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Post by Administrator on Dec 17, 2011 17:26:34 GMT -5
Need some fresh air?
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Post by Skittery James on Dec 28, 2011 21:30:50 GMT -5
[[ New Day -- for Goldie ]]
Skitts wasn't the kind of guy that people were game to be around all the time, the truth was-- Skittery wasn't exactly friendly at all. He was a bit of a pessimist and a jerk that tended to snark off without really thinking about the consequences of his actions. So what if he and Race were always arguing and he about decked the lousy little shrimp more than he hadn't. Truth was, if he wasn't complaining about something then he probably wasn't doing much. Now? It was winter and he was cold, he was wet and he was down to his last smoke. Taking a drag he leaned back against the step and tilted his head waiting for Jack or Jake to come back--maybe Specs would bring him something and a tale of some dame.
Shaking his head he took a long drag and watched the smoke curl. His shoulder had been dislocated not long before, which made things worse during the winter. It was cold it ached, when it was hot it ached-- he couldn't win. Grumbling he rubbed his hands over his face, what the hell! He couldn't catch a damn break.
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Post by stillgoldie1899 on Dec 28, 2011 21:39:46 GMT -5
The day had dragged on, she was freezing her rear end off, and in the end, she still had two papers she hadn't sold. A whole penny's worth of papers. One was a total lost cause- dropped in a puddle- but the other...she could read it, and maybe tuck some between the blanket and sheet on her bunk, added warmth in the night. In frustration, stuffs the dirty paper into a rubbish bin, and stuffs the other under her arm as she trudges towards the lodging house.
As she nears, spots one of the boys out front- thinks his name is Skittery, or something. Odd name, but then, what room did she have to talk? She went by Goldilocks. The next person to ask her about bears was going to get hit. Probably.
When she gets close enough to speak, tilts her head slightly, shrugging her coat higher up on her shoulders, keeping her hair in her eyes, her voice light, just in case he didn't want to talk to anyone. "Evenin."
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Post by Skittery James on Dec 28, 2011 21:47:25 GMT -5
His brow hiked when he saw Goldie coming up closer, she wasn't bad that he could recall. He was a manahattan boy longer than most and he'd seen them come and go, she kept to herself didn't get in fights much like some of the crazy bints that he knew. Brooklyn girls were men with tits as far as he was concerned, they got punched in the face same as any guy.
He peaked at her between his fingers for another moment before she commented and he sighed, rubbing his face again. "How's sellin?" Didn't look like it went so great but Skitts well, he had his own mind about just about everything. And he kept out of the wet, best he could manage as long as he had enough money to eat for a day or two.
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Post by stillgoldie1899 on Dec 28, 2011 21:51:54 GMT -5
She had to admit, she was a bit surprised he'd asked. Thus far, she'd kept as much to herself as possible- not because she didn't want to fit in, but because everyone seemed to know each other, and she was the new kid. Still...it was nice of him to ask, and she shouldn't take her bad mood about her day out on him.
"Ah...Selling's sucked, I guess is the blunt way to say it. I'm still not so good at it. Hope you had a better day then I did..."
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Post by Skittery James on Dec 28, 2011 22:01:30 GMT -5
He was so used to girls trying to blow rainbows up his ass that he raised a brow at her when she spoke. It was almost impossible to stop his lips from curving when she said that, yeah his day was shit too. Sitting up a bit more as he watched her come closer. Skitts didn't have the option to keep to himself, his best friends were the one eyed blabber mouth Kid Blink and Specs the self proclaimed ladies man of Manhattan. He didn't get a chance to keep to himself. Sighing he ran his hand through his hair as he adjusted.
"Yeah not likely, it was shit today. Too damn cold, too damn wet but at least I didn't have to worry about fuckin' weasel. I didn't have to eat what I couldn't sell so that's somethin.." he gave her room to sit as he took another drag form his smoke, as much as he liked some of the girls in the borough. He couldn't stand the upbeat. Sure Maria was back and that was something, swearing in spanish and throwing shit at Jack if they weren't picking up after each other and Brook was back too after being sick for so long. Still.
The optimists made his mood sour. ".. sellin' is't too hard. Lie out your ass and play the sympathy card."
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Post by stillgoldie1899 on Dec 28, 2011 22:09:31 GMT -5
Her nose twitched a bit as she got close enough to smell his cigarette. She was tempted to ask for a drag, but cigarettes were dear, and she didn't know him well enough yet. Instead, she just shrugged a bit as she got up to the steps, pausing to lean against the building a bit.
"Yeah, I guess. Normally, I'm good at lyin, but I'm having trouble coming up with headlines. And I'm trying not to just rely on the fact I'm a girl, you know? That's so damn cheap." Of course, she had no room to talk about cheap, either.
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Post by Skittery James on Dec 28, 2011 22:14:22 GMT -5
"I dunno how brooks girls do it. They're like men with breasts," he was quoting Bumlets, as he'd heard that said a time or two and Blink had echoed it. Shaking his head he sighed and took another drag. Baby don't die, was all he was thinking. He had a few smokes left but he rolled his own when he could afford to do it. Get the blend just right, this was the last that he had of his store bought cigs. He flicked the embers to the side and frowned before looking up at her.
"Pretend your sick it's winter.." It worked for some of them, but hten again others it just had the people stepping farther away from. "Headlines are shit, we need more deaths I guess."
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Post by stillgoldie1899 on Dec 28, 2011 22:22:39 GMT -5
"War." She agreed, shrugging a bit. "Or a famine somewhere. Loud calls for aid, or something."
Not that she wanted a war, or famine, mind you. It was just that she knew those things were headlines that caught people's attention. And if it was someone she didn't know dying...Well, she was just callous enough to not care as much.
"But I guess I could play sick. That would work. It's just so much easier when you're little and cute as a button."
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Post by Skittery James on Dec 28, 2011 22:42:10 GMT -5
"It was," he had to admit he'd sold more when he was younger and people took pity on him. It's why he'd always sold with Tumbler really. The kid was young with a cute mug and they could move a lot of papers that way. But he wasn't going to tell her that, no he just shrugged and took a drag from his smoke. Casting her a glance.
"When did you turn up here?"
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Post by stillgoldie1899 on Dec 28, 2011 23:06:31 GMT -5
"Two weeks or so." Caught in a gust of wind, she shrugs her coat up just a bit higher, and for the millionth time, curses not having a scarf. "Sort of wandered in, and asked if there was room. I'm guessing a lot of folks show up that way."
"It must get kind of annoying. All the new people coming and going all the time. How long have you been here?" She was being polite, but hopefully not too nosy.
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Post by Skittery James on Dec 28, 2011 23:18:22 GMT -5
He listened as he took another drag, glancing at her sideways when asked how long he'd been there. Truthfully he had to think about it? How long had it been since he'd left home, just lit out like it didn't matter. Brushing his hands on his pants he shrugged, "About.. six or seven.. maybe eight years. I lost track a time.." He didn't seem to care about it either, truth was he was better than he had been when he'd been younger. He'd always been a pessimist, but he'd been more haughty back then. Despite himself and though he'd never admit it, they'd changed him, the guys in the house and some of the girls. He shrugged his shoulders, the cold was bothering him but is shoulder was worse.
"People come an' go. Some stupid bints, idiots who think they know better. Some stay-- you made it longer than most."
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Post by stillgoldie1899 on Dec 28, 2011 23:34:46 GMT -5
"That's kind of depressing. But that's the way the world works, I guess. One big train station." She shrugged again, and stared up into the sky a bit, getting a little lost in thought. People came and went all the time, in the buildings she'd lived in growing up.
"People come, and people go. I guess I'll probably go, too, one day. Can't sell papers forever." Not that she had any idea what she'd do once she did get too old to sell newspapers.
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Post by Skittery James on Dec 29, 2011 0:04:39 GMT -5
He smirked as he looked up at her, taking another drag from his smoke. He was about done with it but couldn't seem to let himself part with it. He'd smoke it until he couldn't anymore. "Being here since I was a kid? I guess... depends on why you come here not how long you stay. I've heard some horseshit stories over the years." He'd grown up traveling with his parents and their evangelical route, a church that moved was still a church in his father's very righteous eye.
"That's the point," he responded. "We cant' sell papes forever, but when we move on, we figure somethin' out. To many smart people to just die on the docks.. Bum keeps wanting to move out of the drudges.."
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Post by stillgoldie1899 on Dec 29, 2011 0:35:59 GMT -5
She laughed a bit, bitterly, truth be told, but still laughter. "This city ain't exactly kind to kids like us. We're lucky if we don't freeze to death on the streets. Or in our beds, in the dead of winter." It was partially the winter, and she knew it- in the summer she was less moody, although bitterness, in general, was a common trait. She tried not to let it show that often, but sometimes...
"Some people make it, though. Look at Joe Pulitzer. People say he started with nothing. You just have to know what you want to do, and go for it. Which is the problem, when you don't know what you want to do."
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