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Post by Administrator on Dec 22, 2009 14:58:12 GMT -5
Here is where most of the Bronx newsies go when they're at the river.
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Post by Cat on Jun 2, 2010 11:50:24 GMT -5
Looking at the river, Cat started to think to himself. It had been recently that things had started to get complicated and he started to doubt himself. Taking out a pocket watch, he looked at the designs engraved on it. It was silver with many swirls and a heart engraved in the middle. Cat had taken this off a rich old lady. Usually, guilt wasn't one of the things he felt, but after more yelling with his dad Cat felt horrible. No bad for stealing, but ashamed he couldn't stop. He had tried before, but it never seems to work. His dad's words kept echoing in his head that he was a worthless, low down thief with no future. He let out a sigh and laid down on the beach.
This was only one of his problems. He had heard that Tootsie and Bear were no more. When he first heard this he was happy. He tried to talk to Tootsie immediately. Queenie had warned Cat to stay away from Tootsie and chase a different girl. Normally, Cat would do this without a problem, but he finds he had something strong than a flirtation relationship for Tootsie. This was the root of his problem. He did want to tell Tootsie, but he didn't want to seem like a horrible person taking advantage of girl who just had a breakup. Also, Tootsie was his friend and he didn't want to ruin that. Still he could not deny that he was attracted to Tootsie. Cat was never good at expressing any of his feelings so he'd probably just sit and watch to see if Tootsie and Bear got back together. He just laid there as the few clouds in the afternoon sky drifted by. "I think things are crazier in the Bronx that usual."
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Post by Tootsie on Jun 2, 2010 12:18:44 GMT -5
Tootsie was in a word, depressed.
Her hair was tangled. She hadn't brushed it in days. It had been washed, but she didn't have the heart to do anything else with it besides throwing it into a ponytail. Her face was bare. She had no makeup to put on. She had given it away. Sold it. Threw it away. She didn't even have on a really outfit. Her shirt, and skirt. All stained. Why bother on something clean? For once, she didn't want sugar. Or flirt. Or talk to anyone. She just wanted to be alone.
No, that was a lie. She didn't want to be alone. She wanted someone to love. Hold. Keep with her. Hold her. And if it wasn't Bear. Then that would just have to be the case. She didn't have any other option. It if couldn't be Bear, then so be it. But the feeling of her hugging herself was painful. this was what she had to resort to to find love somewhere. Herself.
There were other options though. Spot always got drunk. He was famous for that. Some people just beat others up. That could work. Excpet Tootsie probably weighed less than she ever had, and couldn't beat up a fly. What was she going to do. She was so deep in thought, she wasn't even paying attention to who else was there.
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Post by Cat on Jun 2, 2010 16:35:13 GMT -5
Cat continued to lie on the sands of the beach, he was still reflecting on the past few weeks. It was hard for almost anything to stop him from spacing out. The wind happened to pick up, blowing a few grains of sands in his eyes. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. As he did, foot steps could be heard shuffling the sand a few feet away. Cat looked over to see Tootsie. She didn't look as good as she usually did. He hair was put in a messy ponytail, he clothes were stained, and her face was without makeup showing her sad expression. To Cat, she still looked beautiful. "Hi gorgeous what's up."
He stood up and walked over to her. Her breakup was the obvious cause of this. It made Cat so mad and sad to see Tootsie like this. Usually Cat would start talking flirtatiously to her, but he was hardly in the mood. "Sorry, I'm not in the mood to act silly and flirt. You must be relieved to hear that. I'll try to hold a normal conversation with you." He managed to force a small smile at her. Normally, he'd be more outspoken and more relaxed, but it was hard for him to force it when he was slightly depressed like this. He looked at Tootsie thinking of things he wanted to get off his chest and tell her, but found that he couldn't do his his inexperience in expressing himself.
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Post by Tootsie on Jun 2, 2010 21:50:15 GMT -5
"Hey gorgeous what's up"
For a second, Tootsie smiled. For a second, she thought it was Bear's voice she heard. For a second, she though everything would be ok. For a second, she felt like Tootsie again. She lifted her head, smile trying to appear on her face.
And fell like a brick when she saw Cat.
"Cat, I'm really not in the mo-"
"Sorry, I'm not in the mood to act silly and flirt. You must be relieved to hear that. I'll try to hold a normal conversation with you."
She looked back down at her feet. "I don't know if I feel like talking. But... Whatever. You know, never mind. It doesn't matter." She mumbled softly to herself. "Nothing really does."
She sat down on the ground, and she curled up into a fetal position. "What did you want to talk about?" She mumbled, and she kept her chin between her knees, wrapping her arms around herself.
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Post by Cat on Jun 3, 2010 0:28:52 GMT -5
Cat had absolutely no idea what to say to Tootsie. It looked as if she was disappointed to see him. He still wanted to talk to her though. He could be frank with her, but that wasn't his style. Being subtle and casually leading the conversation in the direction he wanted suited him better. "I don't know, I just need someone to talk to. Getting my mind of my silly problems would br nice. I'm rabbling sorry. How's the Bronx treating you today?"
He sat back down in the sand and listened to the waves crash and recede. He had no idea what to say to Tootsie. She was in such a fragile state. He couldn't help, but ponder if Bear was really this important to her. "Tootsie are you doing alright? I know your life is way better than mine." He let out a sigh, he wasn't all that chatty himself, but would rather talk than be alone on the beach.
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Post by Tootsie on Jun 3, 2010 15:35:19 GMT -5
Tootsie stuck her fingers in the sad, leaving little holes in the sand. Holes in the sand... 'Just like the holes in my heart' she thought to herself. "How's the Bronx treating me?" She laughed softly. "What does it look like. I know i look a mess." She smiled. "I thank you however, for calling me gorgeous. It's nice to l... Appreciated." She almost said loved, but she really didn't feel loved. Appreciated is different than loved.
She listened to the waves, and unfolded from her fetal position so that the waves touched her feet. "If your life is better than mine, i'm seriously sorry for you, because you must have a terminal disease and may die any day now. In which case, i apologize for being so crude and wish you luck in the after life. Dios bless." She sighed. "Ya. I'm ok."
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Post by Cat on Jun 4, 2010 0:41:36 GMT -5
Cat wasn't feeling any better from Tootsie's remarks, but he couldn't get more depressed than he already was. "You are welcome Tootsie. I honestly don't think you look bad. Most girls use makeup to cover natural flaws, but you have natural beauty. I'm not flirting, I'm just telling the truth. Keep in mind some consider me crazy though." He shrugged his shoulders. He thought Tootsie was looking nice even without being dressed up. He noticed that Tootsie didn't have any sort of candy with her. That was so odd, a sure sign that she was real depressed.
He heard say that the only way to have a better life than hers was to be dying. He smirk came to his face. "The life of a thief is short lived you know. You get next to no respect, can't control your urges, and can be die if you get caught. I think my life is crappier than yours right now. You don't have to leech off of other." Cat sighed again and watched the waves.
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Post by Tootsie on Jun 7, 2010 9:18:27 GMT -5
Tootsie sat up and smiled gently at nothing, just to smile at him. Maybe she could make herself feel a bit better. Cheer herself up. She tucked herself back in to a ball and closed her eyes. "Thank you Cat. I don't know if I exactly agree with you today... And trust me everyone thinks I'm crazy anyway. I just might be." She pulled her hair over her eyes and sat on the sand again. She rubbed her face, trying to change her thought but she still couldn't get her mind off of Bear, which tortured her. She didn't even know what day it was, and Tootsie always kept track of the date, because she always wanted to know when their next anniversary was, and Bear would always forget until it got late, and she would cry and then it would be ok.
"Oh Cat, your not that bad. Your good at being a thief. It's what you do to survive." She couldn't help but thinking of someone stealing a heart. "Your not the worse kind of thief."
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Post by frixie on Jun 10, 2010 13:28:31 GMT -5
Frixie walked along the bank of the river, shoes and stockings in hand. She usually liked to ditch them as soon as she was done selling papes, as she found them to be irritating and of no real purpose. She could've glady run around the Bronx all day with her bare legs and feet. Still, it wouldn't have been good for business if she sauntered around looking like what some would call a harlot.
In truth, she was looking for some of her friends. She'd been off carrying the banner since early that morning and she hadn't really had a chance to talk to any of them. She especially wanted to see Tootsie, as she'd heard what had happened between her and Bear. She had always thought girls should be cautious when it came to Brooklyn boys, but she'd never really had trouble with Bear before. Of course, she did have a serious problem with him breaking on of her friend's hearts.
Just as she rounded a bend, Frixie caught sight of Tootsie and Cat sitting by the water. She rolled her eyes, hoping Cat wasn't already trying something with Tootsie. It was exactly what Queenie had warned him against. "Hey dere, you two," she greeted them, plopping down alongside them.
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