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Post by smileyanderson on Sept 23, 2008 20:12:24 GMT -5
"Stay Mark, please." She snuggled up next to him and sighed, smiling at him.
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Post by mark on Sept 23, 2008 20:19:01 GMT -5
Smiling back, he nodded. "I will stay, don't worry. When you wake up tomorrow morning, I'll be right by your side." Grinning from ear to ear, he bent down and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Alright, you got to sleep now."
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Post by smileyanderson on Sept 23, 2008 20:21:30 GMT -5
"Mark? Will ya hum dat song ta me again? It helps me sleep....I don't like da dark, Mark, I have nightmares." She whimpered and curled up closer, taking his hand under the blanket.
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Post by mark on Sept 23, 2008 20:28:09 GMT -5
Mark nodded and pulled her close into his curved soft yet strong chest. Giving her a big hug, he started to hum the song. As she fell asleep, he gave her another hug and said, "night, Smiley."
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Post by Bumlets Russo on Oct 13, 2008 13:36:24 GMT -5
((New Day))
Bumlets had a few things he liked less then the lodging house at the time, the first thing he liked less than the lodging house was the girls IN the lodging house. The only two, possibly three exceptions being; Sweets, Mable and Manhattan. But even Manhattan grated his nerves after awhile.
It wasn't that he had anything really against women, he had a sister and a niece but they were nothing like some of the sob stories that trailed into the lodging house wanting someone to feel sorry for them and save them. Big deal.
He was a compassionate man at times but when he was being dragged into a conversation with some no brained idiot female he really had an issue. So mainly he said nothing. At least he found a haven in the bunkroom. The girls didn't go in there but they did shout now and again if Kloppman didn't.
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Post by Specs on Oct 13, 2008 16:50:32 GMT -5
Specs was slightly punch drunk. He hated alcohol and never drank anything stronger than lemonade, but occasionally he could swear his waiter slipped in something he couldn't taste just for kicks. Specs had a slight headache, but his mood was through the roof, and he was too giddy to care. He burst into the bunk room with an overly-embellished kick, and swaggered in. "Bums!" he exclaimed, seeing one of his best friends in the room. "What's doin', Bummers? Whaddya hear? How's things coastin' for ya, huh?" he laughed a loud, barking laugh, and sat on an empty bunk; he didn't know who it belonged to.
He knew that Bumlets would either roll his eyes, or else scowl. Specs knew that his occasional "Life's amazing!" moods could get on the other boys' nerves, especially if he had them too late at night or (in far rarer cases) early in the morning.
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Post by Bumlets Russo on Oct 13, 2008 16:54:32 GMT -5
"Did you dip into the wine again?" Bumlets lifted a brow and shook his head with a half smirk. There were only a handful of people that he could ever relax around and Specs being one of his best friends happened to be one of them. He smirked a bit and grabbed his broom stick.
"Let me guess, a dame..." it was ALWAYS a dame with Specs.
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Post by Specs on Oct 13, 2008 16:59:44 GMT -5
"Did you dip into the wine again?"
"Ugh! I hate wine. I don't get what the big deal is..." For some strange reason, he couldn't stand the taste of wine. Or beer. Or any other alcohol. Might have been in his genes or something. "But I swear to God, Bums, that one waiter at Tibby's adds something funny to my drink. The one with the mustache who looks at me whenever I come in..." No one would take this accusations seriously, he knew. Specs would embellish and exaggerate all he wanted. If you knew him, you only believed him about 60 percent of the time.
"Let me guess, a dame..."
"Hell, Brian!" Specs exclaimed. "Why is that always your first guess? I'm offended you'd just assume like that. How do you know?" He shook his head, offended; paused and leaned back on whosever bunk it was. "Yeah, it was a dame..." he admitted flatly.
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Post by Bumlets Russo on Oct 13, 2008 17:16:20 GMT -5
"Ugh! I hate wine. I don't get what the big deal is...But I swear to God, Bums, that one waiter at Tibby's adds something funny to my drink. The one with the mustache who looks at me whenever I come in..."
Bumlets chuckled and found himself a spot on his bunk shaking his head before he clasped his hands and leaned his elbows on his knees. "You think? Maybe he was trying to teach you a lesson, like stop calling his name in that fake accent.." The man was probably Italian and probably found the teasing offensive. But Bumlets was just the guy that chuckled and stole chips from around the table.
"Hell, Brian!" Specs exclaimed. "Why is that always your first guess? I'm offended you'd just assume like that. How do you know?" He shook his head, offended; paused and leaned back on whosever bunk it was. "Yeah, it was a dame..." he admitted flatly.
"That's why I always assume it's a dame, because it always is. You're about as bad as Blink--" He shook his head with a chuckle and spun his broomstick around before setting it down next to the end table by his bunk. "Actually I'd wager you two are still making those bets.... how you get a dame I'll never know. Not with that mouth.."
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Post by Specs on Oct 13, 2008 17:31:43 GMT -5
"You think? Maybe he was trying to teach you a lesson, like stop calling his name in that fake accent.."
Specs threw his hands up in an exasperated gesture. "I can't help that, Bums! You have any idea how many laughs that gets?" Seamlessly he switched over to a bad Italian accent, his voice loud and not quite obnoxious, but getting there. "Ayyy, Bernardo! Get-a some more-a Parmesan-o for-a da pizza, a-right?" He chuckled to himself. "It's gold, I tell ya. Gold..." Specs prided himself in being able to do impressions of almost anyone. People loved him for it, but sometimes they hated him for it, too.
"That's why I always assume it's a dame, because it always is. You're about as bad as Blink--"
He shrugged. Blink was a regular flirt, too, but Specs always thought the girls he snagged were prettier than the ones Blink did. But that was his opinion, of course. "I get prettier girls, anyway. He gets smarter ones, but the way I use 'em, they don't need to be too smart..." He grinned wolfishly. He was terrible, and he knew it.
"Actually I'd wager you two are still making those bets.... how you get a dame I'll never know. Not with that mouth.."
He scoffed again. "Confuses me too, Bummies. For some reason, the thing that all the fellas smack me for is the same thing that all the girls...well." He grinned and sat up again and took off his hat, and spun it in circles on his finger.
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Post by Bumlets Russo on Oct 13, 2008 17:43:43 GMT -5
"Ayyy, Bernardo! Get-a some more-a Parmesan-o for-a da pizza, a-right?" He chuckled to himself. "It's gold, I tell ya. Gold..."
He did chuckle, he had to admit he got a real kick out of his buddie's impressions, from Snyder to Kloppman, Specs had them all down and he was such a clown it worked for him. They did so many things so often it just made him grin, Bumlets was the quiet one who payed attention. Specs was the loud one that wanted the attention.
"I get prettier girls, anyway. He gets smarter ones, but the way I use 'em, they don't need to be too smart..."
Shaking his head, Bumlets picked up his broomstick and smacked him on the chest with it, not enough to harm. "One day a dame is going to get ahold of you that you can't shake and then what are you going to do about it?"
"Confuses me too, Bummies. For some reason, the thing that all the fellas smack me for is the same thing that all the girls...well."
"I don't wanna know, don't be splashing that all over the morning edition.."
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Post by Specs on Oct 13, 2008 18:08:08 GMT -5
"One day a dame is going to get ahold of you that you can't shake and then what are you going to do about it?"
Specs frowned. That was something he preferred not to think about. But he had the feeling he'd be able to think of something when the time came. Lie and say he was moving to Latvia, or some country like that. Or maybe "accidentally" be discovered locking lips with someone prettier, richer, or something. Wouldn't be hard, now would it? "That," Specs said to Bumlets deliberately, "is a beast I'll deal with when I get to it."
"I don't wanna know, don't be splashing that all over the morning edition.."
He scoffed. "Please. That's all the morning edition needs. Maybe then I wouldn't have to make up so many brilliant headlines..."
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Post by Bumlets Russo on Oct 13, 2008 18:20:46 GMT -5
"That," Specs said to Bumlets deliberately, "is a beast I'll deal with when I get to it."
Brian could hear the truth in his friend's voice and it made his grin widen. He didn't believe in giving women the chance to get a hold of you but it happened. He for one wasn't like Specs, Blink or even Race. For the most part he kept his association with the girls around to a minimum unless they were one of the three aforementioned women. And even then-- Manhattan got on his nerves.
Leaning back into his own buck Bumlets just chuckled, "I can't wait to see what happens when you do, Drew... It's going to be one of those things-- poetic justice and all that."
"Please. That's all the morning edition needs. Maybe then I wouldn't have to make up so many brilliant headlines..."
"Speaking of headlines, any word on what Jack plans to do about the strike? I'm expecting a lodging house meeting soon enough about all of what's going on.." Bumlets had heard a LOT of things from around the city. "I heard from a guy from Brooklyn that Dave's got a plan and is working as a free agent until he talks to everyone."
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Post by Specs on Oct 14, 2008 16:29:01 GMT -5
"I can't wait to see what happens when you do, Drew... It's going to be one of those things-- poetic justice and all that."
Specs wasn't exactly sure what Bumlets meant by poetic justice, but he didn't like the sound of it. "Ehh, I dunno." He gave a half-smile and shrugged. "Usually I give wide berth to them girls who're lookin' for more of my valuable time than they're allowed." He almost laughed aloud at his own joke. "Of course, seconds are welcome, but after a waiting period. I can't deny all the others who haven't experienced this, now can I?" Arrogant? Without a doubt. Inaccurate? Well, he thought with a smirk, that depended on who you asked.
"Speaking of headlines, any word on what Jack plans to do about the strike? I'm expecting a lodging house meeting soon enough about all of what's going on.."
Once the strike was mentioned, Specs sobered up a little. He knew better than to mess around on a subject like this. "I ain't heard much," he said honestly. "All I know is, the leaders are talking, and something or another's gonna go on." He couldn't fathom what, but he would make a decision as soon as Jack did. He had the feeling that no matter what, the Manhattan boys would back Jack, and he was no exception.
"I heard from a guy from Brooklyn that Dave's got a plan and is working as a free agent until he talks to everyone."
Specs only shrugged in response. David Jacobs was a kid he could never really see eye-to-eye with. He only supposed they had differing personalities? But after a slight pause he asked Bumlets, "What's your take on the whole thing?"
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Post by Bumlets Russo on Oct 14, 2008 21:44:37 GMT -5
"Ehh, I dunno." He gave a half-smile and shrugged. "Usually I give wide berth to them girls who're lookin' for more of my valuable time than they're allowed." He almost laughed aloud at his own joke. "Of course, seconds are welcome, but after a waiting period. I can't deny all the others who haven't experienced this, now can I?"
Specs had to be one of the most arrogant people Bumlets had ever met in his life, but the truth be told he didn't mind overmuch. It was a change of pace and the other newsie was such a strong contrast to his own mind they'd become friends faster than anyone could have imagined two people with totally different personalities.
He shook his head and chuckled at that, arrogant bastard. "One day a girl will go threw you as quickly as you do her.."
. "I ain't heard much," he said honestly. "All I know is, the leaders are talking, and something or another's gonna go on. What's your take on the whole thing?"
Bumlets let out a sigh and leaned back on the bed finally, thinking how to word what he had been thinking the last little while. "We're not kids anymore, what are we going to do with the rest of our lives? None of us can afford to be blacklsited from other jobs when we've grown out of this one. I can't afford it, I'm almost nineteen.."
Sitting up on a sigh, he ran his hand threw his hair, making it more disheveled. "Striking may get us no where... we did it once and won because we stopped the city. I can't see that working again.."
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