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Post by SlingShot on Feb 16, 2008 9:45:39 GMT -5
If there was one thing that SlingShot did not enjoy, it was the heat of the summer. Since she always dressed like a boy instead of a girl, her hair tucked up in her hat and pants instead of skirts, she was often hot. Very, very hot. Especially in the summer, when New York had to get so hot. Not to mention, she was in a rush. She'd just taken some guys wallet right out of his pocket, and he'd noticed it a little too soon. She was good at getting lost in crowds, but still slightly paranoid that he'd still be looking for her.
Which is why she was looking over her shoulder instead of in front of her as she rushed through the crowd of people. With a startled shout, she collided into someone else and fell backwards, her hat falling off and her waistlength dirty blonde hair spilling out, dirty but not too knotty. She snatched her hat up, then grinned as she noticed the man who'd been chasing her run right past the two of them on the ground. "Close call," she muttered, glancing up as the girl she'd collided with asked if she was okay.
She recognized her as the leader of the Bronx, and grinned as she began piling her hair back on top of her head. "Yeah, I'm fine. Though you might have just saved me from a trip to the refuge," she said with a cheerful grin, as if a trip to the refuge would have been no problem at all. She pressed her hat down on her head, keeping all her hair hidden underneath, then stood, offering the other girl a hand.
"What about you? Your knee okay?" |
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Post by SlingShot on Feb 17, 2008 12:49:57 GMT -5
"What did ya do?"
SlingShot grinned, pulling the leather wallet out of her back pocket. "I couldn't help it. Pompous rich men strutting around Brooklyn are just begging to have their things stolen," she remarked with a smirk, replacing the wallet in her pocket as the other girl took the hand she'd offered. She pulled, helping the girl to her feet and holding on until she was sure hte other girl's leg would at least hold her up.
"My name's Starsage by the way. And you are?"
Sling couldn't help but grin as well. "SlingShot," she stated by way of introducing herself. "You're from the Bronx, right? What brings you all the way to Brooklyn?" |
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Post by SlingShot on Feb 18, 2008 22:57:38 GMT -5
"Nice. Very nice."
Sling smirked, watching the girl in concern as she put more weight on her knee. She reached out to help her, then changed her mind. The girl obviously wanted her to think that she was just fine, so unless she was collapsing, Sling would let her handle it on her own. If Starsage was anything like herself, it would only anger her if someone would try and offer help which was unwanted.
"How'd ya get that name? I'm guessin' it had somthin' to do with Brooklyn?"
She shrugged. "Eh, I figured out a slingshot before I figured out how to sell a pape," she explained with a grin. When Spot had brought her to live in Brooklyn, she'd almost immediatly taught herself how to use his slingshot. Eventually, he'd gotten her one of her own, since she played around with him so much. And the name had just sort of stuck.
"Ah. That's why I recognized you." Spot, in short, was basically her big brother. He'd been taking that role since she'd arrived in Brooklyn. Therefore, she was at least familiar with the faces of the other leaders of the boroughs, if she didn't know them by name. Some of the leaders knew who she was, others were surprised when they learned of her close relationship with Spot. After all, the Brooklyn leader didn't let many people in. "Well, I'm headed back to the lodging house before I get myself into any more trouble. I'll walk with ya, if ya can stand me company." |
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Post by SlingShot on Feb 18, 2008 23:22:54 GMT -5
"So, ya and Colon pretty close?"
SlingShot grinned again. "I guess close is the word for it. He saved me when I was younger, brought me back to Brooklyn to live at the Lodging house. Been a newsie ever since, and he's.. well, he's the only real family I've ever known. He's like my big brother, ya know?" That was more than she usually poured out, but she always felt more comfortable talking to a fellow female newsie than a male one.
"Truthfully, I was goin' to see Colon, 'cause he was gonna teach me to fight. But with my knee like this, I'm not so sure I can do much today."
She raised an eyebrow, placing her hands on her hips. "Now.. Spot Conlon wouldn't accept that as an excuse and neither will it," she said, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Let's go. Learnin' to fight from Spot is learnin' from the best, and you can't give that up, hurt knee or not." |
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