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Post by Street on Sept 13, 2009 18:39:29 GMT -5
Street entered Tibby's, she sat at the nearest table she could find. Was she insane to be going into Manhattan when Jack was missing? Or did she just have an urge for Tibby's famous hotdogs?
She hummed as she looked around. The place was pretty deserted. Not many people, let alone Manhattaners. She shook her head, Spot's latest taunting was stuck in her mind. 'Hobo, Hobo!' It said, over and over...
She sighed and ordered a hotdog-plain. She loved hotdogs.
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Post by Mush Meyers on Sept 13, 2009 18:44:01 GMT -5
Mush walks into Tibby's and sees Street sitting alone. He walks oveer and sits next to her. "Hows it going?" he asks.
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Post by Street on Sept 13, 2009 18:49:10 GMT -5
"Hows it going?" he asks.
Street jumped a little and looked at him. "Oh, I suppose it's goin' good. Besides the fact that I'm in Manhattan. Ya know, crossin' borders..." She shook her head, "Did ya want somethin' ta eat? I'm sure I can get Tibby over here again." She told him, waiting for his answer.
Street bit into her hotdog. Yeah, the trip to Manhattan was worth it. She sighed with contentment.
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Post by Mush Meyers on Sept 13, 2009 18:54:05 GMT -5
"Do ya want something to eat?" she asked. "Uh- Yea sure I could go for a hot dog. So watcha doin here anyway?" He asked her.
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Post by Street on Sept 13, 2009 18:59:31 GMT -5
She ordered him a hotdog. Street shrugged, "Ya know, same old same old. I come for the hotdogs." Sh grinned. "Honest!" She chuckled. "Ya haven't heard from Jack have ya? Ya see, he probably still thinks Goldie's the leader..." She shook her head sadly. "I hope nothin' happened ta him."
She took another large bite, enjoying the hotdog immensely. She smiled at him, waiting for him to reply. Suddenly, a flash of gold caught her eye. "Did ya see that man's watch? Solid gold! Oh, if only I was outside, I would snatch that quicker then anythin'!" Street said excitedly, the familiar itch returning to her fingers as she thought about stealing.
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Post by Mush Meyers on Sept 13, 2009 19:04:58 GMT -5
"You wish Street." He laughed. "Naw I don't think nothin' happened to Jack. He's probably stealin' some food or savin' someone from Snyder. You know the usual. I can see if the boys can find him for ya. I mean if ya want." He said taking a bite from his hot dog.
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Post by Street on Sept 13, 2009 19:12:40 GMT -5
"You wish Street." He laughed. "Naw I don't think nothin' happened to Jack. He's probably stealin' some food or savin' someone from Snyder. You know the usual. I can see if the boys can find him for ya. I mean if ya want." He said taking a bite from his hot dog.
Street laughed with him. "Aren't ya a little bit concerned for him? I mean, it's been a while. What is Snyder did catch up with him?" She said, shocked that this could be true. "I don't really care if ya find him or not. I mean, well I care, but..." She took a breath and started again. "Look, Spot's gettin' on me and Irish's back about Jack. He's wants ta know where he is and now... Poet ain't too happy either..." Street shook her head.
"Anyway, did ya catch Medda's show last night? It was great, honest! That must've been a good night for her. I had ta give up dinner last night though, I couldn't pay for both..." She sighed and took another bite. "That's why I came the whole way ta Manhattan for a lousy hotdog. Not only are they cheap, but they're good... and fillin'!" She nodded matter-of-factly.
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Post by Mush Meyers on Sept 13, 2009 19:17:20 GMT -5
"Yeah, ya got that right. But I'm sure Jack is fine. Look me and da boys, we'll go down to the refuge and see if anyone's seen him unless we bump into him or Dave on the streets. Just trust me we'll get him and if Spot's got anything to say he'll have to tallk to me." He gave her a reasurring smile.
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Post by Street on Sept 13, 2009 19:25:00 GMT -5
"Yeah, ya got that right. But I'm sure Jack is fine. Look me and da boys, we'll go down to the refuge and see if anyone's seen him unless we bump into him or Dave on the streets. Just trust me we'll get him and if Spot's got anything to say he'll have to tallk to me." He gave her a reasurring smile.
"That's good ta know Mush. Ya might want ta drop by the Docks and tell Spot that yourself..." She said grumbily. "Apparently, I'm about to be banned from Brooklyn..." She shook her head then her eyes widened. "No, ya don't have ta do that. He might do somethin' bad. It's me own problem, not yours." She handed him his hotdog. "Eat up!"
(if you didn't notice Street says honest! alot)
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Post by Mush Meyers on Sept 13, 2009 19:30:41 GMT -5
"Alright if that's what ya want Street. I can't see Spot kickin' you outta Brooklynn though. Thanks for the dog I'm starvin'." He hungrily takes a bite of his hot dog. "Sorry, I did go see Medda and like yous i couldn't pay for both and i didn't eat lunch yesterday." he said mouth still full.
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Post by Street on Sept 13, 2009 19:36:23 GMT -5
"Alright if that's what ya want Street. I can't see Spot kickin' you outta Brooklynn though. Thanks for the dog I'm starvin'." He hungrily takes a bite of his hot dog. "Sorry, I did go see Medda and like yous i couldn't pay for both and i didn't eat lunch yesterday." he said mouth still full.
"Believe me, he's tried." She said darkly. "But, I ain't movin' out from under the bridge, no siree." She said. "Medda's great ain't she?" Street asked. "Besides the fact that she's kinda old..." She shrugged, not really caring. "Haven't seen ya around much Mush, where ya been?"
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Post by Mush Meyers on Sept 13, 2009 19:43:40 GMT -5
"Ah you know selling papes for old man Pulitzer. Just like every other day. I haven't been out much I'm always with da guys. We should get together sometime. Ya know all of us, hows bout tomorrow?" he asked. " Oh and if ya need any help with Spot, wich i doubt, come down an' see us. We would love to help ya."
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Post by Street on Sept 13, 2009 19:48:22 GMT -5
"Ah you know selling papes for old man Pulitzer. Just like every other day. I haven't been out much I'm always with da guys. We should get together sometime. Ya know all of us, hows bout tomorrow?" he asked. " Oh and if ya need any help with Spot, wich i doubt, come down an' see us. We would love to help ya."
"I might just have ta take ya up on that... It's stressful bein' the youngest leader, and a girl on top of it. I don't know how Poet handles it." Street shook her head. "Oh, how much money are ya makin' generally?" She asked. "Enough ta feed yourself hopefully. I pick pockets 'cause I wasn't makin' enough sellin' papes. Besides, do ya know how dangerous it is for a girl ta be on the streets these days?" She asked him.
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Post by Mush Meyers on Sept 13, 2009 19:55:10 GMT -5
"Ya i make enough. On a good day. You really need a new hobby, Street. You be careful out there ok?" he gave her a curious look, " How is Spot these days?"
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Post by Street on Sept 13, 2009 20:00:29 GMT -5
"Ya i make enough. On a good day. You really need a new hobby, Street. You be careful out there ok?" he gave her a curious look, " How is Spot these days?"
She looked affronted. "I do have a hobby! I go ta the library. Stealin' is how I put food in me mouth, Mush. Just like ya sell papes, I run inta old men and pick their pockets." She smiled. "I'm good on the careful bit. Spot is well... Spot. It ain't like he's gonna go skippin' down the road singin' and givin' out free money any time soon, ya know?" She smiled and laughed. "That's my job, Lalala."
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