Under the stands

[Max]

Max wasn't in the best mood. When was he?

He had found himself a quiet place to be alone for once. The man was just glad to have some time to relax.

It had been recently that he remembered why he loved Harlem. Cole had come back. And man had Max missed Cole. He missed the action, he missed the fight. Max was a man of fight. He needed confrontation, he thrived on conflict, and loved the struggle. And now that Cole was back the ruthless nature of Harlem could be revived once more. He hoped it would be. He was tired of girls running around in pretty dresses. In people parading up and down the boulevard as though being in Harlem was a right, not a privilege. With Cole's return, those weak hearted new comers would be as good as dust.

He took a drag on the cigarette that hung limp in his fingers, the small traces of a smile were on his face. but unless you knew Max, you would see no smile... just the eager spark of ready adventure.

[Jester]

{{I doubt this would go anywhere, but jester wanted to say hi to him, hes just so grumpy she loves it, you know ))

Harlem another place Jester liked to come, there was something about places like harlem and brooklyn, maybe it was the toughness of it. She just had this thing for places that people wwere walking around with scowles on their faces or ... something of the sort.

Jester remembered when cole was leader, cole didnt much like her, found her an irritation and she knew this, its why she usually came back over and over again. That as well as alot of the other newsies. She didnt mind note, he was nice and sometimes after dealing with all the grumpy people it was nice to hav esomeone... nice that would converse with you, she wasnt going to deal with this fight though, she didnt care either way thogh she did have soft spot in her hard for the grump cole, probably because he was so hard to pick at.

She had noticed max come here and she had followed him silently, he was another grump she had a soft spot for. He was so... hard to pick at as well, rarely ever smiling and he was so hard to get him to say more then a few words to her. She almost thought she was those feeder fish that latch themselves onto sharks while they swim around.

"Hello max'She said with a grin, tipping her bowler back on her head as it fell forward into her eyes.

[Max]

Max barely gave her a glance, let alone acknowledged her presence. She was there... yet another irritation to add to his list. He didn't respond, didn't speak a word to let her know that she had been noticed.

For one, Max cared not whether she were to stay or go. If she left him alone that would have been what he preferred, but he could block her out until she got bored with speaking to someone who would not dignify them with a response.

And Two, Max didn't care what she said. He chose not to listen unless it was word that Cole wanted to see him, or something of slight importance beyond that. However, if she was going to make pleasant conversation, she would quickly remember he was not one for pleasant... or for conversation. Many hoped, for their own sake, and for the sake of their friends, that they didn't irritate him too badly. Irritating Max would be like taunting an unchained guard dog, and was twice as dangerous.