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Post by Administrator on Dec 22, 2009 15:25:15 GMT -5
The Tables come in all sizes, and are very clean.
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Post by Queenie on Jan 16, 2010 21:23:55 GMT -5
Queenie walked down the streets to Mario's. She was hungry, and a hungry Queenie wasn't what anyone needed. Walking in, she noticed Spot was there, and plopped down across from them. "Hiya Spotty what brings ya to this neck of the woods eh?" She really didn't have to ask why, she knew he was here to ask for help, which frustrated her, though she'd never show it. All Queenie wanted was to sit back and see how the war played out before making any moves. Was it so hard for a strategist to just eat food without discussing war?
Well, she loved discussing war tatics but that was different, and now wasn't the time. Looking out the window, her appetite had dwindled a little, thank god, so now she wouldn't have to pay as much. "So how's tryin' to get Jax and Doll back?" Sure, that was a horrible discussion topic, but she couldn't think of anything else. Well what else was she suppose to talk about? It was bad enough she was probably the only leader who actually tried to strategized. Sometimes it felt like she was the only one who did.
Which she probably was. Most leaders would call her crazy, but others would call her a genius. She was the only one who knew strategy enough to know who would win, but this time she couldn't. The stakes were too high, and both sides were making snap decisions. Ghost was getting more powerful, and Spot was losin' it. It was only a matter of time she picked sides. She felt sorry for Harlem, since it wasn't allianced with anyone, but felt for Spot in a weird way, he lost two of his newsies. Anyone would want to help him.
Except for Queens, they always stayed neutral.
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Post by Queenie on Jan 16, 2010 21:51:10 GMT -5
Queenie shook her head, "Ise always cheap. Besides, I'm flattered the King calls me smartest," she started reading the menu, "But he who calls one smart is downing his skills. And downing your skills in warfare is bad, because it gives you the disadvantage of not using your full talent. I think I'm gonna have desert." Listening to Spot tell the waiter to leave, she put the menu down, and looked out again, to make sure her newsies were still around. None of them were, thank god. She didn't like them snoopin' around during a meeting with another leader.
Sighing, she looked over at Spot, "Look, if this is about my position in the war, then I'm leaving. I've told everyone I'm not decided until I've decided, which might be a while. You have to think about ratios when talking about this Spot. It's two to one, you never know what side we'll pick." Was Queenie tired? Yep, but when the waiter came back she told him her order and turned to Spot, "I'll give you advice, but that's all. I refuse to take sides until I see more fo the war. Understood?"
Doll started tapping her ring clad fingers against the table, and with the other twirled a necklace in her fingers in another. Couldn't the food get here faster?
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Post by Queenie on Jan 18, 2010 19:54:17 GMT -5
"See Queenie, Ise never heard a person say such phil'sophcal stuff and then say 'I'll have desert.' Your too smart for me."
"Smarts have nothing to do with strategy," she replied simply, "But philosophy does come with strategy. It lets one think." Queenie really couldn't help but wonder why she was still here, why she was still going on and on about that. After she gave the waiter her order she listened to what Spot had to say.
"Of course Queenie. I can understand. You wanna keep your newsies safe from this war, trust me, if it was my choice, there would be no war, be Harlem started it, and we have to end it somehow. "..."I'm not even going to ask about a fighting technique, I'm just going to ask about the important things. I just need to know how to get Doll and Jax back."
"Negotiations, those work. But Ghost knows things, he could almost rival me in strategy if he wanted, but what he probably would prefer is to win your borough the old fashion way," she looked at her hands, then at Spot, "He probably wants to fight you in front of people. Fight in front of your newsies, make it look like your weak. Ghost can rival almost anyone, at most things, he could probably rival your top birds. Ghost is what his name is; a phantom. Menacing, and not afraid. He'll fight you for what he wants, he'll use persuasion against his hostages. Right now, all you can hope for is that he doesn't take anyone, and sends information on how you can get them back."
Queenie really thought she ought to get paid for this. After all, she was the one strategizing all of it. Every move every person made it was all put down on her chess board. Maybe she ought to... no she couldn't. There was already to much at stake. But then again she could, after all, she was the one they were all going to. Queenie what about this? What about that? Maybe the Bronx should be on it's own side. They didn't kidnap, yet they had no hostages. It was time Bronx declared it's independance.
But she wouldn't tell him that, it was horrible strategy.
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Post by Eddie Ricardo on Jan 18, 2010 20:24:51 GMT -5
Eddie ran down the sidewalk of Bronx, his excitement serving as energy, carrying him quickly through the area. In his hand, he clutched what would be a trophy to any Bronx newsie, and it was Eddie's. What was it? A Chess rook. Queen's missing rook. She would be so proud of him. She had been searching for it for a month, and Eddie had found it! He only meant good intentions...however Eddie's good intentions only seemed to turn out to be a bother to everybody else, even if the Italian didn't know it.
Reaching the restaurant, he burst through the front doors, weaving through the tables and waitresses carrying trays stacked high with food, ducking and dodging this way and that, seeming to be almost unstoppable in his mission. He was only a couple tables away now from where Queenie sat, and was so excited he didn't even notice the other leader sitting across from her.
"QUEENIE! OOH! OH Quennie! You'll never believe it! I have great news! You'll love me forever when you find out what I'se got!!" He was practically bouncing up and down, laughing in excitement. "Guess Guess! Guess what I got!"
He waited, tipping back and forth from his heels from his toes, keeping his fist behind his back, just imagining the happy look on her face when she found out. Finally he couldn't hold it in anymore, he thrust out his fist and hollered.
"I FOUND YOUR MISSING ROOK!!--" and that's when he noticed. The blue icy set of eyes across from Queenie. Not just any leader. The one from Brooklyn, the place with the big tough guys and the salty air that made Eddie sneeze. That's right, Spot Conlon himself.
Eddie gaped, gulping, making a funny little squeak as his voice caught in his throat. It just had to be the King of Brooklyn she was meeting back.
"Uh oh," he stammered, looking down, too scared to meet Queenie's eyes.
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Post by Queenie on Jan 19, 2010 19:26:22 GMT -5
"QUEENIE! OOH! OH Quennie! You'll never believe it! I have great news! You'll love me forever when you find out what I'se got!! Guess Guess! Guess what I got!"
Queenie folded her arms over her chest and raised an eyebrow, amused at her spastic newsie. Well she always knew Eddie was different, but she was curious to know what he had found. 'Hopefully something to calm him down,' she thought to herself.
"I FOUND YOUR MISSING ROOK!!--"
"YAY!" Queenie got up and hugged Eddie, "Thank you Eddie, my life is complete again." Chess was her life, and without the rook her life was incomplete, but thanks to him it was. Needless to say, Eddie secretly was one of her favorite newsies. Why? Cause he found her stuff when she lost it. Well, except her sanity. But that might never be found again. When would a Bronx newsies' sanity ever come back? Maybe, if they all got therapy. Now that'd be a site, a bunch of newsies in therapy. She let go of Eddie and sat back down.
"Well congratulations Queenie! I know how much you treasure that chess board. Almost as much as I treasure my slingshot."
She chuckled and raised an eyebrow, "Almost? Without me chess board I am nothing. Besides, I also love my newsies probably more than you love yours, so I win on the love part." Hopefully Queenie hadn't hit a nerve. But it probably was true. Spot ruled with an iron fist, and Queenie ruled out of fun. There were distinct differences between the two boroughs. Brooklyn's was full of the tough, eat your heart out newsies, while the Bronx was full of crazies. She remembered that the old leader had come to visit and had stated that it wasn't a lodging house anymore, but a mad house.
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Post by Eddie Ricardo on Jan 19, 2010 22:37:56 GMT -5
Eddie was frozen, staring at Spot as if he was looking his grave in the face. He didn't really know exactly what he was expecting. Maybe for the Brooklyn leader to yell...or strangle him...or murder him with his cane. Surprisingly, when the King finally spoke up, he didn't even sound angry, he was congratulating Queenie! Eddie felt like he might just pass out on the spot from all that terror that had been building up inside of him. It was almost like it was leaving him now like helium leaving a balloon.
He didn't have much time to react to that though before Queenie had jumped up, squealing in delight and scooping him into a big bear hug.
"Thank you Eddie, my life is complete again."
To Eddie, those were the most wonderful words he had ever heard in his life, besides maybe "Go find somebody else to bother, Eddie." But then he realized it didn't matter what Queenie said, because she said it, that would make anything she said wonderful to him. She let go and he stood there, grinning as if he had just been given the world. He laughed nervously, blushing from head to foot, while the two Leaders continued on their conversation.
"Almost? Without me chess board I am nothing. Besides, I also love my newsies probably more than you love yours, so I win on the love part."
"Uhhh, I guess I should go hehe yeah uh...by Mr. Brooklyn, by Queenie." He backpeddled, still caught up in the moment and bumped into a table.
"Oops sorry hehe uhhhh--leaving now woahhh!" He tripped over his undid shoelaces, doing a face plant into the carpet floor. He bounced back up, "I'm okay!" He waved and sped out the door, leaving as quickly as he had came.
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Post by Queenie on Jan 23, 2010 17:50:32 GMT -5
"I didn't mean to scare him off..."
Queenie smiled a reassuring smile at Spot, "He isnt very good with people, like me. Tell me Spot," she clasped her hands together and looked at him, "Do you ever talk to your boids? I understand the reporting counts as talking, but how much do you know about them? And your other newsies. How much you know about them?" Looking Spot dead in the eyes, something not many newsies would do, she asked, "How much do you care about your newsies Spot. How willing are you to keep them safe, and make sure Brooklyn is a safe haven for them?
"There's a term I like to use for my lodging house. Sanctuary. A small place, that even though the world around is awful, the small place will supply a breif happiness, and a feeling of safety. How safe do both your boids and newsies feel in Brooklyn?" that had to be one of the longest speeches she had ever given. But there were things Queenie wanted to know. Brooklyn was a mysterious borough, where the toughest lived. But what emotions did their king have? Spot couldn't be a heartless man. No one was heartless.
Sure, many killers, mob bosses, and even parents were cruel, but they all had a heart for something, if it be good or bad. Each borough was a flicker of light, growing bigger or smaller. Brooklyn's was the largest, but it was slowly dwindling, while others fought to survive. How long could the flames last before they were to be replaced? Queenie knew that at one point she would have to be replaced, for a new candle would be needed to keep Bronx alive. Her candle would have a story to tell, if theoretically all of this candle nonsense was real.
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