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Post by Spot on Mar 20, 2010 9:05:13 GMT -5
SpotThis was Brooklyn.
This was the honor that Spot had spent the majority of his life that he chose to remember defending. Trash had given it to him. He had earned it. He had fought hand and tooth for it. His blood had been shed for it. The people. Hard like stone. Tough as rock. Strong as steel. But they were still the best people to know. Smart. Caring. Powerful. Funny. Spot gave his all for the people, and the land of Brooklyn. He was in control. Not just of Brooklyn, but New York. He had it all. The girl, the position, the life, the job, the respect. He had nothing to fear for ,nothing else he needed. He had his birds going around the city, doing his bidding.
So why did it all feel so wrong. His body stood slack, his cane stabbed to the ground, slingshot in his pocket. His hands fingered it, and out of the land was was not his. The rest of New York. It was getting warmer, and the Brooklyn's could feel it. The shirt were going of, the shoes falling off, and they were flung into the river with great gusto and enthusiasm. The nights are still cold, but the mornings were gorgeously bright.
His sharp eyes fell over the bridge. What was this feeling that he had. What was it? Who was it from. Who would tell him the answer to all of this? He had no one who he would dare confide doubts in. He had already told Doll to much. He had cried damn it. Spot doesn't cry. He closed his eyes, and cracked his neck. He had no other thing to do. He was as free as a bird. Why was he so bored?
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Post by Singer on Mar 20, 2010 18:32:07 GMT -5
Singer walked along the bridge, looking for anything to do. Today, had to be the most boring day, of his short lived life. Well, you couldn't blame him, after all, selling was horrible, the headlines stunk like the cooking some of the other Brooks made, which was horrible, and he just wished the day would end, almost. It was getting warmer, much to his enjoyment, but he still felt cold. He missed goofing off for some reason, but it had been way to cold to do so. Humming, he walked along the bridge, spotting one of the most familiar faces.
"Spot!" he called out, jogging towards the leader, "Your back! What was the meeting like? Did ya soak a couple Bostons? What are newsies outside of New York like?" Singer had many more questions to ask, but stuck with those. He alwyas wondered what it was like in other states, but thankfully Spot had gotten to go meet leaders from those states. Wondering what those newsies were like, he bet none of them were like Brooklyn. Brooklyn was the toughest of the tough! No one could beat Brooklyn in New York, and probably everyhwere else in America at that. |
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Post by Spot on Mar 21, 2010 19:45:51 GMT -5
Spot"Spot!"
Spot blinked out of his trance, a good humored smirk lighting up his face. "Well if it ain't Singer. I was missing out on my daily dose of annoyance while I was gone. Good ta see ya." Of course eh was joking with Singer. He knew that. They were good friends. Right?
"Your back! What was the meeting like? Did ya soak a couple Bostons? What are newsies outside of New York like?"
Spot smiled, decided to walk up toward Singer a little, leaning a bit more on the rail of the bridge. "I soaked newsies from across the country. I soaked newsies like no one has never soaked newsies. And their all wimps compared to us. Just little scabs." His eyes lit up at the memory of the convention. It had been lots of work, lots of yelling, and lots of fighting. Of course, every representative thought that they were the toughest.
They hadn't met Spot.
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Post by Singer on Mar 21, 2010 20:00:38 GMT -5
Singer
"Of course ya missed me! What other eleven year old out there would annoy you, just as much as I?" Singer loved to joke around, and Spot was a good guy to joke with. Because with a temper, it just made making fun of people a BOATLOAD of fun, who wouldn't want to have fun with someone you could make mad? Singer didnt know how to not annoy Spot without him getting mad, but hey, he couldn't kill him, not when Singer made the tastiest sandwiches on the face of Brooklyn!
"Of course you soaked them! Your, SPOT CONLON! Besides, none of them can beat us! We're Brooklyn, no one beats Brooklyn." Singer was positive of that. After all, this was Spot who was there. He won easily, he had to. That was who he was, "So why all the fighting? Thought those kind of meetings were neutral? Or did someone insult someone and it became some giant fight?" He bet some leader insulted another leader's girl or something, cause most older boys, from what he heard girls say, were full of hormones and would fight easily. |
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Post by spade on Mar 23, 2010 14:31:59 GMT -5
Spade was heading down along the bridge on his way back to Brooklyn after going to try and find Ace which had not been a success. He was quite sure she was avoiding him, but he told HarleQuinn to tell her he was looking for her next time she saw Ace. Spade smiled in thought, HarleQuinn was quite a nice girl, lovely and polite, Racetrack was a lucky one. He ruffled his hair with his hand and when he looked up he found himself coming up to Singer and to his surprise, Spot was back.
He grinned as he approached the two and he shoved his hands in his pockets,"Heya Spot, Singeh....when did ya get back Spot?" he asked in curiousity. He looked between the two for a moment he thought he had seen the Dreamer girl not far back, he thought of it as he looked at Singer, he wasn't sure if it would be smart to mention Dreamer infront of Spot yet. He looked around for a moment before looking back at their fearless leader and the small boy before he extracted a cigarette from his pocket and lit it before taking a long drag.
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Post by Spot on Mar 23, 2010 14:54:44 GMT -5
Spot"Of course ya missed me! What other eleven year old out there would annoy you, just as much as I?"
"Ah, Singeh, not even a demon could annoy me as much as ya." He punched him playfully in the arm
"Of course you soaked them! Your, SPOT CONLON! Besides, none of them can beat us! We're Brooklyn, no one beats Brooklyn. So why all the fighting? Thought those kind of meetings were neutral? Or did someone insult someone and it became some giant fight?"
"Ah, were newsies. Somebody said something about their borough being better than all the boroughs of New York, and I happened to punch at him, but knock out another guys tooth, and then it was a bit crazy. But it was in fun." He looked beyond Singer to see Spade coming up, and he nodded slowly in a greeting.
"Heya Spot, Singeh....when did ya get back Spot?"
"I just got in last night."
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Post by Singer on Mar 23, 2010 19:37:14 GMT -5
Singer"Ah, Singeh, not even a demon could annoy me as much as ya."
He wiped away a fake tear, and bowed playfully, "I'se honored that I'se da only one who could annoy ya. Means that I can annoy ya all I want." It was great having Spot back. Finally, he could do whatever he wanted and get to be pushed off the roof all in the same day! It was totally nice! Some brooks hated being pushed off the roof, but Singer had grown to find it one of the best things on earth! Besides sandwiches of course, sandwiches were love between two slices of yummy.
"Heya Spot, Singeh....when did ya get back Spot?"
"Hey Spade! How's 'Hattan ay? And yea, he's back! Can ya believe it?" Singer, by far, was the youngest kid in Brooklyn at twelve years old, he turned twelve earlier in January, but he had forgotten. Most of the kids didn't care for birthdays, besides, unlike all those other kids, he had to name himself. It was fun, giving yourself a name and a birthday. He could give himself whatever story he wanted. "The brooks are all back together again."
Translation: 'I'm glad the people I would like to call my family are all back together, because then no one's going crazy over who's in charge, and I dont have to worry about anyone leaving anytime soon because we're all back together and hopefully we wont leave eachother.' Yep, Singer thought of his fellow brooks as his family, it was literally the only one he knew of.
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Post by spade on Mar 24, 2010 18:49:45 GMT -5
Spade grinned and nodded to Spot,"that's great yer gonna hafta tell us all 'bout yer trip afta ya get settled," he said as he shot his gaze toward Singer. " 'Hattan's nice actualleh, Harlequinn and Melody were the only two I saw though, I was tryin' ta catch Ace but she wasn't anywhere ta be found,"he explained. He ruffled Singer's hair and put his arm around Singer's shoulders.
He grinned brightly and looked into Singer's eyes to get the boy to focus for a minute so he would understand,"Yer uh friend, was lookin' fer ya, I told her I'd pass the message,"he told Singer as he pulled back and folded his arms over his chest as he looked back at Spot,"I'm sure Doll will be ecstatic yer back, have ya seen her yet?" he asked Spot as he leaned against he nearest crate he could find.
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