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Post by Administrator on Dec 22, 2009 13:35:52 GMT -5
"Open the Gates and Sieze the Day."
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Post by Kid Blink on Dec 4, 2010 12:44:08 GMT -5
Blink tapped his feet on the cobbled walk, waiting for the wrought-iron gates to swing open. Around him, younger newsies chattered, snoozed, and shoved each other playfully. Blink was painfully aware of the empty cramp of hunger that seemed to wrap itself around his midsection like an unpleasant...something. He was too tired to come up with an accurate comparison or at least one that made sense.
Blink sighed and walked over to lean against a nearby light pole. He shoved one hand into his trouser pocket, feeling for the few coins tucked there, and brought the other hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. He sighed and shook his head. A few strands of hair fell into his face. Annoyed, Blink dropped his hand and shook his head. "That didn't work...." he thought with a scowl. He glared at the offending strands of hair and pursed his lips, blowing a puff of air upwards in a miserable attempt to clear the hair from his face. "Ah stupid hair," he mumbled, "S'getting too long. I've gotta get someone t'cut it." With a bored sigh, he lazily reached up and brushed his hair out of his face.
At the sound of creaking metal, he straighted up....or rather, he attempted to do so. He had been leaning against the light pole, and, without realizing it, crossed his ankles, resting his weight on the light pole. Not knowing this, Blink had made to stand up and start walking but when one's ankles are crossed....things don't always turn out as planned. As it happened, Blink gave a surprised yelp as he spun awkwardly to the left and fell face-forward on the cobblestone, just managing to brace his fall with his hands. He winced as pain shot up through his wrists. "Sure, I save m'face but I kill m'wrists." Blink thought in irritation. He rolled onto his side and shifted into a sitting position on the curb. Blink unclenched his fists, wincing slightly as the muscles in his forearms spasmed. Gingerly, he stretched his fingers out, first surveying the damage to his knuckles. It wasn't pretty, but, then again, "s'not like they were 'pretty' t'begin with. I'm always gettin' them scratched up and busted in fights and whatnot." He murmured.
Sighing, Kid Blink struggled to his feet and made his way through the gates of the distribution center. "Huh," he said slowly, "y'know, I never noticed it b'fore, but them gates are like somethin' welcomin' ya to hell.... y'know, big black gates....fat old man named weasel...." he said aloud to no one in particular. Striding up to join the end of the line, he looked around to see if he recognized anyone. Covering a yawn, Blink stretched his arms out, then froze when he felt the back of his arm connect with someone's head, or face. He dropped his arms, and made to turn around to see who he had knocked in the head.
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Post by Street on Dec 4, 2010 17:38:19 GMT -5
Street moved through the crowd of newsies effieciently, her hand dipping into pockets gently. Each time it emerged with a few coins. She felt bad stealing from newsies, but times were desperate. She wanted food. She was down to the cinnamon roll she was saving for Chance, but if she didn't score soon, she'd eat that too.
She came up to a boy, talking to himself. He seemed pretty into the conversation and short of cash. No tingling when he moved. She shrugged and was about to move on when he whacked her upside the head. In a flurry of skirts, bare feet, and stringy hair, Street tumbled backwards, and landed on her stomach. She closed her eyes against the pain in her head, in her shoulders and in her hip bones.
She opened on eye, like a wink, and looked up at him. Surprise, surprise, it was Kid Blink. The one eyed wonder of Manhattan. Street absently wondered if he was really blind, or was faking like a lot of others. "It's not good ta talk ta yerself, or ta hit random kids upside the head." She said cheerfully, climbing to her bare and scratched feet. She thought about brushing off her dress, but what was the point? It would probably fall apart as soon as she touched it.
"I'm Street!" She announced, sticking her skinny and bony hand out for him to grasp. She realized coin were in it. She paused to drop them into a pocket and then restuck her hand out. "Nice ta meet ya!" She smiled, dimpling.
Her attention wandered as she looked at the paper distribution center. "Do ya work here?" She asked. She couldn't remember if Kid Blink worked or not. She hardly paid attention to August, let alone other boroughs.
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