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fandomtownies2014-07-13 12:05 pm
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Fandom Street Corner, Sunday Afternoon
"EXTRA, EXTRA! BILLIONAIRE BRUCE BITES IN A BOARDING HOUSE!"
It was a time when newspapers were the only way to get yer news, when the hum of a print machine was what people fell asleep to and when the ink on a newspaperman's hands meant he was big time. Willie West wanted to be that newspaperman but he had to pay his dues. That meant delivering the news first. That meant trying to make the news important to all the guys and dolls that passed him by.
The city was glitzy and gauzy, full of the lowest of the low and the highest of the high and Willie wanted to climb that ladder and be the guy that shared eel juice with the dames and the birds that ran this town.
"EXTRA, EXTRA! FLATTIES FLOUNDER ON DRUG CONTROL? JUST WHO RUNS THIS TOWN?"
With a stack of newspaper in hand and the brim of his hat pulled low, Willie worked hard on getting the news out there in the hopes that someone would notice. Anyone. He just wanted to be noticed.
[Only thing I could think of! Open, of course]
It was a time when newspapers were the only way to get yer news, when the hum of a print machine was what people fell asleep to and when the ink on a newspaperman's hands meant he was big time. Willie West wanted to be that newspaperman but he had to pay his dues. That meant delivering the news first. That meant trying to make the news important to all the guys and dolls that passed him by.
The city was glitzy and gauzy, full of the lowest of the low and the highest of the high and Willie wanted to climb that ladder and be the guy that shared eel juice with the dames and the birds that ran this town.
"EXTRA, EXTRA! FLATTIES FLOUNDER ON DRUG CONTROL? JUST WHO RUNS THIS TOWN?"
With a stack of newspaper in hand and the brim of his hat pulled low, Willie worked hard on getting the news out there in the hopes that someone would notice. Anyone. He just wanted to be noticed.
[Only thing I could think of! Open, of course]
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"One, please. Someone's died? Here? It seems like such a safe town!"
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"Don't know where you've heard it's safe but it's really not," he informed her with a shake of his head. "Newspaper is always full of these things. Nothing good happens here."
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"One please!" That headline. THAT HEADLINE. AAAAAH!
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"Something catch your eye, kitten?"
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Nope, her name wasn't there.
WHEW.
"Nothing! Why would there ever be a mention of any guy I ever slept with a few times and who was all by himself when he died?"
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Because she looked so broken up about it. "You sure he was all by himself when he was bumped off?"
Had to be inquisitive.
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...Kenzi cracked herself up, giggling at that.
"And I am sad. Bereft." She crumpled up the paper and brushed at the tears that had immediately appeared on her face. "He was the best." She paused. "Well, not, you know, the best, but definitely in the top five."
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"What a very nice eulogy," Willie said, not sounding that serious. "I'm sure Billionaire Bruce is ever so grateful wherever he is right now."
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Ooo, look at that newspaper buuuuuurn.
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"Good luck with that," he said after a second.
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