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Post by Blondie on Sept 13, 2017 10:59:19 GMT -5
Blondie wasn't really one to sell in the evenings, but he had nothing better to do. Besides, he wanted to get away from everyone. The boys... Sand. He didn't get what was bothering her so much. He didn't have feelings for Crackerjack. Not one bit. He, he just wanted Harlem to stay out of his life. Perhaps he should have tried to move to a borough that was further away. Like Brooklyn or the Battery. Maybe even a Jersey borough. But it was too late now. Bronx was home and he couldn't just leave it even if Harlem was too close for comfort.
Well, enough of that, it was time to start selling.
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Post by Sand on Sept 22, 2017 10:24:20 GMT -5
Sand was selling her papers with a lot less gusto then she normally did. She didn't feel herself. After what happened with Blondie all she wanted to do was run away. She couldn't do that though. She was a leader. She couldn't just leave. No matter how much she wanted to disappear she couldn't. After selling a few of her papers and not getting any takers she decided to find a new spot. Walking to where she knew more people tended to be she stopped seeing Blondie. He didn't sell in the evenings. What was he doing? Sand looked down and made sure she was on the other side of the street to pass him. She was embarrassed still about the whole matter.
Sand could even feel the tears building up in her eyes. She would not cry. Not again. She would just get away from him and sell. Sand kept her head down as she watched her feet walk. She was so conflicted on her feelings. Half of her said to keep walking. The other half said to fix this. He didn't want to see her though. That's why he had left the lodge. Her mind told her he still didn't want to see her. She had messed up and she didn't think she could fix it.
He was her best friend. One of her only friends really. With everything with Smolder happening and not seeing him since the zoo she needed Blondie. Somehow though she'd also messed that up as well. Sand kept staring at her feet deciding leaving was better then bothering him after all that had happened.
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Post by Smolder on Sept 24, 2017 20:55:48 GMT -5
Smolder had finished his shift at the zoo several hours ago, but he hadn’t quite made it back to the lodge. He just hadn’t felt like going back. There had been a few things on his mind he supposed and rowdy little boys wouldn’t help. He just walked wherever his feet led him. And oddly enough, it had brough him to the distribution center. Not many newsies were around since the evening editions rarely sold well. Most only sold because they were desperate or wanted some extra pocket money. However, he did see a few familiar faces. One in particular that he probably should talk to: Sand. He was half-tempted to just turn around and leave, but he really should talk to her. It had been awhile and the last time they hadn’t exactly parted on good terms.
He was about to just turn away when he realized Sand wasn’t paying attention to where she was walking. Her eyes were glued to her feet, if she would just look up she would realize that she was about to walk straight into a lamppost.
“Watch it!” he warned and tugged her out of the way. “Should watch where you are goin’,” he scolded.
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Post by Sand on Sept 26, 2017 7:56:21 GMT -5
Watch it!
Her eyes grew big as she was pulled away from her path. She stumbled to get her footing but held onto the papers tightly. She looked back at Blondie to make sure he hadn't heard what had happened. Sand went back to looking at her feet again when she was satisfied he didn't hear anything.
Should watch where you are goin’,
She nodded a bit still not looking up. Sand wasn't really processing who was talking to her or really what was being said. All that kept running through her head was the argument with Blondie. Tears pricked at her eyes again and she tried to force them away. "Thank you..." Sand mumbled weakly. "Just wasn't paying attention..." she added in a horrible attempt to make it seem like she had learned her lesson. She just wanted to leave. Sand didn't want to be around the distribution center if it included Blondie. She was also certain he didn't want to see her either.
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Post by Smolder on Sept 26, 2017 20:32:59 GMT -5
”Thank you...”
Smolder sighed. He could tell she was upset about something. He just hoped it wasn’t him in this instance... “No need ta thank me,” he muttered.
”Just wasn’t paying attention...”
He shook his head and gently took some of her papers away. “Not gonna sell well if you don’t pay attention,” he scolded lightly. “Not good ta do that.” He gave her a gentle nudge. “Newsies look up to ya, you know that don’t you?”
His question was slightly hesitant. After all, they had gotten left each other on the wrong foot...
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Post by Sand on Sept 26, 2017 21:21:52 GMT -5
No need ta thank me
Sand just nodded a bit not sure what else to do.
Not gonna sell well if you don’t pay attention,
She was about to protest as he took her papers. Sand stopped seeing Smolder for the first time. She smiled weakly up at him.
Not good ta do that. Newsies look up to ya, you know that don’t you
"I guess...I just..." Sand smiled as he nudged her and nudged him back.
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Post by Smolder on Sept 26, 2017 21:26:18 GMT -5
”I guess... I just...”
Smolder just shook his head and placed his cap on her head. “Focus on sellin’ these first then we can talk about whatever is botherin’ ya.” He lifted the brim so their eyes would meet. “Sound good?”
He hadn’t sold in quite some time, but he would lend her a hand and cheer her up. He might not be an expert in cheering others up but he could try. It was the least he could do to straighten things out with his leader.
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Post by Sand on Sept 26, 2017 21:39:48 GMT -5
Focus on sellin’ these first then we can talk about whatever is botherin’ ya. Sound good?
Sand smiled and let out a soft laugh. She looked up at him as he lifted the brim of the hat. "Yeah...thanks Smolder..." she didn't know how much she needed him till he was here. Sand was glad she wasn't alone. "Ya think ya can sell? It's been a while hasn't it?" She teased lightly trying to forget about Blondie for the moment.
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Post by Smolder on Sept 26, 2017 21:47:41 GMT -5
”Yeah... thanks, Smolder...”
He just shrugged as he began selling the stack of papers he had taken from her. It was rough, but it was like riding a bicycle. He could remember how to do it.
”Ya think ya can sell? It’s been a while hasn’t it?”
Smolder snorted softly. “Hasn’t been that long... but should be fine.” He cracked a small grin and bopped her lightly on the head. “Better than you with you head in the clouds.”
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Post by Sand on Sept 26, 2017 22:06:30 GMT -5
Hasn’t been that long... but should be fine. Better than you with you head in the clouds.
Sand laughed happily as he hopped her head. "I can get it done. Even with my head in da clouds." She said moving to sell what papers left of her papers.
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Post by Smolder on Sept 27, 2017 21:57:55 GMT -5
”I can get it done. Even with my head in da clouds.”
Smolder shook his head. “Sure sure. Ya think what ya like.”
He gave her a slight smirk. “Wanna make a bet?” he asked in a rather mischievous tone.
Making bets and pulling little stunts usually put Sand in a better mood. It wasn’t really like him to be honest, but it was something he was willing to do for the few close people to him.
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Post by Sand on Sept 27, 2017 22:16:27 GMT -5
Sure sure. Ya think what ya like. Wanna make a bet?
Sand raises a brow at the mention of a bet. He didn't like betting. "What kinda bet ya have in mind...?" She asked arching him curiously. What do he have in mind? She knew he was trying to make her feel better and she loved that he was trying so hard. Having him around made it better though.
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Post by Smolder on Sept 28, 2017 21:05:38 GMT -5
”What kinda bet ya have in mind...?”
Sand’s question was a bit hesitant, but she hadn’t refused the bet so that was good.
“Who can sell faster.” Smolder was smirking slightly. “Pretty sure I can get done fast than ya.”
He nudged her playfully, hoping to get her smile. It had been awhile since they had both been happy.
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Post by Sand on Sept 28, 2017 21:26:21 GMT -5
Who can sell faster. Pretty sure I can get done fast than ya.
Sand raised a brow. "Who can sell faster? Alright." She smiled a bit as he nudged her. "You'll lose old man." Sand teased a bit.
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Post by Smolder on Sept 28, 2017 21:29:03 GMT -5
”Who can sell faster? Alright.”
His smile widened slightly. She had accepted his offer.
”You’ll lose old man.”
Smolder snorted and smacked her lightly. “Old man? I ain’t that old. Go tell that to Mr. Reed!”
He was feeling rather light-hearted for once. And there was no way he was going to lose his bet. Ha, Sand would be surprised at how good his skills were. It wasn’t like she had really seen him sold before anyways.
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Post by Sand on Sept 28, 2017 21:54:07 GMT -5
Old man? I ain’t that old. Go tell that to Mr. Reed
Sand laughed happily. She was surprised at how happy this interaction with Smolder was making her. It almost made her forget about the fight. "Just sell ya papes and we'll see who is better." Sand smiled happily.
She started selling the best she could thinking of anything in the headlines to get people to buy the papers.
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Post by Smolder on Sept 30, 2017 20:04:47 GMT -5
”Just sell ya papes and we’ll see who is better.”
Smolder snorted softly. “Ain’t that what I’m doin’?” he asked, eyebrow raised. He nudged her in jest before working hard to sell hard. It was a little rough since it was the evening edition, but people were getting off work so they were in luck.
He managed to sell quite a few to some young ladies with a slight smirk. It was a little painful though. But you had to do what you had to if you wanted to make any money.
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Post by Sand on Sept 30, 2017 20:13:21 GMT -5
Ain’t that what I’m doin’?
Sand laughed as she started to sell her papers. She looked over at Smolder as he sold to some older girls. They looked at him the way Crackerjack had looked at Blondie. She didn’t feel the same though. Sand was annoyed that the girls bought papers just cause a boy smiled at them. Sand also didn’t like Smolder was using that to sell papers. Why was it so different? They were both boys. What was the difference?
She finished selling the last of her papers to a man that had just gotten off of work and looked for Smolder to see if he was still selling.
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Post by Smolder on Sept 30, 2017 20:18:11 GMT -5
Smolder focused on selling the papers, taking care to count the change. He didn’t want to lose one bit. He forced a smile as he sold his last paper to a young lady. He turned in triumph to Sand, but it appeared as if it was tie.
He tilted his head to the side. “Seems like we’re both good at sellin’, hmm?” He handed her over the money he had earned. After all, he had sold her papes. “But then again, could have been luck from hat,” he joked and took his hat back from her.
He felt relaxed for once, not so stern and serious.
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Post by Sand on Sept 30, 2017 20:26:19 GMT -5
Seems like we’re both good at sellin’, hmm?
Sand tried give the money back. “Nah you keep it. Ya sold em not me.” She said holding out the money.
But then again, could have been luck from hat,
She laughed a bit. “I don’t need luck from ya hat!” Sand said nudging him a bit. She looked back over to where Blondie was earlier and sighed looking back down at her feet. “Thanks for cheerin me up.”
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Post by Smolder on Sept 30, 2017 20:29:47 GMT -5
”Nah you keep it. Ya sold ‘em not me.”
Smolder insisted that she keep the change. “You bought the papes. Ain’t right for me to keep it,” he said firmly. “‘Sides I got paid today anyways.”
”I don’t need luck from ya hat!”
He shrugged, eyeing her sideways. “Suuuure you don’t.”
”Thanks for cheerin’ me up.”
He shrugged once more. “No problem...” He pursed his lips and stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Want... to talk about it?” He offered.
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Post by Sand on Sept 30, 2017 20:38:29 GMT -5
You bought the papes. Ain’t right for me to keep it, Sides I got paid today anyways
“Alright...alright.” She said putting the money in her pockets.
Suuuure you don’t.
She snatched his hat from him. “Maybe I’ll just keep ya hat.” She smiled brightly.
No problem....Want... to talk about it?
Sand shrugged a bit. “Blondie and I got in a fight....” she whispered watching her feet as she kicked at some small stones. “It’s my fault but he’s mad at me and...and I think I messed it up...”
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Post by Smolder on Sept 30, 2017 20:46:33 GMT -5
”Alright... alright.”
He nodded, satisfied that she was keeping the money.
”Maybe I’ll just keep ya hat.”
“Hey!” he called out, surprised. “My hat...” He smiled slightly. “An’ you were sayin’ it ain’t lucky.”
”Blondie and I got in a fight....”
Smolder raised an eyebrow. “A fight?” That certainly didn’t sound like Blondie. Well, he did have a sharp tongue, but Smolder never really saw Blondie as the type to argue with the Bronx leader.
”It’s my fault but he’s mad at me and... and I think I messed it up...”
He pursed his lips. “What happened exactly? He could be the one who messed it up not ya.”
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Post by Sand on Sept 30, 2017 20:59:47 GMT -5
Hey! My hat... An’ you were sayin’ it ain’t lucky.
“It ain’t lucky. I just like ya hat.” She smiled as she pulled it on her head.
A fight? What happened exactly? He could be the one who messed it up not ya.
Sand shook her head. “It was my fault...the Harlem leader was lookin at him funny...I didn’t like it and I think he might have.” She shrugged not looking up embarrassed she let something so small bother her. “It’s my fault and he’s mad...” she huffed angery at herself. “I’m so stupid...”
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Post by Smolder on Sept 30, 2017 21:05:26 GMT -5
”It’s ain’t lucky. I just like ya hat.”
Smolder lightly smacked the brim over her eyes. “Jus’ admit it. The hat’s lucky.”
”It was my fault...”
He frowned. He wasn’t too sure if it was really her fault even if she hadn’t explained the whole story yet. He knew her well enough. She would blame herself no matter what.
”The Harlem leader was lookin’ at him funny...”
His frown deepened. “Harlem’s leader? What was she doin’ here?”
”I didn’t like it and I think he might have.”
He raised a brow. “What sort of look was she givin’ him?” he asked, despite knowing what it probably was. There might be more to it than what he was thinking.
”It’s my fault and he’s mad... I’m so stupid.”
He awkwardly patted her shoulder. “It ain’t your fault. An’ you ain’t stupid. Blondie shouldn’t stay mad at ya. You were worried about him and he just don’t understand that is what it probably is.”
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