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Post by Race on Sept 27, 2011 19:58:10 GMT -5
Jack burrowed deeper under the thin sheets on his bunk, making a weak attempt to hide from the sun that filtered through the murky glass panes of the lodging house windows. He could hear the others snoring slowly around him, or mumbling in their sleep, his fellow newsies, his family. He heard the soft footfalls of their proprieter, Kloppman come up the stairs.
"UP! GET UP! SELL DA PAPES! UP UP! RACETRACK! BLINK! SKITTERY!"
Jack burrowed his head into his pillow more,moaning as he felt the touch of the older man,
"Hey Cowboy!" he said, "Time to get up!" the pillow was jerked from under him and hit him on his head, making him grin, "SELL DA PAPERS!"
Racetrack moaned, rolling off of the bed and into the floor, he felt around on the bedside table for his morning cigar, not finding it, "FAH DA LOVE 'A GOD SNIPES!" he leapt across the bunks to the one opposite, getting the other Newsie in a headlock, "GIMME MAH CIGAR!" "YOU'LL STEAL *irk* ANUDDA!" "I DON' CARE DAT ONE 'AS MINE!" he ripped the cigar from the younger boy, sticking it in his mouth, "Ya bum..."
((miss me? I missed Jack, so guess what? Has a Cowboy, and a Racetrack. WE'S BACK IN BIDNESS! Why that quote for title? I dunno, it sounded good.))
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Post by Brooklyn on Sept 27, 2011 22:05:30 GMT -5
Blink sat up in bed, shaking out his messy hair to let it fall into place. He smirked at Race and Snipes, this was just a normal thing for them. After waking up a little, he jumped from his top bunk and got dressed, preparing himself for a rough day of selling. It was getting colder and that meant less people outside than usual. Many people just didn't go out if they could help it. It had been a strange year full of disappearances and other happenings that just couldn't be explained and so some people were terrified to even go out during the summer.
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Post by Tellie on Sept 27, 2011 22:15:50 GMT -5
As the other newsies got ready for the day, Lucky curled up in her bed and moaned. Kloppman came over to her bunk and poked her shoulder.
"I feel awful," she mumbled, but threw the blanket off of herself and sat up. She felt like she was getting a cold because of the weather change. Stupid New York weather, she mumbled, standing up and rummaging for a dress for the day. As she sifted through the fabric in her trunk at the foot of her bunk, she found an eyepatch buried in the folds of one of her dresses.
"Blink!" she cried, standing up and turning around. "Why is your eyepatch in my dress?"
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Post by Brooklyn on Sept 27, 2011 22:18:44 GMT -5
"Been lookin' fa dat," Blink said, taking it and walking away, avoiding the question.
(( XD ))
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Post by Race on Sept 27, 2011 22:24:11 GMT -5
"whadda hell blink?" Race asked, the newly attained cigar in his mouth as he sauntered off to the washroom "keepin' ya eyepatch in a goils trunk? S'matter wit you?!"
Jack hopped off the top bunk and went into the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face to wake himself up, then running it through his hair.
BJ glared at Kloppman with one eye open, then got up, not liking the weather at all, she scratched her head and yawned, disappearing into one of the stalls.
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Post by Tellie on Sept 27, 2011 22:28:52 GMT -5
Lucky pulled out a dress and made her way to the bathroom to change. She passed by Blondie's bunk and pulled on her friend's elbow. "Wake up," she told her, sneezed, and kept going.
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Post by Brooklyn on Sept 27, 2011 22:38:04 GMT -5
Blink looked at Race and shrugged. "I just...misplaced it... Besides, I can't keep everythin' in mah pants like you." He stuck his tongue out at him.
Blondie stirred, rubbing her eyes. "Thanks for sneezing on me." she said, laughing a little. She had had a pretty wild night out with Bj and Lucky the night before and had been too tired (not to mention a little tipsy) to go back to Brooklyn so late.
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Post by Race on Sept 27, 2011 22:44:40 GMT -5
Bj came out of the stall, getting stared at by Snitch, "WHADDYA STARIN AT BUCKY!?" she yelled, making him throw his toothbrush in the air.
Race stared, then stuck his head out at Blondie and Lucky "Whatcha do ta my goilfriend last night? Switch her for da antichrist?" he asked.
Jack felt shaving cream get flicked on his cheek by Pie-Eater, he flicked more at his face before cleaning up and getting his bandana and hat on.
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Post by Tellie on Sept 27, 2011 22:49:22 GMT -5
"BJ's no different than she normally is," Lucky replied, tying the laces on her boots. "Except maybe a little more irritable." She'd spent the night fighting off drinking games from her friends at the bar around the corner. She drank, sure, but she wasn't as heavy a drinker as Blondie or Blackjack. The night ended with Blackjack, drunk, trying to start a fight with the bartender, calling him all sorts of names in Italian that no one knew the meaning of except for her. For all anyone else knew, she was calling him a mushroom.
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Post by Brooklyn on Sept 27, 2011 22:52:43 GMT -5
Blondie couldn't suppress a grin as she quickly got dressed. She had always been able to hold her alcohol rather well, so it took a lot for her to get drunk. She was almost there last night, but not quite.
Blink pulled his hat down over his head and slid down the banister of the stairs. He was in a very good mood this morning for some reason.
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Post by Race on Sept 27, 2011 22:55:59 GMT -5
((-yells at Tellie's david icon- YES! WIT YA MUDDAH!))
"Oh mah head..." Bj swayed a little then stuck her head into the water barrel hoping the cold would render some sort of relief.
Race stared, "great...now you'se gunna die of pnemonia.." he shook his head, running down the stairs in time to steal Blink's hat as he walked by, " C'mon ya bum!" he grinned, running off down the road.
Jack laughed, following after the rest of them as they piled down the stairs into the cold morning.
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Post by Tellie on Sept 27, 2011 23:00:48 GMT -5
Lucky walked out into the chilly air and shivered then sneezed again. The sky was grey and the sun seemed hidden behind clouds. Lucky hugged herself and pressed on, using her long hair to warm her neck and ears.
David was waiting at the corner, blowing warm air into his hands. His mom wouldn't let Les come with him when it got cooler outside so he was by himself, waiting for everyone else to show up so he'd have people to walk to the distribution center with. When he saw them approaching, he pushed off from the wall and headed their way. Race was running as fast as his legs would go, Blink's hat in hand, and Blink was close on his heels.
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Post by Brooklyn on Sept 27, 2011 23:05:45 GMT -5
Blink finally caught up with Race, snatching his hat and then pausing for a moment to catch his breath. "Geez... I gotta stop smokin'." he panted.
Blondie followed the others wondering who had disappeared in today's headline. Something strange was going on in the city and no one could figure out what. There had been so many disappearances, but no bodies had been recovered.
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Post by Race on Sept 27, 2011 23:09:44 GMT -5
Race lit up the cigar finally, "Heya Davey, how ya doin'?" he asked, kind of smug that he'd made Blink run out of breath.
Jack finally caught up with Race and Blink, laughing a bit, "Geez Blink ya let da Italian beat ya taday?" he asked, he continued to walk past them, turning around backwards so he could talk to them better.
BJ had stuffed her wet hair into her hat and bundled up in a scarf, running to catch up with the others, "Stupid cold weather.." she saw Snitch eyeing her again, "WHADDYA WANT!?" she yelled, making him scatter.
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Post by Tellie on Sept 27, 2011 23:12:31 GMT -5
David looked at Blackjack with a bit of fright in his eyes. "What's wrong with her?" he asked.
"Hungover," Lucky told him, wrapping her arms tighter around herself. Damn dresses and their thin fabric.
"You look frozen," David told her. "Don't you have a jacket or a scarf or something?"
"My scarf is somewhere in my trunk, but I got a little distracted while looking through it this morning when I found an eyepatch." She said this last part loudly, glancing back at Blink.
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