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Post by jackkelly on Sept 15, 2009 0:54:57 GMT -5
Stay out unless you're lookin' to get whacked. Cowboy don't take kindly to trespassers.
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Post by Poet on Sept 15, 2009 7:55:22 GMT -5
She hesitated as she walked up the staircase toward Jack's room. She had alot to tell him, alot to ask, and too much to contemplate. She ran a hand through her hair as she reached the door and looked at it, she didn't know if he was back from selling yet but one of his boys mentioned he should be. She tilted her head as she took her last drag on her cigarette and brought her fist to the door knocking on it lightly. She wouldn't let it show that she was worried, stressed, frustrated, she had a small smile on her face and until she knew they were alone, if he was here, she would not let that break. She would not show anybody her hurt, her frustrations or confusions unless she absolutely trusted them, Jack was one of those people. She'd trusted him for years now, they'd been friends since they were little and she knew he'd be there for her. She looked down as she waited for him to answer if he was on the other side of that door, and she hoped if he was that she didn't wake him if he happened to be sleeping.
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Post by Kid Blink on Sept 16, 2009 22:08:16 GMT -5
"Hey!" Blink rushed over to the girl knocking on the door , "What do ya think your do'n wakin up Kelly?" Kid put himself between the door and the girl.
"Look Cowboy might look like a nice guy but honestly, he fets a little grump---" Blink stopped in mid sentence as he realized it was the Queens leader, "Oh! Oh, I'm sorry Poet! Agh--I'll jus-- I'll just go now..." Blink moved around Poet careful not to touch her. Once he got around her he slowly back pedaled towards his dorm.
"Uh... Sorry again I---" Blink babbled on as he headed towards where the other newsies were, laughing at him. He kept apolagizing over and over, not looking where he was going. So as he hit his head against an open door, "Ow!" Blink frowned and rubbed his head.
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Post by Poet on Sept 16, 2009 22:20:40 GMT -5
Poet's eyes followed Blink as he walked around her and away, once he hit the door she winced and rushed over to him. "Are you ok hun?"she asked. She really wasn't a harsh person when it came down to it unless she had to defend herself. She looked into his eyes and lifted his chin with her hand examining his head,"jeese boyo, ya need some ice, it's bruisin fast,"she said as she touched the spot that was turning color on his forhead,"does it hurt?"she asked him softly, she really wished he hadn't gotten all overwhelmed about it being her and not another girl. "It's ok you know ya don't hafta be afraid of me Kid, I ain't Spot ya know,"she added with her signature breath taking smile.
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Post by jackkelly on Sept 19, 2009 17:15:38 GMT -5
The door to Jack's room swung open suddenly, revealing a very grumpy-looking, bleary-eyed Jack Kelly. He'd woken up this morning not feeling so hot, and a day of selling papers out in the elements hadn't exactly resolved the issue. Once he'd cleared his stash, he'd uncharacteristically decided to head back to the lodging house for some peace and quiet, and had been neck-deep into a heavy nap when he'd been awoken by a knock on his door and a brief scuffle outside.
Glaring into the hallway, he scowled to Blink before his expression softened marginally, his eyes settling on Poet.
"Oh, it's you," he grumbled, and raked his fingers through his disheveled hair and pawing the sleep from his eyes. "Whatcha want? And whadja do to him?"
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Post by Poet on Sept 19, 2009 17:31:11 GMT -5
Poet dropped her hand from Kid's face and turned abruptly at the sound of Jack's voice, a smile spreading across her face, her eyes sparkling. "Jack!" she practically chirped but fell silent at his tone. She stepped away from Blink and tilted her head as she looked int Jack's eyes. She hadn't seen him in quite some time, days, weeks maybe. She bit her lower lip out of her typical habit and stepped toward him more til she had about a foot seperating her from Jack. She looked up into his eyes, her own wide eyed and puppy dogged, she knew he had a soft spot for her, most guys did, and of course he was always nice unless you woke him up or unless he had a bad day, unfortunately for her it seemed to be both today. She looked down slightly before meeting his gaze again,"I wanted ta talk to ya.....please..."she said her voice sounding slightly apologetic for disturbing him.
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Post by Kid Blink on Sept 22, 2009 22:05:49 GMT -5
"Are you ok hun?"
"Yeah I just..." He rubbed his head again, "You know..."
"jeese boyo, ya need some ice, it's bruisin fast,"
"Uh... Okay, thanks"
"does it hurt?"
"Ow! Yes, yes"
"It's ok you know ya don't hafta be afraid of me Kid, I ain't Spot ya know,"
"Oh I know that! Your no Spot Conlon,I ain't scared of ya, Poet I was just..." Then Jack walked through the door.
"Whatcha want? And whadja do to him?"
"Uh... Jack she didn't do anything ta me, she was helpin' me! Ya see I bumped me head... and, she was helpin' me"
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Post by jackkelly on Sept 25, 2009 19:39:12 GMT -5
"Uh... Jack, she didn't do anything ta me, she was helpin' me! Ya see I bumped me head... and, she was helpin' me."
Jack sighed and flipped his hand in Blink's direction dismissively. "Get outta here, Blink, ya bother me," he grumbled, turning back into his room and leaving the door open. "You," he said, gesturing to Poet, "get in here." He frowned and pressed the knuckle of his first finger into his ear, shaking it as he crossed to settle on his bed again. He felt like he was getting a cold. That was just friggin' great...
"Shut the door," he instructed her. "Whadja wanna talk to me about?"
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Post by Poet on Sept 25, 2009 20:47:14 GMT -5
Poet looked over her shoulder at Kid and gave him a look of apology before she followed Jack into his room and shut the door behind her. She leaned her back against the door and she looked at him as she tilted her head to the side as she looked at him, she sensed his agrivation,"Are ya ok? I don't wanna put more on yer plate if you already have enough ta handle Jack...."she said. She bit her lip and slid to a seated position on the floor, her knees to her chest and her back against the door still. "I jus'..... yer not mad at meh are ya?"she asked first, she had to make sure that they were ok and he wasn't upset with her at all.
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Post by jackkelly on Sept 25, 2009 22:11:16 GMT -5
Jack flopped back on his bed and pressed the heels of his hands against his eyelids, grunting softly. "Why would I be mad at you, girl?" he asked, consciously trying to tone down the aggravation in his voice.
A thought struck him, and he lifted his head, staring over his body at her across the room. "What, you do something I ain't heard about yet?"
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Post by Poet on Sept 25, 2009 23:43:04 GMT -5
She shook her head at his thought and she stood slowly and walked across the room. She sat down at the foot of his bed and folded her hands in her lap. She looked down as her waves of hair toppled into her face,"I ain't done nothin' wrong lately dat ya ain't heard of.....ya heard bout meh gettin' the tar beat outta meh though right? by some tough guy meh stomach's still bruised up, the cuts on my neck and shoulda are healin', but that ain't what I came hereh ta talk to you about Cowboy...."she said, the last sentence in a softer tone. She never really called him Cowboy unless it was on a whim and she was excited or unless she had alot on her mind and she had problems that had to do with him, in this case it was the second one if you didn't figure that out yet. She fidgetted with her hands in her lap and took in a deep breath,"I.....we've been friends since we was kids Jack.....and its gettin' harder now that we're older..."she wondered if he'd pick up on anything she as trying to say.
She still didn't look at him,"Jack.....jus' answer meh this before I even tell ya what's on meh mind please.....answer meh this..... how much do you care about me?"she asked her voice soft as ever, and this was when she looked at him meeting his eyes with her concerned and longing eyes.
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Post by jackkelly on Sept 26, 2009 1:47:06 GMT -5
Jack groaned inwardly as she spoke. Yeah, he'd heard about her failed fight, but only just that morning. He'd intended to make his way into Queens during the day to find her and get the details, but his throbbing headache had put the kibosh on that plan. After being woken from his nap, the thought had left his mind completely, and now he felt guilty for not acting on it sooner.
"But that ain't what I came here ta talk to you about Cowboy... I... We've been friends since we was kids Jack... and its gettin' harder now that we're older... Jack...jus' answer me this before I even tell ya what's on me mind please... answer me this... How much do you care about me?"
He turned his gaze away from her and, as he was still lying on his back, tilted his head back to stare at the wall on the other side of his bed. He'd had a feeling Poet would be getting around to this... She'd always been the mushy type.
"Look, girl, I heard about you gettin' worked over, yeah, but I hear a lot of things. And a lot of what I'm hearin' lately is about you. How you been hangin' all over that Irish kid. How you was sittin' on his lap at Medda's the other night." He lifted his head again to look at her, nudging her to catch her gaze, and raised an eyebrow pointedly. "I care about you lots, Poet. But didn't you decide to be Irish's girl while I was gone?"
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Post by Poet on Sept 26, 2009 13:19:16 GMT -5
"I care about you lots, Poet. But didn't you decide to be Irish's girl while I was gone?"
She looked at him and then looked down as she shook her head at her own foolishness. He had been gone for quite some time before he had come back, did he expect her to wait like a sitting duck for him. She shook her head again at that thought, that was just cruel of her to even think to herself in this way. She stood and began to pace at the end of his bed, she forcefully shoved her hands in her pockets as she looked down not looking up at him once yet. She didn't know if what he had just said was what she had wanted to hear, or if she would have preferred him pushing her out the door and telling her to leave him alone. She turned on her heel and stopped as she pulled her hands out of her pockets and put them on the wood piece at the foot of his bed. She stood for a moment collecting herself, her thoughts.
"Yeah....I did, but you don't see what I've put him through Jack.... ya don't see how almost everytime he looks at me, he can see the pain behind my eyes, the tears behind my smile.... you don't see how he can still see me holding on to something that isn't him, and I ain't gonna hold back right now and look like I'm all high and mighty and tough infront of ya right now, cause you know meh, you know that I have my bad sides, my good sides, my sad sides Jack, and I ain't gonna pretend to be happy fer yer sake........." she paused and looked down again. She thought about Irish, she wondered what she was going to do, she had too many options to handle right now and she knew putting herself first was not one of those options. She shook her head again and looked at Jack, her eyes glossed over but she wasn't crying, she was holding at least that much back.
"Why can't you jus' tell meh you hate me....it'd make this easier, it'd make me turn away, but I can't now.....I just can't no matta how hard I try Jackyboy I can't forget, I can't let go, and I'm gonna end up tearing him apart........"she said, her voice almost pleading with her pain, but she refused to cry...she refused to cry infront of him right now. Of course she didn't want him to hate her, and it was a lie that if he did tell her he hated her it would make things easier, no it would make things much much harder.
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Post by jackkelly on Sept 26, 2009 17:15:07 GMT -5
Jack sighed again, and stretched long and hard before sitting upright.
"I can't make up your mind for you, Po'," he said, consciously not looking at her. His eyes settled on his discarded boots, and he went about pulling at the laces so he could slide them on again. "If you feel like you been stuck between a rock and a hard place, it's up to you to choose which way to turn. I ain't gonna tell you I hate you, 'cause I don't. And I ain't gonna tell you to get outta here an' leave me alone, 'cause I don't want you to." His laces opened, he slid his stocking feet back into his boots and began re-lacing them.
"But I will tell ya this much: Ain't no one gonna say that I stole Irish's girl. I don't play it like that. If you wanna be with someone else, you gotta break it off with Irish first. 'Cause if you don't... Well, you know how this city works. Everybody talks. And everybody's gonna know that Irish's girl was runnin' around on him, and that's gonna get everyone sayin' that Irish wasn't good enough to keep his girl from strayin'."
He finished tying the second lace and sat up, finally looking Poet in the eye again. "Sorry, kid. I can't make your choices easy for you. Life is tough, and you, of all people, oughta know that by now."
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Post by Poet on Sept 26, 2009 17:33:35 GMT -5
She looked at him, the whole time he spoke she was quiet, she took in every word he spoke and was confused slightly for a moment. She looked down and then she sat down next to him and rested her hands in her lap. "Jack...... I don't wanna leave him, if yer gonna run off on us again.....I don't wanna leave him if there isn't a guarantee that you would be with meh.....I don't want to make the mistake of leaving him and you not being here or you not wanting me, you have to give me something, some sort of guidance in some way cause if you leave me with nothing at all to base my decision off of...... I won't be able to ever make a decision,"she said softly as she looked up into those eyes of his. She tilted her head and sighed softly,"Just please tell me something I can go off of,"she asked him, her eyes held nothing more than confusion, no sign of sadness, just confusion and questioning. She knew that she could handle everything but he needed to give her a reason as to what her decisions would hold.
She knew if he told her that he'd be there, she'd have the hardest decision of her life to make, but she would not let it break her any more then it already had. She looked down and waited for him to speak, waited for an answer, a sign, anything.
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