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Post by mabel on Jun 22, 2008 22:51:28 GMT -5
Mabel frowned slightly, "What happened a couple weeks ag- oh!" Narrowly avoiding several large shards of glass, she promptly lost her train of thought.
"This would be the worst sort of place to make enemies, wouldn't it?" Glancing warily at the stick Bumlet's seemed so adamant in carrying around with him, Mabel continued, "You haven't made any enemies here, have you?"
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Post by Bumlets Russo on Jun 26, 2008 14:31:25 GMT -5
He looked at his stick and then back at her, a soft smile crossing his face. "No, Mabel. I haven't made any enemies here, I grew up here. I've got more friends then enemies in these parts. Just keep walking a bit quicker." His hand moved to the small of her back as a protection thing. He wouldn't want anything to happen to her, he was-- fond of her in a way he rarely was any female outside of Sweets.
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Post by mabel on Jun 26, 2008 23:13:15 GMT -5
Mabel breathed a sigh of relief; Bumlets seemed more than able to navigate the place and Mabel no longer felt quite so anxious. In fact, he'd done wonders to soothe her nerves.
Learning that Bumlets had grown up here, however, was rather shocking to her. Her own childhood was nothing if not indulgent. The most she had to worry about was a pair of dreadful freckled cousin who would visit during the holidays and delighted in pulling at her hair... and that didn't really compare to living in an area like this... no matter how irritating said cousins were.
Mabel made a mental note to not compare childhood stories with Bumlets at the risk of feeling as spoiled as she was.
Taking note of their new surroundings, Mabel realized they were no longer in such a seedy area. "Oh," she remarked, pursing her lips.
Turning to Bumlets, she grinned broadly, "Oh, well done! And, um," she tucked a wayward strand of hair behind her ear, "thanks... I'm not quite so much trouble as I seem. Really," she trailed of sheepishly, shrugging her shoulders.
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Post by Gwennie on Oct 11, 2008 3:04:26 GMT -5
(New Day)
Gwennie skipped along Eighth avenue, looking around in fascination as she went. She had never been to this part of Manhattan before and it was all so new and intriguing to her. On occasion she would see a newsie that she knew casually from her visits to the Manhattan lodging house and she waved at them pleasantly as she passed. She had sold all of her papers early this morning to the owner of a pet store whose ceiling had leaked all over the old newspapers that he used to line the bird cages and he had bought every last paper to replenish his stock. After that she had decided to go exploring and had simply meandered around all day until she reached an area of the city that she did not recognize. "Man dis place is great ain't it Marvin?" she asked aloud, the question directed toward the imaginary dog who was her constant companion. Turning a corner, she accidentally ran head on into a man who was standing at the crux of the two roads, surveying the people who walked by. "Sorry Mistah" she exclaimed jubilantly, noticing upon closer inspection that the man was a police officer. The other newsies usually didn't like policeman but her mama had always taught her to be polite to them and go tho them for help if she was ever in trouble so, despite the warnings of all of her friends, she trusted them and always tried to be friendly to them just like her mama told her to. She curtsied at the officer, looking up at him with a cheerful smile. "Hi, I'm Gwennie." she greeted, a broad smile still plastered across her face "Whatcha doin' on da cornah like dat?"
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Post by Chief Marlon Delancey on Oct 11, 2008 3:14:28 GMT -5
Marlon looked down at the little girl and then around to see if he could see any parents, "Where are you parents? I should return you to them--" She seemed far to pleasant to be one of the street children. But then again it was why he always asked.
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Post by Gwennie on Oct 11, 2008 7:20:58 GMT -5
Giggling in entertainment at the knowledge that she knew something that a grown up didn't, and a policeman no less, she simply shook her head "No ya shouldn't' " she state, both amused and emboldened by her realization. "Den ya'd hafta arrest yaself" she added, giggling even harder at the thought of someone putting themselves under arrest. Normally, she wouldn't joke like this with an authority figure, but he seemed nice enough so she wasn't afraid that he would get mad like she might be with someone who seemed more rushed or resentful. Besides, he couldn't be mean. Mama was never, ever, well, at least from what she remembered of Mama she wasn't and she was confident that her memory was pretty accurate.
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Post by Chief Marlon Delancey on Oct 11, 2008 13:46:10 GMT -5
He looked at her like she was some kind of flea on a dog that had started singing operetta, flabbergasted that some little trite would speak to him in such a manner. Well, his Sally had a mouth on her, but that was his child. This little street urchin, was not.
Thinking that she was int he way so to speak Marlon held out his hand, "Why don't you come with me for a little while little one.." He would take the child to Snyder--
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Post by Gwennie on Oct 11, 2008 15:21:01 GMT -5
Gwennie thought for a moment, vaguely remembering being told something by one of the other newsies about not going with policemen but she quickly brushed it off and nodded her agreement "okay!" she chirped, grabbing hold of the nice officer's hand. After all, this was a part of town that she didn't know and she did need someone to help her find her way back to Brooklyn. "Where're we goin'?" she asked, looking up at him for instruction.
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Post by Chief Marlon Delancey on Oct 11, 2008 15:55:43 GMT -5
"We're going where you belong--" Luckily the refuge was not far. The girl was far to trusting and her innocence would have been considered charming of even sweet if he had liked anything at all about the children that did not share his blood and half the time he didn't even like his own brats.
Though he did promise Sally a present before he got home.
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Post by Gwennie on Oct 11, 2008 16:41:55 GMT -5
"Okay" she replied again, skipping along beside him as he began to walk. 'He must be really smart' she marveled to herself, 'he already knows where I'm from and I ain't even told 'im yet' She supposed that it made sense, though. After all, why would her mama have trusted policemen so much if they weren't really really smart.
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Post by Chief Marlon Delancey on Oct 11, 2008 20:16:57 GMT -5
He marched her right down the street to where he had a waiting carriage, the coachman looked down at him and Marlon gave him the smile.
"Devan-- take this sweet little thing where she belongs.." The Refuge. He helped Gwennie up into the cart, having no intention of accompanying her himself after all. His smile could have been friendly if it weren't so cold, any adult could have seen that but sadly Gwennie was only a child. She didn't know where she was headed.
The policeman driving the coach nodded and gave the girl a forced smile before he they were off. Leaving Marlon on the corner to wave at them as the went.
((sorry the muse likes to get things taken care of fast))
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Post by Gwennie on Oct 25, 2008 8:43:05 GMT -5
Gwennie waved at the nice policeman as the coach pulled away from the sidewalk. She looked around in astonishment. She had never ridden in a coach before and it was just amazing to her. "I live in Brooklyn" she told the driver happily "Do ya know how ta get dere?" she asked eager to get back to the lodging house and tell everybody all about her coach ride. After waiting for an answer for a few minutes she decided to try another question. "So, do ya like bein' a cab drivah?" again, nothing "Well, I t'ink it must be real neat gettin' ta ride aroun' all da time an' have horsies of your very own, huh?" when he neglected to answer again, Gwennie concluded that he must be mute. After all, he hadn't said anything to the policeman either. Satisfied with her own reasoning, she gave the man a sympathetic smile and stared out the window as buildings and people went by at what seemed to her to be light speed.
((Sorry it took me so insanely long to reply. I can't really do much on the internet during the school week and last weekend I had to take care of a "baby think it over" for child development class. It's designed to act like a newborn baby and it records the quality of care that you give to it so I didn't have much free time then either.))
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Post by Warden Snyder on Jan 5, 2009 6:56:23 GMT -5
((New Day))
Snyder was poking around Manhattan. he still had a deal with cops after all. he needed kids for the refuge, and money that needed to be made. and he was gonna make it, one way or another. He was determined, and out for young newsie blood, be it Jack Kelly himself, or some other little kid. He'd take anything at this point. Another face... another dollar!
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Post by dutchy on Jan 13, 2009 13:47:21 GMT -5
Dutchy was coming out of a bookshop, a whole two weeks worth of saving to buy a dime novel and a bag of lemon drops from the candy shop down the street. Chocolate was more expensive and didn't last half as long.
This dime novel seemed fun. Roy O'Bannon and the Great Train Robbery. Roy was a rugged ex-outlaw who now fought for the good guys with his Chinese Friend Chon Wang. Dutchy would let Jack borrow it. After he had read it himself, of course.
Already reading the book, he accidentally bumped into a well dressed man, who scolded him, but only for a moment after seeing Dutchy actually stopping to apologize and dropping his own purchases to help the man pick up his own bag.
But if he had seen Synder, he would have touched a thing...
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Post by bunky on Jan 14, 2009 0:40:19 GMT -5
Piper was strolling down the Avenue street and had some food in her hands. She got the rest of her spare rent money totally filled up and got some food to make her nice and full. Getting baked goods and went down to get something to drink when she spotted a newsie, Dutchy.
She walked over to him and smiled, tapping him on the shoulder.
"Heya Dutchy." Piper greeted and was smiling at him, hoping he would smile back.
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