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Post by Crutchy on Sept 1, 2018 21:39:50 GMT -5
Crutchy makes his way through Madison Square, having sold most of his papers. He sighs, counting the ones he has left. "...Four." He sighs and looks up. Seeing he has daylight left, he finds a spot and begins hawking headlines. "Extra, Extra!"
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Post by Spot Conlon on Sept 3, 2018 20:19:49 GMT -5
Spot had come to Manhattan with hopes of finding Jack. He knew planning a meeting would take time, but he thought he'd drop by and show Jack the map he had been working on. He needed a second opinion from someone who wasn't from Brooklyn. Mr. O'Quinn had certainly given him an earful of opinions on how to draw the borders for Brooklyn.
However, he couldn't find the Manhattan leader in his usual places. It seemed like he would have to search for him on his own. But then again, it was still selling time. Jack might not be done selling yet. He would just have to wait or keep searching. He had skipped selling to focus on borough matters. He couldn't really expect Jack to be doing the same. They had their own schedules.
He had wandered around Manhattan a bit aimlessly. He wasn't sure where Jack liked to sell at.
"Extra, extra!"
Spot raised an eyebrow. That was a familiar voice. It was one of Jack's boys. Crutchy, if he remembered correctly. The kid was pretty close to Jack. He might know where Jack was selling. Spot hurried towards the direction of the newsie's voice.
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Post by Crutchy on Sept 4, 2018 21:49:09 GMT -5
Crutchy scans the area before seeing someone walking towards him. He quickly recognizes the Brooklyn leader, the suspenders and Spot's height being two big clues. He had seen Spot once before during the strike, but it had been awhile. He raises his hand in greeting and smiles.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Sept 5, 2018 10:20:32 GMT -5
Spot picked up his pace as he made his way to the newsie waving at him. He was glad that he wouldn't have to call out to him. He hated being a bother to any newsie who was trying to sell.
"Hey there, Crutchy," he greeted as he was in earshot. "How you've been?"
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Post by Crutchy on Sept 7, 2018 10:32:06 GMT -5
"Hey there, Crutchy." "Hey, Spot." Crutchy smiles and folds the paper he was holding up. "How you've been?" "Eh, I'm alright. It's gettin' a bit harder ta sell, but it's alright. How've you been? It's been awhile."
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Post by Spot Conlon on Sept 16, 2018 15:15:27 GMT -5
"Hey, Spot."
He nodded at the other's greeting, stopping to stand beside him.
"Eh, I'm alright. It's gettin' a bit harder ta sell, but it's alright."
Spot frowned a little at the comment. As a leader, he couldn't help but be concerned when a newsie mentioned that it was getting difficult to sell papers. Even if Crutchy wasn't one of his boys, he was a little worried. Yes, he and Jack had talked about the changing paper prices, but what if it was worse than they thought? But now wasn't really the time to worry about that...
"How've you been? It's been awhile."
He cracked a small smile. He really hadn't seen Crutchy in quite some time. "I've been doin' all right." He stuffed his hands in his pockets. "It has been awhile..." He pursed his lips slightly. "You know if Jack is around?"
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Post by Crutchy on Oct 1, 2018 8:45:31 GMT -5
Crutchy notices the frown and tilts his head slightly, wondering what it was about. Sure, it might be getting slightly tougher to sell, but he can always work harder. "It has been awhile..." Crutchy nods. "It's kinda far for me t' travel to Brooklyn." "You know if Jack is around?" Crutchy hums and looks around. "I don't think he was sellin' here... I'd check the theater. He likes watchin' Medda."
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Post by Spot Conlon on Oct 2, 2018 8:59:19 GMT -5
”It’s kinda far for me t’ travel to Brooklyn.”
Spot nodded somewhat absentmindedly, but he understood. After all, his younger brother had a bad leg too. Traveling to Brooklyn was just something not to be done. Too far.
”I don’t think he was sellin’ here... I’d check the theater. He likes watchin’ Medda.”
He snorted a bit. Of course... he hadn’t even thought of the theatre. Typical. Jack was one to live life to the fullest. He enjoyed the little things. Spot? Not so much. He was a little too serious. Oh, he was working on it... but still, this wasn’t a time to be goofing off!
“Right... the theatre.”
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Post by Crutchy on Oct 14, 2018 0:13:38 GMT -5
Crutchy tilts his head when Spot snorts. "Right... the theatre." "What's wrong about the theatre? It's nice enough, and Miss Medda's nice... Jack likes it in there, anyway."
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Post by Spot Conlon on Oct 16, 2018 21:28:46 GMT -5
”What's wrong about the theatre?”
Spot quickly shook his head. “Nothin’ wrong with it. Just didn’t think of checkin’ there for Jack.”
”It's nice enough, and Miss Medda's nice... Jack likes it in there, anyway."
He merely shrugged. After all, he did enjoy playing cards there every one in awhile. He just didn’t like going there too often. “It’s all right, I guess.”
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Post by Crutchy on Oct 17, 2018 14:19:57 GMT -5
“Nothin’ wrong with it. Just didn’t think of checkin’ there for Jack.” Crutchy nods and shrugs. "He's been goin' there more often... I guess it's ta get his mind off of stuff..." "It's all right, I guess." Crutchy nods again. "Yeah..." He trails off, looking away.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Oct 19, 2018 17:22:54 GMT -5
"He's been goin' there more often... I guess it's ta get his mind off of stuff..."
Spot pursed his lips. Seemed as if things were getting tough in Manhattan... Perhaps he should wait and give Jack some time off. He had been pestering the Manhattan leader alot lately. Everyone had alot on their hands after all. He needed to sort things himself and not put too much pressure on Jack.
"Yeah..."
He felt a bit guilty as Crutchy seemed to zone out. He was never much of a talker and now more than ever did he regret not being one. He didn't really talk to Manhattan newsies outside of Jack and maybe Racetrack. What did these guys talk about?
"Um.. yeah..."
He was bad at this...
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