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Post by Fighter Mallory on May 25, 2009 22:53:25 GMT -5
Fighter raised an eyebrow at Sneaks and supposed it was a good thing she hadn't met him before because she probably would have bad-mouthed her friends boyfriend. A scowl crossed her face and she took a drag of her cigarette. "If I knew you were going to be a jackass I would'a made sure I was putting more behind it." Fight shook her head and rolled her shoulders letting a smirk cross her face. "I've seen you a few times...I'm from Brooklyn."
Glancing around Fighter scanned the crowd one more time for Brandon. She really hated going to peoples homes to collect money. It never ended well.
(Sorry it took so long I missed that this had been updated.)
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Post by grace on Jan 8, 2010 20:18:42 GMT -5
((New Day))
Grace folded her arms across her stomach as she waited on the ramp, her blue eyes were scanning around the ramp. She wasn't sure how to do all of this so she bit her lip and put her hands on the backs of some of the younger children. Just keeping an eye out for them as she looked around at all the scruffy boys. The two children in her charge wanted to get their papers and were saying her name together.
"Grace, Grace! We're gonna be news boys right!" the two young boys just looked to excited for her to deny them and she nodded. Her hands on their backs to keep an eye on them, and contact as the moved up in the line.
"Yes, you will be fantastic newsboys."
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Post by dutchy on Jan 10, 2010 15:40:35 GMT -5
Dutchy wandered up behind then, taking a long drag on his morning smoke. Ever since the kidnapping he had found himself smoking more and more when he had the money or the cigs. Even a cigar, but only once.
"Heya," He nodded to the girl and then smiled at the two boys who seemed enraptured by her. And rightly so, Dutchy thought, that girl had the bluest eyes he'd ever seen. Even through the loaned glasses from Kloppman that slid down his nose more than his old pair he could see that.
"I'm Dutchy. You guys new around here?"
He held out his left hand for her to shake, his right occupied with his cigarette between the tips of two fingers poking out of his heavily wrapped hand. A knife wound through his palm, he wasn't suppose to use it at all, much less move it to smoke, but a kid had to work or starve, didn't he?
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Post by grace on Jan 11, 2010 18:56:24 GMT -5
She tilted her head to the side and then flashed the boy a slow easy smile as she slid her hand into his. He seemed friendly enough and it was his smile at the boys that had her iron ficade melting for only a moment. "Yes I'm Grace and this is Tommy and Timmy. They are my charges.." More like she was supposed to watch them, when she'd been orphaned she'd had nothing, less than nothing and no family to look after her. She'd managed to earn a little extra money by watching the boys of her neighbor, until he to had passed away. Now they were in her care least they end up in the same dark place she had come from.
She'd rather take them in. "And you can tell?" her accent was so boarding school it was clear to see she had once been some kind of rich girl. But those days were long past her. "Dutchy.. a nickname then? Are you Dutch?"
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Post by dutchy on Jan 11, 2010 23:57:41 GMT -5
Dutchy gave a short laugh, pushing his glasses up with his good hand, "Yeah. To both questions. You remind me of a friend of mine. But Shiner did a better job of hiding her proper grammar." He gave a small shrug, thinking how long ago that had been. She was okay now, having been kidnapped, and her uncle was happy to have her back.
"Charges, huh? Not your brothers or nothin'?" Dutchy didn't wait for an answer, casually tousling each boy's hair, "Don't matter. All newsies are brothers in a way. Girls, too. Well..." He laughed again, in seemingly high spirits for a kid who had been so recently and obviously injured. The bruising and cuts on his face were healing pretty nicely.
"First day buyin' papes, then?" He asked all three.
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Post by grace on Jan 18, 2010 0:15:02 GMT -5
Grace opened her mouth to reply to Dutchy's comment when the boys cut in without a second thought or argument.
"Nope, we're not cause our mama and papa died and Grace likes us so she took us in right Tommy?" Timmy was the more boisterous one, where Tommy just nodded. Grace was young, and raising boys on her salary at the laundress wasn't enough to keep them all fed. Since Madam Carlotta decided she didn't need her services anymore selling papers was the only option she had at the moment.
Sighing Grace put her hands on their shoulders, "Hush... yes," she said turning to Dutchy at his last question. "First time and it's all terribly confusing and frightening to be sure."
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Post by dutchy on Jan 18, 2010 15:35:54 GMT -5
"Oh, no, you've got it all wrong! And with these two cute kids helping us out, it'll be easy money today!" Dutchy grinned at her and the boys. Usually he sold alone, though occasionally with Blink or Bumlets, but neither seemed to be around and Dutchy was a little embarrassed to simply ask to sell with his bum hand. Besides it seemed a perfect opportunity what with them being new.
"Tell you what, I'll sell with you today, we can all help each other out, yeah?"
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Post by grace on Jan 18, 2010 18:56:43 GMT -5
Before Grace could even get a word in the boys were nodding and agreeing already, the girl laughed and shook her head. "Ah, it looks as though we'll be selling with you today.." she smiled and set her hands on the boys heads. She didn't like making them work to support the three of them but then again-- it was that or they would all starve and be out on the streets. Not like they weren't already.
"It is nice to meet you... and thank you in advance."
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Post by dutchy on Jan 19, 2010 13:52:57 GMT -5
Dutchy laughed, "Well, don't thank me until the money's in your pocket... Oh, looks like you and the boys are up next... I think I'd go with... forty for all of you. Just to get started," then added quickly, "but that's just a suggestion."
"With that bum hand'a yours, pal, I'm surprised you've pushed anything." Mr Weisel sneered from behind the pen.
"Well, I'm just showing these guys around..." Dutchy gave a shrug hoping Weasel's comments did sway Grace and the boys to find someone else.
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Post by grace on Jan 24, 2010 14:32:35 GMT -5
Grace put one dignifying hand on her hip as she set the boys towards the window, putting her money down and giving Mr. Wisel a look that could have pealed the paint off of a police caddy. She was raised to be able to make some people feel like mud and the boys knew to keep quiet when she was on a tear.
"Forty, sir. Time is money as they say.."
When he gave her all of her papers she counted them as many had done before. But this time she raised a brow. "Thirty eight? I do hope you are joking.."
"You callin' me a liar kid?"
"Worse a cheat, please give me my two papers.."
Skittery came up behind her and grabbed the two papers from behind the bars and smacked them down on her stack, giving Mr. Wisel a look before he hopped down the ramp, patting Dutchy on the back. The both of them were in to bad of a way to take on the brothers..
Nodding her head with a soft smile she took the papers and moved the boys over to where Dutchy was standing. "Alright, now how do we proceed?" she wasn't the kind of girl that would cell papers. she couldn't hide it. She spoke to polite, had to much of an air about her and yet when she turned to the boys-- it was all love.
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