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Post by Fox on Jun 3, 2010 15:09:40 GMT -5
The treasure was right there- there on the bar. Fox could see it with her own eyes. The amber-toned bottle sat there, misty with cold. Her eyes gazed at it hungrily, and she licked her lips in hunger by looking at it. Amber liquid swished around in it, begging for it to be taken. While her eyes were focused on the bounty, a foot clomped next to her, startling Fox.
Carefully concealed underneath a table at O'Brady's, Fox was getting ready to make her first move. One. Two. Three. While the man raised the bottle of beer to his lips, Fox jetted out from under the table and took it from his hands before the lip of the bottle touched his mouth. In another second, she swiped a second untouched bottle from the bar and sprinted out of the restaurant- leaving the drunk, red-faced man confused and outraged. But, he didn't know who took his drink.
Her reddish mane of hair quickly stuck to her face as the rain began to pour. Stuffing the two bottles in her jacket, she moved to an alley right by two abandoned stores. Carefully glancing around her, she leaned against the side of brick wall and removed a bottle from her jacket. Just looking at it made her mouth water- it took all her willpower to not jam it down her throat. She pulled her hat over her forehead and took a sip, savoring the burning sensation.
Drinking wasn't really her forte, but in times of boredom and stress, she thought it was the perfect relaxer. Fox took another swig from the bottle and glanced from around the side of building- the coast was clear, meaning that none of the goons from O'Brady's had followed her. As if they could, she thought with a chuckle. Sure, if she wanted a drink she could have gone to any bar in Manhattan, but O'Brady's was usually an easier place to steal from. 75% of the people there were drunk, so even if they tried to come after you, they'd stagger and fall. Or throw up on the way.
Brooklyn wasn't her turf- Manhattan was. She couldn't stay here long, but at least she didn't plan on selling her papers here. No way would she do that. Brooklyn Newsies were pretty darn territorial.
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Post by rum on Jun 3, 2010 18:10:35 GMT -5
like alaways rum was looking for her brother, still in brooklyn territory, that boy really did'nt help, and he called her toots, ugh!! how she hated that name, rum really need a rum but tried to kill down on her drinking, at keast for blade she had a felling he rather her be sobber then drunk all the time, when it started to rain, rum smiled, she loved the rain, she started to dance down the street when she saw a girl run out of a bar and an angry drunken man upset, " hmm looks like she took sumthin from that guy" rum said and went after that girl, rum was curious, when she finnaly cought up she laughed, and the girl turend around " a drink, ya stole a drink"
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Post by Fox on Jun 3, 2010 18:27:29 GMT -5
Fox let a slightly maniacal pleasure-filled grin slide up onto her face as she took another sip from her drink. Her pale fingers were locked around the bottle, and she kept checking to make sure nobody was coming. Even if someone was, there was no way they could catch her. Sure, she wasn't built and all-muscle, but she was fast- faster than most people could think. Taking another sip of the beer, she looked up at the sky.
Dark clouds were gathering overhead- rain pounded the streets, falling down in streets. Grateful for the warmth of her jacket and extra shirt, Fox felt completely content. It was a little weird that she found comfort in drinking by a lone alley in the middle of Brooklyn but hey- who really cared? Besides, Fox could drink the whole stash of beer in that bar and probably feel a little dizzy. The burning sensation slid down her throat, turning later to a warm comfort.
Before she even heard the voice- or saw the person- Fox's head whipped to the side and she concealed herself behind a large garbage bag. The person's footsteps weren't masked by the rain- at least to Fox's ears. As one of her eyes edged around the bag, the person spoke.
"A drink, ya stole a drink."
Now, she couldn't help but let her sly grin curl up onto her face. "Well, what can I say? Beer's tasty. And I ain't gonna spend none of my money on it while I can just grab it", she said sneakily. Taking another swig, she chuckled slightly and looked at the girl. "I'm surprised ya noticed me. What gave it away? Was it the hair?"
Taking a quick glance at the clock, Fox shrugged off the time. People would probably say it was too early to be drinking, but really, Fox couldn't care less. If it was an hour of the day, it was the right hour to have a beer.
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Post by rum on Jun 4, 2010 7:36:29 GMT -5
"I'm surprised ya noticed me. What gave it away? Was it the hair?" rum smiled walking up to the girl "hmm,defintaly the hair" rum let out a laugh "are it could have been that i knew you were a drinka,some drinka's no when otha drinkas are around" rum said then smirk "unless i knew.. you were a thief...." rum looked at the girl "but you don't look like one....are you, lookscan be very wrong ya no...." rum said "o how rude of me the names rum" rum stuck out her hand "nice ta meet ya um?"
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Post by Fox on Jun 4, 2010 15:41:49 GMT -5
Taking another sip, Fox chuckled at the girl. Fingering with her hair, she leaned against the side of the wall, moving the hair out of her face. Rain began to pound on the streets harder now, but whatever. Fox was concealed underneath an ledge from a building that did a fairly good job at blocking out the rain.
"Are it could have been that I knew you were a drinka, some drinka's no when otha drinkas are around."
With her sly grin on her face, Fox lifted up the bottle and shrugged. "Thats pretty damn' true. Ya' know the right stuff", she said jokingly in her usual sneaky tone. "Not much of a drinka' myself, but I've drunk plenty before." Fox was a the type of person to drink alot, but she wasn't the type of person who would feel the affects of it. No drunk bar fights for her. Nope- Fox was the type of person who would stay during the fight and snag the wallets of the drunk fighters.
"unless I knew.. you were a thief...but you don't look like one....are you, looks can be very wrong ya' no...."
"Nope- I ain't a thief, girlie, well technically I ain't. But I do steal a lot of stuff. Newsie", she said, taking another swig. Fox raised her eyebrows at the girls name and laughed again. "Rum, eh? 'Ya name seems to fit ya'. And I call myself Fox." The name Fox called herself wasn't too hard to come up with. For some, people just thought the red hair gave her her name. That was true- but that wasn't the intention. Fox was as slippery and as sly as a Fox- the name just appropriately fit with her appearance, too. "How ya' doin', Rum?"
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Post by rum on Jun 4, 2010 18:05:14 GMT -5
"How ya' doin', Rum?" rum smiled, it was funny the girl was under somthing to keep dry...but rum was'nt, rum let the rain fall on her evean when it started to pour " i'm doin just fine, i'z just try'in to find me brotha jr." rum said in a huff "how's about you's"? she ask
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Post by Fox on Jun 4, 2010 18:50:50 GMT -5
"I'm doin just fine, I'z just try'in to find me Brotha' Jr."
Fox raised her eyebrows and glanced back at Rum. "Ya' tryin' to find ya' brother?", she asked curiously. She had a keen instinct when it came to tracking things down- probably a reason why people wouldn't steal from her. One, she'd steal more from them. Two, she'd always get it back. Something that Fox did find...peculiar, was how Rum was looking for her brother. Okay, maybe that sounds a bit like Captain Obvious but the whole thing was...foreign? Thats it, the whole concept of "Family Devotion" was foreign to Fox.
Loyalty didn't sit well with Fox. It was either Fox had your back through everything, or you better not blink an eye around her. She ran her fingers through her hair and took another sip of beer, taking a look inside it. It was a little more than halfway finished. Sighing, she took another sip. "I' been good. Just wanderin' around, ya' know." Fox fingered with the watch that rested contently on her skinny wrist. Taking a glance around, she took one last check to make sure nobody from O'Brady's came. She stepped out from underneath the building, and into the rain.
She held her hand out absently as if to test the temperature of the rain. Icy cold, like bullets pounding on her shoulders. She wasn't a big fan of the rain- it was harder to run in the rain, and sometimes even her keen eyes had trouble seeing in thick rain such as this. "Rum, huh. Guess I don' have to reach far t'
figure out how ya' got that name."
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Post by rum on Jun 4, 2010 19:10:33 GMT -5
rum noded in understandin when fox said she has been "woundering around" evan thow rum did'nt now wht she truly ment by that, cues she could had been woundering around in a good are bad way.. rum was waching her drink somemore of her beer, now rum wanted a drink but she quckly push't that thought to the back of her head"Rum, huh. Guess I don' have to reach far t' figure out how ya' got that name."
rum smiled "yours to,fox,right?" now it thundered, and both girls head snap around
(sorry so short)
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Post by Fox on Jun 4, 2010 19:25:54 GMT -5
"Yep, Fox", she said, grinning slyly. She twirled her hair around, still glancing around. CRASH. The immense sound of thunder cause Fox to whirl around in the direction of it. She raised her eyebrows in mild shock. "Huh", she said, slightly dumbfounded. "A storm be' brewin'." Fox liked lightning, but not the rain. Lightning reminded her of times way back. Back to when she was 7.
A still-sneaky and elusive Fox would lay underneath the covers of her bed, upstairs. While, downstairs, her father would be conversing and guffawing over pie and some drinks with people. The crash of lightning during those times calmed her down for some odd reason. She could never place why, though.
Another crash of lightning and thunder made fox smile slightly maniacally. Behind the sly grin and clever eyes, a true madman lurked. Her blue eyes scanned the area, and began to count the seconds between the current Lightning and the next strike. 30 seconds. "The lightning ain't comin' nowhere near us", she mumbled to nobody in particular. She took another long, drawling sip on her beer and turned back to Rum.
"Ya' want some?", she asked, holding out another bottle. She had snagged 4 bottles. Two were still hid in her jacket, one was in the process of being drunk, the third was being held out to Rum.
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Post by rum on Jun 4, 2010 20:02:44 GMT -5
rum just look at fox hmm looks like she space out rum thoght to herself and smiled at now she nows she wasn't the only person who does it, but when fox did that sly smirk rum brought up a eyebrow, when it thundered agin rum looked "The lightning ain't comin' nowhere near us fox stated rum thought she was talking to her, who eles could she be taling to...rum look around to make sure no one was there "Ya' want some?", rum snap back from her thoughts and saw fox holding out the beer bottle no rum felt like she had the davil on her right shoulder and a angel on her left :take it rum, he won't no besides you need it: right shoulder said : don't listen to that kinda talk rum, don't turn out like your mother: the right shoulder said rum snap back into reailty, " o what the heck, thanks" she took the beer form fox and drunk some.
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Post by Fox on Jun 4, 2010 20:56:12 GMT -5
Fox grinned as temptation won Rum over, and she took the bottle from her. "People who try to quiet are loons", she said, snickering, "Ain't nothing wrong with treatin' yerself once in a while." Anyone who tried to quiet drinking was stupid. In Fox's mind, who really cared weather you drank or not? You don't ban people from drinkin' water, why would you ban 'em for drinkin' beer? She raised a hand and rubbed her eye, which had just received a glob of cold water.
A cold gust of wind passed over Fox, but she ignored it. There were plenty of days that she spent sleeping on the streets when it was freezin' out- other Newsies did the same, too. The cold didn't really affect her. Besides, the burning sensation of alcohol warmed her up, so any cold she felt was whisked away. She looked at Rum, who was drinking the beer, too. "If ya' and yer friends ever want s'more of those...you know who to come to", she said sneakily with a sly glint in her eye. Fox would do favors for people, as long as they paid her back.
One thing she took seriously was when people didn't pay their debts. Oddly enough, she could appreciate thieves, liars, cheats...all of 'em. But she just couldn't stand when someone didn't pay up! If someone does sometin' for ya', ya' pay 'em back! She thought angrily.
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Post by rum on Jun 4, 2010 22:53:51 GMT -5
rum smiled at fox's comment "ya but he wan'ts me to stay sobber, which i'm alaways am when i drink,unless it's rum..then thats diffrent" rum said and took another drink "If ya' and yer friends ever want s'more of those...you know who to come to", rum thought about that for a few seconeds "alright when i find more friends then i'll send them to ya" rum said " ya want ta get out ofthis rain, it looks like it's bothring you?" rum ask fox
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Post by Fox on Jun 4, 2010 23:19:35 GMT -5
"Rum, huh. Sweet', strong...much like ya', Im'a guessin'", she commented, snickering. Fox took a sip of her nearly-empty bottle and turned back to Rum, analyzing what she said. "Ya' brotha' wants ya' to stay sober?", she asked, laughing with some sarcasm in her voice. Fox never had any siblings- she didn't need any, anyway. It'd be too much of a hassle to keep looking after people she really didn't care too much for.
"Yeah- Ima get out of this rain. Not my thing, ya' know what I mean?", she said, pushing red hair out of her face. Another crash of lightning sounded, drawing closer. She rolled her eyes, as if the lightning was just being an annoying little sister. "Yeah, yeah. Cool it weather, would ya?" She scratched her head and took the last swig from her beer bottle.
Pacing around the small area, she wandered down the alleyway, and looked around. The little ledges and fire escapes provided what could probably considered a roof. Shrugging, Fox leaned against a wall and slumped to the ground, crossing her legs and turning her attention back to Rum. "So, where ya' from? Manhattan, ova' here."
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Post by rum on Jun 7, 2010 17:16:23 GMT -5
" na someone eles wants me to stay sobber,at least when there there" rum smrik when fox made her little comment on to the weather "So, where ya' from? Manhattan, ova' here." rum look at fox with a confusing look, she has'nt gotton use to the new yorkers accent's yet but she nows how to copy it "hm, well you see am a thief and right now, am living with another theif, whoes being very nice" rum did'nt now if she should tell fox the person's name are not so she just keep't it at "thif'', " you see am not from here, i'm from england, and i came here looking for my brutha, and to get way from some trouble" rum finished
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Post by Fox on Jun 7, 2010 17:36:41 GMT -5
"England? Huh", she commented, raising an eyebrow. "I could tell- ya' accent was different from us New Yorkers." Fox smiled and chuckled, brushing a strand of wet hair out of her face. She whipped her head around to see two people round the corner and walk up the street by Fox. They rudely tromped through the puddles, splashing icy water in Fox's face.
Watch where yerr going, will ya'? She thought to herself, scowling slightly. Within moments, she brushed it away. Even if her clothes got too dirty, she could just snag some, somewhere. There were still some stores in the city that she hadn't raided. "Trouble. I get in the hot seat alot, but not so much trouble." It sounded odd, but it was true. Sometimes, she was put into a really uncomfortable situation, but she always got out of it in true-Fox fashion. Avoiding trouble was a skill she gained over the years.
Fox scratched her red main of hair, her eyes darting around her. She thought it was pretty weird she was actually talking to someone she didn't know beforehand. Of course, she could talk to people, but most of the time they became uncomfortable. Fox couldn't care less, though. People in general really weren't her thing, but that was good. If someone had something to say about her, then whatever. Over the years, she'd been hardened to someone who couldn't be easily reached, unless you were close friends with her.
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