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Post by Brooklyn on Sept 27, 2011 23:18:14 GMT -5
"Don' worry, it won' happen again," Blink said to Jack, play-punching Race on the shoulder, then he heard Lucky and inched away, avoiding the subject again. Skitts had bet him two bucks that he wouldn't...well, you get it. It just so happened that somehow his eyepatch had gotten caught on something and snapped off into the trunk and he had heard someone coming up the stairs, so he'd just shut it and grabbed his extra one, jumping on his bunk and acting like nothing had happened.
Blondie smirked, knowing that whatever had been done must have been done last night while they were out.
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Post by Tellie on Sept 27, 2011 23:27:22 GMT -5
"I don't know what they were doing in my trunk but I don't think it was good," Lucky told David, eyeing Blink. "Where's Les?"
"Ma doesn't like him going outside too much when it gets colder," David replied. "Plus with all the disappearances lately..." he trailed off.
"She has a right to worry then."
The group made it to the distribution center and got in a line for their papes. The first few read the headline out to the rest of them. A group of three teenage boys had gone missing, this time from Queens.
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Post by Race on Sept 28, 2011 19:47:45 GMT -5
" I bet da disappearences are just some kinda epidemic...dat happens sometimes, people get sick and drop off an' da papes say it's disappearences" Jack said, looking up at the headline board then going on into the distribution center.
Race wasn't comfortable with the headline, he shrugged his shoulders a bit, hoping what Jack said was right, that had happened before, they weren't the only ones to stretch the truth to sell a paper.
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Post by Tellie on Sept 28, 2011 20:19:46 GMT -5
"You don't think there's some psycho killer running around out there? Or a kidnapper?" Lucky whispered to David.
David shook his head. "I wouldn't worry too much about that," he told her. "Jack's probably right." At least, he hoped Jack was right. But he had a sinking feeling that it was a little more than just an epidemic.
They got their papes and went out to the gate of the distribution center, looking around. Hardly anyone was outside. It was getting harder and harder to sell to anyone because they all stayed inside, either from the cold, the random disappearances, or both.
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Post by Brooklyn on Sept 28, 2011 21:59:42 GMT -5
Blondie got her usual 50 (well usual for the colder weather) and headed out to sell closer to Brooklyn so she didn't butt in on people's selling spots. She had sold only five when she heard a crash in a nearby alleyway and cocked an eyebrow, walking over to see what was going on. When she got close enough to the alleyway to see into it, she gasped. Lying motionless on the ground and covered in blood was a newsie that she recognizzed from Brooklyn, one a year younger than her that had been in Brooklyn since before even she had come there. She ran over to the girl on the ground and knelt down to see if she was still living. "Sophie?" she said in a slightly hysteric tone.
The girl's eyes slowly opened and Blondie could tell she was weak, approaching the end of her suffering. "Blondie?" she winced as she talked. "It's him, he's the one that's been responsible for the disappearances... He's killed so many people..."
Blondie's eyes were wide with shock from the disturbing image of Sophie's mangled body. "Who?"
"Run... Get away from here..." Sophie said and then she breathed her last, her eyes closing for good.
Blondie took her hat off as her eyes slowly teared up. She bowed her head for a moment as a sign of respect for the dead girl and just as she lifted her head up, she heard a noise behind her. Whipping around, she saw a man with a murderous glint in his eye and a blood-covered knife in his left hand at his side. Blondie jumped up and staggered backward away from him as he approached her, tripping over the overturned trash can that had been the source of the noise that lured her here in the first place. She caught one more look at his eyes before scrambling to her feet again and running as fast as she could away from there. There were no footsteps behind her, but she dared not stop running. She ran around a corner and collided with Jack, stopping her short. Her heart was pounding so quickly and she was trembling from head to foot. She knew the guy hadn't followed her, but she couldn't stop shaking. One of her close friends was dead. Blondie looked from Jack, to David beside him, and then to Lucky beside him, then her legs turned to Jell-O and she collapsed to her knees onto the cold ground, trying to get a hold of herself.
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Post by Race on Sept 28, 2011 22:01:33 GMT -5
Jack threw his papers down and picked her up "Geez Blondie what happened t'you'se? What's wrong?" he asked, looking at her concerned.
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Post by Tellie on Sept 28, 2011 22:10:27 GMT -5
Lucky grabbed Blondie's hand, throwing her papers into David's arms, and squeezed it. "She's cold, even for today. BJ!!!!!" she screamed, whipping her head around and looking for their friend. She knew she'd want to be there.
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Post by Brooklyn on Sept 28, 2011 22:14:40 GMT -5
"She's dead... He killed her..." Blondie said, her voice slightly hysterical and quivering as much as her hands were. She felt sick to her stomach, unable to rid her mind of the image of Sophie.
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Post by Race on Sept 28, 2011 22:17:29 GMT -5
"Killed who?" Jack asked
"HUH?!" Bj was across the way and came over, resting her papers on her hips, she stared, "what happened ta her?" she asked, looking at Jack then at Lucky.
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Post by Tellie on Sept 28, 2011 22:22:34 GMT -5
"Who killed someone?" Lucky asked, still grasping Blondie's hand.
"We need to get her to the Lodging House so she can lay down," David said, grabbing Blondie's papers from the ground. "She's probably in shock, but if she's resting it might help."
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Post by Brooklyn on Sept 28, 2011 22:28:33 GMT -5
"No, no... I'm fine." she inhaled deeply,clasping her hands together to try and make them stop shaking, then spoke again. "Sophie's dead..." she said, then proceeded to explain to them the whole story of what had just happened.
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Post by Race on Sept 28, 2011 22:35:56 GMT -5
Jack stared, "Did ya get a good look at his face?" he asked, "Did he loik familiar in anyway?" he'd only heard of Sophie and never met her in person, he did know she was a Brooklyn newsie.
"Oh shit....where's Race?" Bj panicked.
Race came up behind her "What's da fire?" BJ tackled him, "GEEZ WOMAN! WHADDA...oh...deah me what happened heah?"
Bj explained, "Dere's a psycho on da loose killin' people!" she said frantically right into his face.
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Post by Brooklyn on Sept 28, 2011 22:50:02 GMT -5
"I didn't recognize him, but I would recognize those bloodthirsty eyes anywhere if I saw them again. I need to go find Spot and let him know what's happened." Blondie said. "Her body is more than likely long gone by now..." she said sadly, then looked at Race. "It was Sophie..." Sophie had played cards with Race, Skitts, Blink, and a few of the other Manhattan boys many times. She was particularly good at rummy. They had all been pretty close friends of hers and she had loved hanging out with them. Some people even said Blink had been a potential love interest of hers. She was closer to him than any of the others.
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Post by Race on Sept 29, 2011 8:36:22 GMT -5
Race's eyes bulged in his skull, "Caro me....." he started hyperventilating, then spouted off a string of Italian curse words that went into what sounded like frantic Italian gibberish, "DEY GUNNA KILL US ALL!" he finally got out in english, he pulled his hat off, wiping his brow, "I'm too young to die! I'm too ITALIAN ta die!"
BJ slapped him, "GET AHOLT OF YASELF HIGGINS! THEY DON'T WANT YA SKINNY TOOKUS" she glared at him.
Race stood there, in shock that BJ had just slapped him, he looked at her "really woman? REALLY?! Ya slapped me?"
"Someone had to!" she retorted, crossing her arms, loosing the papers she had in her hand.
"Okay, go tell Spot,also David, can ya go to da Bronx? Tell Max, he needs ta know what's goin' on, if possible get him ta come here..." Jack asked, his features going into as deep concentration as Jack Kelly could muster, he didn't like murder's happening in his territory, especially it being someone from Brooklyn who was killed, if Spot wasn't the leader and hadn't been here, god knows the accusations.
((Yes..send David to the Bronx Jack...that's safe -_-))
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Post by Brooklyn on Sept 30, 2011 16:59:47 GMT -5
Blondie nodded ran the whole way to Brooklyn. She found Spot easily. He was sitting at the docks on top of a rather tall pile of crates.
Spot saw Blonide running and he could tell that something was wrong. Furrowing his brow, he jumped down and went to meet her. "Hey, what's wrong?"
"Something's....happened..." Blondie puffed, pausing for a moment to catch her breath.
Spot steered her over to a crate to sit down and sat beside her. "What is it?" he asked, waiting patiently for her to catch her breath enough to speak.
"Spot...Sophie's dead." Blondie said, her voice shaking as the whole scene flashed before her eyes again.
Spot's stomach dropped like lead. "How'd it happen?"
Blondie explained the whole story again.
Spot took a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair to push it back. "We need ta round up everyone, then I want to go talk to Jack." he said finally. A short time later they had rounded up all the Brooklyn newsies into the lodging house. "Listen up." Everyone got quiet, turning their attention to Spot and waiting for him to explain what was going on. "One of our own is dead. Sophie was murdered." There was a moment of chatter as some of the Brooklynites gasped and others started asking questions at the same time, but then all just got quiet except for a sniffle here and there from a few of the crying female newsies. Spot continued. "The guy dat killed Sophie is the guy that has been responsible for all of the disappearances that have been sellin' our papes. I don't want anyone goin' out alone fah now. I'm goin' ta talk wit Jack and leavin' Reilly in charge. Fah now, just watch ya backs. Blondie, Spades, Aces, let's go."
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