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Post by Crutchy on Apr 12, 2019 6:11:21 GMT -5
Crutchy wakes up, immediately wanting to go back to sleep. He coughs, chest heaving as he sits up, rubbing his eyes. He puts a hand to his head, groaning and grabbing his crutch, hopping up and slowly going to the washroom to try and get ready for his day. There's no time for a fever when you're a newsie.
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Post by Slingshot on May 30, 2019 8:52:20 GMT -5
Slingshot yawned as he made his way to the washroom. He paused as a few younger boys cut past him. They probably were in more of a hurry than he was. He didn't mind waiting, but if he kept standing around like this, he was bound to fall asleep standing up. There were so many boys already in the washroom.
He tilted his head to the side as he watched Crutchy slowly head towards the washroom as well. He might not know the newsie very well, but he had did his best to learn the names of most of the Manhattan newsies and get to know them a little. He might sell in the Battery, but Manhattan was where the lodge was. So, he ought to be on good terms with those at the lodge.
"You feelin' okay there, Crutchy?"
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Post by Crutchy on Jun 22, 2019 21:30:01 GMT -5
"You feelin' okay there, Crutchy?" He looks up, groaning and trying to figure out who just spoke to him. "... Slingshot, yeah? I-I'm fine. Jus'... allergies. Probably." He lethargically makes it to the washroom, coughing a bit. Hopefully he could walk it off, and selling would go by easily. However, he doubted that highly.
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Post by Slingshot on Jun 24, 2019 11:02:07 GMT -5
"... Slingshot, yeah? I-I'm fine. Jus'... allergies. Probably."
Slingshot pursed his lips. "I dunno about allergies..." he mumbled following Crutchy into the washroom, keeping a close eye on the newsie as he washed up. Crutchy seemed unwell, and allergies didn't seem like the reason. He'd keep an eye on the kid. Maybe he could offer to sell together or something. He'd hate to have the kid be on rough luck from being sick.
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Post by Crutchy on Jun 24, 2019 12:21:35 GMT -5
"I dunno about allergies..." Crutchy doesn't respond to the comment, splashing some water on his face before heading downstairs. Sickness or no, papers had to be sold. They weren't gonna sell themselves, and his rent certainly wasn't gonna get paid if he didn't get any money today. Surprisingly, he isn't hungry, ignoring the street vendors selling assorted breakfast foods as he makes his way to the distribution center. He's still slow, the ground spinning a bit, but he pushes on.
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Post by Slingshot on Jun 24, 2019 12:29:19 GMT -5
Slingshot took his time washing up since most of the boys had left by this time. He kept a a leisurely pace to keep an eye on Crutchy. He wasn't one to stalk, but he felt that he should help out if Crutchy felt that he couldn't go on very well. After all, he was in no hurry. He didn't always sale, and he always had a good bit of pocket money from his allowance. And well, his aunt didn't need him today, and frankly, she hadn't really noticed that he wasn't staying at the house. As long as he came for dinner, she wouldn't have any idea of what he was doing.
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Post by Crutchy on Jun 24, 2019 22:42:10 GMT -5
He stops for a moment, trying to let the spinning world catch up to him. It's not that big of a deal, he do his track slower today. That is, if the distribution desk is close... He really can't tell at this point. His sense of direction was always messed up, but now with the fever and the headache and dizziness, his sense of direction is basically useless.
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Post by Slingshot on Jun 25, 2019 7:28:33 GMT -5
Slingshot had followed Crutchy, a bit surprised at the direction Crutchy had gone. It was somewhat of a shorter route, but it meant that he would skip meeting the nuns and the other little stops the boys usually liked to frequent before selling. He might not be too familiar with the Manhattan routes, but he knew enough to get by.
As the other newsie suddenly stopped, he did the same, wondering why before realizing that both of them had missed the turn to the distribution center. Slingshot didn't go to the Manhattan distribution center. He usually went to a small distribution center in the Battery, so it wasn't so strange that he missed it. Crutchy, however, shouldn't have missed the turn.
"You okay?" he asked. "The distribution center is that way."
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Post by Crutchy on Aug 11, 2019 21:49:23 GMT -5
"You okay?" He blinks, turning to the other boy. How long had he been following behind? "Huh?..."
"The distribution center is that way."
He turns back, noticing the familiar turn. "... So it is." He turns, sighing. "sorry."
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Post by Slingshot on Aug 11, 2019 22:10:41 GMT -5
"Huh?... So it is. Sorry."
Slingshot pursed his lips. "It's fine. But you sure you're okay?"
Crutchy didn't look himself, and it worried him.
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Post by Crutchy on Oct 8, 2019 8:12:53 GMT -5
"It's fine. But you sure you're okay?"
"I, uh..." He sighs heavily. "I suppose not. But I can't jus' lay around for a day... I've got papes t' sell..."
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Post by Slingshot on Oct 14, 2019 11:07:41 GMT -5
"I, uh... I suppose not. But I can't jus' lay around for a day... I've got papes t' sell..."
Slingshot tilted his head to the side. It was true... as a newsie, you really couldn't miss a day of selling. But at the same time, if you were badly sick, it wouldn't be a good idea to sell and possible die... well that was a bit extreme, but it was possible.
"If you're real sick, you won't last the day selling'," he noted. Or half the day, he thought to himself. "How 'bout we make a deal?" he suggested.
He had always wanted to try making a deal to be honest. He had seen some of the other boys do so, and this was his chance to really feel more newsie-like. He wouldn't trick Crutchy or anything like that. He was too gentlemanly. He'd play fair. Besides, this might be the only way to get Crutchy to go back and rest.
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