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Post by Gabbi McGinn on Feb 8, 2008 23:20:38 GMT -5
Gabbi was perched on the crossbeams of the dock, scowling at the girl who looked like she thought she belonged in some sort of picture or movie or something of the sort. The drama queens were all mucking up Brooklyn's reputation of being tough-- they were all face and no fight. You couldn't not have fight in Brooklyn the same way that you couldn't have pride with nothing to back it up.
She felt an almost insatiable urge to shove the girl off the docks, but it passed. Smirking she lit her match and, simultaneously, took out a cigarette and lit it, taking a deep drag. When she finished taking her drag she tossed the lit match down, smirking cruelly as it landed on the girl's lap. She then proceeded to smoke her cigarette calmly for a few moments, ashing it out over the girl as well.
Gabbi took close care to make sure that she did not set her hair on fire. Her free hand took her unruly brown locks and twirled them several times around her fist, then tossed them over her shoulder. They stayed wound, for the most part, as she had planned.
She didn't say a word to the girl but instead watched her, carelessly, and shrugged. The reaction would be good, she assumed, and would provide entertainment if no pain. Hopefully, though, it would singe the girl's clothes and possibly her skin.
Macabre? Probably. Sadistic? Definitely. You couldn't not be around here.
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Post by spotconlon on Feb 10, 2008 10:30:27 GMT -5
Spot walked acrossed the docks just looking for something to do. There wasn't anything to do after you where done selling papers other than hang around friends and other newsies.
He walked up to Singer and Gabbi. "Ey Singer, 'Ey Gabbi" said Spot "Ow are ya two?" asked Spot as he lit a ciggarette and took a drag.
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Post by Gabbi McGinn on Feb 10, 2008 18:18:53 GMT -5
Gabbi leaned back to see who was talking, but it was an unnecessary move. She already knew that it was Spot by his voice. "I'se perfect. What about youse, Spot?" She asked, virtually ignoring the other girl, and whatever her potential response may have been. In all honesty she didn't much care--the other girl didn't deserve the Brooklyn title, in her opinion.
But she had it anyway. They'd loosened their standards here--and a pity it was.
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Post by spotconlon on Feb 10, 2008 18:25:15 GMT -5
"I'se good I'se guess." said Spot then looked over a Singer. "Gabbi what cha doin ta Singah?" asked Spot.
Poor Singer she's a good kid she doesn't deserve to get hit or nothing.
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Post by Gabbi McGinn on Feb 10, 2008 18:37:25 GMT -5
Gabbi shrugged, taking a drag on her own cigarette. "Aint doin' nothing to dat deplorable mistake," she said, nonchalantly, as if the girl wasn't sitting there. She did cast a stray glance down, then leaned back, one hand on her cigarette and the other on the crossbeam, as she leaned back and took a considerable drag, eyes closed.
She came back up and blew the smoke out of the righthand corner of her mouth. "Ain't doin nothin," she repeated, "Cept maybe doin away wid some trash dat don't belong heah in da foist place."
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Post by spotconlon on Feb 10, 2008 19:36:51 GMT -5
"ey, no settin' newsies on fire"He said. "bad foah business"he grunted. (  ) Spots brows rose. "oh.. is dat so"he said, "Well why youse say something like that?"he asked, crossing his arms over his chest and setting her with a fixed stare. He was more or less challenging her to tell him just exactly what she was thinking. She obviously didnt agree about this girl being in brooklyn burough. |
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Post by Gabbi McGinn on Feb 10, 2008 20:01:20 GMT -5
((Way to jack my spotness xD))
Gabbi grinned, shrugging, "Maybe foah her, can't well sell when youse dead. But hey-she could also considah it a favor. Sell more papes if youse obviously crippled." A pause, and a snicker, "But I guess disfigurement is how you sell most a your papes anyway, aint it Singer?"
She stared at Spot for a few moments posthumorously, then her lips broke into a smile. She wasn't one to hold furtive grudges--her feelings would be made public. "Well, ta be frank, I don't think she's Brooklyn material. Maybe Queens, if dat. I don't think she's got the gut fer it, ken? Likesay.....I think, simple, she jest aint tough enough for Brooklyn."
Gabbi paused again, "And I don't like her. She aint worth me time, unless I'se bein destructive. Should get da message across good n' proper."
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Post by Jinks on Feb 12, 2008 13:22:08 GMT -5
Jinks was walking threw Brooklyn on her way back to Staten Island. She started to hear voices, she walked down the docks and saw Spot and two other girls. "'Ey Spot," said Jinks walking up to them.
"Other peoples," she added.
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Post by Gabbi McGinn on Feb 12, 2008 17:01:22 GMT -5
"And only youse would come up wid such a stupid comeback," she hissed, feeling dangerously close to shoving that girl off the dock, preferably with a bit of stabbage involved. That would involve getting down, though, and possibly getting mauled by the dog. The poor creature was stuck with such an unfortunate owner. Gabbi pitied the animal--she'd always had more of an affinity for animals than for humans, but it saddened her to see such regal creatures stuck with people who couldn't afford to properly care for themselves, much less the animals. Companionship could only get a couple so far.
Gabbi scowled at the new arrival--the docks were crowded enough already. She was feeling particularly mean spirited today--although many would argue that there was little change from any other day-- and she sighed heavily. If this girl came here to single out Spot, then she would probably be out of luck. Gabbi wasn't going to make anything easy for anyone today. The world was treating her badly (what else was knew, though?), and so she was going to treat it's other inhabitants badly.
"We'se got names too, ya know," She said, not really caring about who she was dealing with. Gabbi had a certain malcontent for female leaders despite the fact that she herself was, in fact, a female. On average the female leaders were not strong enough to lead, physically or mentally. They let their relationships get in the way, and they all cried enough to flood the place.
They were a waste of time, particularly when they didn't take interest in the 'lesser' people. Gabbi didn't even understand how the concept of leaders still went--yeah, they were necessary during the strike, but did they have to linger? Originally it was Brooklyn who had had the only leader, and even that just meant that he was stronger, meaner, more cruel than the rest of the newsies around. Leaders were ineffectual and served little to no purpose. In her opinion, superiority should be based on the people and reputation, not self-dubbed titles.
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Post by Jinks on Feb 13, 2008 8:35:48 GMT -5
"Well if I'se knew dem den I'se woulda said dem." said Jinks. "Spot could we'se talk please." said Jinks turning away from the other newsies there. "It's really important." she added, true it was important.
Jester was right she did need to talk to him and if she didn't do it soon she would go crazy.
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