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Post by Note on Mar 7, 2008 14:45:24 GMT -5
Note walked slowly to the door. He had been playing a game of craps with some of his newsies. He enjoyed hanging out with them, especially the younger ones. They were always getting into trouble though, and sometimes he was blamed. Note opened the door and smiled. There at his door stood Starsage.. and.. Twich.
"Whas goin' on?" he asked holding the door for them to come inside. He eyed Twich warily and uncomfortably smiled to Starsage. Why was she here.. with him? Note could understand her coming alone at night, but with another guy? Note folded his arms at his chest and waited for the explanation.
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Post by Twich on Mar 7, 2008 18:33:14 GMT -5
Twich bit his lip and crammed his blistered hands into his pockets as he shuffled inside. A wall of warm air almost knocked him down. His feet were sore and his back ached from all the beatings that morning. He looked around, compared to what he was used to, it was a castle. He ran his fingers through his hair and grinned uncomfortably. He looked at Starsage for reassurance, not wanting to answer his question.
Twich was not a fast one to figure things out, but he could tell something was up, and obviously, this guy didn't like it. He could tell he was going to have another night of strange events. He was not at all used to all this excitement, and he was not sure weather he liked it, or not. He refused to make eye contact, so instead, he nervously picked at a large hole in his pants.
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Post by Note on Mar 15, 2008 18:27:27 GMT -5
Note looked the two over and eyed the boy thoughtfully. He didn't move. Starsage's explanation was logical, but it sounded to him like an excuse.
"Uh, me and Twich," "Got in a bit of trouble... well a lot of trouble. And we need a place to stay. Would it be alright if we stayed here?"
"What happened?" he asked curiously, he didn't like it when his friends were in trouble, but having Starsage in trouble was ten times worse in his eyes. He looked at the boy again, he still didn't move or speak.
"Does it speak?" he asked sarcastically, smirking. He glared at him, and then looked back to Star, this kid was probably responsible for the trouble and Note didn't like that one bit.
((Sorry it took so long!))
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Post by Twich on Mar 20, 2008 14:52:29 GMT -5
Twich clenched his fists so hard his knuckles turned a pale white He looked around nervously as the boy before him looked him over. Twich already didn't like him at all, and he hated being stared at,in fact, he did everything in his power to to stay unnoticed.
"I'm not an it, a-a-and of course I c-c-can speak!" he narrowed his eyes and scratched his arm, he hated being called an it. But, it was a name he had been called very often. He glanced over at Starsage, hoping she would say something anything, but then again, he wished she wouldn't.
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