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Post by Spot Conlon on Sept 6, 2009 9:34:45 GMT -5
The bar side stools.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Sept 7, 2009 18:07:16 GMT -5
Spot walked into the restaurant and shook his head, still thinking about how stupid Goldie had to be to bet against Street Lexeme! She should have known better... Spot hopped on a stool and leaned his head on the counter, drooping his head. He had a long day, and to end it Goldie got kicked out of power?
"What is it today Conlon?" Said Edward, the bartender as he raised his eyebrow.
Spot looked up at him for a second the drooped his head back down again on the table.
"I'll get something strong"
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Post by Street on Sept 7, 2009 18:17:15 GMT -5
Street walked into the resturant, feeling pretty good with herself. Not only did she win two dollars, but the Bronx Leadership! Having been born and raised in Brooklyn, she knew the Bronx kids might have a problem with this, but hey, she was their leader. Soon, they would respect her like the Brooklynites respected Spot, and like her like Manhattan Newsies liked Cowboy...
Hopefully.
She stopped dead in her tracks, however, when she saw Spot Conlon himself sitting at the bar. She almost ran out into the street, but stopped herself. She was a leader now, she needed a backbone. "Hey, Spot! How's it goin'?" Street asked, sitting down a few stools away.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Sept 9, 2009 20:50:59 GMT -5
Spot peeked out between his arms and groaned softly, "Ey, Street" It was bad enough to have Cowboy as a leader now Street? She could barely take care of herself as you can see, thats how she got the name Street ain't it? Spot shook his head.
"Was it a close one?" Said the king of brooklyn, raising an eyebrow, knowing Street, he decided to talk about something she is interested in, why would Spot Conlon do such a nice deed? For his own selfish reasons of course, and the future of Bronx. Maybe if he softened her up enough he would get the girl to give up the Bronx power, which would not work in the slightest, and Spot knew that.
But it was worth a try.
"Her you go Spot" Said the bartender, then he looked at Street, "can I get you anything miss?"
((Sorry Spotsy is so mean in this post, he is just having a tantrum...))
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Post by Street on Sept 10, 2009 15:33:24 GMT -5
"Ey, Street," He said, Street's grin grew wider.
"Was it a close one?" She repeated, looking at him like he was stupid. "Do ya know me? No game I play is a close one, I clean the floor. Poor Goldie should've known that... Why didn't ya warn her?"
"Yeah, I would like, um... Nothin' strong, please." She nodded as the bartender took her order and left. "It's payday taday, I gotta have my wits about me when I go ta pick them pockets..."
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Post by Spot Conlon on Sept 11, 2009 20:36:02 GMT -5
"Do ya know me? No game I play is a close one, I clean the floor. Poor Goldie should've known that... Why didn't ya warn her?"
Spot pulled his over-sized newsie cap over his eyes, "If I could'a, I would'a" He closed his eyes under his hat, and muttered, "Trust me..."
"It's payday taday, I gotta have my wits about me when I go ta pick them pockets..."
"No, your not" Spot finished off his drink and got up, "Your a newsie now, ya sell pape's" Spot grabbed Streets shoulder and dragged her out bar, "Here, I'll show ya, the first thing ya need'a know is that sellin papes ain't easy, ya got it?"
Spot pulled out a sig from his pack and took a drag. Spot was about to show Street how hard it is to be a new york newsie.
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Post by Street on Sept 11, 2009 20:51:34 GMT -5
"If I could'a, I would'a" He closed his eyes under his hat, and muttered, "Trust me..."
"Spot Conlon, warn somebody? Ya must've really liked Goldie. Or do ya just hate me that much?" Street asked, teasing and serious at the same time.
"No, your not" Spot finished off his drink and got up, "Your a newsie now, ya sell pape's" Spot grabbed Streets shoulder and dragged her out bar, "Here, I'll show ya, the first thing ya need'a know is that sellin papes ain't easy, ya got it?"
Street jumped slightly as Spot dragged her out of the bar. She hadn't even taken a sip... "Ya know why I pick pockets? 'Cause I like it. I don't like being a Newsie. Besides, I'm in with all the informants now." She grinned. "Uh, yeah... I don't like smoke, of any kind." She said pointedly staring at Spot's cigarette. "And, since when did ya start smokin'? Before or after ya tried ta kick me out from under the Brooklyn Bridge?"
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Post by Spot Conlon on Sept 18, 2009 18:59:34 GMT -5
"Did I offer ya a smoke?" Spot looked at her out of the corner of his eye, "No"
Spot just ignored the other comment, "If you live in the lodging house, your a newsie, come on" He started walked toward the direction of the lodging house to get some papes. Spot took another drag of his sig and twirled his can as he walked, "You coming" He said without looking back. Why? Because he knew she was coming. Why did he ask then? Because he is Spot Conlon.
((Sorry its not so long, I'll beaf up the next.
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Post by Street on Sept 18, 2009 19:05:52 GMT -5
Spot just ignored the other comment, "If you live in the lodging house, your a newsie, come on" He started walked toward the direction of the lodging house to get some papes. Spot took another drag of his sig and twirled his can as he walked, "You coming" He said without looking back. Why? Because he knew she was coming. Why did he ask then? Because he is Spot Conlon.
"But... But I don't live in the Lodging House." Street replied, confused. She shook her head. "I never have and I never will. I thought ya knew I didn't like any kind of place that was crowded. I can't live in the Lodging House, I start ta panic and it feels like my chest is gonna explode I'm breathin' so hard." Street whispered, "It reminds me of the orphanage, and all I can think about is the screams..." She looked around quickly and saw people. "I gotta go, I can't be here, there's to many people." She gasped and darted into an alley that was deserted.
((If you haven't figured it out, Street had severe claustrophobia.))
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Post by Spot Conlon on Sept 22, 2009 19:30:30 GMT -5
"Okay, see ya" Spot just kept on marching toward the direction of manhattan. Either she was coming, or she wasnt. Its as simple as that, he could care less if she came or not, but sooner or later she had to become a newsie. He could let the Bronx reputation being "The borough with the criminal leader" Or something of that sort. Spot could also careless if she had peoplefobia or something like that. She was gonna get over it, she had to live in the lodging house. You see this is where Spot Conlon fails the IQ test, he had no idea that Street had chlostrophobia and he was stupid enough not to notis that.
"Are ya comin' or not ya hobo---" Then Spot finaly notist something was wrong, "Ey, Street? Ya okay?" He half jogged over to the Spot where Street hid.
"Street? Stre---" As Spot Conlon peeked his head into the alleyway he saw a man jump out of the darkness and grab Street's armm "Your comin' with me doll..." Spot gritted his teeth. Before Spot knew it he was standing over a shocked man with a broken nose.
"I--- I'm sorry Spot, it--- it won't happen again--- It wont" The man pleaded.
"It better not" Spot growled, "Come on Street, ya can thank me late'a"
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Post by Street on Sept 23, 2009 14:31:17 GMT -5
Street had stuck her head between her knees, practicing her breathing and trying to calm down. What a great way to talk with Spot... Freak out and then run off. She sighed and began to stand. Suddenly, a hand that felt like iron to her small frame clasped her arm and shook her. Not quite recovered from the panic attack, she tried to focus on him dizzily. He was large... Street reached out and hit him hard, well, what she thought was hard.
She didn't notice that Spot had arrived and that he had also punched the man. All she knew was that she had hit him-in the stomach-and now he was on the ground, clutching his nose. She was confused and she swayed a bit, wondering what had happened. What if she had hit him so hard in the stomach that his insides came out through his nose? She giggled weakly at this and then turned when she heard another voice. Oh. God.
Spot.
She tried to smile and thank him, but for some reason everything was going fuzzy. Her eyesights was going spotty. She giggled at this. Spotty. Then, everything swirled and she reached out, trying to latch onto anything to keep her up. She grasped Spot's arm and fell to her knees. "Thank. You. So much." She whispered, smiling up at her savior. She didn't quite understand what had happened, but all she knew was that Spot was there and had obviously saved her from something very bad. Then, still smiling happily, she passed out and collapsed, her grip on his arm not quite loosening.
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