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Post by Tellie on Sept 30, 2011 21:25:53 GMT -5
Lucky was on the main floor of the Manhattan Lodging House, sitting in the window seat and wringing her hands in her lap as she waited for David (and Boots and Bumlets, who had gone with him) to return. The rest of the newsies were upstairs with Jack as they talked about what had happened. They'd asked her to keep an eye out for David, Max, Spot, Blondie, or anyone else.
She saw Blondie and Spot hurrying across the road toward the lodging house with two red-headed Brooklyn newsies, Aces and Spades, behind them. "Jack!" she cried, running to the staircase. Pie-Eater stuck his head over the railing. "Spot and Blondie are coming!" Pie-Eater nodded and disappeared. Within seconds, Jack was coming down the stairs faster than Lucky had ever seen him go.
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Post by Race on Oct 2, 2011 13:56:02 GMT -5
Jack just looked up and looked out the window, "Tell 'em to come up," he'd went down the stairs partway then back up, cigar and cigarette smoke billowed down the staircase from how long the Manhattan newsies had been up there, Jack still hadn't heard from David yet, he hoped Max hadn't punched in the walking mouth. He'd finished up telling all the newsies where to go hours ago, it was about sunset now and the street lamps were starting to come on one at a time. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~s~
Max stared at David as he finished, "Gahd, if it ain' one ting wit Manhattan it's anuddah..." he said rather irritably, "An' a Brooklyn newsie's dead huh?" he lit up a cigarette, watching David from the corner of his eye with intimidation, as if the giant group of buffed up newsies weren't enough, most of his boys bustled about getting ready, "I suppose I can come to da aide...I don' wanna find one 'a my boys dead in da streets.." he blew out a puff a smoke, "Pyro, Scuffle, Toinpike, c'mon...we's gotta pay Manhattan a lil' visit..." he gestured to David, "C'mon Davey..we ain' got much sunlight left...an' dese streets ain' safe den.."
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 2, 2011 14:11:06 GMT -5
Blink sat on top of his bunk silently. His good mood had gone out the door when he'd found out about Sophie. Just last night he had gone out around midnight to meet her and they had been together for a long time, just talking and roaming through the streets of both Manhattan and Brooklyn all night. Blink had offered to walk her back from the Brooklyn bridge, but she had insisted that she would be okay since it was such a short distance. Now he regretted listening to her. Still, he was in such a state of shock and disbelief that the news hadn't really hit him yet. He just absentmindedly smoked cigarette after cigarette, staring off into space and halfway comprehending everything that the others were talking about.
Spot led the small group of Brooklyn newsies into the lodging house, knowing Jack was expecting them. They said a quick hello to Lucky, then followed the cloud of smoke and the sound of voices up the stairs.
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Post by Tellie on Oct 4, 2011 9:49:51 GMT -5
Lucky nodded hello to Spot and the Brooklyn newsies, then turned back toward the window to wait for David.
(( Filler post >.> ))
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Post by Race on Oct 5, 2011 12:45:38 GMT -5
Max and his boys with David appeared out of a side alley way, turning and looking at the Manhattan lodging house then led the way up to the entrance.
Pyro looked at Turnpike, "He does know we left Clepto alone doesn't he?" he asked, after they'd already gotten there.
"Ah hell...we ain' gunna have anyone left." Turnpike said back.
Max closed his eyes at their words, he'd deal with that later. He nodded to Lucky, looking back at David to make sure he was still there, "Ya man's fine" he said laugh a little and heading up the stairs.
Jack saw Max and them and met them at the top of the stairs, "Bout time Conlon," he joked lightly.
"Yeah Yeah Kelly, you'se always drag me back heah," he smirked, spit shaking Jack and following him into the room. "So what's all dis about moidah?"
Race lit up another cigar, all this tense waiting was making him nervous, and only made him shuffle his cards faster, the worn edges making him feel better.
(behh...terribleness..)
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Post by Tellie on Oct 7, 2011 9:03:22 GMT -5
David sat on a bunk while he listened to Jack recount Sophie's murder to the other newsies, with help from Blondie. He saw a few cringe when Blondie got a little too descriptive, but most of them just became red with anger.
Lucky stayed downstairs, pulling a book off of a shelf to read. The guys always seemed to find her more delicate than the other female newsies and she knew that they'd just make her stay down there anyway while they talked about murderers running around New York. But she couldn't focus on the words. Her eyes kept drifting off the page and out the window, watching everyone walk by wrapped in jackets and scarves, pushing against the wind.
All of a sudden, the front door banged open, sounding like a bullet, making Lucky jump and throw her book. She looked back and, luckily, only saw Les standing there, bundled in a thick coat and a scarf that went up over his nose. "Lucky!" he cried, running over to her.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Ma and me were shopping when we heard the news. Snyder's missing!"
"What?"
Les nodded. "No one knows where he went. People think he got kidnapped or somethin'!"
Lucky frowned. This wasn't good, and Jack needed to hear about it. "Come on, the guys are all upstairs. They need to know about this."
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 8, 2011 11:38:12 GMT -5
((ooc: please don't make my murderer stupid enough to walk into a place where there are so many people that you just don't mess with in broad daylight. I had otherwise planned for him to do stuff, but I made him the kind of murderer who is crafty because he hasn't been caught yet, so he can't just walk into a place like that in broad daylight. I'm not trying to be mean it's just that I had plans for my character. So if you would edit him out of that post I would be greatly appreciative lol. I don't care if you make people go missing but I just don't want someone else to play a character that I developed and make my character do things. please and thank you ))
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Post by Tellie on Oct 8, 2011 19:01:04 GMT -5
(( I didn't realize we were considering him your personal character, that was never clearly established. I wasn't trying to make him "stupid," I was trying to add drama because no one was really saying anything anymore. Sorry. ))
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 8, 2011 21:29:54 GMT -5
(( It's cool, I'm not mad. I should have clarified that before. I didn't mean to sound rude in that last post, it's just Race and I were talking about how funny it would be for a murderer to just walk up into the lodging house with Max and some of his boys, Spot and some of his people, and Jack and ALL of his people. That guy would die XD ))
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 8, 2011 21:43:06 GMT -5
Blink got angrier with every word as they described the image of Sophie's dead body and the fact that she wouldn't get a proper burial because the killer had taken her body to God knows where. He was still chainsmoking cigarettes, lighting one up right after the other without realizing it. It kept his shaking hands busy. He reached over to a tray he had beside him on his bunk and ashed, taking another drag and sighing. This is all my fault... he thought.
Spades and Aces weren't their usual selves. If it had been any other day, they would have been messing with Racetrack just to watch him get angry. Today, however, none of the Brooklyn newsies were feeling like cutting up. Sophie had been the little sister to all the newsies and every one of the Brooklynites had always loved her and watched out for her.
Spot sat between Blondie and Spades, listening to the whole story again. It made him angry that something like this had happened to one of his newsies, especially Sophie. He was determined to avenge her.
Blondie, shook slightly as she spoke. "And then I ran into Jack. Literally..." she finished.
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Post by Race on Oct 8, 2011 21:50:22 GMT -5
Max leaned against one of the bunks listening to everything, Pyro sat behind him on the bed part, they'd both only met Sophie once or twice, and she'd been a pretty sweet kid, Max hated that something like that had happened to her.
Race cracked and flipped the cards in the air, he stared at them and rolled his eyes, inhaling on the cigar so hard the embers in the tip lit up and he choked on the smoke, getting hit in the back by Snipes, "thanks..." he muttered.
Jack then took over explaining, pausing only when heard the door open downstairs, "Hold on.." he said, looking down the stairs at Lucky and Les, he waved them both upstairs, he'd only caught the tail end of what Les had shot out. He finished up his side of it, "So I got da boys to get all a you'se, cause we don' know where dis guy can hit next, or if he's just stickin' ta Manhattan, from da loiks of da papahs he's been hittin' my side the most, but who knows if he'll go inta Brooklyn, or even brave da Bronx, "he nodded at Spot, then at Max, then looked at Les, "Now what's dis about Snydah?" he asked.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 15, 2012 22:20:44 GMT -5
Before Les could answer, Blink interrupted, abruptly jumping down to the floor below from his bunk and walked toward the stairs. "More cigarettes," he muttered, walking out without a word to anyone else. He knew he needed to be there for the meeting, but he couldn't stand to be there for one more second.
Spades stared after Blink. "He doesn't need to be out there alone on the streets, with the mood he's in. He'll either kill or be killed."
"I'll go with him," Blondie said, standing up. "I think I've pretty much said all I can say and I need some air anyway."
Spot reached in his pocket and pulled out a butterfly knife, handing it to her. "Use it if you have to."
Blondie nodded and pocketed the knife, running off down the stairs after Blink, who was out the door and in the streets by this time. "Blink! Wait up!" she said, jogging after him and catching up in no time.
Blink glared ahead as he walked. "I don't need a damn babysitter." he said coldly, not even looking over at her. He never spoke to anyone like that, but he wasn't in his right mind at the moment.
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Post by shaunosheep on Jan 24, 2012 15:06:24 GMT -5
Back inside the bunkroom, Les was continuing with his story. The reactions in the room varied from horror to vague amusement. Snyder was missing.
Race wheezed on his cigar once more, gaining another large smack on the back from Snipe.
Skittery walked towards the other end of the room, ignoring Snoddy's hand when he reached out towards him.
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Post by Race on Jan 24, 2012 15:19:17 GMT -5
Race glared at Snipes over his shoulder, but slightly grateful. He watched Blink storm out raising his eyebrow when Blondie followed, "Think Blink's alright?" he asked.
Max listened to the kid, raising his eyebrow and wondering what moron would go after the ex warden of The Refuse, "Dis guy must have some kinda nerve t'go after that man.." he commented, smirking a little when Snipeshooter hit Race again, he knew he had liked that kid for some reason.
Jack waited for Les to finish, "Exactly," he said agree with Max, "I wanna know who he is, and t'tell all of you t'be careful sellin' out there. buddy system if ya gotta."
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 24, 2012 23:53:08 GMT -5
Spades and Aces were now standing over by where Race and Snipeshooter were, slightly restless and not wanting to sit down anymore. Spades heard Race's question and shook his head. "They were really close, been sneaking out with each other for months but keeping it under wraps. He's just really angry and upset right now, it'll pass. You know how he is with women... I think he feels guilty more than anything."
Spot didn't have anything to add for once. He had been more quiet than usual all night, still in a state of disbelief that Sophie was never going to bounce into the Brooklyn lodging house again. He absentmindedly nodded at Skittery as he walked by.
Blondie glared at Blink. "I didn't come to babysit you, I came because I needed air. If you wanna be a jerk about it, fine, but you remember this, Blink: You're NOT the only one that lost someone today. We all loved Sophie, and I know you had something special with her, but storming off and pushing everyone else away like this isn't going to help you one bit!"
Blink turned around and, in a fit of blind rage, shoved her hard against the side of a nearby building. "I don't need your sympathy either! Just BUTT OUT!"
Blondie bounced off of the wall, the breath slightly knocked out of her, but she didn't hesitate for one second. She rared back and slapped Blink, but not too hard, just to try and snap him out of it. "Get ahold of yourself, Blink! For everyone's sake..."
Blink seemed to snap out of it. "Sorry..." he mumbled. He shoved his hands in his pockets and continued to walk toward the park.
"It's okay," Blondie said, walking with him. "You wanna tell me what's really on your mind?"
Blink shrugged. "I should have walked her home last night. We were out all night and she told me she would be okay from the Brooklyn Bridge to the lodging house and I let her go. She was just so young and helpless... Why couldn't that guy pick on someone his own size?"
Blondie nodded. She already knew for a fact that Sophie and Blink had been all over each other for months, but never committed. Sure, they had thought about it, but before they could agree to anything, all this had happened. She also knew that most of the 'relationship' (if you could call it that) had been based on the physical aspect. It only made sense that the biggest thing troubling Blink was guilt. "Blink you couldn't have known what would happen. It's not your fault, it was just Sophie being in the wrong place at the wrong time."
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