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Post by Administrator on Dec 24, 2009 0:36:33 GMT -5
The quietest street in Harlem, but at night music can be heard.
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Post by Muse on Feb 28, 2010 20:58:01 GMT -5
Muse kept her head down while she walked the streets of Harlem, she knew that if anyone of the Harlem newsies but Fiddle caught her she would be in big trouble. And on top of that Spot would kill her, she wasn't even supposed to be out of the Brooklyn Lodging House. The girl chanced a glance upward for a moment and her blue eyes watching the street making sure she was going in the right direction. She sighed in relief when she realized she was, the last thing she needed was to get lost. Swiftly moving through the light crowd, she stepped side ways into an alley and took her hat off so she could tuck hair dark braid into her dirty old cap. Maybe if everyone thought she was a boy they would leave her alone.
Looking out of the alley way again she didn't move for a moment, just stared at the people that walked the streets, they all had their own errand's to take care of, people to see, places to go. Sometimes she wished she could be that naive, to go through her day without worrying about whether or not Harlem is going to attack or take more of their newsies. Shaking her head she stepped from the alley and continued down the street. 'If I were Fiddle, where would I be?' She thought to herself as she slipped her hands into her pockets. He had to be here somewhere.
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