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Post by Jinks on May 4, 2008 11:06:55 GMT -5
Jinks was on the Brooklyn bridge with a note pad. The sun was setting and she was sketching it. It was so romantic. She looked up from her paper and the wind started to blow lightly. She sighed she loved today, even though nothing really happened. She looked around no one was really on the bridge other than her and a few other people.
She went back to her drawing she modified it a little so it could look real. She reached into her pocket for a darker pensile she got one and shaded in some things. Soon a huge gust of wind came. She tried to hold onto her paper and her hat at the same time but the paper blew away.
"NO!" she yelled and started to chase it down the bridge. "COME BACK! SOME ONE STOP THAT PAPER!" she exclaimed and continued to run after it. Soon some one did stop it she sighed gratefully "Thank you," she said not really looking at the person. "I owe you." she said and took the paper.
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Post by spotconlon on May 7, 2008 19:14:19 GMT -5
Usually he didn't hang out on the bridge. He preferred the docks to anything, and he didn't like all the walking he had to do. The bridge marked the end of his territory, and the whole thing was neutral ground between his turf and Jack Kelly's. They had made a pact a while ago, when the Brooklyn boys were getting into scraps with the Manhattan boys: the bridge wasn't nobody's turf, and no one could soak another kid cause of territory issues. There hadn't been a conflict because of that for a long while, and that was pretty good news for Spot. He didn't like when his boys didn't do what they were supposed to. Their job was to soak anyone who wasn't welcome, as they did so well (and just a little too often), but leave people who were allowed to be here alone.
Spot Conlon was walking around the bridge because he was getting sick of the constant squabbling of the boys back at the docks. Sometimes he was slightly envious of the other leaders, how their newsies were all mild-mannered toward each other. But that was what he got for deciding to make himself the leader of the toughest group of newsies there was. A Queens or Manhattan kid wouldn't last long in Brooklyn, that was for sure. And Spot liked to think - no, he knew for a fact - that being the leader of the toughest group of kids around said something about him. And anything "said" would be the absolute truth.
While he was standing around the bridge, he spotted a paper flying toward him. He looked at it quizzically, intending to let it pass by - it was nothing but trash, anyway - until he heard someone start yelling bloody murder about it. "COME BACK! SOME ONE STOP THAT PAPER!" Spot was a little surprised. What the hell was on the paper, anyway, that someone would be going so nuts over it? He could only reason that one man's trash was another man's...well. Something they would start screaming over, anyway. Thinking he would prevent someone from killing themselves or becoming manic depressive, Spot reached out and caught the paper crumpled in his fist. He glanced at it quickly and realized it was a drawing. A drawing? he thought. Someone got that riled up about a drawing? This was one of the reasons people annoyed him...
He could suddenly see the one who had been yelling run up to him. After a few seconds he recognized Jinks. He didn't think she would get to excited about a drawing, even if she did it. He didn't see it as much of a big deal...couldn't you always draw another? He was still kind of glad to see her, although he wouldn't admit it if you tortured him. Without much of a glance toward him, she took the paper. "Thank you. I owe you." He smirked at her, and said back, "Yer lucky I'm feelin' nice enough t'day t'decide I feel like pickin' up other people's trash, Jinks..."
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Post by Jinks on May 7, 2008 20:12:36 GMT -5
"Yer lucky I'm feelin' nice enough t'day t'decide I feel like pickin' up other people's trash, Jinks..."
"Spot," she said and smiled, "It's not trash, it's beautiful art." said Jinks "And if ya let it pass ya by ya wouldn' of been able to talk to me." she said and smirked. Spot Conlon, she was happy that she got to see him. Usually they only pass each other and not really talk since they were selling. She would give every penny she ever made just to spend a second with him.
"So what do ya think of it?" she asked hoping it was a good opinion. If it wasn't, she would be a little upset. "It's the sunset," she pointed to the sun, "Its perfect this evening. Beautiful sunset, just wish I could get it better." she said smiling up at him; Spot was a bit taller than her...okay a lot taller than her. Just not so much like two heads it was just a half of a head taller than she was.
"Ya know this bridge has a really good view." said Jinks looking off the bridge, "What do ya think? I mean ya should have an opinion of ya own bridge even if it's a neutral." she said watching the sun go down.
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