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Post by Administrator on Dec 17, 2011 16:57:24 GMT -5
In the alleyway behind Irving Hall is the stage entrance.
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Post by Sweetheart Snow on Dec 28, 2011 16:26:42 GMT -5
(Open to only Medda)
Sweetheart leaned against the wall of a small alley breathing heavily. She was beig chased by Snyder again. All she did was try to sell a paper to him. She was sure that she wSnt in the Bronx but she didn't know where she was.
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Post by Medda on Dec 28, 2011 19:21:38 GMT -5
Medda sighed under her breath as she pushed open the alley way door with her back and exited backwards, hauling a large trash bag. She knew Toby would be here if he wasn't sick but it didn't piss her off any less that she was carrying out last nights trash. This is what she did before she opened Irving Hall. It wasn't her job to do it now. With Toby out one of the other girls should have done it but they all mysteriously disappeared when it came time to finish clean up. She knew where Sonkai and Peaches were but the others were a mystery to her and she was half tempted to fire them all but she couldn't do that. She would though if they didn't start picking up the slack. Dancers and background singers were replaceable. Especially with all the kids she knew. She was constantly turning people away because she simply had no need for them.
Medda dropped the bag next to the door and wiped her hands on her skirt. She'd need to bathe again before the show. Even though it was the middle of winter she was sweating and it was unappealing. If only her friends could see her now. Medda chuckled quietly to herself and shook her head. She'd usually not be caught dead doing such menial work, but she wasn't afraid to get a little dirty to keep Irving clean. It was after all her life's dream and she would not allow it to be destroyed by dirt and trash.
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Post by Sweetheart Snow on Dec 28, 2011 19:23:43 GMT -5
Sweetheart looked at the woman. "Hello Miss. Do you need any help?" she asked shyly. She was always shy around strangers. She also had a caring nature which caused her to offer help whenever she saw someone in need of it. A lot of people thought she was weird because of it but it was who she was. There wasn't much she could do about it. She noticed how beautiful the woman was. Sweetheart felt very shabby and plain in comparison of this woman.
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Post by Medda on Dec 29, 2011 21:50:54 GMT -5
Medda glanced at the girl when she spoke, noticing her for the first time. It took her a moment to register the girls question and when she did she laughed. "All done, actually." Well she still had some dishes to do but she could do that herself. Plus she doubted she'd be pleasant company in the foul mood she was in so she wasn't going to invite the girl in. At least not yet. Medda glanced around before returning her attention to the small girl in front of her. It was obvious from the smudges on her fingers that she was a newsgirl. "You one of Cowboys newsies?"
Medda thought she knew most of the Manhattan newsies. They were always stopping in her from time to time. She enjoyed most of their company and the boys always gave her a laugh when hooted and hollered for her from their seats. Medda doubted she was from Manhattan, even if she hadn't met all of the Manhattan newsies she was sure they all knew her on site.
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Post by Sweetheart Snow on Dec 29, 2011 21:55:12 GMT -5
Sweetheart was a bit confused. "Who is Cowboy?" she asked. She was sure he was not from the Bronx. She mentally slapped herself. She really had to start learning more about her new home. Her lack of knowledge always made her look like an idiot. "And where exactly am I, Miss?" she added.
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Post by Medda on Dec 29, 2011 22:11:58 GMT -5
Well, that answered the question of whether or not she was a Manhattan newsie. Medda couldn't help but frown a bit when the girl asked where she was. Good God, was she lost in the city? Medda didn't have time to make sure she got back to wherever it was that she lived. A small sigh escaped her lips before she responded, "Why you're in Manhattan standing outside of Irving Hall. And where may I ask are you supposed to be?"
Normally Medda would make sure she got back to wherever it is that she was from. She'd have Toby take her home, but Toby was sick and the other girls would probably laugh if she asked them to do such a thing. The only she thought would even remotely consider doing it was Peaches and even then the girl had better things to do with her time. "How did you end up here?"
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Post by Sweetheart Snow on Dec 30, 2011 16:34:38 GMT -5
Sweetheart frowned. "Snyder was chasing me. I didn't do anything except ask him if he wanted a paper. I work in the Bronx and he chased me all the way here." Sweetheart explained. "I am sorry for disturbing you Miss." she apologized. She thought that the woman was either busy or a bit annoyed. She absolutely hated annoying people because it got her on their bad side and she learned to hate that especially side she got badly hurt when she got on her father's bad side.
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Post by Medda on Dec 31, 2011 8:48:16 GMT -5
Medda nodded slowly, "Why'd he chase you? Did you escape from the refuge or something?" Medda couldn't help but be a bit curious about why Snyder would chase this slip of a girl who hadn't even seemed to have been in Manhattan before. She was surprised he hadn't caught her since he rarely did the chasing by himself but called the bulls to chase with him. Medda waved her hand at the girls apologies and waited for her to answer her questions. Most of the newsies steered clear of Snyder when they knew who he was which made her situation even odder. The girl had obviously met Snyder before because she knew his name and yet she'd approached him to offer him a paper.
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Post by Sweetheart Snow on Jan 2, 2012 12:23:04 GMT -5
Sweetheart cocked her head to one side. "What the refuge?" she asked in utter confusion. "And all I did was ask him if he wanted a newspaper, then he glared at me and started chasing me." she explained. She didn't understand. The only thing she ever did illegally was jump a freight train. Other than that, she has a clean record with the police. She always made sure that she stayed out of trouble. It didn't make sense that she would be chased by authorities.
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Post by Medda on Jan 3, 2012 11:06:21 GMT -5
Medda bit back a frustrated sigh and ignored the girls question. Her face hardened a tiny bit because it certainly seemed like the girl didn't really know what she was talking about. Medda didn't understand either, but she really didn't have time to figure it out. "Look I gotta go back to work, the Bronx is that way." Medda pointed in the direction the girl would need to walk. "I'm sure there's some newsies out and about who can take you there or at least tell you how to get there." Medda turned and strode back inside, shutting the door behind her.
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Post by Ankh Imhotep on Jan 3, 2012 17:41:36 GMT -5
Ankh yawned a bit as she jogged through Manhattan, her eyes scanning the streets for her target. Lexi had woken her up over an hour before her usual time to find a missing Bronx girl before it came time to sell the evening edition. Since Ankh stayed up all night as River's Owl, she did her daily sleeping between the morning and evening editions. It was unusual, to be sure, living the opposite hours as everyone else, but it was the schedule she liked and who was going to tell her it was wrong if River and Lexi were okay with it?
She heard voices coming from the backside of Irving Hall, one was Medda's, she has an unmistakable voice and speech pattern, and the other was a girls. Ankh peeked around the corner just in time to see Medda closing the door behind her. Instantly recognizing the girl as her target, she walked quietly over to her and cleared her throat to speak. Her Arabic accent could still be heard when she spoke, part of the reason she was so quiet, but her English New York accent was getting better every day. "'Scuse me, Sweetheart? Did you get lost?"
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Post by Sweetheart Snow on Jan 3, 2012 18:00:45 GMT -5
Sweetheart looked at the girl. She was one of the girls in the Bronx Girls Lodging house. Unfortunately, Sweetheart could not remember her name. She nodded. "Yeah. Snyder chased me here from the Bronx. All I did was try to sell a paper to him." she explained. The whole thing with Snyder wasn't making sense to her. She hoped Lexi wouldn't get mad at Sweetheart for it.
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Post by Ankh Imhotep on Jan 3, 2012 18:13:21 GMT -5
Sweetheart's explanation didn't make sense to her either, most newsies avoided Snyder like the plague if they knew who he was, but she wasn't going to say anything about it. Ankh didn't like talking much, so she usually just said as little as possible. "Okay," she replied, giving a one shoulder shrug. "Lexi sent me to get you. Didn't want you to miss selling." It was pretty important that most newsies sold both editions daily in order to pay rent and have enough left to eat. Only people like the leaders could sell enough in one edition to get all they needed and even then they still usually sold both.
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Post by Sweetheart Snow on Jan 3, 2012 18:17:38 GMT -5
Sweetheart nodded. "Now I know to avoid Snyder." she mumbled to herself. She did not want this to happen again. She nodded. "Yeah. Yet another day of idiots thinking I'm ten." she frowned. She knew that she looked younger than fifteen but it got on her nerves. She was always treated like a ten year old. Sure it helped her sell more papers but she still hated it. She shrugged. "I'm sorry I caused you to get behind." she apologized.
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