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Post by Administrator on Apr 12, 2010 16:59:33 GMT -5
Toasty!
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Post by shortstack on Jun 4, 2010 11:18:08 GMT -5
Shortstack skulked into the lodging house and dropped herself onto a chair in front of the fireplace. She was beginning to realize that she was not the best newsie out there by far. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the five pennies that she had made today. Five. If she kept up at this rate, she wouldn't even be able to stay at the lodging house. She took off her sweaty cap, tossing it to the side, and buried her face in her hands.
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Post by Skittery James on Jul 6, 2011 4:05:14 GMT -5
[[ New Day]]
Was a long day, Skittery shook out the paper he'd kept that day and glanced down at the headlines. Really he was reading the obituaries, in some sick way he was always expecting to see his own name on the line some day but sometimes he was just reading up on who was who and why they died. Gunshots, drowning, illness, the list went on and on. He raised a brow at a name he did recognize but shrugged his shoulders.
Delancey.
"So the old man finally bit the dust in prison huh?" That was a mix of relief and something else. Pleasure? That man was the reason his shoulder ached when it got cold, or hot, or both. It made him snort at the thought though the little blip gave no hint as to how Marlon Delancey had died in prison, it just said that man was dead and nothing more. "Amazin' what dey call news these days.."
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Post by Sweetheart Snow on Jul 6, 2011 11:24:28 GMT -5
Sweetheart walked into the Manhattan Lodging House looking for Catty. There wasn't anyone around except for a seventeen year old boy with a newspaper in his hands. He looked somewhat familiar. She walked up behind him. "Excuse me, sir. Do you know where Catty is?" she asked softly.
When he turned around she recognized him. Skittery James. She didn't know him personally, but she had heard from some of the Bronx newsies that he was a bit of a jerk. Sweetheart wouldn't care if he snapped or exploded at her. She had endless patience and she can't remember a time that she had raised her voice in anger.
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Post by Skittery James on Jul 6, 2011 15:07:44 GMT -5
Skittery looked up from his newspaper and gave the girl an overall, she was young. Bah good grief and she was asking for who now? Catty? Did he know a Catt? What a stupid name, Catty. Like it needed to be said how retarded that sounded, his eyes narrowed as he considered the girls he did actually know that were part of Manhattan. Sweets and he hadn't seen her since Spot brought her back from Brooklyn. Then there was -- who? Oh Right Brookie.. the Cajun girl... she was sitting at Medda's right now wasn't she? He and Bumlets had dropped her off since they couldn't find Spec's anywhere or Blink for that matter.
After talking awhile he'd left and not gone back, not because he was mean or anything he'd just never had the opportunity recently. Then there was Hawkeye, and he hadn't seen that dame since she snuck back into the lodging house. Girls came and went here with such consistency around the lodging house the only one that would even keep track would be Specs.
"Never heard a' her. Whaddya want?" He shook out his paper again and ran his eyes over the words again as he sought out his spot in the article he was reading. Yes he was a jerk, it was true though he wasn't out right mean he was just particular until he was pushed. And pushed by just about anyone, Jackeyboy included.
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Post by Sweetheart Snow on Jul 6, 2011 15:12:46 GMT -5
Sweetheart didn't even flinch at Skittery's rudeness. She just smiled. She never got irritated except when someone assumed she was a little kid. "I'm really sorry, sir. I was just looking for her. I truly am sorry for interrupting you." she said softly. She has endless kindness and patience. It really helped when talking to someone like Skittery.
She held out her hand. "Sweetheart Snow. What's your name?" she asked politely, even hough she already knew who he was.
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Post by Skittery James on Jul 6, 2011 15:31:13 GMT -5
What and the what? Truly sorry? Where was this girl from? Some kind of up town school for girls? That only reminded him of Lanna who was probably one of the sweetest people he'd ever met-- but she was back in Charlotte last he heard, going to marry some wealthy guy like her daddy wanted. Seemed a big waste to him. Raising a brow he went back to his paper, ignoring her outpouring of kindness-- if that was really what you'd call it. He didn't care much for people and when they were bothering him he cared even less.
When she stuck her hand out his brow raised and he looked at it for a moment, tiny hands this one she was what? Twelve? On a sigh he pushed her hand out of his way and went back to his paper. "Skittery.... so whatddya want huh? I'm busy here? I ain't heard a no Catty broad at the lodgin house if you want a dame you're better off talkin ta Specs, he's the one with all their numbahs.." Well Specs could tell one from the other, Bumlets was almost worse with the ladies in a sense. He had a serious fear of newsgirls, which more or less was the but of just about every joke any of them could come up with.
"Blockin' my light, Sweetheart." How would anyone get a nickname like that and why? All the Bronx girls carried their own name for a reason, and the only reason they called Sweets-- well Sweets was because that was all the girl ate.
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Post by Sweetheart Snow on Jul 6, 2011 15:38:46 GMT -5
Sweetheart's eyes stung with tears at Skittery's words. He reminded her so much of her father. Skittery didn't even know her. Why was he being so cruel?
"Why are you being so cruel to me?" Sweetheart said, her voice barely cracking. "You just met me two minutes ago? Are you always this cruel or is it just to girls who are kind to strangers?" she demanded softly, not letting her tears fall. She wouldn't cry until she knew the reason behind Skittery's cruelty.
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Post by Skittery James on Jul 6, 2011 15:46:33 GMT -5
He raised a brow at her theatrics, not sure if he should be appalled or impressed. Obviously the girl had never been to Brooklyn if she thought that his mouth was cruel by any means, he hadn't harmed her or threatened her or tossed her out on her ear. So how would anything he said amass to cruelty.
"Kid you obviously don't know what cruelty really is if you think that I'm a representation." That was flat and fair enough, his eyes narrowing just a smidge before he looked back to his paper. What was up with this girl? Cruel to her? Did she even know the meaning of the word. He was pissed, and not just for her calling him cruel but because he'd seen cruelty first hand and she was dishing out judgement with a word she didn't understand.
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Post by Sweetheart Snow on Jul 6, 2011 15:53:23 GMT -5
Sweetheart glared at Skittery. Sweetheart rarely glared, but when she did, people back off. She wasn't expecting Skittery to do so.
"The reason why I say that you are cruel is because you speak to me with the exact same tone that my father had used the eve of my fourteenth birthday when he nearly murdered me." Sweetheart said through the tears that were now sliding down her face. "And I have not been to Brooklyn. I live in the Bronx and Manhattan is the only other borough that I has been to." she added.
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Post by Skittery James on Jul 6, 2011 15:57:38 GMT -5
Now he was up, out of his chair and he had his own glare for her. He was towering in his frame by comparison to a lot of the others and he was glaring at her before turning her around by the shoulders and aiming her towards the door.
"I don't care," Was that flat enough. "Drama queen. I don't even care if you were birthed by a rudding martian." She'd offended him and then had the gaul to lay some story on him. "Listen brat, word of advice. No one gives a fuck about your life story got it? No one. You could have been a whore in Boston and come here and what you do here is all that matters. So get the hell outta my lodgin' house and don't let me see you again." That was it, he'd had it. Without waiting for a reply or for anything that matter Skittery picked up his paper and stalked out the back door into the city.
He'd go find his friends, work off some of this energy at the boxing ring. What the hell did that girl think? Right you're like my murdering father!? Fucking ridiculous little girl.
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Post by Sweetheart Snow on Jul 6, 2011 16:08:40 GMT -5
Sweetheart heard what Skittery said after he grabbed her shoulders. She didn't cry though. She simply walked out of the Lodging House and walked back to the Bronx. She wasn't mad at him, just a little hurt. She just walked back to her home and thought of anything but Skittery.
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