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Post by Les Jacobs on Jun 25, 2010 22:35:57 GMT -5
Les followed Jack closely. He was watching every move. Cowboy's shirt was tucked into his belt. Les looked at his own pants. He had no belt. I need one.... Les thought. He wondered how he could get one. David would just say that Les didn't need a belt. His pants did fit fine... Les looked around. He spotted a string, left over from a newspaper bundle. He hurried over and snatched it up in his hands. Les strung it through the loops around her pants and tied like Jack did.
Jack has his shirt tucked in... Les thought and tucked his shirt into the belt. He looked up and discovered that Jack had kept walking. Les hurried after him. Not wanting to get left behind, Les ran to catch up. Les looked at what Jack was wearing one last time. He noticed that the buttons on his shirt were unbuttoned. Relaxed. David would never allow it. He would force Les to button his shirts up all the way. But Cowboy wore the buttons down. Les undid a few of them, meeting halfway between Jack and David.
Les caught up again and drew his sword. He faked a few blows just behind Jack, before skipping forward and "stabbing" him in the back. "Ha Ha!" he shouted happily.
Word Count;; 247
Muse;; Eh...
Notes;; So cute...
Tags;; Jackey Boy, Open[/font] |
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Post by Jack Kelly on Jun 26, 2010 22:13:46 GMT -5
Jack was walking along, just your average selling papers, a day in Manhattan. His Manhattan. The sun was shining, the streets were active and crowded with people talking and shouting. Les was tagging along but Jack didn't mind, he just let the kid follow behind him, happy that Les wasn't distracting him from his city at the moment. He help his papers in his hand, his red bandanna being tugged at lightly by the breeze. He ran a hand through his hair and smiled up at the sun, hearing the cries of other newsboys' echoing through out the streets.
It was this moment when Les sent his fake wooden sword into Jack's back. He stumbled forward in surprise, before turning and grinning at Les. "Easy Les, easy. Good aim though." He turned to face the boy completely and his gaze dropped from Les' undone buttons to the string tied around his waist, his hazel eyes lighting up. Looks like he had more influence on the little boy than he thought. Stopping, deciding to take a brief break from selling, he leaned against a building, setting his papes on a crate and grinned at Les. "So, what are you? A cowboy pirate? That's pretty impressive."
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Post by Les Jacobs on Jun 26, 2010 22:27:45 GMT -5
Les grinned broadly and sheathed his weapon. "Yea. David says I have to be careful though... He says he'll take my sword away..." he said with a sigh. Les considered his sword his personal defense mechanism. He would use it to protect himself from the bums and thugs that he had to deal with. Well, I've only come face to face with a thug once... And I lost, even with the sword... Les thought, remembering the time that Oscar Delancey had thrown him in the mud. Les grinned as he remembered watched Cowboy beat them up.
Les always got braver when Jack was around. I'm his back-up, that's for sure, Les thought. While he wasn't technically Jack Kelly's back-up, but Les liked to think so... "You won't let him take it right?" Les asked. David had said that if Les pretended to kill another person that the sword would be taken... Les had stabbed Cowboy in the back, so that would constitute as "killing". "He said that if I stabbed another person that he'd take it away..." Les made a pouty face and stuffed his hand in his pocket.
Word Count;; 238
Muse;; Eh...
Notes;; David's a meany!
Tags;; Jack[/font] |
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Post by Jack Kelly on Jun 28, 2010 20:05:49 GMT -5
Jack gave a grin back to Les and then pulled out his cigarettes, he didn't smoke often, only when he was stressed or needed to think, or if he felt like splurging. This was such a good day, he needed to celebrate. Listening to Les, he lit up and smirked at the kid's comment about David, shaking his head. "Davey wouldn't know fun even if it bit him in the ar--...rear."
He shook his head, "Naw, I won't. Just don't "kill" anyone when your brother's around, huh? But if not, kill away." He smirked, kids would be kids. He knew that. You couldn't nag them for every little thing or they'd go crazy. You had to give them just enough chain for them to be free. He knew Les respected him and looked up to him. Heck, the kid would practically do anything he asked. Of course Jack would never take advantage of Les like that.
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Post by Les Jacobs on Jul 10, 2010 10:21:41 GMT -5
Les nodded vigorously. He could do that. Well behaved when David was around, and he could do as he pleased when he wasn't. Les could handle that no problem. That was easy. Everyone was happy. Les got to kill and fake fight as he pleased and David got to think Les was listening to him. Wonderful! Les shrugged. He wondered if he should bring home a paper for mama and papa, or if David would do that... Jake would know. Les would ask him! "Jack?" Les started. He needed to gather his thoughts first. Les started the question without knowing how to ask it.... He pondered different options of asking and finally decided after a few moments.
"Usually, David and I bring home a pape for mama and papa," Les continued. "Um, should I bring them one or do you think David will?" Les didn't actually know just where he was going to get another paper, but he'd figure it out. Maybe he'd buy on from another Newsie.... I'll cross that bridge if I need to... he thought. Les grinned and searched for his licorice whips that was in his pocket. He started to eat it and made it appear like it was a cigarette. Just like Jack's. Still, Les had to promise David that he wouldn't actually smoke. So, Les compromised with licorice.
Word Count;; 262
Muse;; Dang it Skitts....
Tags;; Jack |
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