, wanting to go back to bed himself. He had a lot to do the next day other then just selling papers.
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Post by Emma Jackson on Feb 1, 2011 2:35:18 GMT -5
She muttered but let her breathing calm, forehead set against his side as she drifted off. Emma wanted to find that angry dream again but just managed to find something different. It didn't matter though the morning would come, she would sleep like the dead because Reid wouldn't wake her up until almost everyone was already gone. Which she was used to sleeping there, if he didn't wake her up River would at some point. But she didn't mind going and staying with the boys now and again.
Was easier than getting up early a lot of the time. And at least she wouldn't have to see that twit in the morning.
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