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Post by Administrator on Dec 22, 2009 13:57:36 GMT -5
There are benches all over the park.
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Post by Rita Thomas on Jan 14, 2010 18:34:05 GMT -5
Rita was curled up on one of the wooden benches reading a book. She was supposed to be selling at the moment, she only had three or four papers left. But when she was selling earlier that day she saw a book in the library, The Prince and the Pauper. Her attention quickly shifted from the papers in her hand, to the book. Now it was two hours later, and she was in Central Park reading the book.
She loved to read, it was something that she got from her parents. Her mother was a school teacher before she married her father. And her father was an aspiring writer. Before her parents died, her father would read to the three children every night before they went to bed.
Her eyes began to hurt from looking at the pages, she glanced around for something to keep her place in the book. She grabbed one of her papers and carefully tore a strip off, before placing it in the book. Rita decided that that paper was now hers, she usually liked keeping a paper to read so she knew the current news and what was going on in New York. If she knew the news, it was easier to make up a headline, then it was easier to sell the papers with an interesting headline. She had it down to an art.
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Post by Queenie on Jan 14, 2010 19:14:34 GMT -5
Queenie walked around Manhattan, looking for something to do. Naturally she could of asked one of her newsies if they would like to play chess, but most of them had gotten smart and realized that they probably wouldn't win against her. But then again this was Queenie, and she was QUEEN of the insane, so it really wasn't like she couldn't find anything to do. She had finished selling, so she had come to Manhattan, to see if they lost anyone. She already had to eliminate two pieces from Brooklyn's side of the chess board.
That's when Queenie noticed the newsie that had been reading. She strode over, and stood in front of the girl, "Want some help sellin' youh papes? Ise already sold mine while I was in da Bronx. I'm Queenie," she held her hand out for the girl to shake, "Bronx leadah, at youh service!" well she really didn't have to add the Bronx leader part, it was just fun being able to say a title. As long as she kept it. Thank god her newsies knew not to try and kick her out otherwise she'd drive them insane.
But then again she already did drive them insane. It was only a matter of time before they actually tried to kill Queenie.
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Post by Rita Thomas on Jan 14, 2010 19:48:00 GMT -5
"Want some help sellin' youh papes? Ise already sold mine while I was in da Bronx. I'm Queenie, Bronx leadah, at youh service!"
Rita glanced up when she heard someone approach her, a girl was now standing in front of her. She nodded in response to the girl's question, "Sure, any help is fine by me. I was doin' fine sellin' and all, until I found a book." She chuckled. When Queenie introduced herself, Rita cocked an eyebrow, "The Bronx, eh? Well it's nice to meet a fellow newsie, 'specially a newsie leader." She shook her hand and smiled, "Nice to meet ya, Queenie. I'm Rita."
She played with the small hole that was forming at the bottom of her shirt. "So we only have to sell those two," She said, gesturing the the two papers with her head. "The other one I kinda used the headline to make a bookmark. It's my own personal paper." Rita said with a grin.
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Post by Queenie on Jan 14, 2010 19:59:13 GMT -5
"Nice to meet ya, Queenie. I'm Rita."..."The other one I kinda used the headline to make a bookmark. It's my own personal paper."
She laughed, "Nice to meet youse too," she took one of Rita's newspapers and yelled loudly, "LAST PAPE! Brooklyn warehouses distraught with controversy!" A man came up and paid her for the paper, and she handed it to Rita, "It's all about how loud ya are in da Bronx, so Ise figured that would help too." She was grinning ear to ear, and she flipped one of her own pennies around her ring clad fingers.
Queenie loved her rings, they were what helped her think, and sell. They were her good luck charms, no matter what. Maybe everyone else had good luck charms, but her's were what she loved most. The best part was that she had almost twenty, so she never had to worry about ruining her luck. Rita looked like she didn't need luck, but she still seemed nice so she hung around. "So how's things in 'Hattan since the war? I gotta know so I can update me chess board."
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Post by Rita Thomas on Jan 14, 2010 20:08:28 GMT -5
"It's all about how loud ya are in da Bronx, so Ise figured that would help too."
Rita laughed, "Obviously it did." She said, as she took the penny. "Thank you, kindly." She put the penny in the pocket of her skirt, and grinned. She didn't exactly need the extra money, her parents taught her and her siblings how to live on really nothing. But it was nice to have a few cents lying around for an emergency or something.
"So how's things in 'Hattan since the war? I gotta know so I can update me chess board."
"Chess board?" She asked with a confused look on her delicate features. "Uh, good I guess." She said, "I haven't been payin' that much attention." She started playing with the ends of her brown hair, "As far as I know everyone's just fine, for now anyways. Ya never know who'll get into some trouble next." She said.
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Post by Queenie on Jan 16, 2010 1:30:59 GMT -5
She smiled and replied cheerfully, "Anytime! I would of done the same for anyone else! Well, except maybe Harlem, I don't know about them yet." Queenie sometimes thought to much, but as long as no one was dead yet she was alright! 'Wait,' she thought quickly, 'Those Brooklynites aren't dead, right?' she mentally shook her head, 'Nope! I would know!' Maybe she ought to stop having those inward mind arguements, but she couldn't help it. It was what gave her spunk, and it was what brought spunk to her newsies! So she would continue this until she wasn't leader!
"Chess board?"
Queenie nodded her head vigorously, "Yep! I own a chess board, with five sides. One for each borough. I play out the wars as a chess game," She beamed, "It's pretty genius, if I do say so meself." Was the statement full of itself? Yes! But she didn't care! It was true.... in her mind. It drove others crazy, but it didn't bother her none. It was her best game, and her best strategy.
"As far as I know everyone's just fine, for now anyways. Ya never know who'll get into some trouble next."
"Alright! I was just making sure there wasn't any kidnappins' here to! Then I would have to move more pawns, and reajust the boards and it would be tiring." Rita probably didn't know what she was talking about. But hey! Not all of them would know, especially with war around.
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