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Post by Administrator on Apr 15, 2010 15:03:00 GMT -5
The kitchen isn't exactly well stocked but.... hey, how did this liquor get here? These kids shouldn't be drinking this.
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Post by Smalls on Jan 26, 2011 13:34:32 GMT -5
A constant soft thud could be heard throughout the Brooklyn lodging house, though there were few around to hear it. As it was nearly every afternoon, the place was deserted, leaving the small blonde that was sprawled out on the kitchen counter very much alone with her thoughts.
thud. thud. thud.
Laying on her back with one leg draped over the edge and her head resting near the sink, Smalls continued to toss the small apple at the ceiling with decided purpose and intensity. She was bored. She was so, damn, bored. Life had become monotonous the past few months, and its strict adherence to a pattern of nothing had begun to chafe away at her mind.
"Bored." thud.
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Post by Zeke Cooper on Jan 26, 2011 23:59:53 GMT -5
Zeke had his bag over his shoulder and a smoke dangling from his lips. Spot's summons had reached him all the way in Atlantic City, having him back on the first train he could catch that he didn't have to pay for. He'd been doing fighting there, the boxing was good and the gambling was better he'd been making some good money. Tilting his head to watch the blond toss the apple he smirked a bit as he walked closer and snatched the orb out of the air before it could land back in her hands.
It had been awhile, since that kid died in his arms. Zeke didn't talk about it. "How's it rollin'?"
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Post by Smalls on Jan 29, 2011 18:46:15 GMT -5
Smalls sat up immediately when the hand appeared and snatched away her only amusement. "Hey what's the... Cooper?" A rare vibrant grin spread across her features, her eyes taking on an almost manic shine as she sat more upright. Sure she had missed her fellow Brooklynite, but there was also a small part of her that was just thrilled to have found any kind of possible entertainment. "Whaddya mean how's it rollin', where you been ya bum?" She quickly snatched the apple out of his hands, hopping down from the counter to do so but quickly hopping back up where she was perched eye level with the tall boxer.
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Post by Zeke Cooper on Jan 30, 2011 17:35:57 GMT -5
He smirked, ruffled up her hair as soon as she took the apple back from him. There was something to do in bothering Smalls as he dropped his napsack to the floor and gave her a wide grin. One of four girls in the Borough he'd never even considered female, because there was death implied in that.
"Atlantic City, some fights out there, good gamblin', good eats, good times." and it was far away from this. From the borough, from that kid what died in his arms, from-- just that feeling that he didn't like. He was better off, that kid. But it didn't mean it hadn't shaken up the Brooklynite some enough he needed to get away. "How's things been, Smalls?"
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Post by Smalls on Feb 8, 2011 22:52:34 GMT -5
Smalls shrugged carelessly at his question, though its answer was the very thing literally driving her to drink. Well, drink more. "Oh ya know, same ol' nothin'." She began tossing her apple again, glancing at him thoughtfully in the silence. She was giving him a look that all of Brooklyn was familiar with, and that all of them seemed very often to express to one another, that said, "I know there's more you're not telling me, I'm not going to ask, but you know I care."
"So," she said decisively, hopping down from the counter and stepping past him before turning around. "Good gamblin' huh?" She grabbed the hat that was sticking out of his knapsack and planted it firmly on her head, leaning against the door frame with a mischievous grin. "McGinty's on you then?"
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Post by Zeke Cooper on Feb 25, 2011 15:53:30 GMT -5
He smirked at her look, he knew she cared. Though most of the Brooklyn kids had the spines that could keep people at a distance, they were probably the most loyal and did care the most about one another. You wouldn't see any of them betraying Brooklyn or each other in the long run. Loyalty was far too important to them.
With a smirk he walked towards her and tossed an arm around the blond's shoulders, "Yeah yeah, on me. This time, doll." Tugging her away from the door frame the man made his way to the pub. Good times to ber had, he was back.
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