Beds

[muse]

"Yeah, and so's your old lady!" Muse yelled as she was pushed into the room. Growling she kicked at the door muttering words that would make even the holiest of people pray for her. Making a rude gesture she turned and looked at everyone in the room. "Heya," She said as she walked away from the door and towards all the kids, she's never seen any of them before. She sighed a bit to ring in her anger, Muse didn't want to snap at anyone in here after all it wasn't their fault that they were here.

(sorry had to quote the movie, it just seemed like the perfect opportunity. lol)

[Sweets]

* New Day * (since we've all been here a while now)

Sweets slowly woke up, the constant darkness making it difficult to discern the time. Sitting up right she wiped the dirt off her cheek, having not been one of the lucky two to get a cot that night. She looked up at the small crack near the celiing and knew it must at least be dawn, the crack was only visible when there was some kind of light outside, afterall. With a yawn she looked over everyone else's shaddows and pulled her knees up to her chin, leaning back agasint the cold wall. This was only temporary, that much she was sure of. She always believed in Jack Kelly.

[clyde]

Too much to be done and not enough time to do it. Clyde lit his cigarette and took two long pulls to steady his temper. Otherwise he might hit the brats so hard they couldn't work. And he needed that. But naptime was over. They would have to work longer hours to get everything done on time.

Using the key he kept on a string around his neck, Clyde unlocked the door to the room where the kids slept. He barged it open to see most of them sleeping...one was sitting up, others might have been only lying there. "UP!" he cried, yanking them up by their arms or giving them a kick. "All'a yah's! Up and get to work!" If he needed to explain, these street rats were stepping over the line. "Move!"

[pupdawkinseitz]

Pup was woken out of a hazy dream when shouts broke the air and a sharp blow to his ribs knocked him out of his crowded cot. He had gotten used to that, but it didn't hurt any less. There was no time to clean your face or splash some cold water to wake yourself up, no, it was wake up, work, eat or at least try to eat the lumpy liquid that was put into their dirty wooden bowls, and then work some more, sleep, and the cycle started all over again.

Pup made his way in a line towards the doors out of the sleeping area and towards the machinery. He didn't know how long it had been since he had arrived at this place, he couldn't remember. All he could remember was the work that wore his fingers to the bone and the endless crowded dingy nights. Didn't their leaders care about them? Were they ever going to do anything? Pup didn't know what to think. He thought he had escaped this type of treatment when he left his home for the streets.

[Gwennie]

Gwennie had been awake for at least an hour when the stinky old mean guy who pushed everybody around came in the room again and yelled at them to get up. at first, she had half a mind to just ignore him because mean people shouldn't always get what they want but when she saw what he did to the people who were still sleeping, she decided otherwise.

She got up from the bed reluctantly and put on her dress as fast as she could as to not upset the mean guy any more than he always was.

Just as she was finished getting dressed, the stupid old jerk got near where her bed was, hitting still-sleeping kids as he went. She recognized one of them as Pup, a boy who she had met a couple of times down in brooklyn and over in Manhattan. As soon as the man had passed, she snuck over to Pup's bed and sat down on it.

"it's okay." she whispered to him, hoping to cheer him up a bit after the rough handling that he had experienced. "Marvin jus' bit 'im on da fanny an' las' night when he was sleepin', I had Marvin sneak ovah an' pee on 'is bed" she let out a small giggle and slid down off the bed into a standing position. "besides, our friends'll get us out soon an' he'll go ta jail wit' all da othah bad, stinky poo heads jus' like 'im"

[shiner]

Shiner was hoisted out of bed by the arm, of course in the middle of a wonderful dream, watching her mother and father singing a duet together on stage. She hadn't seen her father in three years, though he did send post cards. What would he think when she hadn't sent one back? There was only a certain block of time she could do it in before his troupe moved on to the next town.

Shiner put on her apron over her dress, a bit thinner since their sudden change and lack of diet. She wondered how much looser her bracelet would have been if the man hadn't stolen it from her. Uncle Walter had given it to her as an apology gift. She wondered where he was now. He had to be looking for her. He just had to be.

She followed Pup and Gwennie out to the machines, over hearing the girl talk. She wondered who Marvin was that she spoke of, by the sound of it an imaginary friend, or even a bug perhaps.

[jade]

Jade sat on the cold ground, cussing to herself as she looked around, wanting to find away to get out. Reeves would be looking for her, maybe a couple of Bronx newsies... she just got here a little while ago, not knowing anyone that well. jade looked up at the newsie with the broken pencil, shouting angrily. Nodding jade could relate to how she was feeling, she really wanted to punch the crap out of that creepy man.
"There has to be a way out of here..." jade voiced more to herself, trying to keep herself together, there were younger newsies here, she had to be strong.

[Milo]

Milo was snapped out of a dream which it seemed to him had been good by a sharp kick in the ribs and a barked order from one of the big goons who were a constant presence in this dump where he had been taken. He winced in pain and rubbed his side angrily. A couple weeks ago he would have protested but by now he had learned that there was no point, it would just make it all worse. If he ever got out of here, he swore he would never ever complain about things being unfair ever again. It was one thing for the bulls to be mean to newsies and other poor kids and try to get them in trouble for doing things wrong when they really had to, but it was an way way worse to be mean to them for doing nothing wrong at all.

The side of his mouth twitched upward in a small smile at the sound of Gwennie a few beds down, saying something about Marvin biting the big goon in the butt. She had gotten there a few days after him after being snatched from Manhattan on her way to feed ducks or something like that. It had been a lot better since she had shown up and he was really happy to have a friend there but he felt sad that she was stuck there too. She was too nice for this place, they all were but her especially. She may have been a whole year younger than him but he always felt more grown up like he had to protect her from stuff. He couldn't do anything to make this place better for her or anyone else and she was still happy. He should have been glad that she was but it just made him even more worried. The goons around here didn't like happy people very much and he kept on thinking they were gonna hurt her for it or give her a really bad, scary job which might get her hurt and killed like it had to his papa.

He was pulled away from his thoughts when one of the bigger kids who was sitting on the ground just a couple feet from his bed muttered something to herself about getting out of here. He couldn't hold back a bitter little chuckle at her words. Everyone said that around here all the time but it never happened. He was only a little kid and he knew that it did no good to talk about getting out. He couldn't understand why such a big kid, almost a grown up even, couldn't see that. All they could do in here was try to not die and hope that somebody would save them. Trying to get out would only make things worse unless they wanted to get out by dying. That they could on their own...real easy.

[Tate Potter]

Tate was in no position to be doing anything but she was up and out of bed when she felt the bully's presence. She was in pain still, constant beatings weren't good for her moral. But.. hey, Danny would come get her. It was stupid to hope but she knew he would. Tate had more faith in that one person than most did in the entire tri-state area. Or about as much faith as Sweets did in Jack. Shifting off of the bead she limped over to where Sweets was.

"Come on, Sweets.." she held her hand out and smiled. How she managed to smile threw those bruises would be beyond any sane person. But the little ones needed them. She moved over to where Milo was and nudged his shoulder. "Come on now, lets go.." she was gentle and black and blue.