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Post by Administrator on Jun 22, 2008 16:49:39 GMT -5
Say hi to Kloppman!
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Post by Jack Kelly on Nov 26, 2009 10:42:40 GMT -5
[[Mid-morning, Thanksgiving Day, 1899]]
Everything had been arranged, and Jack was proud of his efforts, so he wouldn't let them go unrecognized. With the help of some servers at Tibby's, a few generous donations and quite a bit of smooth talking, Jack had managed to procure all the necessities, and even a few surprises. He wasn't happy that the Manhattan Lodging House didn't have a proper dining table (it would not have bothered him any other day out of the year) so he would have to settle for the front desk.
Maybe he was forgetting one year, but to the best of his knowledge, it was the first time the newsboys would have a real Thanksgiving.
Jack thanked the laundry girls who had helped him set everything up (what the hell was he, a housewife?) and paid them with a nickel each, which they took with gratitude like he'd given them five dollars. Satisfied and hoping the kids were at least awake, he went to the foot of the stairs, cupped his hands around his mouth, and yelled at the top of his voice. "Everybody better get their lazy asses down here! I went through all hell for this and I'm gonna take it out personal on whoever decides it's too fuggin' early!"
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Post by Skittery James on Nov 27, 2009 17:08:53 GMT -5
"What the feck Jack," Skitts hung over the raling looking like he'd been kicked out of bed, which in fact he had been. Growling and muttering he ran his hands over his face as he yawned coming down to look around, it hadn't looked like this when he'd gone to bed. At all.
"Eh?" well confusion from Skittery wasn't exactly new when he was still nursing a sore shoulder. But he came down and looked around. He hadn't seen a spread like this in, well in ages at least. "What is all this?
Bumlets for his wager came down without much of a word and his nose caught some smells, well what do you know. With a light step he came down and clapped Jack on the back looking around with a nod, it all looked good to him. Really good actually his mother couldn't have done much better than his borough leader.
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Post by bunky on Nov 27, 2009 17:13:25 GMT -5
Piper woke up late that morning, wanting to sleeping in for once in her newsie life. She needed a break, since she received a shiner and a scar on her cheek. She rubbed her red hair from its messy state and pulled on some clothes: a nice dress for once. Skirts were mostly her thing, but today was Thanksgiving and she wanted to look decent today.
"Everybody better get their lazy asses down here! I went through all hell for this and I'm gonna take it out personal on whoever decides it's too fuggin' early!"Jack Kelly's infamous voice boomed into the girl's room from downstairs and Piper sighed loudly, knowing he was wanting either a meeting or something else up his sleeve.
"Good grief I'm comin Boyle! No need to get those trousers in a twist!" Piper yelled back in her scottish accent as she walked from the girls room into the hallway. As she was walking down the stairs she was going to say something else but she saw the scene in front of her. She smiled as she stopped at the first step of the stairs. She saw Bumlets and Skittery as well, looking just as shocked as she was.
"Jack, you did a fine job here!" Piper said aloud in a grin, "Who helped ya?"
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Post by Squints Matsumura on Nov 27, 2009 22:17:54 GMT -5
King rolled out of bed and threw on his clothes, grumbling as he did so. He shook his head, fluffing the flats spots out of his curly locks, and slowly made his way out of the bunk room. "What's the big idea? What in the name of God did you wake us up at this time of morning for?" he grumbled leaning over the railing, half awake and scowling at everyone.
King straightened up as he took in the display downstairs. "What's the special occasion?" He quirked an eyebrow trying to recall what day it was. Did he forget someone's birthday? No. Jack wouldn't go to all this trouble for someone's birthday. Then it hit him. He remembered hearing people on the streets talk, yesterday. "Thanksgiving," he muttered to himself, making his way downstairs.
"Looks great, Jack." King stood beside Bumlets, taking it all in. "I woulda much rather slept in though," he yawned, crossing his arms in front of his chest. It had been years since he had a real Thanksgiving; since before he moved to Manhattan.
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Post by manhattan on Jan 28, 2010 19:26:43 GMT -5
>>>New Day<<<
Manhattan stood in the deserted Lodging house entrance. Dressed like a female and feeling like she didnt belong here as she was. Breathing deep and steadying herself she walked towards the sign in book. Slowly she looked over the familiar names noting the ones that no longer repeated themselves. Her eyes teared up. She wasnt ready for this. This was home. But it was too close. Her hands shook as she turned the pages, looking back, then forward not really focusing.
"To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more."
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Post by Milo on Sept 20, 2010 21:10:20 GMT -5
Milo wandered in the door on the lodging house after a relatively uneventful day and was immediately met with a strange sight. Specs was at the front desk, staring intently down at his shoe with a rapidly burning match in his hand. To add to the mystery, just as Milo stepped over the threshold he heard him call his shoe a son of a bitch. Confused, he raised an eyebrow and walked up behind Specs just as he finally put the match out. As quietly as he could, he leaned around the older boy’s side to squint down at what looked like a little, black spot on the bottom of his shoe. He stood there for a few moments, tilting his head slowly back and forth, trying as hard as he could to make it look any different. But no matter what angle he looked at it from it was still nothing more than a shapeless little spot. “Specs…” he began suddenly, skepticism evident in his usual, quiet little voice. “I think ya need new glasses. ‘Cause that don’t look nothin’ like a boy dog. It’s just a blob.”
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Post by Skittery James on Feb 2, 2011 17:33:03 GMT -5
((New Day))
Eric "Skittery" James. He didn't really think his name needed to be plastered all over everything since he disowned his parents and moved away. No his name wasn't Francis, if he had known someone named Francis he would have taunted them for hours about it before going to bed with a satisfied smug look on his face. But unfortunately today he didn't know a Francis (that he was aware of) and he was sitting on the desk eating something he'd finched from Tibby's before heading back to the lodging house.
Bumlets was off in Hell's Kitchen, something about visiting his mum and for the life of him Skitts didn't know where Dutchy or Specs were, not that he needed either of them. Blink had been a bit off lately, and Itey and Swifty were their usual charming selves which had the taller newsie bashing his head into walls when he got the notion. But right now? He was eating a hot dog, sitting on the counter with a paper under his arm about to get ready to pretend he had something resembling a normal life.
Eat and read the paper, he knew he was getting older, that a time would come he'd have to get a real job. He'd thought about what he'd do, he wasn't like Brian, had way to many things going on around him for him to be so introverted and wordy. That's what he'd call Bumlets when he wasn't around. Wordy. Race was probably going to work at the track and never amount to much but that was fine too.
He didn't care much about all that stuff just yet, but he did think about it. Maybe he'd apprentice with a watch maker or something. That made some good money and he did have quick and precise hands.
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Post by hawkeye on Feb 4, 2011 18:19:07 GMT -5
Clinging to the back pole of a trolleybus, Hawkeye took a free ride through the streets of Manhattan. She clutched her skirt in her free hand, for fear it might get caught in the trolley’s wheels. It only exposed her worn boots. And maybe a little bit of her leg. But she was wearing stockings, ripped though they were, and figured no one was paying that much attention to passing trolley cars anyway.
As the little bus rolled by the statue of Horace Greeley, Hawkeye hopped off. It wasn’t as graceful of an exit as she’d hoped it would be, but she was undamaged and that was something to be proud of, at least. Saluting the familiar landmark as she passed, Hawkeye made her way toward the Manhattan lodging house. She’d popped in earler to drop off her belongings, but there hadn’t been many newsies around and Hawkeye hadn’t minded much. She’d rather let them realize she was back by spotting her things as opposed to spotting her. If they remembered her. Hawkeye hated confrontation.
Nearing the door, she pulled her hat out of her skirt pocket and yanked it onto her head, making sure it was practically covering her face. She wasn’t sure if she had reason to be laying low, but she figured it was better to be safe than sorry.
She took a deep breath before pulling open the door of the lodging house. She stood in the doorway for a moment. When she arrived in the morning, she had rushed in and out as fast as she could. Now, she let herself look around her old abode. It didn’t seem like that much had changed. It still looked like a bunch of rowdy kids lived there. It still smelled like a bunch of rowdy kids lived there. Except for outside. Outside smelled distinctly of cigarettes and cigars, a scent that initially made Hawkeye wrinkle her nose, but, over the years, she’d grown almost fond of it. Almost.
Stepping into the lodging house, Hawkeye jumped as her foot hit a perpetually squeaky floorboard. She’d forgotten about that. She rolled her eyes, partially because she was irritated that it had made her jump and partially as an awkward way of shaking off the nerves that built up with every step she took.
Hawkeye continued in to the lodging house. It seemed to be empty except…
“Kloppman!”
Hawkeye grinned, spotting the newspaper covering the old man’s face. It wasn't like him to sit on the desk instead of behind it, but Hawkeye felt such a sudden surge of happiness at seeing him that she barely thought anything of it. She pushed her hat back as she greeted him, hoping he'd still recognize her face.
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Post by Skittery James on Feb 6, 2011 18:35:24 GMT -5
Skittery let the paper drop once he heard Kloppman's name and snorted at Hawkeye, "Eyes are goin' bad.." he muttered before pulling the paper back up to his face. It took him a few more minutes of scanning the lines on the page before it occured to him that, Hawkeye was back. From where ever she'd gone, the girl had come back.
Moving the paper again he smirked a bit, wishing he had his smoke. So she was back then. "Klopman ain't here, he's up state somethin' about his sistah..." He wasn't holding down the fort, more holding down the counter in case it decided to sprout legs. But he was smirking none the less. There were a few girls that he didn't mind, Hawkeye being one of them. Sure he didn't mind the cajun, or Sweets either, but he didn't tell them that. "Where ya been, Sheretti?"
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Post by hawkeye on Feb 6, 2011 21:51:17 GMT -5
"Eyes are goin' bad.."
Hawkeye’s face fell as the newspaper lowered, revealing Skittery. “Indeed,” she muttered. It wasn’t that she didn’t wanted to see Skittery, she just…hadn’t expected to bump into him. In the spot where Kloppman usually was.
She was about to throw a comment about bad eyesight back his way, when Skittery disappeared behind the paper again. Hawkeye eyed him for a moment before she hastily made her way past the desk. If Skittery was going to simply leave things at that, Hawkeye wasn’t going to fight it. In fact, she was quite happy she was able to scurry upstairs without any fuss.
"Klopman ain't here, he's up state somethin' about his sistah..."
Hawkeye froze at the sound of his voice and slowly turned to face Skittery again. Her eyes were as big as saucers and she nodded, an awkward grin plastered on her face. It was a strange sight, if nothing else.
“Right,” she said. “Great, thanks!” It was as if she’d barely heard what Skittery had said, only that it wasn’t related to her awkward entrance. “Well,” she said, shrugging. “I guess I’ll be seeing you!” Slowly, she turned around and continued to creep toward the stairs.
And then…
"Where ya been, Sheretti?"
Ah, there it was. At least she’d been expecting it. Even so, she cringed at the question. Taking a deep breath, she straightened and turned to face Skittery again. She laughed, trying to settle on what she wanted to tell him. It didn’t take her long to decide to play it off as a joke.
Hawkeye shrugged. “Around Manhattan.” A slight smirk played at her lips. Her eyes darted toward Skittery, curious what he’d make of her reply. “I saw Ace earlier. He has a restaurant now!” She leaned against the railing and folded her arms. “I’m thinking of taking up a job as a leader. Evidently, it pays off.”
There was a pause and Hawkeye looked around the room. Finally, she looked back to Skittery and smiled slightly. Pushing herself off the railing, she shrugged and said, “Well…see you later!”
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Post by Baby on Mar 5, 2011 17:56:41 GMT -5
~New Day Continued from McGinty's Barstools~(Jewel and any Hattan)
Baby smiled when they reached the lodge house, it was nice being back after a long day of selling, did she know much of the boys? Eh well she had said her hellos to them she had asked a few questions every now and again but she had yet to get to know them very well but she did know that they were a caring bunch. Once inside Baby took off her hat shoving it in her back pocket as she looked over her shoulder a Jewel and she gestured around the room. "Well this is it... home sweet home, I'm not sure exactly where everyone is but I'm sure they'll be around soon enough," she assurred as she made her way over to the stairs and she sat down at the bottom of the staircase.
She glanced around the room, she could hear chatter coming from the dorms and the kitchen but she wasn't going to holler that they had company, eventually someone would come in and say hi. She gestured toward the chairs and the staircase,"Have a seat make yerself at home, dey won't mind I'm sure," she said with a half smile, sometimes she wondered if any of the newsies paid much attention to her here but at the same time, she knew her existance must be known somehow. |
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Post by jewelkent on Mar 5, 2011 18:13:47 GMT -5
Jewel looked around the Lodging House, and smiled widely. It was a nice place. But just like the Brooklyn House, the boys and the girls shared the place, so she would have to watch who went in and out of this place.
"Oh Wow, this place is amazing. I love it already. I always dreamed of coming here, cause I hear everyone is so nice. Truly magnificent." she said.
Jewel nodded "Okay, I think I'll sit right in the chair here until someone comes back." she said, sitting down.
She then looked up at Baby, and smiled "So, how long have you been in Jack's ranks here in 'Hattan?" she asked her.
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Post by Baby on Mar 5, 2011 18:21:33 GMT -5
Baby glanced over at Jewel's question and smiled abit. "Well about 2 or 3 years now... kinda lose track ater awhile but around that long... its nice here, not so troublesome and you come and go as you wish, do as you wish, as long as you don't get yerself or anybody else inta trouble," she explained as she leaned her elbows back on the stair behind her.
She took a cigarette from her pocket and lit it bringing it to her lips and taking a long drag as she tilted her head back and blew out the smoke. She closed her eyes and took it in relaxing. This was where she belonged, right here at this moment, she just wondered where everyone could possibly be or what they were doing up in the dorms and in the kitchen, she shrugged, best to leave it alone. "How long have you been a newsie?" she asked out of curiousity as she extended her cigarette case to Jewel in offerring. |
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Post by jewelkent on Mar 5, 2011 18:43:41 GMT -5
Jewel looked impressed when Baby told her how long she'd been a newsie. It was good to see that this girl was tha good at her job.
"Wow, that's pretty good. I like the idea of having to come and go as you please, because I walk and travel a lot to the other boroughs. It's very tiring, but I like it here, so it suits me pretty well." she told her.
Jewel chuckled as she took Baby's cigarette case, took one of the cigarettes, and nodded a 'thank you' to her. She then lit it, and inhaled the smoke and then blew it out again.
She smiled, an raised an eyebrow at Baby's question. "How long have I been a newsie?" she asked.
Then she thought about it, and smirked "I will be hitting my 4th year as a newsie in August, about 2 months after I turn 16. I started in Philadelphia when I was 12, had a very close relationship with the leader there. Then one day, I left and came to Brooklyn about 5 months ago, was there for 2-3 months, and now been in the Bronx for about a month or two." she explained to Baby.
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thanks admin!
Thanks Jim!
