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Post by Penny on Jul 22, 2010 22:18:46 GMT -5
Fumbling with the buttons on her old jacket, Penny tried to look as presentable as possible. Rumor had it that Spot and Doll were going to have a kid. She was going to go and offer her services as a nurse. Penny didn't exactly go to medical school or anything, but she did almost finish Finishing School. She knew how to care for pregnant women and their newborns. Plus, Penny loved to help people in anyway that she could. She looked at the jacket. It was from when she was 11. The sleeves were too short and the trench coat came to her hips as opposed to all the way down to her knees. It didn't matter that much. She looked more presentable then before. Penny rolled up the sleeves and trudged out of the Bronx boarding home.
She walked quickly down the long streets until she arrived at her destination. The Brooklyn Bridge. Taking a deep breath, Penny shuffled across the suspension bridge. She looked down once, and a dizzy wave of nausea washed over her. Penny was terrified of heights. She leapt back and practically sprinted the rest of the way across. Upon arriving on the feared Brooklyn shores, Penny looked about nervously. She was sure she was being watched like a field mouse is watched by hawks. The Birds had to know she was here. She'd heard stories about them and their knowledge. The Birds knew everything. If it happened in New York, they were the first to know. Head down, Penny hustled to the Lodging House. This was the best place to look for Spot and/or Doll. Preferably Doll, but she assumed that she'd have to deal with Spot.
Word Count;; 312
Muse;; Guess it lied to me...
Notes;; Penny is prepared, but very scared...
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Post by Doll on Jul 23, 2010 16:35:15 GMT -5
Walking down the stairs of the lodge, Doll had finally been able to pull herself together enough to go and sell. Her stomach was killing her, and at any moment she thought she was going to barf. Finally, after much inner persuasion, she had gotten up, and got ready for selling. Being pregnant wasn't going to stop her from carrying the banner, she had to, she refused to let Spot sell for her. Nope, it wouldn't be fair at all. Besides, she was only about two months pregnant, she could handle it, there was no baby bump yet.
But as she walked down the stairs of the lodge, she heard something, a door opening. Doll tensed. There really shouldn't be anyone coming into the lodge at this time. What was going on? Better yet who the hell was here? Walking down quietly, she listened, peering out from behind the wall where the stairs were, spotting a girl. She looked like a hoity toity, somehow, but didn't at the same time. Doll recognized her as a Bronxie. 'What the hell is a Bronxie doing here?' she thought to herself. Walking into view, she looked at the girl skeptically.
"Can I help you?" she asked, crossing her arms, staring at the girl. This was Poplar Lodging House, not a place to be dressed how she was, unless escorted. Doll didn't take her eyes off of the girl, she kept them trained on her, watching the girl's every move, making sure she didn't do anything in the least threatening. And that wasn't because of hormones.
Words: 270
Muse: a bit ok
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Post by Penny on Jul 26, 2010 11:43:10 GMT -5
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I know now what shadows can see [/size][/font] ____________________________________________________[/right] Penny touched her left arm lightly. She had mild burns from the recent fire at Irving Hall. They were pretty bad, but not bad enough to keep her in Medical any longer. Penny had been released, but the charred and damaged tissue on her arm was not pretty. Another reason for her long coat. To hide the blackened skin of the once beautiful, freckles arm. The medics assured her that the damaged skin would flake off eventually, but Penny couldn't wait for it to happen.... Her skin was her prettiest feature. And now it was ruined for however long it took to heal. And here she was in Brooklyn injured. Could they smell that or something? Like a hunter smells fear?
Penny shrugged off the thought and plastered a smile on her face as the person she was looking for came walking toward her. That was relief beyond all others. Penny was afraid she'd run into someone else in the Lodging House first. Someone like Brooklyn.... That would ruin her entire purpose for coming, because she wouldn't remember it.... "Yes, I heard from a dear friend of mine that you were in the family way," Penny said cautiously. She knew that pregnant women didn't like being called out on it. "I was once trained to care for mother and child, and I was merely curious if you would have me for a year. During that time I would care for you and the youth growing inside of you." Penny knew she sounded forward. She'd has a whole introduction speech planned, but the speech flew out of her head the moment she saw Doll. Gone like the wind. ____________________________________________________And deep inside you will bleed for me[/color][/size] ____________________________________________________Yep. I just posted 306, without counting my format of 232 words!
And my muse is Eh... Skittery and Point have it stolen...
I just have to say idk.... Poor Penny!
And I've finally tagged DOLL [/font] ____________________________________________________
Let me introduce you to the end
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This post format has been copy-righted by the All Mighty Spotty. If you even dare to steal it, she will hunt you down in the dead of night and kill you. And yes, she is that good. The lyrics are copy-righted to Vertical Horizon. Thanks for making an amazing song like Shackled! [/font] |
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Post by Doll on Jul 28, 2010 2:11:21 GMT -5
Watching the girl, Doll took in everything. Mannerisms, how she talked, it was easy to see the girl was uncomfortable. She inwardly smirked at this. Anyone would be uncomfortable in Brooklyn territory, after all what she was saying was basically she wanted to be in Brooklyn, and that she wanted to get closer to Spot and Doll. Which translated in her mind to 'be careful and get Spot in on this.' A Brooklynite's natural defenses were to keep those you didn't want out, and those close in. There were people you kept out too, those who hurt you.
Without emotion, she stated, "You act as though I cannot take care of myself. Like a Brooklynite is to barbaric," she inwardly felt better about herself that she knew what the word barbaric was, and knew that sometimes the best defense was big words, "to know what is wrong and what is right, along with how to raise a child." Doll in truth didn't know what babies even ate after they were born, but she would never show that to a stranger, an outsider. It was like telling someone your deep dark secret, you just din't show weakness.
Not in Brooklyn you didnt. That was suicide. "Besides, my husband and I are perfectly fine on our own." There were reasons Doll was very reluctant at this. First: Spot wasn't there to help make the decision, Second: she was stubborn as hell, Third: she didn't want some Bronxie telling her how to take care of herself, and Fourthly she was stubborn as hell. Her arms crossed, she kept her face emotionless still, and kept observing Penny, like the bird she was. Being a bird made her make sure that no one was enemy, and that she would be feared for knowing things she probably shouldn't know.
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Post by Spot on Jul 28, 2010 13:13:31 GMT -5
Spot had sold to the night shift factory workers and dock workers who were leaving their jobs, which meant he was the only newsie on the streets and he had sold all of his papers. However, he was also totally exhausted also. He wandered in the streets of Brooklyn to the lodge, when he say what looked like from the back a hoity toity girl. She was already speaking to someone, but she was in Spot's way. And a sleepy, cranky, tired Spot was not the person to be in the way of.
He picked up his cane adn poked the girl in the door way out of his way, just to see Doll. Who he wanted to be asleep. He walked past the girl who was standing up in the front of the room. "Doll. What are you doing up and... out of bed and..." He looked to the girl. "With a hoity toity." He took off his hat and ran his fingers around the edges while waiting for an answer.
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Post by Penny on Jul 28, 2010 22:54:14 GMT -5
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I know now what shadows can see [/size][/font] ____________________________________________________[/right] Penny rocked back onto her heels. She was really nervous. Why was she doing this again? Because, I let an unborn child be without proper caring... Penny reminded herself. No matter what Doll said, every child needed an extra pair of hands. and every mother that had smarts wanted the best and brightest to help them through. Penny was, in her opinion, the most outfitted newsie for the role. She knew what she was doing and she knew how to do it. That was one thing that carried over nicely into this second life.
Penny forced a smile at Doll. "I mean no harm, truly I do not. If I learned but one item of interest, it is simply that one day, you will be unable to care for yourself, let alone the young child," Penny said carefully. She knew she was in dangerous waters. Anyone in Brooklyn saying that Doll and Spot needed help was on the thinnest possible ice known to man. "Surely when that day arrives, Spot will be terrified beyond belief. He will not understand why you cannot or will not help yourself. There will be very little he can do for you. I, however, I would know how to help. I once learned the ways of a nurse."
Suddenly, Penny felt a sharp poke from behind her. She jumped about twenty feet in the air to see none of then Spot Conlon himself. Oh, dear, it's official now, I'm lost for ever... she thought and figured that she wasn't getting out of Brooklyn alive... "Oh! Sorry, let me just remove myself from your desired path," she said and moved to the side so Spot could get through. He asked Doll why she was awake and with a "Hoity Toity". The hoity toity being her. "Sorry, I disrupted her slumber by arriving her and offering my services. I have been learned in the ways of nursing and was merely questioning if you like assistance with your new child." There she said it. Penny offered her services to the married couple. Officially, Spot would have the official say, but Penny figured they didn't have the standard marriage...
____________________________________________________And deep inside you will bleed for me[/color][/size] ____________________________________________________Yep. I just posted 416, without counting my format of 232 words!
And my muse is PRETTY BAD...
I just have to say PENNY DOES HAVE GUTS DOESN'T SHE?
And I've finally tagged DOLL, SPOT [/font] ____________________________________________________
Let me introduce you to the end
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This post format has been copy-righted by the All Mighty Spotty. If you even dare to steal it, she will hunt you down in the dead of night and kill you. And yes, she is that good. The lyrics are copy-righted to Vertical Horizon. Thanks for making an amazing song like Shackled! [/font] |
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Post by Doll on Aug 6, 2010 18:43:40 GMT -5
Doll looked over at Spot, "I heard a noise, so I thought I'd investigate. That, and if your tired, you can go upstairs, because I'm not tired. That, and I was just going to ask you what you thought about this, and how word spread so quickly about his." Inwardly, she was fuming. How the hell did a Bronxie find out? If that girl knew, then somehow Queenie would, and then word would spread about all of this, because the only people she knew who knew, were Bear, Muse, Peep, and a few other people who wouldnt tell.
Who. Knew. If one of their enemies knew they were screwed. This could make her an open target, and being an open target wasn't on Doll's agenda. That would just cause both her, and Spot stress. Unneeded stress at the most, besides, having someone help them made her feel weak, like she couldn't do anything. And if anyone knew Doll, they knew she was capable of taking care of herself, so this girl just coming and acting like they needed help irked her slightly. They were perfectly capable of a lot of things, and whatever they couldnt...
No one talked about what they couldnt do, and could.
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Post by Spot on Aug 14, 2010 19:10:37 GMT -5
Spot listened to the hoity toity and then Doll. "I told you to go to sleep. Don't change the subject." Spot was trying to get Doll to go to bed, because it really was him who had let the news slip out of Brooklyn. It was only to ask Queenie how to take care of a child though. He though that surely she would keep her mouth shut. He was wrong. Goddammit. He was going to strangle Queenie.
"Uh. Hoity Toity. Back out for a second." He turned away from the girl and looked to Doll. "Maybe we should give this toity a chance. We don't know how to raise kids at all...."
He was nervous. Like nervous as hell. How exactly does one go about raising a child when they've pretty match raised themselves. I mean, looked how he turned out. He could never even imagine having someone else's life in his hands. He sighed adn looked at Doll. "Maybe you should go to bed and we send her back to the Bronx and tell her to come back in the morning."
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