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Post by Administrator on Dec 22, 2009 14:36:20 GMT -5
The Girls sleep in here. No boys are allowed in here.
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Post by Robin on Jan 30, 2010 19:05:10 GMT -5
It was about two in the morning when Robin rolled off her bed and onto the floor with a 'thud'-sort of noise. The impact startled the twelve-year-old awake and to sit upright, eyes darting around to see who or what had pushed her out of her nice cozy bed and onto the hard, unforgiving floor.
Like most young children find out in such situations, there was no one and nothing there that could've done such a thing. The brunette groggily rubbed her head with a troubled expression. Normally she didn't roll off the bed…either that or she couldn't remember falling out and getting back in. And she'd never woken up on the ground before.
"Humph!" she scowled, folding her arms over her chest and rested her head against her mattress, trying to think of what she'd been dreaming about that might have caused her to roll over in her sleep. But her dreams were all a blur to her already. A small moan passed over Robin's lips, the pain of hitting the ground now starting to register.
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Post by Queenie on Apr 3, 2010 2:06:31 GMT -5
Queenie had been sleeping on the window sill, a place she slept often, and was having a rather interesting dream. The voices in her head were different looking people, and they were discussing something, with Queenie in the middle. She never liked it when this happened, and furrowed her eyebrows in her sleep. It seemed like they'd rather have her be awake then asleep, which she sometimes would have to tell them to shut up. After a while the voices would shut up, and she'd sleep soundly, dreaming of a world where voices weren't in her head. But she liked them somewhat, they taught her chess, besides, it was only two voices, two that sounded like her mother and father, so after a while they acted like parents. A thud on the floor woke her up, and she looked around. It wasn't in her room, so quietly, she got up and crept towards the door. Opening it quietly, she looked around, and looked in the boys room. Nope, they were fine. Queenie then peeked inside the girls room, and saw Robin come up from being on the ground. Walking over, she sat on Robin's bed, looking over at her, "Hey," she whispered softly, "Are you ok? I heard a thud and came to investigate. You didn't hurt your head to bad did you?" Although she tried to not play favorites, but Robin was youngest, and was practically like Queenie's little girl. She'd fight to protect little Robin. She loved each of her newsies as equally as possible. She loved Eddie and his characteristic ways, she loved Tootsie's attitude, Gunner's energy, and Cat's charisma, but Robin was like a little sister to Queenie. She had always been the younger sibling, so it had been nice being the older sibling for once. That, and Robin was Bronx's baby, she'd always be protected.
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Post by Robin on Apr 9, 2010 22:51:59 GMT -5
"Hey,"
Robin was pulled out of her self-pitying by the familiar voice of her leader. The girl picked herself off the floor of her mind and scrambled into Queenie's lap, holding back a whimper. She hated seeming so weak and little, but hey, it'd hurt to fall on the floor!
"Are you ok? I heard a thud and came to investigate. You didn't hurt your head to bad did you?"
She sniffled and looked up, trying to remember if she had knocked her cranium on anything. "No, I don't think so. It was fallin' outta bed that woke me up. One moment I'm flying in my dreams and then WHAM! I hit the floor and it really hurt," Robin explained in the quietest voice she could, not wanting to wake anyone up.
Childishly, the little brunette rested her head against Queenie's shoulder, knowing that she'd have bruises in the morning. She'd attribute them to a fight, trying to seem tougher than she was. Because, well, it would be flat-out embarrassing if she said she'd gotten bruises from the floor.
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Post by Queenie on Apr 9, 2010 23:36:49 GMT -5
When Robin scurried into her lap, Queenie immediately hugged her, trying to make the small girl feel better. Robin was practically her kid, she watched over her protectively, and if anyone was gonna even think of hurting her, then there would be hell to pay. You just didn't hurt little Robin, unless you'd like to die at the hands of Queenie. She wasn't afraid to beat you if you hurt her newsies, but Robin... Robin was the little girl she was protective of. "No, I don't think so. It was fallin' outta bed that woke me up. One moment I'm flying in my dreams and then WHAM! I hit the floor and it really hurt," She rubbed Robin's back, "Dont worry, you're gonna be fine. Do you hurt anywhere?" she asked softly, as to not wake the other girls. Queenie sometimes felt like Robin was her daughter, she just cared that much. Sure, Eddie would say Robin was her favorite, which sadly might have been true, but it wasn't her fault she cared for the small girl. The other leaders didn't quite have a Robin, so she felt insanely lucky.
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Post by Robin on Jun 1, 2010 1:08:00 GMT -5
"Dont worry, you're gonna be fine. Do you hurt anywhere?"
Robin nodded and pointed to her arm and her head, the latter only throbbing a bit while the former was aching, but not enough to make her think it was broken. Overall it was just regular bump-and-bruise pain, something she should be used to after falling out of trees and tripping then falling onto sidewalks. It was probaby the fact that the blow had jolted her out of her sleep that made it worse for her.
The twelve-year-old didn't feel embarrassed or immature when she let Queenie rub her back and make her feel like a younger girl. She had always felt like a younger sister to Queenie. She had always been willing to tag along after her leader and backed her on almost everything, she would also act as sort of a mini-body-guard if Queenie ever needed it (or Robin thought she did).
Robin thought quietly to herself for a long moment before asking quietly, "Do you think someone in my dream took me outta the air on purpose?"
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Post by Queenie on Jun 3, 2010 14:23:42 GMT -5
Sighing softly at Robin's question, she replied quietly, "If someone threw you out of your dream on purpose, I'd find them and make them apologize." Queenie always thought of Robin as a strong kid. Always (trying) to protect her, when really it was the other way around. Queenie made sure Robin was protected, wherever she went. She just liked to let Robin believe that she was protecting her leader. There were so many people who wanted to 'protect' her. There was Robin, Eddie, Cat, Bard, the whole shebang. Thank god Gunner knew better, otherwise... that wouldn't be good.
It was flattering to have followers, and admirers, but... after a while it became a bit too much. Queenie wasn't one to want that much attention. She was a bit of a loner, save for her good friends. But when you kept flirting with her... she got annoyed. Only Eddie wasn't flirting, and he'd get mad sometimes and call himself stupid. He wasn't, but he just wouldn't listen when she offered to teach him. It seemed he didn't want to learn, yet he wanted to. In other words, to her, men were confusing.
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Post by frixie on Jun 10, 2010 18:11:35 GMT -5
Frixie tossed and turned a little bit in her bed before finally being woken up. She sat up a little, wrapping her blanket around herself tightly. Her dark hair was mussed and her face was considerably paler without all her make-up. "Queenie, is somethin' wrong?" she whispered tiredly, rubbing her eyes. She tried to keep her voice low so as to avoid waking up the other sleeping girls.
As she spoke, she pulled her knees up to her chest and then attempted to cover them with her nightgown. It was something she'd always done as a child. It had used to make her feel warmer, but then it had eventually evolved into a shield of protection on the nights when she could hear her father beating her mother. She sighed.
Her eyes becoming more accustomed to the darkness, she noticed that Robin was also awake. "Everythin' alright?" she asked again, directing the question at Queenie once more.
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Post by Tootsie on Jul 24, 2010 16:17:19 GMT -5
(New Day)
Tootsie's eyes opened slowly. She yawned and turned to get out of bed. She turned sideways and placed her feet on the floor, only to feel the searing pain that she had been waking up to for the last two days by forgetting her burns. How could she forget. She looked at her leg, as it began to swell again as before. She placed it back in her bed, and looked down sadly. The occurrences of Irving Hall rang once more in her head. She was lucky. Oh so lucky, to have her life spared.
She had been in the bathroom on that night. Her makeup had melted a bit in the night humidity. Make up that she had just purchased to replace that make up which she threw away in her tragic depression when Bear had left her. But she was so much better now. So much better. But while reapplying the make up, she had not heard any of the calls and screams from outside. Nothing was able to be heard in through the thick bathroom door.
Not until she heard the roar of the flame eating the door. She had no where to turn, no where to go. And so she had ran. She had opened the door, and ran right through the flames.
The pain is what she remembered the most. The aggravating pain that devoured her, making her not want to run, not want to move. She wanted nothing more than to pass out. But she didn't immediately. She made it to the nearest door, just to hear the screaming of those in front of her. She had wondered what it was, but then she felt it. Her hair. Her hair had set on fire, and it touched her face and she felt the flames on her cheek, and she screamed. And then she had passed out.
And day after day now, she stroked her cheek and felt pain as well as the roughness of a burn that crossed from her scalp line to her chin, on the farthest corner of her right eye. Her hair was cut short, by the ears, because so much of it had burned away. She looked out the window. Wishing she was better. She wished she hadn't been burned. Wishing she could go outside. [/blockquote]
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Post by Queenie on Jul 24, 2010 17:11:08 GMT -5
Queenie walked down the hallway to the girl's room to check up on Tootsie. She had been selling extra fro her Co-Leader and best friend, to make sure she could stay at the lodge. Opening the door, she peeked her head in, before walking over to Tootsie. Standing at her bedside, she looked down at her friend, her arms crossed, "Hey," she said quietly, "Are you... are you feeling any better? Do I need to get someone from Queens over here to help you with anything?" A pang of guilt was in her heart, because of all this.
She was going to find out who started that damned fire, she was going to find out who hurt her friend, her sister. this shouldn't have happened, Queenie should have reached her before she had gotten badly injured. The fire had started, and her goal had been to help get people out, she was the one who had gone to look for Tootsie, and when she had found her... it hurt to think about. She had let her friend get hurt. The feeling of guilt was so much, it never helped her to have guilt, but she couldn't help it.
Her best friend, her co leader had been hurt on her watch, this wasn't acceptable to her.
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Post by Tootsie on Jul 24, 2010 17:43:22 GMT -5
Tootsie was still gazing outside when she heard the door open. Quietly, she turned her head, and saw the familiar face of Queenie. She gave her a smile. Queenie was quiet, which wasn't unusual, but Tootsie couldn't help but feel that she was even moresilent in her quiet than usual. She returned the greeting with a quick "Hey." Looking up at Queenie she saw her cross her arms. The feeling seemed awkward to Queenie. She didn't know why, but she felt that Queenie wasn't her usual Queenie. But maybe it was just the fact that Tootsie wasn't her usual Tootsie. She was thinking more. Less loud and talkitive. She had a lot of time to think these days.
She nodded at Queenie. "Ya. I am. A lot better," she said to her. Which was partially a lie, and partially the truth. She felt much better than she had before, but it still hurt a bit to do anything that moved her face or her leg. But she was learning to ignore it. "There's no need ot get anyone from Queens. I promise I'm fine."
She looked down, then up at her. "I'm going to pay you back you know. For rent and everything."
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