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Post by Poet on Sept 28, 2009 22:08:25 GMT -5
(Note: This is the day after Poet's run in with Killer)
She sat at the table, her head bowed as her hair toppled into her face. Her eyes were focused on her hands that rested on the table holding one another. Her right hand was wrapped up in a blue bandanna and her eyes were bloodshot, she hadn't gotten any sleep all night. She knew that Malleus had to be worried about what had happened to her, but she was ten times more afraid even if she wouldn't show it to her newsies. She had called upon Hunter to tell all of the leaders to meet, they needed to talk about the safety of their newsies. She shifted in her seat slightly and her hair fell to one side, revealing the long cut along the side of her neck. Her sleeves were rolled up on her shirt and the top shirt was unbuttoned enough to reveal the cut along her collarbone and shoulder too. She winced softly to herself but kept her gaze down, they should be arriving any minute now, she just hoped that they wouldn't throw a fit, Malleus had been the only one to see what had happened to her, everyone else was in for a big surprise to the damage that was done.
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Post by Street on Sept 29, 2009 18:12:54 GMT -5
Street was humming slightly as she walked into the meeting room, she was on top of the world. Not only had she seen Hunter, but she'd seen Levi... And now, she was going to see Spot. On top of all that, she'd won the best poker game she'd had in years. So now, she had a bounce in her step and five dollars in her pocket. She sighed contently and then looked around, smiling slightly. Poet was sitting at the table, she must have called the meeting, Hunter hadn't said. Street was about to say hi, but then she saw Poet-really saw her-despite the swinging light.
"My God, Poet, what happened ta ya?" Street asked shocked. She known about Poet's run in with Killer, but she hadn't known how bad it was... "Did Killer do this ta ya?" She asked quietly. She sat down at her seat-the smallest and ricketiest chair. She was frowning, an unusual occurance for Street. "How bad is it?" She was asking about the wounds and Killer's rampage.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Sept 30, 2009 21:29:57 GMT -5
((Note:: This is after Spot met Ace XD))
Spot walked walked down the hall leading to the room, tapping his cane on the walls on either side of him. The noise eco'd through the house, now, everyone knew he was here. That's how it should be. Spot was in a good mood, why you ask? Now that's something for Spot to know and for every living human being in New York City to found out now, isn't it? Then he got to the door, well, time to figure out what this whole thing is about. He turned the door knob and opened the door, "Okay, Poet what do ya---" Spot froze at the door way, "Oh my god, Poet what happened to ya?" Spot came over to the chair Poet was sitting and kneeled next to her, "Who did this to ya?" He asked, after not to long of a wait for a answer he turned to Street, (Who he hadn't seen since he carried her back to her apartment, that day when she passed out in the alleyway) "Who did this ta her?"
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Post by Poet on Sept 30, 2009 21:42:50 GMT -5
Her head lifted at the sound of Street's worried voice, followed by a frantic Spot Conlon kneeling at her chair side. She looked from Street to Spot and managed to speak. Her voice was almost emotionless, an eery sort of aura was easily present in how she sat there. She looked at Spot and her pained eyes met his,"some guy named Killer....." she answered his question first which also answered Street's question as well as to if he had been the one who had done it.
She pulled her hair to one side revealing the long cut along side her neck that trailed down her shoulder as well. She looked down and managed to lift the lower half of her shirt, revealing bruises along her whole stomach. She winced slightly as she did this and after letting them see the damage and watching their reactions, she put her shirt back down and shook her head. "Our kids aren't safe...... we need ta do something about all this," she stated and in all her pain and suffering she wasn't worried about herself she was worried about the safety of her newsies, the rest of the leaders and their newsies, she didn't want anyone else to go through this.
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Post by Street on Oct 1, 2009 15:30:17 GMT -5
Street flushed when Spot entered. He had been the cause of her sleepness nights. Not only was she freaking out about him carrying her back to the Lodging House, but also because of what she had seen and overheard in Manhattan. She shook her head infintely and focused on what Poet was saying. "Well... Killa..." She started, not sure how to begin. "I agree that he needs ta be taken care of... but... Should we just attack him like that? We'd be no better then him and it be unfair. I think someone should talk ta him." She said in a rush, looking everywhere but the two in front of her.
"I'll do it. I'll talk ta him. If I get hurt or die... Well, I'm outta your hair, ain't I?" She said flatly-angrier and colder then she ever was. She agreed Killer was a problem... but... "I've seen his eyes... There's pain behind them. Maybe if we just..." She trailed off, not knowing what she was saying. But she had to do something. She had to prove that she deserved to be leader, that she was smarter then they thought, she had to make Spot notice her... She stopped cold. She would not think of that. She had Hunter... She bit her lip, staring up at the swinging light. "I'll talk ta him." She confirmed in a whisper, more to herself then anyone else.
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