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Post by Oscar Delancey on May 3, 2008 10:57:32 GMT -5
Oscar strutted down the street, wearing a smug expression on his face. He liked taking the long way to work, that way he could see all the pretty ladies that were walking to work. Girl after girl he tipped his hat to and smirked. Everyone one of them scoffed and walked away quickly. Oscar was used to it. He knew they wanted him, but were just scared. They would come around soon.
After several minutes of this, Oscar made it to the Distribution Center. He opened the door to the office, greeted by the smells of papers. He grunted a hello to Morris and his uncle then took his position behind the counter.
He hated this part of the day, the part where he had to encounter the newsies. He didn't mind talking to them, but when he was behind to bars of the counter, he couldn't reach them when he wanted to punch them. That made him mad.
The newsies started to line up, loud as always. Oscar grunted and continued to pout about being here. If it wasn't for his uncle and brother, he would be anywhere else but here.
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Post by Anthony Higgins on May 4, 2008 15:19:02 GMT -5
Racetrack had been to the distribution center so many times by now it had become something that was almost painfully mundane. The day always started out the same, but one of the things Race always looked forward to was the abuse offered to the Delancey brothers by the boys in line. It was times like those that Race thought he could hazard a guess as to why someone decided to put bars around the window to the small distribution office. So far no one had decided to give the Delanceys any static yet, so Race jauntily decided to pick up the slack.
He stepped up to the window, a lit cigar between his fingers. "Mornin', Weasel," he said in greeting to the big man behind the counter, who snarled at him and curtly asked "How many?" Race shook his head and grinned mischievously. "Me and you never talk anymore, Weez. How ya been? How's the misses?" He looked back into the office where Oscar and Morris stood, and made a spectacle of pretending to be shocked. "Glory, Weez, how'd you get monkeys?!"
He was satisfied with the snickering of the boys behind him. Goaded to continue, Race leaned close to the bars, peering at Oscar and Morris. "I thought about you fellas all day yesterday. I was at the Bronx Zoo, see..." More laughing, and Race chortled to himself. Better wait around now, he thought, and see if the brothers would do anything to react. If they did, it would just be funnier for the newsies and sadder for them.
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Post by Oscar Delancey on May 4, 2008 16:07:15 GMT -5
Oscar was relieved when none of the newsies poked fun at him. He could dish it out, but could never take it. Morris was no help. Morris wouldn't know a good come back if it hit him in the head. As the day continued, Oscar got more and more frustrated. He'd lost count of his newspapers three times, causing a ruckus among the newsies. Again, Morris was no help. He couldn't count to twenty with his shoes on. Hmm... where have I heard that before..? Oscar shrugged and continued to work.
Racetrack Higgins sauntered up to the window and Oscar had to roll his eyes. Racetrack was always cracking jokes of some kind. Oscar always got insanely frustrated with him, wanting to soak him. If their wasn't bars inbetween them and a hundred of newsies behind him, Oscar probably would.
"Glory, Weez, how'd you get monkeys?! "I thought about you fellas all day yesterday. I was at the Bronx Zoo, see..."
Oscar pushed passed his uncle and grabbed onto the bars. He sneered at Racetrack and waited for his reaction. His mind searched for a comeback, but could find none. Instead, Oscar threw meaningless threats at Racetrack. Morris stood and watched....
{HAHA! Their so stupid...}
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Post by Mush on May 5, 2008 17:56:01 GMT -5
Mush watched as Racetrack dealt out jokes to Oscar and Morris. Oscar looked as if he would blow a fuse, and Morris looked confused...as always. He laughed at Racetrack's jokes as always, him and Race were good friends and Mush loved how funny Racetrack was. He could always get a good laugh when he was with him, even if he did get smacked in the face.
He laughed even harder as he noticed that Oscar couldn't think of a comeback. Dirt was smarter than Oscar and Morris put together, maybe throw a little bit of Weasel in there. He was the smartest one of the three, not like that was speaking much.
He came up behind Racetrack and patted him on the back, "That was a good one, Race." he said.
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Post by Anthony Higgins on May 5, 2008 20:56:11 GMT -5
Race watched with unmasked hilarity as Oscar pressed himself up against the bars and began shooting threats at him. Race knew there was nothing Oscar would dare to do, not in front of his uncle, and especially not with every newsie in Manhattan standing right behind Race. Racetrack knew for a fact that the newsies would take his side of a fight, no questions asked. Oscar and Morris didn't stand a chance when you figured in all the boys that would be on Racetrack's side.
Overconfident? Maybe. But Race could deal with that.
He looked at Oscar, miming a frown. "Oh, boy, don't yell at me, Oscar. I don't know if my poor heart can take it." His mock frown was quickly swapped for a cocky grin as he spoke over his shoulder to the fellas. "The worst thing this goon could do to me is...well, punch a metal bar, but that ain't the question..." More laughter. Race knew that a lot of the time his jokes didn't quite make sense, but sometimes the fellas just laughed because it was further ridiculing Oscar and Morris.
Mush came up behind him and clapped him on the back. "That was a good one, Race."
"Thank you, my friend," Race said with a nod. "Always good to have one's genius acknowledged occasionally. Pearls before swine, Mush. Or in this case, wisecracks before gorillas." He jerked a thumb at Oscar. "Same thing, in'nt? They don't appreciate the worth cause they'se too stupid to tell one word from another." He turned back to Oscar. "Hey, Oscar, maybe hand signals you'll understand better." He gave Oscar an extremely rude hand gesture that left some of the younger newsies laughing and gasping at the obscenity of it all.
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Post by Oscar Delancey on May 23, 2008 22:33:48 GMT -5
"The worst thing this goon could do to me is...well, punch a metal bar, but that ain't the question..."
Oscar rolled his eyes and looked at Morris, who had an extremely funny expression on his face. Even Oscar had to admit, Morris was a stupid ape. But he was his brother. Oscar bit his lip, trying to laugh. It was extremely funny though, the look on his face. He was trying to keep up with all the insults hurled at them. Oscar chuckled and turned back to the newsies. Immediately, he wiped the grin off his face, showing the newsies he meant business. "I might not be able to do anything now, but just wait till I'm outa here...." He whispered, dangerously.
"Thank you, my friend. Always good to have one's genius acknowledged occasionally. Pearls before swine, Mush. Or in this case, wisecracks before gorillas. Same thing, in'nt? They don't appreciate the worth cause they'se too stupid to tell one word from another. Hey, Oscar, maybe hand signals you'll understand better."
Again, Oscar rolled his eyes. It was a gesture that he'd been doing a lot lately. He didn't have a chance, Oscar knew that. There was a bazillion and one newsies and only two... well one and a half, of the scabbers. Oscar glanced at Morris and shook his head. Hopeless. "Well, that was mature, Race.." Oscar sneered. That was great comeback... Oscar mentally kicked himself. He needed to get better at these comebacks.
{Grabs knife and cuts open head. Pulls out brain. "WHY CAN"T YOU BE SMART....ER!!!!?!?!?!"}
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