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Post by Three Left O'Neal on Dec 30, 2016 18:42:45 GMT -5
Three Left was relaxing in the bunkroom reading a book and smoking his father's pipe. Most newsies smoked cigarettes, they couldn't afford a pipe like the one he had. It was his prized possession, the only thing he had left from his parents, and everyone knew not to lay thier hands on it. The first time he tried to smoke it, just before he met Scout, he had used chewing tobacco, it was a disaster. Three Left smiled at the fond memory, while blowing out a cloud of smoke.
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Post by Cloud on Dec 31, 2016 19:54:50 GMT -5
Cloud had been running a few rounds for Spot that day, checking up on the boroughs and for any new news. There hadn't been much going on now that winter had come. He was certainly glad of it. Cloud most definitely was not fond of running around in the snow. He was going to catch a bad cold if he stayed out there much longer. Spot wouldn't be too thrilled with him not coming back to Brooklyn that night, but the Brooklyn leader would be more upset if he got sick. So here he was, at the Bronx lodging house.
He had gotten himself warmed by the fire and was heading into the bunkroom to find an empty bunk. He was tired and ready to get some much needed sleep. He sneezed as he entered the bunkroom. He could smell smoke... he couldn't help but frown. He wasn't sure about the rules at this lodge, but in Brooklyn, Mr. O'Quinns told the boys to smoke outside and not in the bunkroom.
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Post by Three Left O'Neal on Dec 31, 2016 20:45:43 GMT -5
Three Left looked up. he heard someone sneezing. ''is that a new kid?'' he wondered. ''we exchange names tomorrow.'' he thought, while dropping the contents of his pipe in a water filled tin can after one last drag. after putting his book away, he looked at the new boy, his eyes looked like he was a million miles away. he slowly got underneath the blanket and dozed of it had been a productive but tiring day.
and he was happy to get his well earned sleep.
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Post by Cloud on Dec 31, 2016 21:01:34 GMT -5
Cloud was slightly surprised to see such a young boy smoking, but then again, most of the boys back at Brooklyn smoked too. He just never thought about ages until he was in a different borough. But now was the time to get some much needed rest. In a few minutes, he had found a an empty bunk. It was good to finally get to sleep. No need to worry about anything until morning.
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Post by Three Left O'Neal on Dec 31, 2016 21:32:15 GMT -5
it was the middle of the night when Three Left jolted awake from a nightmare. the wind was howling outside of the lodging house.
''nà bheidh an dullahan fháil dom anocht.'' he whispered in his native tongue, breathing heavily.
(the dullahan won't get me tonight)
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Post by Cloud on Dec 31, 2016 21:40:26 GMT -5
Morning seemed to have some too soon. Cloud thought he had heard someone whisper during the night, but he had been soo tired... he could have dreamt that. He reluctantly stretched and got out of bed. He had quite the walk ahead of him. And sadly, he probably wouldn't be able to get any selling done. Not with a long walk in the snow. He would be heading straight to the lodge after speaking with Spot.
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Post by Three Left O'Neal on Jan 1, 2017 6:53:21 GMT -5
was it his imagination, or was it colder than usual in the bunkroom. looking outside he frowned. there was a thick layer of snow outside. he didn't have to go outside, he could afford staying in. but, having his own set of customers, it was bad business doing so.
''wel, time for the auction.'' he said. '' hopefully i wont catch a cold.''
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Post by Cloud on Jan 1, 2017 12:22:52 GMT -5
"Well, time for the auction. Hopefully I won't catch a cold."
Cloud glanced over the bunk across from him. If he remembered correctly, it was the same kid who had been smoking a pipe the night before.
"Mornin'," he greeted the younger boy as he sniffled some. He pulled on his old coat and buckled it as tightly as it would go. He really should try to sell some... He desperately needed a new coat and those were not cheap! Maybe he could sell a few papers before heading back home to Brooklyn.
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Post by Three Left O'Neal on Jan 1, 2017 12:34:15 GMT -5
"Mornin" Three Left turned around.
''Goodmorning'' he said. ''My name is Three Left. What is yours? never seen you before, Are you new here?''
He extended his right hand while hiding his left one. Not on purpose more out of habit.
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Post by Cloud on Jan 1, 2017 15:45:29 GMT -5
"Good morning."
Cloud gave the younger newsie a friendly smile. "I hope it'll be."
"My name is Three Left. What is yours?"
Three Left... He would have to do his best to remember that name. He wasn't the best at remembering names. Faces, yes. But names? They were a little harder to remember. "I'm Cloud."
"Never seen you before. Are you new here?"
Cloud cocked his head slightly as the boy hid his left one. It seemed to be a habit, since the boy did not jerk his hand quickly behind him. Cloud could understand why though. He had a good eye and sense of judgment when it came to those sorts of things. And, he wasn't one to judge.
He shook his head as he answered Three Left, "No, not new here. Just passin' through. I'm from Brooklyn."
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Post by Three Left O'Neal on Jan 1, 2017 16:06:35 GMT -5
"I'm from Brooklyn." Brooklyn? so you're one of mister Conlon's boys
"I'm Cloud." "are you called that because you're drifting around in other boroughs?" he asked.
" anyway its a pleasure meeting you mister Cloud." he said crossing his arms infront of his chest.
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Post by Cloud on Jan 1, 2017 16:12:20 GMT -5
"Brooklyn? So you're one of Mister Conlon's boys."
Cloud blinked in surprise and nodded. It was a little odd to hear someone call Spot 'Mister Conlon.' It was pretty amusing though. Spot wouldn't really care for it if he ever heard, so Cloud would keep the comment to himself.
"Are you called that because you're drifting around in other boroughs?"
He chuckled softly and shook his head. "No, but that's actually pretty close. I do go to alot of boroughs for Spot after all." He grinned. "I'm called cloud 'cause I tend to drift. I daydream too much is what Mr. O'Quinn says."
"Anyway it's a pleasure meeting you, Mister Cloud."
He shook his head once more. "It was my pleasure. An' just Cloud is fine."
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Post by Three Left O'Neal on Jan 1, 2017 16:33:33 GMT -5
"I'm called cloud 'cause I tend to drift. I daydream too much is what Mr. O'Quinn says."
"Daydreaming, mommy used to do that sometimes, when she and daddy where still alive, someone stabbed them."
Three Left didn't know why he was so open with Cloud, the only one he had been this open with after his parents died was Frank Roberts or Scout as he was called
"Frank" he whispered sadly.
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Post by Cloud on Jan 1, 2017 17:02:22 GMT -5
"Daydreaming, mommy used to do that sometimes, when she and daddy where still alive, someone stabbed them."
Cloud nodded and furrowed his brows ever so slightly as Three Left mentioned the death of his parents. It was strange how he mentioned it so calmly. It made Cloud slightly worried. He wondered if the kid was okay... seeing something like that could be scarring. If the kid needed help, he was definitely willing to lend a hand.
"Frank."
He cocked his head slightly. Frank. Must be a friend or someone Three Left knew. Cloud didn't know of any Franks, at least not by name.
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Post by Three Left O'Neal on Jan 1, 2017 17:14:25 GMT -5
cloud cocked his head slightly.
Three Left let out a Sigh. "Frank..." he swallowed "he was my selling partner, back in hattan. we slept rough near a loading dock, he didn't wake up one day, died shielding me from the cold." a single tear went down his cheek but his face was like a rock.
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Post by Cloud on Jan 1, 2017 17:36:04 GMT -5
"Frank... He was my selling partner, back in Hattan."
Cloud nodded. He was right. Frank had been a friend of the younger newsie.
"We slept rough near a loading dock. He didn't wake up one day, died shielding me from the cold."
He knelt down beside the boy and wiped his tears, brow furrowing ever so slightly as Three Left's face hardened. That couldn't be good... "Your friend was very brave," he said softly, unsure of how to comfort the boy, but trying his best.
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Post by Three Left O'Neal on Jan 1, 2017 17:50:05 GMT -5
"Scout was a few month older then me, he was always there for me. he was my shield." he said, as his lip began to quiver. Scout had died months ago, he hadn't cried since then. what was happening to him? his hand were shaking ever so slightly, but he managed to keep it in. even if it was only just.
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Post by Cloud on Jan 1, 2017 18:13:15 GMT -5
"Scout was a few month older then me, he was always there for me. He was my shield."
Cloud gave the boy a small smile. "Seems to me that he was a great shield for you."
It was rough being a newsie on your own. He had been lucky that a kind neighbor had taken him in when he was younger. He might be a bit too forward... but he wanted to help the young boy. He gave him a hug, hoping somehow it would comfort Three Left.
"You're very brave," he whispered.
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Post by Three Left O'Neal on Jan 1, 2017 18:33:57 GMT -5
Three Left put his arms around Cloud's neck, happily accepting the hug. for the first time since scout passed away he cried.
"You're very brave"
"thanks" he mumbled into Cloud's shoulder.
it felt kind of good getting it out.
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Post by Cloud on Jan 1, 2017 18:58:19 GMT -5
"Thanks."
Cloud smiled softly at the kid's thanks. He rubbed Three Left's back, glad he could be of help. "No problem... if you ever want to just talk, don't hesitate to look for me."
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Post by Three Left O'Neal on Jan 1, 2017 19:23:39 GMT -5
Three Left dried his tears.
"No problem... if you ever want to just talk, don't hesitate to look for me."
"i'll hold you to that" he said reasuming his emotional brick wall "brooklyn. right?" he asked. "time to go buy papes." he smiled "with this pack of snow they wont be there for atleast five minutes"
"care to join me? we can split the cash."
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Post by Cloud on Jan 1, 2017 19:49:36 GMT -5
"I'll hold you to that. Brooklyn, right?"
Cloud smiled as he nodded. "That'd be right. If I'm not there, I'm probably at one of the parks."
"Time to go buy papes. With this pack of snow they won't be there for at least five minutes."
He glanced over at the clock sitting on one of the shelves by the door. It was starting to get late (for the morning that is). Definitely time to go buy papers.
"Care to join me? We can split the cash."
He got to his feet and nodded. "I would like that very much."
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Post by Three Left O'Neal on Jan 2, 2017 11:28:47 GMT -5
after buying a stack of papers they huried to his selling corner. Three Left felt a little bad when he saw only some his costumers waiting for him.
"sorry people we were held up. besides its nearly impossible to get through the snow."
his costumers looked displeased, they where not happy with his late arrival. Three Left just want to work
"newspaper for two pence, do i see three pence? three pence, do i see four? three pence once, three pence twice, sold for three pence to the man in the front."
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Post by Cloud on Jan 2, 2017 11:56:57 GMT -5
Cloud didn't buy very many papers. He knew he wouldn't sell very much today. It was too cold to think about selling alot. He was selling out of necessity.
He smiled as he watched Three Left sell his papers. It was definitely a unique way of selling that certainly fit the younger newsie. It was always interesting to see how others sold their papers. Most would take advantage of how others sold, but not Cloud. He always sold the same way he always did.
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Post by Three Left O'Neal on Jan 2, 2017 12:23:50 GMT -5
Three Left had bought a little to much papers. his would still turn a profit, but still losing money was not a hobby of his.
but, with this weather and the fact it was getting late meant he would have to sell them back to mister Flynn.
"at least i won't suffer a loss" he sighed.
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