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Post by tumble on May 23, 2009 8:42:37 GMT -5
"If you'd like."
Tumbler took that as an "okay" and sat down, watching her with his head tipped to the side, his brown eyes curious. He knew she used to be Jack's girlfriend, during the strike, but she wasn't anymore. He wasn't going to ask her about that though, last thing he wanted was for anybody to get angry at him.
He hadn't seen Les in awhile, good kid, ate like a hog. Tumbler didn't always get along with Les, they got into plenty arguments over marbles or who was better: Jack or Skittery, but other than that, they got along okay.
"I'm Tumbler," He said giving her a big smile as he fingered his black stick, one just like Bumlets', only black. He carried that thing with him everywhere and it was his most treasured possession, well, besides his hat.
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Post by saint on Jun 3, 2009 15:49:58 GMT -5
((NEW DAY))
Mary was exhausted, and that was something new. No matter how hard a day she usually had, she didn't drag. Now as she rested against the cool window and sipped at the small tin cup of black coffee, she realized all she wanted was to be in a bed. For a moment she wondered how many footsteps it was to 72nd street and she rolled her eyes. Much too long.
She wondered if she'd be able to crash with the Hattens? Either way she needed to find a place to be before it got too dark. With all the ruckus going on she didn't want to get caught unawares. Saint patted the pocket knife next to her right leg, just to reassure herself. Then she stood, ready to head out, when she bumped, hard, into someone else.
"Ay!" she said, wiping coffee off her newly washed shirt "Watch whea ya goin!"
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Post by reeves on Jun 4, 2009 12:46:39 GMT -5
It was late afternoon and the sun would be setting soon. Reeves continued to glance out the window tiredly, before scowling at his older brother behind his back. Reeves had met up with Jessi after finishing his deliveries, thinking he and Jessi would walk back to the apartment for supper. That's where they were heading when Jessi spotted "a beauty" in Tibby's and just had to talk to her. Jessi was like that, he always had to say hi to the pretty girls, yet Jessi never stayed with a girl but a day. It wasn't Jessi's fault really, he wasn't rude and cared about each separately, but most didn't care for a second date. Jessie was sweet talking to the girl, Reeves wasn't sure if she was buying it or not. One thing he did know was if they didn't get home soon, Darry was going to come searching for them, Alice would be in hysterics, and when they were found or came home, they would have a lot to explain. Reeves hated explaining. "Jessi." "What? Reeves, hold on!" Jessi repeated for what had to be the twentieth time. "Jessi!" "Just one more minute," Jessi protested. "Jes.si." No repsonse, Jessi was now kissing the dame. Reeves sighed and hit his head on the table before deciding a different approach, he picked up a straw, blowing it out of its wrapper so it would hit Jessi, he repeated this action until his brother finally wheeled around and saw the setting sun. "Oh! Well why didn't ya tell me?" Jessi asked accusingly. Reeves just groaned and said, "Let's get outta here, Alice is going to throw a fit." They were heading to the door, both brothers in a bit of a hurry, and Reeves bumped hard into somebody else. "Ay! Watch whea ya goin!"It was Jessi's turn to groan as Reeves tried to apologize, "Er sorry, miss. I um, uh, here," He pulled out Jessi's red and white handkerchief, handing it to her so she could use it to wipe up more of the coffee. and then Reeves continued his apologizing, he was used to being polite from his job, and this girl looked angry, and he knew how scarce for kids clothes were, Reeves only had two sets of clothing himself. (OKAY! long post, just wanted to say, I researched and straws were invented in 1888 by Marvin Stone ;D I didn't want to be inaccurate. and Reeves' second oldest brother's name used to be Danny. I am changing it to Jessi because I forgot about Danny Hughs when I created him, I don't want to steal the name and it will be less confusing this way.  ) |
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Post by saint on Jun 4, 2009 15:43:35 GMT -5
"Er sorry, miss. I um, uh, here,"
For a moment Mary was angry. She rolled her eyes and stepped back, eying her shirt with disdain. She hated doing laundry. But then, as she looked into the face of the kid who'd accidentally bumped her she smiled and let out a deep breath. He hadn't meant it, and as a not so gracioud girl herself she knew the perils of accidents. Plus he was offering her a kerchief. Saitn gave a gracious nod and took it, thankful that the coffee was luke warm now, not the scalding tempurature it had been.
"Naw, don't catch a cold ova it." she said with a chuckle "Ya woidn't believe how many spare shoits I gaht lyin around."
Saint pushed a strand of hair back and mopped off the last of the brown stain, pushing her left suspender back up to it proper place.
"And thanks fa dat. I'd give it back, but I ain't so soire ya want a soaken wet rag in ya pocket."
She paused, looking at the two boys questioningly.
"Tha names Saint." she introduced herself "Pleasuh to meet yas."
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Post by reeves on Jun 4, 2009 15:54:52 GMT -5
"Naw, don't catch a cold ova it. Ya woidn't believe how many spare shoits I gaht lyin around."
Reeves nodded, relieved that she wasn't too angry about it and that this wasn't her only shirt. He still hoped it wouldn't stain, though knowing coffee, it probably would. He smiled when she chuckled.
"And thanks fa dat. I'd give it back, but I ain't so soire ya want a soaken wet rag in ya pocket."
Jessi scowled at Reeves, retrieving his handkerchief back, it was his favorite one, used to wipe the grease off his fingers when he worked on the trolleys, but he had others.
Reeves just gave him a look back that said, 'It was your fault for putting us in a hurry to get back to the apartment.'
"Tha names Saint. Pleasuh to meet yas."
Jessi was still unhappy about his handkerchief and having to leave that dame behind so only looked away with a stubborn frown. Reeves rolled his eyes at his brother and smiled politely at Saint.
"Nice to meet ya Saint. I'm Reeves, and this is my brudda Jessi. Don't mind im', he's just bein' a blowhard."
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Post by saint on Jun 4, 2009 17:53:19 GMT -5
'It was your fault for putting us in a hurry to get back to the apartment.'
Saint put her hands on her hips and nodded towards the door.
"Well don't ya let me and ma two left feet hoirt ya none." she said lightly "I'll walks yas out."
She could tell they were related. The older one was sour, but the younger one seemed chipper enough. Saint was sure he was atleast a year or two younger than she, but he seemed like one of those wise kids, with a good head on his shoulders.
"Nice to meet ya Saint. I'm Reeves, and this is my brudda Jessi. Don't mind im', he's just bein' a blowhard."
The girl let the air blow on her as she opened the door and turned back to the two boys, still smiling.
"Well Saint, we might natta met in da best of coicumstances, but I'm glad wes did."
She tipped her hat at Jessi too.
"And you too sour puss." she paused "Ya work round heah? I'm a Newsie meself."
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Post by reeves on Jun 4, 2009 18:20:16 GMT -5
"Well don't ya let me and ma two left feet hoirt ya none. I'll walks yas out."
Reeves smiled and nodded saying a quiet, "Thanks." He liked Saint's accent, it was in some way special, it made him smile. He was already liking Saint, she had a funny way of putting things.
"Well Saint, we might natta met in da best of coicumstances, but I'm glad wes did."
Reeves nodded with a grin, his dark eyes twinkling. "Me too. Ya seems like a nice girl, unless somebody gets ya worked up." He chuckled softly. "Or unless somebody goes around spilling coffee all over ya like I did." He winked at the older girl with a smile and shook his head, still laughing quietly.
"And you too sour puss."
Jessi just pouted stubbornly, making a face at the girl. Reeves smirked but elbowed his brother in the stomach, raising a strict eyebrow mouthing to him to be polite.
Jessi finally said, "Yeah, it's nice to meet you too."
Reeves nodded with casual satisfaction, it wasn't the best Jessi could do, he could be nicer, but at least he did what he was told.
"Ya work round heah? I'm a Newsie meself."
Jessi nodded, picking up interest a little. "Yeah, I work here in Hattan' as a Trolley mechanic." Jessi was very proud of his job and his usual grin finally made way to his face.
Reeves smiled, "I work as a delivery boy for the big Department store here. Which borough you in, Saint?" He asked curiously, yawning and scratching lazily at a mosquito bite on his neck.
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Post by saint on Jun 6, 2009 1:05:27 GMT -5
"Me too. Ya seems like a nice girl, unless somebody gets ya worked up."
She chuckled, throwing her hands up in mock defeat. Saint liked to think she was a good natured person, but sometimes she could be a bit of a hard head. She was glad she dan't decided to soak the coffee spiller, which would have been her usual impulse.
"Me ma used to say 'An italian goil's got a tempah as hot as a stove'." she said, brushing back her hair a little "I guess it's just a mattah of toinen it af and an."
She laughed to herself and pulled a cigarette out of her pocket.
"Ya don't mind huh?" she asked the boys, and lit one, taking a slow drag.
"Yeah, it's nice to meet you too."
The older boy was talking now, she blew the smoke towards the west and laughed, giving him her most unserious face.
"Yous a good liah." she said low "Make an even bettah Newsie."
But it seemed fate had a different idea in mind for Jessi. She listened as the two boys described their jobs, and was actually interested. Boys always did seem to get the more fun jobs, but then again Saint liked being a Newsie and knew nothing about trollies or deliveries. She stamped out her cigarette and cleared her throat.
"I'm from da Brahnx." she said with a half grin "But I used ta live heah in Hatten when I was a little goil, right down der in Hell's Kitchen."
These two Hatten boys seemed nice enough, she looked out towards setting sun and sighed, happy that she'd found some company in these scary times.
"Ya know, I oughta be thankin yous fa spinnin coffee an me." she said quietly "Now I's got me an escprt. Des days a goil neva knows when she'll need one."
She gave them a genuinely thankful grin.
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Post by reeves on Jun 6, 2009 10:31:59 GMT -5
"Me ma used to say 'An italian goil's got a tempah as hot as a stove'. I guess it's just a mattah of toinen it af and an."
Reeves laughed at Saint's mother's clever phrasing, before getting a mischevious grin on his face. "That's a'right, we all got our faults, eh? I mean, Jessi here is crazy."
Jessi said right back, "Oh so I'm crazy? Well, Seth here is a lazy bum!" Reeves glared at the use of his real name and looked about ready to have a go at his older brother, and the two almost forgot that Saint was standing right there. Reeves saw her and then just gave Jessi a shove before taking a step away from his brother and giving him one last scowl. This was nothing unusual for the two brothers.
"I'm from da Brahnx. But I used ta live heah in Hatten when I was a little goil, right down der in Hell's Kitchen.Ya know, I oughta be thankin yous fa spinnin coffee an me. Now I's got me an escprt. Des days a goil neva knows when she'll need one."
Reeves grinned at her and said, "Anytime."
He followed her gaze to the setting sun and frowned. "You ain't gonna walk back to Bronx in the dark, are yeh? We would walk you home, but our sister will throw a huge fit if we get home after dark. We got an apartment in Arlem', just our older brother Darry and our sister Alice. It's a little crowded but you could share Alice's room. She'd love to meet you I'm sure."
Reeves suggested, hoping she'd take him up on their offer. He didn't want a nice girl like Saint walking home in the dark, especially with the recent kidnappings.
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Post by saint on Jun 6, 2009 23:21:06 GMT -5
"That's a'right, we all got our faults, eh? I mean, Jessi here is crazy."
She laughed and gave Jessi a wink. He was a little sour, but she'd seen plent of bad apples ripen and become damn good people. Besides, Saint wasn't exactly a well (for lack of a better word) Saint and she didn't go around judging people much. If she did, it was usualyl on their better qualities.
"Oh so I'm crazy? Well, Seth here is a lazy bum!"
"Seth eh?" she asked after the scuffle had died down "Don't be shamed of it. Dats a pretty heavy name, if ya knows what I'm sayin."
She patted the little pocket bible she kept and showed him.
"My real named Mary." she said with a grin "So see, we both gotta nice little biblical heritage goin on."
"You ain't gonna walk back to Bronx in the dark, are yeh? We would walk you home, but our sister will throw a huge fit if we get home after dark. We got an apartment in Arlem', just our older brother Darry and our sister Alice. It's a little crowded but you could share Alice's room. She'd love to meet you I'm sure."
Saint pause,d looking at the horizon and then back at the two boys. She was really glad she'd met them, but if there was one thing she was not it was a mooch. For a moment she sat, debating one hand on her hip. On one hand she knew that turning them down would be downright insulting, but on the other she wasn't so sure how good of an idea it was. The dark scared her, but being an annoyance irked at her nerved, finally she spoke.
"An ya sure ya bruddah and sista won't mind?" she asked quietly "I'd hate to be a botha, ya know."
She gave a greatful half smile and shuffled her feet.
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Post by reeves on Jun 8, 2009 10:57:52 GMT -5
"Seth eh? Don't be shamed of it. Dats a pretty heavy name, if ya knows what I'm sayin. My real named Mary So see, we both gotta nice little biblical heritage goin on."
Reeves smirked and nodded, now that she put it that way, real names weren't bad. You call every Reeves Reeves, for some reason, they only called Seth that.
"An ya sure ya bruddah and sista won't mind? I'd hate to be a botha, ya know."
"Mind? Naw, course' not! Darry and Alice would love to have you. We love it when the apartment is full." Jessi told her, it was true, they weren't really a quiet shy family, they loved company, anything that livened up their daily lives.
Reeves joined in, "The only way you could be a bother was if you went around clanging pans in the middle of the night." He smirked and motioned for her to follow them. "C'mon! It ain't far!"
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Post by Jim Turner on Jun 21, 2009 6:48:21 GMT -5
( New Day )
There was a small squeak on the wooden flood as Jim collapsed into his chair, has arms resting limply on the table as his fingers absently fiddled with the salt shaker on the table. His eyes were set out the window as he watched the bustling streets with tired apathy.
Nothing was out of the ordinary today for Jim, but those who saw him would likely wonder how he managed to get such a terrible black eye. It wasn't his attitude for once that earned him this badge of a warrior, nor his sarcastic impulse in everyday conversation. Jim was mugged. And he was pissed.
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Post by Sonkai Bengalo on Jun 22, 2009 12:02:01 GMT -5
Sonkai walked into Tibby's, her current favorite place to eat, and glanced around looking for an open table. Unfortunately there wasn't one, in fact, most of the tables were packed to the brim with newsies. Sonkai sighed she should've known better than to come here around this time, but she had been passing and her stomach had growled. Then she spotted a table with a lone man sitting at it. Although it wasn't like her to approach someone she didn't know to ask them about sharing a table she was starving and didn't want to have to wait to eat.
Walking over to the table she gave Jim a smile and pointed to the empty chair. "Would you mind if I sat with you?" She scanned the resturaunt again so he would realize how full it was.
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Post by Jim Turner on Jun 22, 2009 14:56:13 GMT -5
Jim looked up at the voice, snatched abruptly from his wandering thoughts. He followed the woman's gaze around the restaurant and shrugged, noticing how quickly the place had filled. "Nah, go ahead." He wasn't generally a nice person, but neither was he uncommonly cruel. Apathy was a mask he had long worn, and one he would likely never lose.
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Post by Sonkai Bengalo on Jun 22, 2009 15:03:56 GMT -5
Sonkai nodded her thanks and sat down, trying to decide what to order. She didn't feel the need to speak anymore because she tried to speak as little as possible to the gadjos. And regardless of whether or not he was rich or poor he was white and that made him one of them in her mind. For the most part Sonkai didn't speak to anyone but Medda and a few of the other girls unless she had too.
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