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Post by Fox on Aug 29, 2010 23:03:27 GMT -5
There were plenty of reasons for her to leave Manhattan.
For one, she was just...different, from what was expected of the "typical" newsies there. Sure, it was pretty much an honor to work in Cowboy's burrow, but she hardly was ever there. Fox was a good newsie, and she really did like her job; payed her bills, got herself food, and...that was about it. She had a small group of what she might consider friends, but none of them were from hattan. Well, Knight was, but that was it. In other words, she needed out.
She needed out fast.
So, she headed over to the Bronx. It was an odd move, but she'd heard about the newsies from there. Clever and strategic, she felt like they would suite her better, as opposed to the hattans. Personally, she didn't spend much time in the Bronx; there wasn't much there that she needed. But, she had a feeling that she'd like it better then Manhattan.
She could go to Queens, but didn't know too much about them. Fox questioned everything; behind great risks, there were great rewards. Moving burrows was a risk, but moving to one she hadn't heard much about was just stupid. Staten didn't seem to suite her- she knew Princess, who was pretty darn cool. Brooklyn was out of the question. She could survive in it, but knowing herself, adding her to the mix of brooks would only enhance the level of violence.
Besides, she liked the Bronx. It was odd, unexplainable, but she liked it. She hadn't drunk nearly as much as she had when she lived in Hattan, and maybe that was a good sign. Shrugging her shoulders, she twirled a lock of red hair between her fingers and leaned against the outside of the lodging house, just taking a break.
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Post by Penny on Sept 1, 2010 16:55:31 GMT -5
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There's no point in running 'less you run with me
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I know now what shadows can see [/size][/font] ____________________________________________________[/right] Penny woke from a long and troubled sleep. She didn't often dream, but she did, they were weird and disturbing. She shuddered slightly and got out of bed. She was the only Newsie that she knew that wore a nightgown to sleep. Most of the girls didn't really care about the details and wore whatever they had. Penny had a nightgown from her past life, and it was what she was taught was proper for sleeping. Working swiftly, she changed from the sleep wear that would remind her of her dream for a while, and slipped on her completely improper Newsie garb. If only that fire had not destroyed my life... she thought, and not for the first time ever.
Walking quietly toward the door, Penny smoothed down her long hair. She knew that the Newsies didn't really care about appearances, but she silently hoped that a specific Newsie was there. And if that said Newsie was, she wanted to look her best. When she exited the Lodge House, Penny froze. She saw a face that didn't exactly belong here, but not the face she was hoping for. It was a girl, about Penny's own age, with red hair. Penny could swear that she'd never seen her before, yet she acted like she belonged her. Oh! This is that new girl that Queenie mentioned. She was from Manhattan, my old home.... she thought.
Penny imagined that her reason for coming here was far different from this girl's. She didn't know of any Newsies that were once from wealthy blood that had fallen into poverty. Come to think of it, she didn't know any of the wealthy class that had fallen into poverty. When one had money, one tended to keep it... "Hello," Penny said quietly. She might as well befriend this girl. She knew how hard it was to switch places, switch lives. "My name is Penny." By now, the former hoity-toity knew better then to share her given name with other Newsies. They just called her Penny anyway... "You're new to the Bronx, right?"
____________________________________________________And deep inside you will bleed for me[/color][/size] ____________________________________________________Yep. I just posted 399, without counting my format of 232 words!
And my muse is eh...
I just have to say HEYA FOX!
And I've finally tagged Fox [/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 Fox on Sept 1, 2010 20:11:03 GMT -5
Footsteps. For a couple seconds, she heard the light pitter-patter of footsteps, trailing out of the lodging house. Flicking her light blue eyes over the sound, she noticed the girl.
"Hello."
She tilted her head to the side, and looked the girl up and down. Basically, she was staring straight at a hoity-toity. Dark long hair that fell in a straight line and a different posture; proper, you'd call it. She eyed the girl suspiciously, running a hand through her red locks.
"My name's Penny. You're new to the Bronx, right?"
Penny. She almost sneered and smirked at that name; there were a thousand potential meanings from that. Did this Newsie really bring in the dough, or was that her actual name? She'd heard that some Newsies just abandoned their last name, and morphed their first name a little. That was a stupid thing to do, in her mind. Clinging to your name meant you were clinging to your past, which was just a stupid thing to do. Fox didn't really remember her past; it was totally bleak, so there wasn't really anything to remember. With it, she'd left her name behind. Mentally shaking her head, she flicked her eyes back to the girls.
"Not really new to the Bronx; I used ta' spend more time in other burrows then my own", she explained briefly, not wanting to give too much info on her. Manhattan wasn't working; she was always either in Brookyln or Staten or Bronx or some other place. Anywhere but the Manhattan area. She moved to the Bronx knowing close to nothing about it; she didn't know that a Hoity-toity lived there. Whatever, no big deal, she thought. Really, toitys bothered her. The whole prim and properness was annoying, and they didn't know how lucky they were. But, if this girl was a newsie, she was one for a reason. Former toity? Feeling she should at least introduce her name, Fox turned her attention away from the girl, "My name's Fox."
Muse: Goodish
Notes: HEYA SPOTTY.
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Post by Penny on Sept 3, 2010 7:52:20 GMT -5
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I know now what shadows can see [/size][/font] ____________________________________________________[/right] Penny bit her lip. She knew the usual thoughts about her. Hoity-toity. Doesn't belong. Odd. Different. The list goes on. People tended to think of her as an outsider, yet she still belonged here as much as they did. Her "Newsie name", a nickname that she was once called, has another meaning as well. Granted it was a nickname, but she was also called that because she has only a penny to her name. Unable to control her old life of spending, Penny spends way too much of her money. Usually on various teas and pastries. She would give anything to live a normal life again when she could drink tea and eat pastries once a day on everyday except Sunday. To actually go to church on the Lord's Day would be grand.
Yet circumstances have prevented all of that. A fire destroyed her entire life. It killed her parents right after her father lost all their money in the stock market. He didn't get an opportunity to build up again before he was killed, making Penny's wealth small. She was given only a dress that her mother loved. Everything else went to her grandparents who promised to give Penny her wealth when she was older. That is, until Grandfather suffered a heart attack and died... Grandmother died shortly there after of a broken heart... Then Penny was cast aside by her Great Aunt Martha. The only items she retained were her dress and a silver tea kettle that she took; that she stole.
Fox. That's right. She remembered now. New girl Fox. Best not to say that to her face, she seems kind of dangerous... Penny thought and looked out at the street again. The Bronx wasn't her ideal living place, she'd prefer the life she had, but as far as boroughs went, Penny figured that this was the best one. Manhattan had been raw to her; Brooklyn had frightened her; Queens had done nothing really, but how do you make an impression with nothing?; Staten Island was on water and Penny got motion sickness; and that left Bronx, her home, her well-being. They accepted her in a time of need, and for that she would always be grateful. "May I ask how you are adjusting to this new life in the Bronx?" Penny asked, hoping that she didn't offend this girl.
____________________________________________________And deep inside you will bleed for me[/color][/size] ____________________________________________________Yep. I just posted 439, without counting my format of 226 words!
And my muse is Meh....
I just have to say lolz, I love Penny!
And I've finally tagged Fox [/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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