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Post by Lacey on Nov 5, 2018 19:37:36 GMT -5
It had been a long day when it came to selling. Lacey had done well for herself, finding that it had been a relatively good day, and she had managed to get one of the other girls to patch up a hole that had begun forming in the elbow of her jacket, so she was much warmer, as well. The cold wasn't settling down, and it was time to start getting ready for the winter.
Either way, Lacey had decided to end the day with a cup of tea that Mrs. Harbour had made for the girls that had gotten done early, sitting out on the front steps of the lodge and watching the sun setting beyond the buildings in Brooklyn. It was a nice way to relax at the end of the day, especially with everything that had been going on lately.
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Post by Darcy on Nov 5, 2018 19:48:36 GMT -5
Darcy hadn't planned on ending up in Brooklyn. She had been staying in Harlem and Bronx. Selling in Bronx and living on the border of Harlem and Bronx. She had been planning on spending her time as far away from Brooklyn as she could. But, somehow or another, she had ended up lost in Brooklyn. She still couldn't believe she had gotten lost in her old hometown... by the time she had got her bearings, it was a little too late to head back.
All she could was pay for her night and cross her fingers in hopes that no one would recognize her.
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Post by Lacey on Nov 5, 2018 19:50:31 GMT -5
It was relatively strange, seeing a girl that Lacey didn't know, especially someone who looked so familiar. She couldn't quite put her finger on where she could have sworn that she had seen the girl before, but there was something about her that was strikingly familiar.
Rising from her seat, she took in the other female's appearance as she approached. "Who're you?"
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Post by Darcy on Nov 5, 2018 19:54:29 GMT -5
"Who're you?"
Darcy almost cursed aloud, but she caught herself in time and did her best to stay relaxed.
"They call me Trixie." She gave her a sheepish smile. "I'm na from around 'ere. Got lost an' just stayin' 'ere until I can get back ta Harlem."
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Post by Lacey on Nov 5, 2018 19:57:10 GMT -5
"They call me Trixie."
Trixie. She had heard that name before.
"I'm na from around 'ere. Got lost an' just stayin' 'ere until I can get back ta Harlem."
That was where she had heard it. She had gone to the Bronx to talk to Sand about Darcy, and Trixie had been the one that she had been convinced was Darcy. She looked so much like Spot.
Lacey's eyes narrowed a bit suspiciously, crossing her arms over her chest. "Trixie, huh? Really?"
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Post by Darcy on Nov 5, 2018 20:01:46 GMT -5
"Trixie, huh? Really?"
Darcy just wanted to collapse into whatever bunk was empty... and this girl didn't seem to want that to happen yet. There was something familiar about the girl, but she couldn't place her finger on it.
"Yeah... that's what I go by an' people call me." She rubbed her face. "Could ya... I do na know... maybe let me find a bunk?"
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Post by Lacey on Nov 5, 2018 20:03:38 GMT -5
"Yeah... that's what I go by an' people call me."
Lacey still wasn't convinced, but this girl didn't seem to be giving anything up. Lacey knew that she could be a little bit cold at times, but she was sure that something was wrong here.
"Could ya... I do na know... maybe let me find a bunk?"
She nodded slowly, stepping aside to let 'Trixie' inside. She would have to get Spot to pay a visit to Trixie while she was there.
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Post by Darcy on Nov 5, 2018 20:59:49 GMT -5
Darcy was more than relieved when Lacey finally let her in. It probably wasn't the last she'd see of the other newsies, but for now she didn't care. She just wanted to sleep and never wake up. Maybe, if she was lucky, the girl would forget about her or wouldn't be around when she finally left for Harlem.
Luck wasn't really on her side in Brooklyn. But she could hope it would return long enough for her to get out of here.
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Post by Lacey on Nov 5, 2018 21:02:36 GMT -5
Lacey didn't know what to do when it came to 'Trixie' being there, and she had no clue where Spot would be for the moment. But if this was Darcy, could she really not tell him that she was there? But what if it wasn't and she got his hopes up for nothing?
Her thoughts were spiraling as she made a break for the boy's lodging house. She would have to find Spot.
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Post by Darcy on Nov 5, 2018 21:05:44 GMT -5
Darcy found that perhaps her luck was returning. There were plenty of empty bunks. She found one close to the window. A perfect place to be if she wanted to make a quick getaway. She sighed as she plopped down onto the bunk. It brought back so many memories... Memories that she had hoped were buried and dead. Well, if she could just fall asleep, maybe they would all go away.
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Post by Lacey on Nov 5, 2018 21:07:30 GMT -5
After a quick walk to the boy's lodging house, Lacey had practically raced inside, muttering something to Mr. O'Quinn about whether or not Spot was there yet. She had received a small grunt from the older man as he looked through the books before shaking his head, sending Lacey back out and on her way. She had to find him.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Nov 26, 2018 12:40:10 GMT -5
At this time, Spot would usually be back at the lodge making sure his boys weren't planning on any late night ventures, but not today. There had a been a bit of a scuffle near the border. Seemed liked a couple of his boys got into a fight with one of the boys from Long Island. The poor kid didn't speak very good English. Probably enough to get buy selling, but not enough to get any word edgewise against a Brooklynner. In short, Spot had to get the boys calmed down and get the kid back to the safety of his borough before the Long Islander leader got wind of it. That had taken alot of time... Spot wasn't too familiar with Long Island and did not want to get on Long Island's bad side. The two boroughs weren't allies, but they weren't enemies either. Spot would prefer it to stay that way. Then again, it would be nice if Long Island decided to finally ally themselves to Brooklyn. It would make things against Queens feel a little more even. Not that Manhattan wasn't a good ally! Spot wouldn't want Jack to think that... it was just that the 'Hattan boys just weren't as tough as Brooklyn or Queens or even Long Island. Manhattan had it easy so to speak. It was a big part of New York City and very developed. Queens, Brooklyn, and Long Island were still building themselves up to reach Manhattan's level which made them quite rough around the edges.
Anyways, Spot was glad that was over with. Hopefully Long Island's leader wouldn't hear anything about this... for now, Spot just wanted to get inside the lodge and have a hot cup of coffee or something.
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Post by Lacey on Dec 4, 2018 18:45:20 GMT -5
As soon as Lacey's hazel eyes had found Spot, the female was sent practically racing towards him, eyes wide as she began trying to explain the situation to him through her rapid gasps for air after all of the running around that she had been doing trying to find him. After another moment of her trying to catch her breath, she finally managed to mumble out a few words about what was happening, though she had no clue how Spot was going to react.
"Darcy is in the goil's lodge."
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Post by Spot Conlon on Dec 6, 2018 15:23:42 GMT -5
Spot had barely reached the steps of the boys' lodge when Lacey suddenly appeared beside him. His eyes looked at her in confusion which soon changed to worry as Lacey gasped for breath as she frantically tried to explain something to him.
"Take a deep breath... I ain't goin' anywhere yet."
He felt a little relaxed as she took a few moments to catch her breath. However, the thing she said was not at all what Spot had expected.
"Darcy is in the goil's lodge."
Spot had to do a double-take. "Who is at the goil's lodge?" Maybe he had heard wrong. Lacey hadn't quite gotten her breath back yet.
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Post by Lacey on Dec 6, 2018 15:27:04 GMT -5
"Take a deep breath... I ain't goin' anywhere yet."
Lacey was practically shaking both from excitement and worry that she could have been wrong, gripping onto him tightly. "I'm... I'm fine."
"Who is at the goil's lodge?"
It was nerve-wracking, trying to explain something like this to him. She didn't know if she was right, she was running off of a hunch, but she knew Spot. She had studied his face and his appearance enough times to know what a Conlon looked like. Even with the slight Irish lilt to his voice, she had memorized that and recognized it right away in Trixie. She had to be right.
"Darcy. Darcy is in the goil's lodge."
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Post by Spot Conlon on Dec 10, 2018 19:41:49 GMT -5
"I'm... I'm fine."
Spot raised an eyebrow. "Ya don't really sound fine..."
"Darcy. Darcy is in the goil's lodge."
He couldn't even begin to describe the feelings rushing over him. He wasn't even sure if he could believe it... Darcy. Darcy in Brooklyn? This had to be some sort of trick... or maybe even a dream. Darcy... his cousin.
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Post by Lacey on Dec 10, 2018 20:40:08 GMT -5
”Ya don’t really sound fine...”
Lacey just shrugged it off. She was more worried about how Spot was going to react to the news rather than focusing on herself. She didn’t know how he would react, but she really did hope that he would be happy. He had missed Darcy so much.
Watching his reaction, the female bit her lip harshly. “Ya okay, Spot? Ya look kinda pale.”
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Post by Spot Conlon on Dec 17, 2018 12:37:47 GMT -5
"Ya okay, Spot? Ya look kinda pale."
Spot refocused on Lacey, not really realizing he had even zoned out. "Huh? Yeah... fine."
He was still struggling to come to terms with the news. Darcy. His cousin. In Brooklyn. He wasn't sure if he believed it. She had been spotted before... but nothing had really shown if she really had been seen. What if this was just another one of those times? Were his hopes to be dashed once again?
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Post by Lacey on Dec 17, 2018 12:40:14 GMT -5
"Huh? Yeah... fine."
Lacey didn't believe him. She knew him well enough to be able to pick up on the uncertainty behind his bright blue eyes. She frowned ever so slightly, calming herself down for a moment and taking his hands into her own.
"Spot, ya know that I'd never try ta lead ya on with somethin' like this if I wasn't sure. She looks just like you." She murmured, thumbs rubbing soothingly over his knuckles.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Jan 6, 2019 20:28:14 GMT -5
"Spot, ya know that I'd never try ta lead ya on with somethin' like this if I wasn't sure. She looks just like you."
Spot just nodded, he still couldn't find the words to speak. He knew Lacey wouldn't lie. It had to be Darcy, but there was still some doubt lingering in the back of his mind.
"Let's head ta the lodge..."
After all, seeing was believing.
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Post by Lacey on Jan 6, 2019 20:31:40 GMT -5
"Let's head ta the lodge..."
Lacey swallowed thickly, a bit of worry building up in the pit of her stomach that perhaps she had gotten his hopes up for nothing after all. If she had, she knew that it could potentially throw a wrench into their relationship, at least for a little while. All that Lacey wanted was for Spot to be happy. That was what you did when you loved someone.
With a nod, she gently took his hand and began leading him back to the lodge, a nervous skip in her step. Would this be the moment where Spot finally found Darcy again?
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Post by Spot Conlon on Jan 8, 2019 12:03:01 GMT -5
Spot was silent as they headed toward the girls' lodge. He hoped that Ms. Harbour would be understanding. If Darcy were there... no, no, he couldn't say if! She was there. Lacey seemed absolutely positive, and she wouldn't lie.
He had to keep himself calm. After all, it had been so long since he had last seen his cousin. He would have to tell Thunder and Jasper.
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Post by Lacey on Jan 8, 2019 12:20:16 GMT -5
As they had begun to approach the girl's lodge, Lacey found her steps slowing a bit. Doubt was beginning to settle over her. Surely this was too easy? Darcy had evaded Spot for years, why would she suddenly just be there now? She did her best to swallow her nerves, turning back to take in the expression on Spot's face once again. It was completely unreadable.
When they finally approached and headed in through the door, she was greeted with the sight of Mrs. Harbour there, making sure that all of the girls were being signed in for the night. "Mrs. Harbour, is uh, Trixie still here?"
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Post by Spot Conlon on Jan 8, 2019 13:33:31 GMT -5
Spot was hesitant to enter the girls' lodge, but he had to know about Darcy. Ms Harbour did not seem too thrilled to see him but ignored him as Lacey spoke up.
"Mrs. Harbour, is uh, Trixie still here?"
The lodge owner pursed her lips and glanced down at her log book. "I cannot say for sure, Lacey. She hasn't signed out, but she could have left while I was in the kitchen."
He almost gasped aloud at the mention of "Trixie." That was an old nickname Darcy went by... Well, at least a certain someone called her that. Could it really be Darcy? He wanted to go up and see if it was Darcy, but he knew Ms. Harbour would never allow him in the bunkroom. However, there were more ways to figure out if this was his cousin.
"Um, Ms. Harbour? Could I see the log book?"
Ms. Harbour raised an eyebrow but made no comment as she passed the book to Spot. She only allowed it because she knew Spot was the leader of the Brooklyn newsies. If one of the girls were causing some sort of trouble, she would deal with it once the young man confirmed his suspicions.
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Post by Lacey on Jan 8, 2019 13:37:51 GMT -5
"I cannot say for sure, Lacey. She hasn't signed out, but she could have left while I was in the kitchen."
There were no words that could have described just how nervous Lacey was. If Darcy was gone, then she had gotten Spot's hopes up for nothing. It had more than likely happened to him before, and she didn't want to be just another person that let him down. She never wanted to let him down.
"Um, Ms. Harbour? Could I see the log book?"
Lacey turned her attention back to Spot, the bewilderment on her face shifting more into curiosity as Mrs. Harbour slid the book over to him, allowing him to look over the names there. She peered over his shoulder, not entirely sure what he was looking for. Maybe handwriting? Or a time in? She wasn't entirely sure.
"I'll go back and look for her, okay?" She murmured, taking a step back from Spot for a moment but hesitating a bit. What if she wasn't there? How would she tell Spot?
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