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Post by Administrator on Apr 13, 2010 15:50:37 GMT -5
In the middle of a bustling street is the noisy boxing ring. One of Jack Kelly's favorite places to sell.
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Post by shortstack on May 3, 2010 16:32:28 GMT -5
Shortstack immediately fell in love with the boxing ring as a selling spot: it served as entertainment while she worked. It was interesting to be the observer of a fight for a change. She chuckled as she watched a contender fall to the ground, and then began her call, "Papes! Getcha papes hea!"
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Post by soothsayer on Jan 9, 2011 14:11:48 GMT -5
NEW DAY Sooth walked along the edge of the crowd, sipping the beer in his hand as his gaze moved over the crowd. He wasn't looking for anyone in particular, he just wanted to see if he knew anyone. It had been a long day so far which is why he'd come to the boxing ring in the first place. Spying a crate he could climb on top of and rest on he made his way over and did just that. Soothsayer turned his attention back to the ring a small smirk gracing his lips, he knew it wouldn't be long now for the one boxer. If memory served the one who was winning was from Brooklyn, but he couldn't remember the guys name for the life of him. Taking a chug of his beer, he leaned back on the crate enjoying himself thoroughly. |
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Post by Smarty Jones on Jan 9, 2011 19:42:41 GMT -5
There had been a buzz going through Brooklyn for the past couple of days. Not a large buzz, by any means. Smarty Jones was under the impression that it barely blipped on the radar of most Brooklynites who had better things to do with their time, but Smarty, who often spent time under the radar herself, took notice. And so, she found herself standing ringside at the Manhattan boxing ring, watching a Brooklyn boy she knew only by sight and a stranger pummel each other stupid.
She did not cheer for anyone, nor was she metaphorically on the edge of her seat. She only maintained a kind of passive fascination at the spectacle: how the two men took hit after hit, staggering and grunting, stifling their pain in an attempt to get in another hit, pushed past the painful threshold of their bleeding lips and aching skulls by the hysteria of the crowd...
Looking at the two fighters as if they were dancers on a stage, she did not notice any one face in the crowd.
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Post by soothsayer on Jan 9, 2011 19:56:11 GMT -5
It didn't take Soothsayer long to realize that Smarty Jones was in the crowd and when he did he immediately hopped down from the crate he was sitting on. Quickly Sooth made his way through the crowd to stand at her side, his beer still in his hand. "Well, well, well if it isn't the ever elusive Smarty Jones..." He stated with a wide smile.
Half of his concentration was still focused on the crowd, but the other half was giddy at the prospect of spending time with the girl he coveted. He knew he had to be crazy to be head over heels for a girl who had told him time and again that she had no interest, but he just couldn't bring himself to care. He knew that eventually she would see things his way, he just had to be persistent. Persistence was something of a specialty to him. "What brings you all the way to Manhattan, beautiful?" His tone continued to come across as playful but he knew she'd either get angry or annoyed with him and he was looking forward to it.
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Post by Smarty Jones on Jan 9, 2011 21:55:14 GMT -5
"Well, well, well if it isn't the ever elusive Smarty Jones..."
She knew that voice. Smarty snapped her head to the side so quickly she felt a tinge of whiplash, only to lay eyes on one of the only people in all of New York City she could have gone the rest of her life without seeing again.
She swore loudly. "No. No. I'm not letting you--"
"What brings you all the way to Manhattan, beautiful?"
Smarty's train of thought stumbled over the adjective. It made her lose whatever edge she'd been trying to gain over the situation, and all she managed was spitting "Shut up," and trying to fight her way through the hysterical crowd. But at this point everyone was on their feet: the Brooklyn boy had floored his opponent, and the other man was struggling to pick himself up. Smarty tried pushing her way through the crowd, but all eyes were on the ring. She stopped trying to elbow her way through, looked disdainfully at the crowd, and turned a venomous look on Soothsayer.
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Post by soothsayer on Jan 9, 2011 22:55:31 GMT -5
Sooth raised an eyebrow at her response and had to muffle a chuckle so he wouldn't piss her off more then his mere presence was doing. He wasn't sure what it was about her when he was angry but he knew it made her even more appealing in his eyes. A smirk crossed Soothsayer's face when she turned to leave but was unable to move more than a few feet. "Leaving before you can congratulate your housemate? That's not very nice."
He moved closer, ignore the look that was sent his way and giving her his widest smile. "Why do you always insist on running away from me?" Sooth questioned when he was close enough to lean in to whisper it in her ear. "I swear I won't bite."
At least not unless she asked him too. He shifted after a moment to stare into her eyes before lifting the beer to his lips and finishing it. "Where're you going anyway?"
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Post by Smarty Jones on Jan 10, 2011 14:10:59 GMT -5
"Leaving before you can congratulate your housemate? That's not very nice."
Smarty muttered bitterly she'd let him know how proud she was of him later. The fight was over, but there was still a roar going through the crowd; arguments demanding wagered money and chagrined promises of later payment, thrilled recounts of key moments in the fight, last calls for beer before heading home. There was still little chance of her elbowing her way through at a speed that would enable her to lose the boy.
"Why do you always insist on running away from me? I swear I won't bite."
Smarty jumped away from his voice next to her ear. "It's not your bite I'm worried about," she spat. "Why are you even talking to me anyway? I haven't even seen you in--however long..." She hadn't particularly missed him, but he had crossed her mind--rather passively, but nonetheless--once or twice.
"Where're you going anyway?"
"Central Park," Smarty answered without thinking. "I'm going to Central Park. Just, leave me alone..."
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Post by soothsayer on Jan 10, 2011 15:06:47 GMT -5
He chuckled at her response, he couldn't help it. She seemed so fired up and knowing he was the cause brought a smug grin to his face. Even after all this time of not seeing her, he was still able to get under her skin with a few mere words.
"Ah, you missed me!" He said with a smirk when she mentioned that it had been awhile since they'd seen one another. "I knew you would, but I figured you needed some time with your friends."
He shrugged, although he wasn't being perfectly honest it was somewhat true. When he'd last seen Smarty she said she'd been on the outs with Brooklyn and he figured him showing up there wouldn't put her back in its good graces. "Why would you want me to leave you alone, beautiful?"
Soothsayer stayed beside her, half expecting her to hit him. "I know you miss my handsome face. If only you'd admit it," He stated with a cheeky grin.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Feb 4, 2011 17:02:27 GMT -5
*New Day ~ Open* Fighter walked around the boxing ring, cigarette in one hand and a beer in the other. It had been far too long since she'd spent time in Manhattan at the boxing ring. She'd definitely missed it, it was her home away from home it always had been. She deftly moved between the men and women gathered around the ring, looking for a good position to watch the fight. She'd already placed her bet and was just waiting for the action to get started. Part of her was still thinking about the fact that her relationship was not so secret anymore, but she trusted Hawk not to share it with everyone just with who he thought he had to. She didn't think Conlon needed to know about it right now, but when he did she would be the one to tell him. Regardless of his feelings for Dave, she hoped he wouldn't take it too badly. It wasn't effecting her judgment, if anything being with Davey was helping her. She hadn't been to visit Riley in awhile and that was always a good thing. Taking a deep drag of her cigarette, her eyes danced around the crowd as they waited for the fight to start. |
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Post by mush on Feb 13, 2011 1:29:56 GMT -5
Mush was out selling and he was running around. He was having a great time that day for some reason. He was carefree, in a great mood, and the weather wasn't all that bad. As he was running around he suddenly ran into someone. "Oops," he said as he looked up. The guy didn't have a shirt on and was quite sweaty. It was one of the fighters about to go into the ring. "Watch it punk!" he yelled.
"Sorry!" he said as he turned to run away. The fighter moved to chase after him, but his trainer held him back. Still Mush was a little spooked and he ran and hid behind a set of bleachers near Fighter. He was sure that he was going to die. He crouched down and hid under the bleachers kind of giggling but still kind of terrified.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Feb 13, 2011 1:36:30 GMT -5
Fighter noticed that the Manhattan kid was going to bump into the fighter split seconds before it happened. She couldn't help but snicker a bit at his predicament, but he got away and the fight was about to start so the boxer couldn't follow him. She pulled out a cigarette and lit it as he hid behind the bleachers where she was seated. Fighter leaned to the side to glance at him. "Think your safe, fight's starting he didn't follow you."
The beer she had bought sat on the bleachers next to her, so she took it and raised it in a silent cheers before drinking some. She thought she recognized him from around Manhattan but she didn't know many of the newsies here personally. Even with all the time she spent here at the boxing ring and with Davey she didn't really get a chance to meet the newsies. Sure, she knew Kelly and a couple others but he wasn't familiar. "What's your name?"
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Post by mush on Feb 13, 2011 1:53:10 GMT -5
Mush poked his head up when Fighter said he was safe. "Oh... good!" he smiled brightly up to her. He grabbed onto the step she was sitting on and wiggled his way, with quite a bit of effort up on to sitting next to her. He was fairly fascinated at what was going on around him. He didn't spend much time at the fights, and he was fairly interested in everything going on. It was neat.
"I'm Mush," he said with a bright smile to the girl. "Nice to meetcha." He looked at her and sort of recognized her. Only as a newsie, or only as someone who he'd seen walking around with Newsies, but other wise, she didn't ring any bells in his head. "And what's your name?" he asked back still with the same goofy smile on his face.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Feb 13, 2011 1:56:52 GMT -5
She smirked as he climbed up to sit beside her and moved over a bit to give him more room. A small chuckle escaped her lips at his name and she couldn't help but quirk an eyebrow. "Fighter," She said with a sly grin. Quickly, she finished her beer and set the empty cup aside before taking a drag of her cigarette. "Don't come here often, do you?"
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Post by mush on Feb 13, 2011 2:07:04 GMT -5
"Nope," he said shaking his head as he settled in next to her. "I mean, I've seen the place, heard of it, but don't usually come by," he nodded a little. "But some of my friends come here a lot of the time for sellin' and stuff," he said. "So I thought I would give it a try." He looked around. "You wanna pretzel?" he asked her, even through all the noise he found that if he only talked a little bit louder communicating wasn't an issue at all. Pretzels sounded good right now, so whether she wanted one or not, he was going to be getting one. He waved to a vendor trying to get their attention.
He liked the atmosphere it was so very lively and noisy and alive. He didn't like the fighting part, but he liked the people! All sorts of types of people and all sorts of classes. he found it brilliant.
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