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Post by C o l e on Nov 30, 2007 21:35:35 GMT -5
Cole walked through the door, letting it snap shut behind him. His eyes moving over the near empty room. He pulled a cigarette from his pockets, lighting it and taking a drag from it. He caught eyes with a few of the guys as he made his way across the room, kicking his foot out to knocked a chair out from under one of the kid's feet.
The kid had been sleeping and was jerked awake. "Hey .. y..."his words died on his lips as he saw who it was and he grumbled something under his breath as he crossed his arms over his chest readjusting himself and going back to sleep... or at least trying to.
Taking a seat onto one of the chairs he pulls out his flask and takes a drink, screwing it back on and placing it back. "Wheres Blake?"he finally asked, breaking the silence in the room.
The boys looked between each other and shrugged. "Dunno"
Coles eyes narrowed a bit and his lips thinned into a straight line. "hm..."He took another drag from his cigarette. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Dreamer on May 9, 2008 21:28:01 GMT -5
Lost again.
Perfect.
Dreamer sighed as she wrapped her arms around her shoulders, trying to warm herself. Thunder rumbled above her. It was going to storm soon, and she was pretty sure that she was very far from Manhatten. Looking around, she saw a building with a few lights on. As the thunder rumbled even louder, she jumped a little bit as it scared her, and realized that the building in front of her was the Harlem Lodging House for Harlem's newsies.
Well, they might let her stay at least for one night...
Suddenly, she was attacked by a sudden downpour of cold rain, drenching her immedietly. Taken by surprise, still holding herself, Dreamer raced up to the front door, knocking on it, hoping that they weren't all asleep.
"Hello?" she called through the door.
When no one answered, Dreamer was actually brave, or perhaps stupid, enough to let herself in. Slowly at first, she poked her head in.
"Hello?" she called again.
She caught sight of a newsie, older than her, smoking a cigarette, looking a bit...well, agitated. The way his eyes were narrowed made him look like he was suspicious of something. Dreamer felt her throat rise up of embarassment and of fear. This guy looked sort of familiar to her, but nonetheless, she remained to her "Do not trust strangers" rule.
"Oh," she said quietly. "I'm sorry, I didn't think that--I mean--I should go,"
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