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Post by Crutchy on Apr 9, 2019 10:13:20 GMT -5
Crutchy walks into Tibby's, finding a small table for himself. He had sold rather well, so far at least, and he hopefully had enough money to get something small. He looks over the menu, then starts to count his money, nodding. "Alright, hopefully this will get me through 'til breakfast tomorrah," he mutters to himself, good leg tapping the floor. He looks up as he hears the bell jingle.
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Post by Nickel on Apr 9, 2019 11:16:29 GMT -5
It had been awhile since Nickel had been to Tibby's, and well, selling had gone well enough for him to consider grabbing a bite to eat. The bell rang softly above him as he entered the small cafe. He glanced around for an empty table, spotting Crutchy as he did. He gave the older boy a small smile and nod before sitting down at a empty table nearby.
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Post by Crutchy on Apr 9, 2019 15:29:45 GMT -5
Crutchy looks over at the boy. "Heya, Nickel. Sellin' go well?" He props his crutch up against the wall, smiling.
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Post by Nickel on Apr 9, 2019 15:39:28 GMT -5
”Heya, Nickel. Sellin’ Go well?”
Nickel just shrugged. He hasn’t actually sold today. He would get an earful from Jack, if the leader ever found out... but today had been a pick-pocketing sort of day. “It was a good day,” was the best reply he could give. “How about yourself?” he asked cautiously. He didn’t think the older boy knew about his pick-pocketing, but one could never be too careful. Crutchy was pretty close to Jack.
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Post by Crutchy on Apr 9, 2019 15:51:24 GMT -5
Crutchy nods, leaning back. "Gone alright. I've sold about half my papes so far. Got hungry, so I'd thought I'd stop in here for a quick bite." He shifts a bit. "Hey, wanna sit wit' me? It'd be less lonely." He shrugs. "Jus' an idea."
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Post by Nickel on Apr 9, 2019 15:58:01 GMT -5
"Gone alright. I've sold about half my papes so far. Got hungry, so I'd thought I'd stop in here for a quick bite."
Nickel nodded. Selling definitely could work up an appetite.
”Hey, wanna sit wit' me? It'd be less lonely. Jus' an idea."
He pursed his lips. Part of him wanted to accept the invitation... while the other part was skittish. He really didn’t know the guys in Manhattan despite living here for quite some time. But maybe...
He gave the older boy a smile. “I don’t mind.”
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Post by Crutchy on Apr 9, 2019 17:01:21 GMT -5
Crutchy smiles, nodding. "Alright den. Hey, if ya need money, I can pay for your lunch."
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Post by Nickel on Apr 9, 2019 17:27:35 GMT -5
"Alright den. Hey, if ya need money, I can pay for your lunch."
Nickel looked at Crutchy in surprise as hes at down at their shared table. He quickly shook his head. "Oh no, it's fine. I can pay. You ain't even finish sellin' yet."
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Post by Crutchy on Apr 9, 2019 17:44:20 GMT -5
"Well... yeh, I haven't finished sellin' yet... But you's like... what? Fifteen years?" Crutchy smiles. "I'm older. I can spare the money. I've gone longah without food, anyways. A small cutdown on a meal ain't nothin'." Crutchy looks down. He knew how hard it could be at that age. He used to not like asking for anything, thinking Jack and the others wanted to help out of sympathy for his leg. Most people, however, wanted to help because he was... is one of them. Nickel is too. It doesn't hurt to try and help.
((OOC: sorry if that didn't make much sense. I can shorten it to be less confusing if need be.))
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Post by Nickel on Apr 9, 2019 18:21:55 GMT -5
"Well... yeh, I haven't finished sellin' yet... But you's like... what? Fifteen years?"Nickel made a face and nodded. He didn't care to talk about his age. "I'm older. I can spare the money. I've gone longah without food, anyways. A small cutdown on a meal ain't nothin'." "That's not exactly a good thing," he pointed out. "Besides... I can take of myself..." It was rough living on the streets and being a newsie, but Nickel did his best. He didn't want to have to depend on others, but that was probably partially why he didn't have many friends. He was too independent in some ways and maybe, he was just scared of being vulnerable. ((No, you're totally fine. Don't worry about it.))
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Post by Crutchy on Apr 9, 2019 18:43:48 GMT -5
"You might be able to take care of yerself, but that doesn't mean you have to..." he trails off. Arguing with him won't do anything. "But if you don't want any help, I'll stop pushin'."
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Post by Nickel on Apr 9, 2019 18:57:52 GMT -5
"You might be able to take care of yerself, but that doesn't mean you have to..."
Nickel's face hardened slightly. He just didn't trust others, not after... No, best not to think about that.
""But if you don't want any help, I'll stop pushin'."
He bit his lip, slowly realizing that the older boy was just being kind. "Sorry..." he mumbled. "But I'd rather pay," he added quickly.
Apologizing felt weak enough in his mind.
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Post by Crutchy on Apr 9, 2019 19:56:39 GMT -5
"Suit yerself, Nickel." Crutchy smiles, drumming on the table with his fingers. He chews on the inside of his lip, trying to think of a new topic. He never was good at those...
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Post by Nickel on Apr 9, 2019 20:37:04 GMT -5
"Suit yerself, Nickel."
Nickel bit his lip. He felt kind of bad now... but oh well, the waiter was here to take his order. He quickly ordered a coffee and a cold sandwich.
"You plannin' on goin' ta Medda's tonight?" he asked curiously. Some of the older boys mentioned that Medda had opened the backstage for the boys to hang out and play card games. He wanted to take up the offer, but he wasn't sure if he could. Maybe Crutchy would know?
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Post by Crutchy on Apr 9, 2019 21:47:52 GMT -5
He orders a sandwich and a seltzer, thanking the waiter as he leaves. "I might go... Jack and Race said somethin' about goin' to play cards." He shrugs. "I'm no good at cards. Might go jus' t' hang out, though. You?"
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Post by Nickel on Apr 9, 2019 22:02:38 GMT -5
"I might go... Jack and Race said somethin' about goin' to play cards."
Nickel tried not to flinch at the mention of the Manhattan leader. Not that he was scared of the guy, but the Manhattan leader had hinted that he would take disciplinary action if Nickel kept pick-pocketing.
"I'm no good at cards. Might go jus' t' hang out, though. You?"
He shrugged. "I do like playin' cards," he admitted. But he wasn't sure about going if Jack was there. And well, if Jack was there, there was bound to be more of the older boys in attendance. He wasn't sure if he really wanted to play cards with them. Besides, he probably be working on things tonight. "But I um got things I probably should do tonight."
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Post by Crutchy on Apr 9, 2019 22:43:40 GMT -5
"Aw, alright. Shame you ain't gonna be there, then." Crutchy leans back, fiddling with his fingers. He notices the boy's face scrunch slightly at the mentioning of Jack. "'Ey, Nickel... You alright?"
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Post by Nickel on Apr 9, 2019 22:49:51 GMT -5
"Aw, alright. Shame you ain't gonna be there, then."
Nickel pursed his lips and nodded. "Yeah... it is a shame," he agreed.
"'Ey, Nickel... You alright?"
His eyes widened slightly as he quickly shook his head. He had hoped the older newsie wouldn't notice his wariness of Jack. "I'm fine, honest."
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Post by Crutchy on Apr 9, 2019 22:52:55 GMT -5
"If ya say so.... ya looked kinda... scared." He shrugs. "Ain't my business, anyway, jus' makin' sure you're ok."
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Post by Nickel on Apr 9, 2019 23:01:46 GMT -5
"If ya say so.... ya looked kinda... scared."
Nickel quickly scoffed. "Me scared? Never."
"Ain't my business, anyway, jus' makin' sure you're ok."
He was about to reply, but the food had arrived. He didn't really want to talk to much about his own personal affairs anyway... He was quick to start eating and hopefully avoid conversations on personal topics.
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Post by Crutchy on Apr 10, 2019 8:40:09 GMT -5
Crutchy smiles as he receives his food. He eats at a moderate pace, tapping his left foot as he tries to think of more things to talk about. Something about Nickel made him... slightly uncomfortable, but he can't put his finger on it.
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Post by Nickel on Apr 10, 2019 9:04:07 GMT -5
Nickel glanced at Crutchy occasionally as he ate. He was feeling just a bit antsy. Maybe he should try selling the evening edition to get his mind off of things. It might even help him avoid another scolding from Jack. The thought made him a little happier and helped him slow down his eaiting.
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Post by Crutchy on Apr 10, 2019 9:29:10 GMT -5
Crutchy stops and roots around in his pockets for his money. He takes a sip of his seltzer as he looks, humming. He frowns, checking his other pocket as well.
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Post by Nickel on Apr 10, 2019 9:54:45 GMT -5
Nickel looked at Crutchy curiously, noticing the older newsie searching for something. The frown on Crutchy's face seemed to indicate that it was something important. "Somethin' wrong?"
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Post by Crutchy on Apr 10, 2019 10:10:34 GMT -5
"I had a nickel and two dimes, I know I did..."Crutchy looks down. "Dey couldn't have jus' fallen out, could dey?" Here he was, nearly an adult, yet not having any money to pay for himself. Maybe he could help out to pay for his meal for the day. He honestly has no idea where his coins could've gone. His paper bag, maybe?
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