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Post by Poet on Sept 15, 2009 22:09:30 GMT -5
"Extra extra, 5 kids trapped in burning building in Manhattan, none survive!!" Her voice rang as she waved her last two papes in the air. Two suckers rushed over one handing her a nickel and the other handing her a quarter. She smmirked, these men tipped nicely, of course it was probably because they'd been watching her for awhile. She shoved the change in her pocket before pulling out a cigarette and lighting it bringing it to her lips. She continued her stroll around the park, finally done with selling she was proud of herself. She looked up at the sky as she blew the smoke out of her mouth and hummed a soft tune to herself. She took off her cap and shoved it in her back pocket, letting her waves of hair fall freely down passed her shoulders. She looked around, not many people were around any more. She shrugged and looked down at her feet as she walked and took another drag on her bad habit. She wondered what she would do next, she had journeyed just over a mile to get here, but she really had no desire to head back quite yet.
She bit her lower lip before looking up again and letting the sun hit her eyes just riht to where they lit up like crystals. She loved being who she was most of the time, other times she wished she were someone else, but everyone had their moments. She wondered if any of Hawkeye's boys were around this area, but she really didn't see anyone she recognized yet.
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Post by Hawkeye on Sept 15, 2009 23:09:13 GMT -5
Hawkeye knew the Queens leader was in his borough and he wanted to know why. He didn't trust her or that new kid who was running the Bronx. He planned to find out what they were all about and if he could trust them. Turning the corner, he saw Poet selling her last few papes. A leader selling in other newsies teritory? Not a good start...
"Ya lost, Queenie, or did you just decide to come see what big, bad Harlem is all about?" No sense in beating around the bush. Hawkeye wasn't nice unless he wanted to be, best she knew that from the begining.
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Post by Poet on Sept 16, 2009 18:14:25 GMT -5
Poet eyed Hawkeye and shrugged slightly, she wasn't intimidated and besides she could take care of herself. "Not really, jus' passin' through" she said taking a long drag on her cigarette and looking him up and down. She wondered why he went about things they way he did, and she knew he was iffy about her, she assumed he had all right to be, just cause Irish and Jack were fine with her, and Street of course and Spot to an extent, didn't mean he had to be. She stopped and leaned against a tree as she looked at him,"and besides those were the only two papes I sold on yer territory so don't be complainin either, I jus' had ta get rid of them,"she added. She looked down at her shoes and kicked a pebble aside,"honestly, if ya wanna know somethin about meh jus' ask alreadeh cause I'm sick of you being so questioning toward me and how I do my job,"she said her tone defensive but not in a way to where it sounded harsh and rude.
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Post by Hawkeye on Sept 26, 2009 4:04:17 GMT -5
"Not really, jus' passin' through"
Hawkeye snorted, realizing she was probably just going to visit Irish. His second in command seemed to have a thing for the Queens leader lately, but Hawk knew he’d probably be over her in a week or so, just like all the others. If Irish broke Poet’s heart and it ruined relationships between the two territories, he’d kill him. At the very least demote him and make it difficult to walk. “Sure, sure...” He shrugged off her excuse.
"and besides those were the only two papes I sold on yer territory so don't be complainin either, I jus' had ta get rid of them,"
Any other newsie would have felt ashamed, even guilty as Poet guessed his earlier thoughts, but Hawkeye wasn’t leader for nothing. He gave her a steely glare and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it in one fluid movement. “I don care if it was one pape, doll. You sellin’ in my territory takes business away from my newsies and that ain’t alright with me. I’ll let it slide this time,” he offered, “but don’t do it again, yeah?”
”honestly, if ya wanna know somethin about meh jus' ask alreadeh cause I'm sick of you being so questioning toward me and how I do my job,"
He took a drag then stepped closer, invading personal space. “I’ll question whoever I damn well please. If I don trust you, I don trust you. And until I’m satisfied, you’ll just have to deal with it.” He backed up again and looked down the street to where he could see one of his newsies selling. “My newsies come first for me,” he stated turning back to her. “I know it’s a foreign concept to you, putting others before yourself, but I suggest you try it sometime.”
Let it never be said that Hawkeye couldn’t make enemies, the man could make enemies out of Mother Goose if it suited him to, but for once he wasn’t trying. He didn’t really have anything against Poet, or her leadership skills, but until she proved herself to him she might as well be on his black list. And Hawkeye’s black list was not a place you wanted to be.
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Post by Poet on Sept 26, 2009 13:02:29 GMT -5
She looked at him and then looked down as she kicked at the ground with the tip of her shoe, she sighed and then looked back up at him. "I completely understand where yer comin' from, and it won't happen again ok?"she murmured as she looked over her shoulder for a second. It was hard for her to keep her attention lately, she had become paranoid beyond belief about that Killer guy who beat her pretty bad, yeah she had found out his name, some kids told her they knew of him. She managed to look back at Hawkeye and she put out her cigarette before shoving her hands in her pockets in a fidgetty manner. "I ain't gonna argue wit ya, I really don't want to make this harder then it has to beh, you do what ya gotta do...."she said.
She looked down again and allowed her hair to drape into her face,"I know it matters to an extent what ya think of meh, and I know I don't want any problems between territories jus' as you do I assume....but yer allowed ta think whateve you want about meh, cause I know when it comes down to it, the only thing that matters is what I think of myself..."she said this in a tone that was a sort of serious and understanding concept. She tilted her head as she looked at him again, her hair toppling to one side revealing the nice scar Killer had left down the side of her neck,"and if ya realleh wanna know what I think of you, well I respect you as I do with all the leaders, and you have yer priorities and ya seem like yer a great leader too, but see it still doesn't matta what I think, it's what you think,"she concluded with a small smile on her face.
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Post by Hawkeye on Sept 30, 2009 4:49:31 GMT -5
Hawkeye nodded, glad she understood. It gave her points in his mind and points were a good thing. He watched her fidget, put out her cigarette, and look over shoulder in a bemused manner. Whoever had beaten her up had scared her good and that wasn’t becoming on a leader. It made their newsies skittish as well and then the whole borough was screwed.
He looked her in the eye quietly, allowing his confidence and calmness to spread to her. “Calm down, Poet. No one’s gonna mess with ya in my territory. We scare people too much,” he said winking at her. “Try to put on a calm face, especially around your kids. Even though you may be scared shitless out on the inside, if you look cool, calm, and collected, they will be to.” He took a drag and ruffled his own hair, moving it out of his eyes.
"and if ya realleh wanna know what I think of you, well I respect you as I do with all the leaders, and you have yer priorities and ya seem like yer a great leader too, but see it still doesn't matta what I think, it's what you think,"
Smirking a little, Hawkeye chuckled, “Well thanks, doll.” It was nice to have someone’s respect based on something other than fear. In fact, he found it rather refreshing. “You’re definitely moving up on my list too.” That simple statement was as good as a “thumbs up” and two “good jobs” from the Harlem leader and very few, other than Jack, had ever received it.
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Post by Poet on Sept 30, 2009 9:48:38 GMT -5
She listened to him as he spoke in a rather calm tone. She nodded at his words until he stopped speaking. She looked down and pulled out another cigarette and placed it between her lips before lighting it with a match. She inhaled and managed to look back up into his eyes as she tilted her head again. "well thanks..... and I'm working on it trust meh, I keep a pretty tough face around meh burough, it's jus' harder when it comes to the leaders, it's hard when I know I'm being judged ova something that could ultimately lose the respect that others have fer me, and when it comes down to it honestleh it ain't meh boys that have all say in whether I stay in my position, in the end its up ta you and the other three,"she muttered as she blew out a small smoke ring to the side away from him before she looked back into his gaze. She was glad that she was moving up on his list, it made her feel a little more safe on keeping where she stood.
She bit her lip slightly as she eyed him and then she let a small sigh escape her lips,"how's Irish doin' do ya know?"she asked him, she worried that every hour she made him wait was pulling him farther and farther away.
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Post by Hawkeye on Jan 3, 2010 20:48:36 GMT -5
Hawkeye disagreed with her to be honest; his position depended entirely on the kids he looked after. He’d be leader until they kicked him out and to hell with what anyone else thought. He chose not to tell that to Poet though, she’d figure it out on her own eventually.
"how's Irish doin' do ya know?"
“Well I ain’t seen him much lately, but when I do he’s fuckin quiet. So no, I don’t really. You’d know better ‘n I would, Poet…” He gave her a cold look, letting her know just exactly who he blamed for his second’s behavior lately. Glancing down the street again, he saw that the newsie who’d been there before was gone and that the sun was beginning to set. Hawk wanted to go down to the pub for a drink before curfew and since he still had to go back to the LH to check how selling went, he should be going soon. Inhaling the last of his cigarette, he dropped the butte and ground it into the dirt with the toe of his boot.
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Post by Poet on Jan 5, 2010 17:17:45 GMT -5
Poet sighed softly, she knew what that look meant and it hurt her to know Irish was so upset. She knew what her answer was at this point though and she knew Irish would be ecstatic about it.She looked up into Hawk's eyes and bit her bottom lip,"He'll be fine....trus' meh....he doesn't know yet but I've made up my mind and it's good fer both of us....he'll be back ta his old self in no time I promise..."she assurred him. She was ready to be with Irish and only him.
She looked up at the darkening sky and rubbed her left arm with her right hand taking note of the route back to the lodging house in her head, there was no way that any of her boys were going to be around this area at this time so she knew she'd have to find someone to walk her back. She looked down abit and took in a slow breath,"great....ya haven't seen any of my boys around hereh have ya? I need ta find someone ta walk with now wit our new rules and all..."she murmured uncomfortably feeling like she had just cornered Hawk into an obligation he didn't sign up for.
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