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Post by Administrator on Aug 10, 2008 20:20:25 GMT -5
Watch New York go by as you grab a bite to eat!
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Post by mabel on Aug 22, 2008 18:09:18 GMT -5
Ushering Les into Tibby's, Mabel glanced about the bustling restaurant. It was mid-day and therefore very busy--finding a table was sure to be an issue. Keeping a hand on the young boys shoulder, she stood on tip toe to see past one of the waiters.
Spotting a table by the window, Mabel pushed gently on Les' shoulders to urge him towards it. "There!" Mabel exclaimed proudly, sitting herself down at the table. Brushing aside some crumbs that had been left by the table's previous occupants, Mabel rested her wrists against the edge of the table, smiling awkwardly at Les. She felt badly that the boy had been forced to spend an afternoon with Mabel--he seemed the adventuring type, something she was definitely not. Still, how long could it take David to talk to Jack?
In fact, the last time Mabel had sat at this table it had been with Jem, a boy just about Les' age.. She wondered whether the two boys knew one another.
Just then a waiter came up to take their orders. Mabel ordered a cup of soup and an iced tea before glancing at Les, "What'll it be, Les?"
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Post by les on Aug 23, 2008 9:10:52 GMT -5
"There!"
As she kept pushing Les into Tibby's, he was trying to get in as fast as he could, but he really wanted to see Jack as well. He sat down at the window table with Mabel and smiled back at her.
"What'll it be, Les?"
"I'll get a hot dog and watah please." After ordering his food, Les glanced out the window and thought of some places Jack was that he couldn't go to. "Mabel? I know Davey wouldn't tell me wheah Jack would be...but could ya? 'Cause Davey might've just not wanted me ta go."
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Post by mabel on Aug 24, 2008 13:43:49 GMT -5
"Mabel? I know Davey wouldn't tell me wheah Jack would be...but could ya? 'Cause Davey might've just not wanted me ta go."
Mabel cursed internally. She had to hand it to him, the boy was quite the inquistive thing and if there was something he wanted to know, he would what he could to find out. Perhaps he should look into being a reporter--he's well suited to, even if he was only somewhere near ten years-old.
"Oh, I don't think your brother would purposefully leave you behind..." Mabel said assuredly, "Jack's probably..." She trailed off, fingers idly trailing across the worn wood of the table. She had no idea where Manhattan's leader was, nor did she know how to reason why David opted to leave Les behind.
"It was probably Leader business." Mabel finally said with a nod, "I bet you know newsie politics better than I do, Les. David was probably going to get him so he could rendezvous with the leaders from the other boroughs..."
She smiled softly, "Don't worry. I'm sure you'll get to see Jack soon. He's just out looking out for his newsies-" The waiter approached their table and put their respective meals down. Thanking him, Mabel took a tentative sip of her soup. Scalding her lips, she quickly put the spoon down and dabbed at her lips with a napkin.
She'd wait for it to cool.
"How's selling been for you?" She wanted to know how hard the other kids were being hit with the price hike, particularly the younger ones.
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Post by les on Aug 24, 2008 17:07:25 GMT -5
"It was probably Leader business. I bet you know newsie politics better than I do, Les. David was probably going to get him so he could rendezvous with the leaders from the other boroughs..."
Les made a confused face. "Rendezvous? What is that?" He asked, but he had already heard from David that Prince and Spot wanted to strike, so he commented, "I only think dat Jack doesn't wanna strike. Davey told me dat Spot and Prince wanna, but I have no clue 'bout Dodger..." Sighing, he took a bite of his hot dog and a sip of water to wash it down.
"How's selling been for you?"
Sighing, he said, "Well, since my Pop's arm is bettah, we got sent back ta school wit' da otha kids." Remembering selling, he took another sip of water, " I haven't sold in a while, but if I get the time I do, and when that happens, it isn't so often. And with the rise of the papers, it isn't good, and I don't like it."
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Post by pupdawkinsseitz on Aug 24, 2008 19:30:25 GMT -5
Pup wandered into the resturant, he had been so bored and lonely that he had walked all the way from his alley in Brooklyn to Manhattan. He had stopped outside of Tibby's smelling the tauntful yet delightful aroma of food. He went up to the counter.
He hadn't eaten in two days, too bad he didn't have any money. He looked up at the large man who appeared to be the owner. The seven year old shook with fright but he just had to get food.
"Please sir, I'm so hungry, do ya have any scraps I can eat?" Pup asked still shaking. Tibby looked down at him. Usually he was a quite pleasant man, except he had had it with the amount of newsies always crowding into his restuarant being boistrous and scaring away his customers.
"No I don't waste any food on street rats like you. I only feed paying customers. Now shoo!" Pup was walking away slowly, his head down, and his soulders slumped.
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Post by les on Aug 24, 2008 19:54:34 GMT -5
"No I don't waste any food on street rats like you. I only feed paying customers. Now shoo!"
As soon as Les heard this remark, he turned to Tibby, looked at Mabel and said, "Hold on a sec," Getting up, he walked over to the boy before he could leave Tibby's and said "Hey, Are ya alright? " He put his arm around the boy's shoulders. "Come ovah ta wheah I'm sittin'. I'll buy ya somethin'."
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Post by pupdawkinsseitz on Aug 24, 2008 20:13:19 GMT -5
Pup looked up at him shocked that the boy would do that for him, still shaking a little, he let himself be led over to the table where an older pretty girl sat.
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Post by les on Aug 24, 2008 20:18:55 GMT -5
As a waiter started to walk by the table, Les yelled, "Hey! We got anotha ordah ovah heah!"
Turning to the boy he said, "Do ya want roastbeef, soup, or a hotdog with watah?"
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Post by pupdawkinsseitz on Aug 24, 2008 20:24:00 GMT -5
Pup thought any of those things sounded good to him. At the moment he was too hungry to care. He just looked up at the boy and pointed to the soup.
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Post by les on Aug 24, 2008 20:28:30 GMT -5
When the boy pointed to the soup, Les laughed. "He'll have the soup and a watah, please." He commented to the waiter. He looked up at Mabel and smiled as if saying, 'Da kid looked hungry, I can't just leave him.'
He turned to the boy, finally noticing he had dark eyes and dark hair. " So, I'm Les, and dis heah is Mabel, what's yoah name? Oh, and I'm ten yeahs old," A little softer he said, "I don't know how old Mabel is, but my brudda Davey told me it was rude to ask." He smiled at Mabel, then turned back to the boy waiting for acknowledgement.
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Post by pupdawkinsseitz on Aug 24, 2008 20:38:17 GMT -5
The boy just stared back at him, his big blue weary eyes just looked at Les, an empty look to them.
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Post by les on Aug 24, 2008 20:40:54 GMT -5
As the boy stared at him, he looked at Mabel, suddenly understanding something. He was embarresed and didn't really want to talk. Glancing at Mabel, he said, "I'm gunna go talk to him ovah der, I'll be in da resteraunt, just not at the table."
He took the boy's hand in his and sat down with him against the wall of the resteraunt. "So, do ya speak english? Or are ya just embarresed? 'Cause ya know, ya look like a good kid, I ain't gunna hoit ya or nothin' if dat's what yoah thinkin'."
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Post by pupdawkinsseitz on Aug 24, 2008 20:43:50 GMT -5
The boy looked back at him for a moment, then looked down at the floor. Les stared back. Then Les got a little frustrated. The kid wasn't answering him. It was as if the kid was completely out of it. Just when he was about to say something, a small voice said.
"I speak english, I'm not embarrased."
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Post by les on Aug 24, 2008 20:45:28 GMT -5
"I speak english, I'm not embarrased."
His eyes widened at the tiny voice that this boy had. "Sorry for raisin' my voice, ya just didn't answer me. What's ya name? How old are ya?"
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