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Post by Monday on Jan 4, 2012 20:26:56 GMT -5
Monday always liked to take the time to observe his surroundings -- it was one of the reasons he started working for ole George Priest.
Plenty of opportunities to sit and watch.
Leaning up against a tree by the lake, cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth, he watched the boaters gliding by with their parasols and rolled-up shirtsleeves. He watched children throwing bits of old bread into the water for the ducks.
Most days that would be enough. But today, he was looking for someone in particular. Or, at least, some information about that someone in particular.
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Post by Hawk Hoffman on Jan 5, 2012 18:29:42 GMT -5
((ready for some trouble??))
It was a rare thing to see Hawk Hoffman outside of Brooklyn. Especially since he had finally became the brooklynleader, he hated ever leaving the docks.
But he really needed to get away. Just for a few hours. To clear his head. Or maybe to hide out...
Hawk was actually fond of Central Park- it was very beautiful, quite calming, and it didn't feel like he had to keep his eyes alert at all times. He watched the children at the park, running around and playing as he sat on a park bench, a stack of newspapers at his side. He would casually sell one or maybe two, but he didn't need the money.
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Post by Birdie on Jan 5, 2012 18:40:17 GMT -5
((Yessss!  Also, our avatars are totally having a smolder-off.)) Monday caught a glimpse of Hawk through a puff of smoke from his cigarette. He didn't take much notice at first, but something clicked in his intuition, and he looked again, narrowing his eyes. There was a pile of papers next to him on the bench. A newsie, then, Monday figured. Could be useful -- newsies covered more ground in a day than a gang could cover in three. It was worth a shot, at least. Monday straightened off the tree, took a drag on his cigarette, and casually made his way toward him. |
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Post by Birdie on Jan 5, 2012 18:40:40 GMT -5
(( nuurrrhhh, and i'm signed in under the wrong name. one moment!  )) |
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Post by Hawk Hoffman on Jan 5, 2012 19:37:33 GMT -5
Hawk noticed the man heading over to him. Both of his hands were leaning across the edge of the bench, and he gave him a bored glance.
"Penny for a pape," Hawk said, casually holding out a paper.
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Post by Monday on Jan 5, 2012 20:00:17 GMT -5
Monday fished in his pocket and pulled out a penny, flicking it his way and taking the paper. He shook it out and took a seat on the other side of the bench, stretching his legs out in front of him and puffing on his cigarette.
"Central Park your usual sellin' spot?" he asked in a low, disinterested voice.
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Post by Hawk Hoffman on Jan 5, 2012 22:58:14 GMT -5
Hawk raised an eyebrow. "Why you wanna know?"
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Post by Monday on Jan 5, 2012 23:23:29 GMT -5
"Lookin' for someone. Thought you might happen to have seen 'er around." Monday glanced briefly at him and shrugged. "But if ya haven't, ya haven't."
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Post by Hawk Hoffman on Jan 6, 2012 0:28:08 GMT -5
Hawk, eyes still on the pond in front of him, cleared his throat. "I got a way with...finding people." He glanced at the man casually. "Depends on the price."
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Post by Monday on Jan 6, 2012 0:36:52 GMT -5
Monday looked at Hawk sidelong, sizing him up. After a moment, he stubbed out his cigarette, took out a new one, and offered another to Hawk. "My boss does good for those who do good for him."
He lit his fresh cigarette and squinted off toward the pond. "A'course, he can't offer a price unless you offer some information."
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Post by Hawk Hoffman on Jan 6, 2012 0:40:46 GMT -5
Hawk considered the cigarette, licked his lips, then took it, immediately lighting it. "I can help ya find any newsie in New York." Hawk muttered confidently, causally...even a hint of boredom.
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Post by Monday on Jan 6, 2012 1:20:31 GMT -5
"Didn't say she was one," Monday added. "But it's likely. Last we heard she was playin' here in the park, but she'd be needin' more money soon."
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Post by Hawk Hoffman on Jan 6, 2012 1:31:58 GMT -5
"Newsies are my...cup of tea." Hawk clarified, blowing out smoke. "If she sells papers, I can find her."
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Post by Monday on Jan 6, 2012 7:47:30 GMT -5
Monday shrugged a shoulder and folded up the newspaper. "Her name's Birdie Sims. About 17, mousy little thing. Brown hair."
He took a last pull on the cigarette and then dropped it on the ground, crushing it under his shoe. "If you find her, come find me. Then we can talk about payment."
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Post by Hawk Hoffman on Jan 6, 2012 13:17:10 GMT -5
Hawk raised his eyebrow. This guy seemed like trouble.
Someone who he'd want on his side if Tristan and Spot decided to retaliate.
Now Hawk needed to show him his special newsie powers. He whistled under his breath, and another boy showed up nearly instantly, kneeling next to Hawk on the bench. "Birdie Sims. Ever heard of her?"
The boy shook his head, biting his lip and giving Hawk a nervous look. "Then find her. By tomorrow." the boy nodded and was gone.
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Also, our avatars are totally having a smolder-off.))
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