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Post by Gabbi McGinn on Feb 13, 2008 18:50:27 GMT -5
Gabbi was leaning against one of the buildings on Livingston street, her papers recently sold, leaving her empty handed but with a pocketful of coins. It had been a long time since she'd used a coin purse--her own art of thievery had ridded her of that effete asset-- and had instead cut the purse open and sewed an inner pocket just below the hem of her skirt, close to her skin and difficult for swindling fingers to access.
Her eyes were scanning the crowd, which was leaving her with a lackadaisical, bored feeling. She was feeling pugnacious and irascible, but was wary about asserting these feelings onto a total stranger in apprehension of arrest for disturbing the peace and being poor. Learning her last name would be the last straw for them and she'd be pent at the children's prison until she had paid the fine or given time.
This left her in a state of perpetual boredom and seemed unquenchable. There were no other newsies around--hence her selling success-- but this also made for a very boring time. She could go into a shop, but she didn't have much money on her, and the money she had she was reluctant to use. She was saving it, mostly for emergencies, but also so that once she was able to discontinue being a newsie, she could afford to move into an apartment immediately.
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Post by Cowgirl on Feb 13, 2008 19:02:17 GMT -5
Cowgirl sighed as she looked down, her hands shoved in her pockets as she looked down at her feet as she kicked a pebble across the sidewalk. She had her Black cowgirl hat pull down over her eyes abit and her blond hair fell around her pale face. She looked down sideways abit and smiled down at the border collie puppy that scuttled along beside her feet, so innoccently. She bit her lower lip and took a few deep breaths, she was heading to the lodgin house, but since she didn't quite want to get there fast, she took a detour through Brooklyn, knowing Spot wouldn't give her trouble, he never gave her trouble. In fact, he probably wouldn't be happy that she was out of bed anyway with how badly sick she was last time he saw her, but all she'd earn for that was a small lecture.
The puppy yipped happily down at her feet and she laughed abit looking up at the sky and thinking of the many people she knew, unfortunately she had had the displeasure of meeting Kittykat, and god did she want to avoid meeting her ever again, even though she wasn't as bad as Gabbi. She shuddered at the thought and murmured softly to herself,"enemies annoyances, there's such a big difference in the world these days,"she said softly. The puppy looked up at her wagging it's tail happily, it didn't have a care in the world unlike it's master did.
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Post by Gabbi McGinn on Feb 13, 2008 22:10:23 GMT -5
Gabbi scowled at the old enemy that just so happened to cross her way. It wasn't so much that they were enemies as that Gabbi just hated the girl for everything that she was--or, rather, wasn't-- worth. Again she pitied the poor dcreature that had been dragged along by the girl, although it looked happy, if not a bit hungry. Poor thing.
Gabbi didn't pay attention to her lady-side and spit at the girl's feet when she walked by. She looked up at the girl with a cold look of something akin to loathing. Fortunately she wasn't in Brooklyn, elsewise Gabbi would have thrown a fit. The girl wouldn't last two minutes in Brooklyn, particularly not with Gabbi on her case.
Gabbi wasn't as strong as most boys, but to make up for it she fought dirty, unabashedly. It warrented her a few wounds of her own--knifings, none severe, broken bones brittle from malnourishment, countless bruises and cuts, split lips-- but she certainly deserved them, and knew it full well. There wasn't a fight that she walked away from feeling cheated, not unless it was her against a number of guys, but that had never happened before. At least one of the bunch would have had to have morals, unless they were all looking for a 'good time,' that she wouldn't be able to defend herself against.
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Post by Cowgirl on Feb 13, 2008 23:34:05 GMT -5
Cowgirl looked up in disgust and rolled her eyes,"ya jus' neveh quit do ya? Ya always gotta start somethin, dontcha' well i ain't got da time, and you ain't even worth it if I did," Cowgirl said as she walked by and didn't stop for more then a second to say those words, she continued, knowing very well that Gabbi would have something else to say, so she'd probably follow in a pitiful attempt to start something out of her sheer boredom or rage. That's what she was to her it seemed, she was Gabbi's person to take things out on, in anyway possible.
Angel growled slightly at Gabbi but continued on with her master and yipped before she knelt down and scooped the dog into her arms and continued walking again,'I know toots, we're gettin' there,"she murmured to the dog.
Cowgirl was not in a good condition right now, so the fight would be on fair if one broke out, she needed to go to the lodging house, check in with Jack and get back to bed, like Spot advised her, she was surprisingly going to listen this time, she took most of his advice, but not when it came to her well being.
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Post by Gabbi McGinn on Feb 14, 2008 0:01:11 GMT -5
Gabbi just shrugged in response, deciding that silence was her best retort. Make the girl feel alienated or awkward and she was par, ready to go. She shrugged and gave the girl a look of confusion-- she looked delusional when she didn't stop to make it clear who she was talking to. In short she appeared to be a loon to Gabbi--and anyone else who may have been passing by to hear-- just talking to herself out of the blue.
"Nobody said I was startin nothin," she remarked at the girl's back, "Youse jest ain't productive enough as a human being, but you do make yourself rather useful as a spitoon. It's about all your worth, too--its shocking to me about how inadequate some people is." She paused, "Well, not really some people. Mostly jest you."
She shrugged, again pitying the dog. The poor mutt needed more of a choice, or needed to be put out of it's misery. Gabbi didn't like this girl roaming around Brooklyn territory--Spot may have treated the girl kindly in the past, but Gabbi would see to it that her face would not be regularly known in Brooklyn for as long as she resided there.
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Post by Cowgirl on Feb 14, 2008 22:41:24 GMT -5
"I ain't gonna stop an' chat I got more important things to do, and ya defiately ain't on my list of people to chat with, or even look at,"she said as she paused for a moment with her back to Gabbi. She looked around and then up at the sky before looking down at Angel,"ya need a hobbie ya know, something ta keep ya occupied maybe,"she said laughing abit in thought as she kicked a rock across the street. She looked down and pulled out a cigarette with her free hand and lit it before taking a drag and blowing a smoke ring into the endless sky.
She looked over her shoulder at Gabbi,"maybe ya need a guy, or a toy, or something to keep ya busy and outta trouble,"she liked talking to Gabbi as if she were giving a friend advice, but every word that dripped out of her mouth was fr from innoccent and far from nice. She lauhed abit again and raised an eyebrow,"I'm surprised Spot hasn't gotten on ya already bout pickin' fights wit people, yer gonna cause hell one a these days,she muttered.
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Post by Gabbi McGinn on Feb 14, 2008 22:47:58 GMT -5
Gabbi shrugged, "I got a hobby. Its called not dying. Oh, I got another hobby too--its called breaking the noses of little sh--s like you. You'd look better wid a broken nose anyway. T'aint entirely your fault though, its yer bastard parents. What was yer ma, a street walker? Too bad youse didn't get looks like hers. Yer little b'rar dere," she motioned to the dog, "Got all da looks in da family. Pity dere weren't none left for you."
Gabbi laughed blatantly in the girl's face when she suggested that Spot considering getting rid of her. "I'se da best fighter he's got," she boasted, although this may or may not have been true. She liked to think herself best, but she fought dirty. Really, really dirty. Shotguns were fair game when she could get her hands on one.
"Besides, in Brooklyn bein able to fight's a way of life. It aint jest recreation--ya do or ya die. Dere aint no softies in Brooklyn--they don' last long. Spot knows how ta choose em. Are youse doubtin his integrity and know-how, girl? Cause if youse is...well, I don't think he'd be happy to hear dat, especially not comin from some trash-can picker like you. 'Sides, Hell's what I aim for. But youse dont get Brooklyn--we'se aint no sissy-ass tea-drinkin fools like youse guys is in some a de other boroughs. We'se tough and we'se survive because a it. We'se dont got our reputations from sittin on our erses. And its a reputation we'se f---n proud of, too. But I wouldn't expect you to know dat--its hard enough for youse to process even, uh...rudimentary pieces of information. I wouldn't expect ya to understand culture too."
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Post by Cowgirl on Feb 14, 2008 23:08:41 GMT -5
"I ain't pickin at nobody's integrity, I know Spot vereh well, I ain't dumb, and I wouldn't doubt it if I knew him betteh den you, he's been a friend of mine fer quite some time, and I don't think he'd appreciate his newsies startin' s--t wit Jack's, especially startin' s--t wit one of Jack's newsies that he himself,Spot, cares fer like a sistah,"she said as she tried to ignore th family comment, she had none, they were dead, Spot,Jack,Race and the rest of the boys were all she had. She groaed abit and took another drag from her cigarette,"An' as fer culture and dis tea drikin cr-p, I ain't sissy, dat fight we had, both of us got hurt, I know how to hold my own, an' I have an ounce of class unlike yerself,"she said as she shifted abit.
She knew she ws pushing things farther than she intended but te parents comment hit a nerve, and she always thought it was funny when newsies assumed they knew their leaders so well just because they were living with them and listeing to them, it didn't mean anything, it just ment you respected the person, it didn't mean you knew the person, emotionally. It didn't mean that you knew how the person was or how they were with other people, and Gabbi apparently knew nothing of Spot's relationship with her.
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Post by Gabbi McGinn on Feb 14, 2008 23:22:25 GMT -5
"I dont think you've got any right to say dat--youse aint Spot, and you donno what he thinks. Anyway, I don't act under Spot's legistlation. He's me friend, and I respect him. I don't got now werid ass pseudo-really f---n creepy sh--e going on wid him, but I know him good enough. And you---well, you jest don't matter to me. And like I was sayin, Spot don't dictate me life. I'se in his borough, which is more den you can say, but I don't like ta assume what other people think in relation to me. Because usually--and, especially wid yer brains--" she laughed, again, bluntly, "Well, I should say yer lack of brains-- you'se most likely wrong."
She shrugged at the class comment, "I don't recall gettin too hurt. I don suggest startin anuddah one though-- dis time I wont be afraid to take a knife to yer f-----n throat." It was certainly a serious threat, and she treated it as such. "Class don't mean nothin to me if Ise die before anyone cares. Which...well, dey don't."
In all honesty the only thing Gabbi wanted to do was grab the girl by the throat, throw her against the wall and rip her a new one. Gabbi could not recall hating anyone so vehemently, though this was not a new feeling of resentment. It was lingering, growing, brooding. It would only be a matter of time, a number of meetings, before she wouldn't be able to put up with the girl any more.
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Post by Cowgirl on Feb 14, 2008 23:23:56 GMT -5
"Ya know what, I'm gonna be on my way, I ain't gonna stand here and talk ta ya about nothin' because we don't even like each udda and there ain't no point, good luck with whatever your hobbies are...."she said as she turned her head away from Gabbi walked away, she could think whatever she wanted, but Cowgirl didn't care anymore, things were alot more important and worth her time than Gabbi. She put her cigarette out as she walked away and she looked up at the sky as she walked,it was about that time, she needed to get back.
She patted Angel's head and turned the corner out of sight, she knew it would not be the last time her and Gabbi would confront each other again, but she wasn't going to do anything about it now, she had to go to the lodging house and get to bed, if she got more sick, Spot wouldn't be too happy with her.
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