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Post by ambereen on Aug 12, 2008 17:06:01 GMT -5
"We's need Davey, that's what we need." Blink smirked. "He'll get us a good idea." He laughed. "Because only thing after dis is dock workin' for me, Bum...I aint cut out for that. I's don't want dis to be the last hurrah. I want dis to be the start of somethin."
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Post by Bumlets Russo on Aug 12, 2008 21:21:25 GMT -5
Bumlets lifted a brow and looked over at him gauging his old friend's expression. "I've thought about Dock Work meself, Kid. Lifting boxes and the like until we break our backs and die in a heap.." He snorted, without Skittery and his constant downward look on life Bumlets hadn't taken up the call but he saw himself a realist. "I don't know, if my folks were still alive I'm sure they'd want something better than that for me..."
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Post by ambereen on Aug 12, 2008 22:21:30 GMT -5
Blink laughed, kicking Bumlets under the table. "Oi..oi...stop the long face, mate. I can't be the jester for us all..." He smirked. "I heared the Govenours daughter's been running about New York lately..." He winked. "I've been thinking of finding her and wooing her..."
Leave it to Blink to change topics so quickly. But if it was to women, it couldn't be much of a surprise.
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Post by Bumlets Russo on Aug 12, 2008 23:12:48 GMT -5
Bumlets laughed, it was good naturedly. One of the things he'd always loved about Blink was his ability to change any subject back to women and wooing. "Maybe you should, you always wanted a night with the mayor's daughter--- the governor's daughter is a step up.."
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Post by ambereen on Aug 13, 2008 19:50:50 GMT -5
Blink smirked, whistling low. "Yeah..but I betcha she's all hoity toity..." He ran a hand through his hair. "Whys you not worryin' about goils..I knows you thinkin dat women are all chickens--but they are pretty chickens.."
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Post by magenta on Aug 29, 2008 0:29:30 GMT -5
*New Day*
Magenta had just been talking to Rainier, a boy who was also in Queens at the Distribution Center. She already sold most of her papers, but it didn't do much in the money apartment. She still had enough money to give to Melody, her little brother, for Lodging and food, but it wasn't a lot at all.
Counting her money, she thought she only had 50 cents, but she almost had a dollar, and she was ecstatic! Her stomach grumbled, and she blushed a deep shade of red, wondering if anyone heard it. Glancing around, she finally found a cafe and walked inside. Strolling slowly over to a table with only two chairs, she ordered a water and some soup. She wasn't much for soup, but, wanting to save money, she thought it would be the best. Taking a sip of her water, she heard the bell over the door ring when someone walked in...
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Post by sammie on Oct 10, 2008 17:06:39 GMT -5
Sammie sat quietly by the window, sipping at her tea and completely lost in thought. She was very aware of the struggle facing the children that sold newspapers in the city, and often found herself mulling over ideas of how she could possibly help. She considered herself a feminist and a social reformer, and often volunteered for relief agencies doing case work. The situation the children were put in was despicable, and she truly longed to see them triumph.
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Post by pupdawkinsseitz on Oct 10, 2008 23:15:31 GMT -5
Pup came through the door, his stomach was grumbling and David had given him ten cents to spend. He looked around seeing a lady in a white uniform who looked like a nurse. He debated where to sit and came over. Pup went over to the nurse and noticed she seemed deep in thought so he tugged on her sleeve and said,
"Miss, can I sit wit you? I don't want ta sit all alone." He smiled shyly and wiped his nose on his sleeve.
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Post by sammie on Oct 11, 2008 0:04:39 GMT -5
((Sorry I meant to say New Day, but if she wants to join in that's fine!))
Sammie started slightly at the sudden contact, but her expression quickly softened when she saw its source. "Of course you can sit with me dear." She took a sip of her tea, grinning across the table at him. "Would you like something to eat?" Clearly the kid wasn't being looked after, whether he had parents or not. No child that young should be roaming the city alone.
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Post by pupdawkinsseitz on Oct 11, 2008 10:22:28 GMT -5
"I got ten cents. I can get a little cup of soup." He replied smiling back at her she looked very nice.
"Are you....a doctor?" He asked a serious look on his dirty little face.
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Post by sammie on Oct 11, 2008 11:02:10 GMT -5
"I got ten cents. I can get a little cup of soup."
She smiled at him and slid a dime across the table. "And perhaps a sandwich?" she asked, giving him a little wink as she took a sip of tea.
"Are you....a doctor?"
She continued to grin, but to an adult it would be clear his question had struck a nerve. "No, I'm only a nurse." She resisted the urge to enter into a tirade of the discrimination and injustices in society that made it nearly impossible to become a doctor herself, and instead smiled and raised her eyebrows in question. "And what about you dear?" His black hands gave him away as a newsie, but she figured she'd let him tell her.
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Post by pupdawkinsseitz on Oct 11, 2008 11:16:42 GMT -5
"And perhaps a sandwhich?" He looked up at her in surprise but took the dime and smiled saying a soft thank you.
"I'm a newsie. I sell papes heah in Hattan'." He said smiling again. He looked up at her with his big blue eyes and grinned a toothy little grin.
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Post by sammie on Oct 11, 2008 15:38:58 GMT -5
She nodded at his response, familiar with a few Manhattan newsies. "Selling newspapers? That must be a lot of work." She said it in a sincere tone because she was perfectly serious. No child should have to work in her opinion, and from what she saw many of them worked harder than adults. The whole industry of child labor made her ill, but she was at least glad this boy was able to sell papers instead of working in a factory. He probably lived at the Duane Street lodging house, which was one of the better places for orphans in the city.
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Post by pupdawkinsseitz on Oct 11, 2008 17:33:55 GMT -5
"Yeah, I guess. I ain't so good at it yet. Les and Dave are helping me." He replied softly fingering the dime she had given him.
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Post by dream on Oct 15, 2008 16:27:52 GMT -5
*New Day*
Today wasn't a very great for Connie. She couldn't sleep the night before in the alley, and her dress was ripped, her clothes as well as hair and face were dirty. The only thing she has with her is her song writing book, and it was so precious to her. She didn't have any money, but she needed a soft seat to sit in so she could finish her song that she was writing. Licking her lips when a waitress came up to her and asked her for some food or a drink, she shook her head and politely said in her British accent. "No thank you, Miss." And she went back to her writing. Humming a few chords, then saying them softly so she didn't bother anyone else in the Cafe, she smiled softly. It was hard for a young girl of the age of six to learn such a hard song, but she was getting it pretty quickly and it was making her terribly happy.
Gazing across the Cafe, she saw all different kinds of people, especially the ones who were giving her dirty looks and smirking worthlessly at her. This made tears come to her eyes as the young children did it, but what made her actually start to shudder and make a few tears fall were the parents there. A few she heard whisper, 'Look at that ridiculous and ugly girl over there, she is worthless, no wonder she has no class.' Her small, fragile body was shaking, but she was silent as she sobbed. Closing her book, on the front it was brown leather, and she had put a picture of her parents on the front of it, which made her shake her head violently and rest it on the table.
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