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Post by Foster on Apr 26, 2008 15:12:40 GMT -5
Foster put his hands in his pockets as he made is way to manhatten. His head was down as he watched dthe ground as he walked. For some reason he started to count any stray rocks that happened to be on the pavement and he kicked them along as well.
With a heavy sigh he looked up, finding himself in central park, a slight smirk coming to his lips. For some reason he always found himself in Manhatten and he didnt know why. the last time he had been in manhatten he had met dreamer, since then he had no idea what had happened. No take that back, there had been a poker night, but he had felt a bit ... studied. No one knew him there so people were a bit cautious around him.
after that Foster rarely went to any of the games, he usually opted to stay at home and hang around staten island. There had been a lot of tension lately and he didnt really know what was going around, but he was sure he would hear of it soon enough. He hoped it didnt effect too much.
Finding his way to the swings he took a seat, usingh is feet to push himself lightly back and forth.
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on Apr 26, 2008 16:16:50 GMT -5
Mike whistled as he strolled down the street. He barely paid attention to his surroundings; his mind was else where. He thought of the meeting he'd had last night with the Manhattan newsies. It was interesting to say the least. But all the same, it was entertaining. The way they were so defensive. If they knew what was best for them, they would give up now. They thought Mike was alone in this, but they were so wrong. Mike had his little band of followers, soon he hoped to be a big band of followers. People they thought were their friends, were going to betray them. Mike whistled louder at the thought. Before he knew it, Mike was in Central park. Several people ventured around. Mike noticed for the first time how nice it was outside. Shrugging to himself, he walked further into Central Park. His thrust his hands in his pockets and stopped whistling, so as not to be a nuisance to fellow park-goers. Mike may have been evil, but he wasn't annoying, by any means. If he didn't hate the people, he wasn't going to waste his cunningness on them. Mike arrived at a little playground for kids. Several kids ran around, laughing and screaming. Mike smiled to himself. They were cute, even he couldn't deny that. As his eyes gazed around the park, Mike laughed at the sight that beheld him. A young man was swinging on the swings, looking quite out of place among the young kids. Yes, he stuck out like a sore thumb. Deciding that he wanted to talk to someone, Mike walked to wards the man. Several times he almost go trampled by running kids. If he didn't have major self control, Mike would be cussing up a storm. Those once cute kids now annoyed the heck out of him. Finally, after a few minutes, Mike was at the swings. He plopped down next the man and cleared his throat. "Enjoying yourself?" His voice dripped with his British accent. Mike had always loved it and was determined not to lose it among the many New York/Brooklyn accents. {  Fosters back!} |
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Post by Foster on Apr 26, 2008 17:14:27 GMT -5
-lol didnt know i was so popular lol jk-
Foster watched the kids run all around the park, some on the swings until they saw their friends and got off running to them and starting up a new game. They were all over the place, their laughter, screams, etc filling the air. It made him wonder if he had been like that as a child. He really wished he could remember something.... anything of his life before now. IT really got to him sometimes. Everyone wanted to know their memories and its funny because you dont realize how much you want them until you lose them. The good ones and the bad ones.
He had zoned out a bit on his thoughts, when a voice broke them and he looked up with a start to a boy whod joined him on the swings. He couldnt have been much older then him and he raised his brows. He had gotten some looks from the parents, but had ignored them, so what if he was the only older kid out here amongst the young. Not like he was bothering them, though it would seem he wasnt the only one anymore.
"Hmmm."he replied, noting the boys accent. Foster didnt say much more then that, he just continued to moved his feet to keep himself moving, his eyes going to the sun as it started to go down. Parents collected their children to head home before it got dark and the bugs were starting nto come out.
Foster glanced back over at the boy before going back to his own thoughts. That was Foster, usually keeping to himself
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on Apr 27, 2008 21:40:09 GMT -5
{Your extremely popular! Haha}
"Hmmm."
Mike kept his eyes trailed on the boy. Mike could already tell that he was a closed up person. He noticed the way the boy's eyes followed each person in the park, as if he were studying them. Mike could see the boys wheels turning in his head. Mike figured this boy was pretty smart. Mike smirked, already liking this boy.
So many newsies were boisterous and annoying. It was nice to talk to someone who would listen for once. Mike's eyes wandered over his attire. He dressed like a newsie, but that wasn't an unlikely thing to see now a day. Lots of kids were dressing less and less formal and more and more comfortable. Mike was curious as to what this boy did for a living, but would wait to ask.
"Ah, I see..." Mike replied, jokingly. He watched for the boys reaction, wondering if he had a sense of humor. Mike wouldn't really care. He needed some dull people in his life.
Mike wondered if this boy would be willing to work for him. The boy looked pretty strong, and Mike wondered if he could use him. He could be a bouncer for Mike. The only problem was that Mike couldn't pay him, at least not yet.
{No, your was fine. Sorry about mine... haha awful}
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Post by Foster on Apr 30, 2008 23:21:14 GMT -5
Foster looked at the boy again as he made a comment and foster smirked. "Do you?" it wasnt really a question, he was just going along with what the boy had said. he shook his head with a slight grin. "I am a bit obvious arent I' there was slight sarcasm in his voice as he said that.
Foster sighed a bit, he didnt really believe that anyone would come over and just try to strike up a conversaton if they didnt want something. People didnt normally just come up to him and talk, especially people who were not a newsie where he was.
"Can I help you with something?"he asked hims, his voice was slightly quiet and by no means menacing. It was more of a friendly question. Well as friendly as one could get in his slightly monotone quiet voice. |
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on May 2, 2008 23:06:40 GMT -5
Mike grinned, which turned into a small laugh. So this kid could speak more than one word! Mike continued to grin and turned his gaze ahead of him. He slowly began to push his legs, swinging his body back and forth.
Mike chuckled, "Maybe alittle to obvious..." Mike matched his sarcastic tone perfectly. Mike began to like this kid more and more each time he opened his mouth. He switched his gaze back over to the boy next to him. Was he was newsie? What was his story? Mike shrugged to himself and brought his attention back to the streets ahead of him.
A cool wind blew by, sending a chill down Mike's spine. He suppressed it and again looked over at the boy swinging next to him. He wore next to nothing, like most newsies. He had to be cold. But Mike guessed that most newsies were used to it by now. They had to deal with it everyday. That was one thing Mike wasn't going to miss about being a newsie.
Mike hesitated. After a few moments, he replied, "Are you a newsie?" He decided to be blunt and straight to the point. He needed more men on his side. Someone who could help him do his dirty work.
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Post by Foster on May 4, 2008 19:36:04 GMT -5
As the other guy grinned and then laughed, Foster offered him a slight smile, it was the most of what he ever did. he wasnt much of a big smiler. He wondered where this kid had come from and why he was talking to him. From the looks of it, he was more well off then himself and most people of that status didnt just come up to newsies, or kids of the street and converse with them.
Clad only in a blue shirt with a dark vest, hung open, and some gray pants, Foster never really thought about his clothes. Sure when it was winter he did, but considering he barely had money for food why would he waste the little money he had on clothes. These did just fine and one day he knew hed have more then just this. He was sure of it, but until then he could deal with this. Maybe if he unlocked the memories to his past... maybe he was secretly some lost prince somewhere or something. Okay that was a bit much but the general idea was there.
He glanced over aat Mike again when he bluntly asked if he was a newsie. After a moments though he nodded. He wasnt thinking of his answer, just it was a nitch. "mmhmm..'He raised his brows, wondering if Mike was going to elaborate on telling why he wanted to know or if he was going to ask him more questions. Hed had kids ask him that before but they were mostly little kids, or fellow newsies, or.. well they werent really ever like this guy next to him. |
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on May 10, 2008 0:24:49 GMT -5
mmhmm..
Mike glanced over at him and then back at the street. This conversation wasn't going where he had preferred it to go. It wasn't even a conversation, more like him talking and the other guy making occasional noises. If it wasn't for those noises, Mike would think the guy was dead, or unconscious. He basically was. It was like talking to a wall.
Finally, after a long, awkward silence, Mike smacked his lips and said, "Well, am I going to do all the talking or are you?" His eyes remained on the street ahead of him as his feet pumped back and forth. The cool breeze swept through his clothing and sent a chill through his body.
{Sorry for the delay and shortness.}
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Fosters back!}
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