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[Brook LaRue]

Brook had her hair pulled back and she hadn't spoken a word to much of anyone on the long walk. Manhattan kids, Brooklyn kids, Queens kids,and the Bronx, one army. It was strange to think that a lot of this same motley crew had not to long ago battled for just a fair shake now they were fighting for their friends and their lives. She had to find Blink amongst the rabel before they got to far. She knew many of them weren't going to come out on top but she had to have her say. And look out for Snoddy too.

It wasn't the first time she'd walked somewhere to meet an unknown future. Coming to New York and been like that and she'd lied to both of her brothers about the entire thing. Telling them not to worry even when they should.

She looked around for Blink she had to tell him before there was nothing left. Bumlets looked serious with his broomstick but she noticed something catch her eyes as she watched him pick up his pace. Something silvery glinting in his pocket. Seemed like all of them were ready for war.

[matchstick]

Matchstick walked along the path, saying hi to all the newsies that know him, most girls but some guys. Matchstick flicked open and shut his lighter nervously, Matchstick wasn't a fighter but who ever took his friends were going to pay. Cop or not. Match looked around the angry mob of newsies, some had knives and others had brooms, whatever any one here was wearing, or wielding, it didn't matter, we are all here for war.

Matchstick flipped open his lighter again and again, then he saw some people he noticed from Manhattan, "Hi Brook!" Matchstick said waving his hands, Matchstick ran to catch up with her.

[Brook LaRue]

Brook jumped and moved away form him, she'd never seen this guy before in her life! Her eyes widened and she looked around for someone she knew. What was going on? She looked around for someone she recognized and grabbed the arm of Styx, he was a Queens boy she'd only met once or twice but she put him between herself and Matchstick.

She was itching for a fight right now but that kid looked a bit crazy, WHY was it that things like this always happened?!

[Styx Kennedy]

Styx grunted in surprise as Brook grabbed him, but quickly understood why when she placed him between her and Match. Glaring down at Matchstick, he spoke directly into his face. "Oy, fuck face, who the fuck do you think you are, talkin to Miss Brook here? I suggest you leave 'er the hell alone, shit face." Giving the pansy a meaningful glare, Styx steered Brook to a different part of the traveling mob of newsies. "You okay, gersha?"

He looked over his shoulder to make eye contact with Snoddy, giving him an apologetic look. He knew this was killing his friend, so he promised himself to be quick. make sure she was safe, then scat.






(Todays lesson in Irish slang- Gersha (n): pretty/young girl )

[Brook LaRue]

Brook saw Snoddy and instantly looked to the ground, no that wasn't fair. It wasn't fair, she looked back up at him and offered him a small smile before she turned back to Styx. "Mèsi un ta. Mèsi bôcou. Everyone seems to think they know me or something.." she shook her head, obviously her reputations preceded her or something. Did people find out about the Washroom incident. "I've got some things to take care of.. take care of Snoddy for me, mon cheux.. he's important.." Very, to her. He was family. "And you.."


((** your creole lesson for today "Thank you very much" XD))

[Styx Kennedy]

“Maybe they just want to know you, so they pretend they do. Happens to me all the time.” He winked to show he was joking. “But if this keeps up I might suggest keeping a friend with you always, just in case.” He stuck his hands in his pockets as he walked, searching for a smoke.

"I've got some things to take care of.. take care of Snoddy for me, mon cheux.. he's important...And you.."

Styx started at her sudden attempt at departure, reaching for her arm, then think better of it and placed his hand lightly on her shoulder “I know he is, and I will, but hold up for a second there, bird. He’ll be fine for a few minutes longer, no need to rush off on his account.” To be honest, Styx didn’t know how Snoddy felt right now, but he’d be damned if he let Brook walk by herself. Especially among this lot. Newsies or not, Brook was far too attractive for her own good.

[Brook LaRue]

She paused and sighed, folding her arms across her chest and falling into step with Styx. "Happens all the time," she said with a sigh. "Never used to back home, but here? Always. I got boxed in that the meetin' and some creepy lookin' garcon tried to grab me after he knocked me in the pond.." she ran her hand threw her bangs since she'd put her hair up and frowned, before she folded her arms once more and looked over at him. "I don't always understand.. why they do.. they don't know me, they just.." she sighed again. "Merci, mon choux. Again, for helping me with.. " she couldn't see that Matchstick person anymore. "The looney bird.."

[Styx Kennedy]

“That’s ‘cause you’re a novelty here, bird. You’ve got a pretty little French accent and you just aren’t like most girls ‘round he-... You got knocked in a lake?” He was surprised and a bit shocked to hear that. It seemed to him that would be the wrong way to win a girl over. “Please tell me you pushed him into an ocean or lamped him out of it or something!” Cocky bastard, pushing a girl like Brook in a lake.

"Merci, mon choux. Again, for helping me with...The looney bird.."

“Aha!” Styx laughed out loud, amused as hell. “‘Looney bird.’ I’ll have ta remember that one.” He chuckled some more, then scratched the back of his head awkwardly, he didn’t like “thank yous” very much, no matter what language they were in. “Not that I had much of a choice,” he grinned jokingly, “but you’re very welcome.” He finally found a cigarette and lit it, taking a much-needed drag. He began glancing around subtly, looking for someone who actually knew Brook to walk with her. The longer he spent with her, the angrier he knew Snoddy was getting.

Suddenly he felt the hairs on the back of his neck prickle. He looked quickly around and behind him, but all he saw were solemn faced newsies, no danger. Then he felt a dropping sensation in the pit of his stomach. It was slight, but most definitely there. He had never felt this before in his life, but he knew Nike had many times; all of them after one of his near-death experiences. She’d described the feeling to him in detail, so he knew that’s what this was. He stopped walking, more or less freezing in place. “Somethin’s very wrong...”





((Lamped him out of it, I (phr): I really hit the guy hard, knocked him out))

[Jack Kelly]

Jack
Jack walked alongside Dodger for the most part. He appeared cool, almost casual, with an unreadable expression and his hands in his pockets. Only he knew that, hidden from view, his hands were clenched into fists. He said to Dodger in a muted tone, "I tol' Benjamin to go get Miss Mason; see if she could help out when we get back." Elizabeth Mason, the woman who owned the music store in Midtown, was a kind lady who helped out the newsies when she could. Jack was sure that (if Benjamin, the nervous little shit, didn't forget what he was going to say or something like that) she would come to their aid.

Racetrack
Racetrack had left his cap at home, along with his dice and his last cigar. He didn't quite know why he'd been compelled to leave them, seeing as he never went anywhere without them, especially his old, battered dice. The one thing he'd been compelled to bring was a lead pipe, stolen from an alleyway next to the 44th Stret butcher. It dangled loosely from his hand as he walked. He was silent on the way over, and anyone else would think he was just mulling over his thoughts, in as sober a mood as anyone else. But Race wasn't thinking about just anything. Words in Italian ran through his head as if on a marquee. Racetrack was praying.

Specs
Specs watched the encounter between Brook and that Irish Queens kid with approval. Why did Brook always have to deal with such creepy guys? The Queens kid looked all right, and Specs was pretty sure he knew the kid's sister...one of the missing. Suddenly the kid stopped. "Something's very wrong," he said. Specs could feel his heart skip a beat. He mumbled through the knot in his throat at the kid, "Whaddya sayin' that for?" It would only make people nervous. He almost--aw, hell, he really--wanted to know what had made the kid all of a sudden do that. He walked up to where the kid and Brook stood, glanced at Brook for a moment, and said to the kid. "Whassa matter, kid?" The kid better answer. Specs was starting to feel--aw, fug, never mind...

Decker
Most of the Brooklyn kids walked in a group. If Decker was at all nervous, he didn't show it. He looked relaxed, and just like many of the other Brooklynites, absolutely ready to die. He didn't know the two girls who had been taken, except that one girl was Fighter's Brat and the other one he kind of didn't care about. In total honesty, Decker didn't care about the kids who had been taken. But saying that out loud would have the mob of newsies turn on him. Decker kept his mouth shut. The truth remained though: Decker was going off to risk death for the sake of risking death, and to fight for the sake of fighting. As he walked he glanced around for a particular person in the hard-faced crowd of Brooklyn's Army.

[Prince]

Prince
Prince had followed after Jack, after Dodger and Lexi had run off. She hadn't known what else to do, so she just kinda hovered. She was now walking beside Jack and Dodger on the way towards... who knows where. Well, she did know, but at the same time, she didn't know what to expect. She had her right fist clenched already, though her left hand was loose. She was trying to stay as calm and relaxed as she could, but she knew what was needing to be done, and Nike, and Jem and many other were depending on her, and all the others. She hoped there'd be enough. And she'd hoped that Avalanche had gotten word. She'd like to have him here.

Mush
Mush was holding back by Brook and Styx. He wasn't saying much, just listening to everything that was going on around him. He was worried about the kids ahead of him, more than he was thinking about the battle, more than those around him, more than anything, those who were locked up currently had all of his focus. He looked around at the people who were with him, and just thought about... what they were thinking about, trying to get his mind off of bad things.

[David Jacobs]

David walked along beside Jack, the silence that settled over the leaders enough to cause David's nerves to be jumping. There was danger here, to be certain, as he looked around and saw the serious faces and sometimes glint of metal along the ranks, but they had a purpose and that had proved them well in the past. David was aware of everything, Jack's murmuring to Dodger and the commotion between Brook and that Matchstick kid, saw that some kid from Queens had it under control. At least they had all come together on this, at least they had found a common ground...they were all stronger together than apart, David had always believed that.

He just wished the circumstance weren't nearly as dire or deadly serious.

[Dodger Samuels]

Dodger

Dodger had his arm around Lexi's shoulders as they walked and hadn't let it move but as they had marched the smile that little make out session had put on his face faded and he looked over at Jack as he spoke. He didn't know what was to come but he was ready for it. "Seems all the adults are comin' to our back when we need them the most, Jack. We're goin to need them.." he looked around at the motley crew of marchers. And he'd never been more proud to be a member of their number as he was now.

He leaned over and looked at David, raising is brows. "We still just a bunch of angry kids with no money, Dave?" No they were an army, Brooks always had their own but they were all one now. A united front, don't mess with the newsies.

Skittery

Skittery was marching next to Specs, he had a few things he'd managed even though Dont' Ask had pretty much forbidden him from any weapons just in case he decided it was a good idea to turn on some of their own number that annoyed him. Right now he was more focused on getting Shiner and the others. He'd take out some of the annoyances later when his head wasn't pounding from his hang over.

He glanced around as he shifted his hand down the wooden stick he'd gotten but what was really relevant was the chain wrapped around his other hand. His brows were knit as he fought off the headache and the annoyance of his hangover.
He watched Brook duck behind Styx when Match came over and he narrowed his eyes. "Kid you got five minutes to get lost before we have a fatal casualty.."

Lucky

The rest of Brooklyn had managed to find their way at the same time Jack had started the march. Or rather everyone had just started marching. She played with a switch blade as they went, itching for something to do. She was still in pain from her beating and not at a hundred percent. But that didn't matter in the long run to any of them. What mattered was getting those kids back and for Brooklyn it just meant getting some revenge and a good fight.

Brooklyns Army was that for a reason, they marched like one, followed a general, had lieutenants and commanders. They did what they wanted but when Spot shouted, they followed his lead. It was the way of the band. She shoved the knife into her pocket and looked over at Decker before she smirked. Hey, she had a good run.

Bumlets

Bumlets showed little to no emotion as they walked, the glint of sliver in his back pocket was a sharp chef's knife he'd liberated from the Deli on 42nd. He held his broomstick in his hand and was just glad Mabel had gone home before she'd been able to see all of this. The menagerie of marchers were of every creed and every background that you could imagine for newsies. Everything from kids with semi happy home lives, to kids with nothing but the clothes on their backs. They really were like a bunch of animals heading to face an unknown future.

He reached into his shirt and pulled out his rosary giving it a kiss before he dropped it to let it hang. He prayed for god to take care of his mother and his sister should anything happen to him. And Mabel too, because in the worst case scenario he wouldn't be able to do anything at all for her anymore.

[David Jacobs]

David studied Dodger for a moment before he smiled slightly, shrugging his shoulders. "Sure. But that ain't exactly a bad thing anymore," David commented finally. They had all come a long way since David had first joined the Newises, they'd been through a lot and the sentiment behind David's statement had unquestionably changed and he had a feeling Dodger knew it. He looked around, seeing Brooklyn kids standing next to ones from Queens and the Bronx and so many of their own before he looked back over at Jack and Dodger. "Ain't a bad thing at all."

[Fighter Mallory]

Fighter

Fighter walked amidst her Brooklyn brethren her hands tucked into her pockets, clenching the knives that she had in each. Her mind for once was completely focused on one thought. 'Kill the bastards who would dare to mess with her friends and her borough.' She didn't say anything on the walk but instead focused her thoughts on strategy. She needed to have a clear plan in mind because she wasn't planning on dying tonight. Her main goal was to get Gwennie and get out of there, taking out anyone who tried to stand in her way. This night she would shine, this was what her uncle had trained her for and she was looking forward to putting her talents to good use.

Lexi

Lexi walked beside Dodger, his arm still around her and her face looking as though it were made of stone. No emotion played across it as they walked towards their destination. Reid was somewhere behind her walking with Alanna. They had made a silent agreement to split up and find their brother. She would stand beside Dodger and he would stand beside Alanna. She knew he wanted to keep the girl safe and as much as she wanted to do the same for Dodger she wanted to find her brother more. That was the one thought that raced through her mind as they walked and it was so loud she didn't even notice any conversation going on around them.

River

River stood near Lucky, wanting to keep the girl close. He knew she could handle herself but he would be happier if he could fight beside her. He lightly swung the wooden plank that was in his hand. He didn't think it would last long in the fight but then again he wouldn't need it long because he had brass knuckles and a switchblade in his pocket. He had come prepared and he was glad for it. Looking around at the weapons his friends carried he knew it was going to be bloody. They weren't as well equipped as these people supposedly were. Hell he'd never wanted to be the guy at a gun fight carrying a knife but they didn't have much of a choice here. Sighing he ran a hand through his hair and glanced at Lucky, he knew she had to be hurting even though she wasn't letting it show.

Soothsayer

Sooth walked with a few other members of Queens, clenching and unclenching his fists. He was anxious to say the least. His blood was bumping hot through his veins and he wished they were just there already. He wanted to get this thing started and he wanted to crack some skulls. Glancing around he noticed Matchstick practically assault some Manhattan girl and shook his head at the boy a smile on his face. He supposed he couldn't fault the kid when he'd done pretty much the same thing to his Brooklyn vixen.

Reid

Walking next to Alanna, Reid didn't say much. His mind was to completely focused on what was going on at the moment. This was his chance to get his brother back safely for his sister and he wouldn't let her down. Not after losing him in the first place. Reid sighed slightly and glanced at Alanna he offered her a small smile but it held no humor. His face was an exact replica of his sisters at that moment. He couldn't think of anything but seeing his younger brother again. He didn't even think about the fact that held no weapons. He had a small blade tucked in his shoe but it wouldn't do much for him. Not that he cared, he wanted to get close enough to rearrange someone's face.