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Post by mabel on Aug 16, 2008 21:48:29 GMT -5
"I know what you're sayin', but I think this time-- we might need to think a bit smarter then last time, never try the same card trick on the same street corner, it always ends badly.."
Mabel glanced between the two young men, quite impressed with the Bronx leader's logic. The newsies had striked once before and, should they do so again, the cops would have no scruples arresting them or, worse yet, using physical force to stop them.
"I'll see you at the lodging house, love.."
Smiling politely, Mabel curtsied out of habit and watched Dodger take his leave. Turning to face the young boy who had approached them, Mabel smiled at him. “David’s little brother, eh? Well, Les, I’m Mabel Fitzpatrick and it’s a pleasure to meet you.
Placing her wide brimmed hat back on her head, Mabel glanced at David. He was smart and he was exactly the kind of calm voice the newsies needed—more now than ever.
"I suppose I should find Jack," he said. "And maybe I can see what other newsies are saying about this."
Mabel nodded, chewing absentmindedly on the nail of her forefinger—a habit she had kicked when she was younger, but that resurfaced if she did not mind her behavior. “Good—I think he’ll like to hear from you… and, I suppose, if you need any help…” She trailed off, “Well, you’d probably be better off asking someone else, but I am here.”
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Post by les on Aug 17, 2008 17:27:19 GMT -5
"Now you, what are you doing here by yourself?"
Les smiled brightfully at David, wondering when he was going to ask this question. David, being very protective of his brother. "Oh, ya know Davey, just wanderin' around...doin' stuff." He chuckled a bit.
"David’s little brother, eh? Well, Les, I’m Mabel Fitzpatrick and it’s a pleasure to meet you."
"Nice ta meetcha as well Mabel. " He paused for a second to think about what else to say to her. "If ya don't mind my askin', what are ya doin' 'round heah?"
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Post by davidjacobs on Aug 17, 2008 20:47:07 GMT -5
“Good—I think he’ll like to hear from you… and, I suppose, if you need any help…Well, you’d probably be better off asking someone else, but I am here.”
David smiled. He liked Mabel and her straightforward cleverness. Having a newsie like her at his side could greatly help his cause. She was a newsie, but she was a little more polished than your average street kid. She might soften the hearts of the higher-ups. If David could get her near them.
"Oh, ya know Davey, just wanderin' around...doin' stuff."
David stared at his brother. “Stuff?” he asked. “What sort of stuff?” Knowing Les, he had probably been dancing onstage with Medda at Irving Hall. David was amazed that one kid could get into so much trouble. “Well, be careful,” he said. “I don’t want you worrying Mama.”
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Post by mabel on Aug 17, 2008 22:13:22 GMT -5
"If ya don't mind my askin', what are ya doin' 'round heah?"
Mabel cocked a mildly offended eyebrow, pulling herself back to her full height. Goodness, a day did not go by when someone did not ask her what she was doing. "I live here." She remarked curtly. "And work here." She added as an afterthought.
Though Mabel had planned to settle down for the day with a good book, she couldn't help but feel a bit pleased to be witnessing the goings on with the price hike. If she was smart, she would avoid newsie politics altogether, but Mabel was intrigued. There was something to be said about being in the know, after all.
So she'd stay.
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Post by les on Aug 18, 2008 14:16:42 GMT -5
"Well, be careful, I don’t want you worrying Mama.”
"Don't worry Davey, I'm not doin' anythin' bad." His voice dripping with sarcasm. But Les smirked in David's direction, hoping he knew that he was just joking around. All Les had done that morning was eat, then come looking for David since he couldn't find Snipshooter or Boots.
"I live here. And work here."
Les frowned. "Sorry if I affened ya, I just thought ya would've been in school like Davey heah, and I think ya look very smart." After Les said this, he smiled. He hadn't met to hurt her feelings, he was just a nosy kid.
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Post by davidjacobs on Aug 20, 2008 10:41:32 GMT -5
"I live here. And work here."
David put a hand on Les’ shoulder and squeezed tightly. “Don’t mind my little brother, he has a trouble controlling his mouth.” He couldn’t help grinning slightly at that. People often told him that he had the same problem.
Then his smile faded. So Dodger didn’t want to strike and Jack was nowhere to be found. Well, David thought. I can fix one of those problems. He knew a few places where he could ask after Jack. His friend might give him the answers he needed.
"Don't worry Davey, I'm not doin' anythin' bad."
“Sure you aren’t.” David sighed. “Miss,” he asked, looking awkwardly at Mabel’s shoes. “Could I ask you for a favor? I need to go find Jack. Without him, I’m just taking shots in the dark.” With an uncomfortable smile, David pushed Les forward lightly. “Would you mind keeping an eye on my brother until I get back? I think he’s had more than enough adventure for one day.” David dug his hand into his pocket and came up with a few crumpled bills. “Here, you can go to lunch – it – it would really be a great help.” David wondered if he looked as exhausted as he felt. “My mother doesn’t like it when I leave him alone, but I don’t want to take him to – well, to some of the places Jack might be.”
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Post by les on Aug 20, 2008 12:31:57 GMT -5
“Don’t mind my little brother, he has a trouble controlling his mouth.”
Les gave a tiny glare to David, which turned into a smile. "I wouldn't be talkin' Davey, people say the same thing ta ya."
“Sure you aren’t. Miss, Could I ask you for a favor? I need to go find Jack. Without him, I’m just taking shots in the dark. Would you mind keeping an eye on my brother until I get back? I think he’s had more than enough adventure for one day. Here, you can go to lunch – it – it would really be a great help. My mother doesn’t like it when I leave him alone, but I don’t want to take him to – well, to some of the places Jack might be.”
Listening to David babble, Les was looking around The World Building, until he heard David ask if Mable would watch him. Turning to David, he said, " I won't get in trouble Davey, and how come I can't go wit ya? I wanna see Jack too...wait, what places does Jack go to that I can't go?" Les, being to young to understand what David was talking about, was very serious about this question.
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Post by mabel on Aug 21, 2008 21:00:55 GMT -5
Mabel, who had unconsciously slipped a hand into the pocket of her skirt, was idly fingering the few coins she had there. Her savings were being stretched thin, but she was beginning to accept that she would just have to make do. Well, until this David fellow talked some sense into Mr. Kelly, anyway, so that some plan of action might be formulated. Perhaps they could write a strongly worded letter to Mr. Pulitzer; after all, the only way Mabel could fight was with words--it was the only reason she could get by as a newsgirl at all.
“Could I ask you for a favor? I need to go find Jack. Without him, I’m just taking shots in the dark.” “Would you mind keeping an eye on my brother until I get back? I think he’s had more than enough adventure for one day.”
David's request shook Mabel from her reverie. Her first instinct was to deny him and muster up some excuse as to why she could not look after Les- Mabel knew that, given the responsibility of looking after the precocious young boy, she would lose him in an instant. The last thing she wanted was to face David after losing his little brother in the city.
Shaking her head rapidly, she tried to interject, "Oh, no. I don't--"
Here, you can go to lunch – it – it would really be a great help.” “My mother doesn’t like it when I leave him alone, but I don’t want to take him to – well, to some of the places Jack might be.”
'Great,' Mabel thought, bitterly. Now she felt obligated--it was for the good of, well, every Newsie that David be able to seek out Jack. This would be Mabel's contribution. Reluctantly accepting the money, she nodded. She had to agree with David: anywhere the Manhattan leader had sulked off to was nowhere someone as young as Les should be.
" I won't get in trouble Davey, and how come I can't go wit ya? I wanna see Jack too...wait, what places does Jack go to that I can't go?"
Mabel opened her mouth, glancing up at David before looking down at Les. "Hey, David's just going to get Jack--to bring him back here. Bet you'll be able to see him then." Clapping the boy light only the shoulder, she smiled, "And I don't know about you, but I could go for a bite to eat. How about it?"
Besides, now David owed her. He would keep her in the loop, anyway.
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Post by davidjacobs on Aug 22, 2008 0:16:21 GMT -5
"Thank you!" David smiled gratefully at Mabel, noticing once again how well-spoken and poised she was. A girl like her might soften the hearts of the well-to-do; he should mention her to Jack. If he ever found Jack.
Pointedly ignoring Les' objections, David knelt down, so he could look his brother in the eye. "You be good," he said. "Please, I need your help on this. I'll find a more interesting job for you later, I promise."
With that, David got to his feet. "Thank you," he said to Mabel again. "I won't be long, I hope, but if it gets late, Les knows the way home from Tibby's."
Before David could reconsider leaving his little brother with a complete stranger, he turned and strode out of the World Building. Jack had to be out there somewhere. And I only have to search all of New York, David thought with a sardonic smile.
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Post by les on Aug 22, 2008 10:34:06 GMT -5
"Hey, David's just going to get Jack--to bring him back here. Bet you'll be able to see him then. And I don't know about you, but I could go for a bite to eat. How about it?"
Les sighed, he was out numbered. "Fine, I guess I am a lil hungry." Turning to David, he said, "But I do wanna see Jack, so bring him ta Tibby's."
"You be good, Please, I need your help on this. I'll find a more interesting job for you later, I promise."
"Ok, Davey. I'll be good." When he said he would get him a job, he practically yelled, "What kinda job?!"
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Post by pupdawkinseitz on Mar 30, 2009 13:01:28 GMT -5
*New Day* (For Snyder)
It was a Sunday mid day afternoon, and as hot as ever. The sun just wouldn't seem to let up. Pup sighed as he wandered Manhattan. Most newsies didn't sell on sundays, some did. It depended on how broke you were. Pup would sell, but what would be the use? He doubted much people were going to be out and about in this heat.
He found himself standing in front of the World Building. He knew it was risky. His own father worked in that very building, and if he came out, Pup didn't know what he would do. But he was taking the risk. He wondered what his father thought about his absence. His Mother was probably glad he was gone, either that or she wanted to find him and kill him. Luckily they didn't post any missing ads in the newspaper, probably didn't want to give Society a reason to talk. But Pup was sure his father had alerted the bulls, they were probably on the lookout for him.
It helped that he was a newsie, small, face smudged, worn clothes, nobody would recognize him...at least he hoped. It had been a long time since he ran away, had to be more than four months.
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Post by Warden Snyder on Apr 1, 2009 23:31:46 GMT -5
Snyder was out patrolling the streets. He always made a point to come by distribution in the morning. There was bound to be some trouble brewing, and if there's trouble brewing, then he suddenly had a reason to take a few kids and... rehabilitate them.
It was a rarity that it was serious trouble. Nothing that really involved things he cared to fix happened very often. He often scanned the crowed for Jack Kelly too. He was still on the look out for that boy. He was going to wait for good reason to put him away, but when he saw the chance, he would follow him around quietly, and trace his footsteps, waiting for the boy to fowl up. He hadn't, yet.
This morning he saw a small boy near the front gates. Kid looked pretty young, he wondered how old this one was. Anymore, they got as young as about five years old. Well, or so they would claim.
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Post by pupdawkinseitz on Apr 1, 2009 23:38:24 GMT -5
Pup sighed and kicked at the gate slightly, frowning. He didn't see the warden behind him. The world building sure was big. Pup hoped his father was somewhere buried within that building, if he came out, Pup wasn't sure if he would be recognized or not.
He turned slightly, seeing movement, and saw the Warden there. He had never seen Warden Snyder before for himself, but from descriptions, it was obvious it was him. He was scared, very scared, looking back at the building where he saw the building open, he didn't see who it was who came out, he wandered over to one of the crates, wanting some refuge, he peeked over the crate, and sure enough it was his father. He let out a little cry. He was in a bad position, if he went one way he would run into his father, if he went the other way he would run into Snyder.
He was trembling slightly, not sure what to do.
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Post by dutchy on Apr 2, 2009 21:26:51 GMT -5
Dutchy spotted the kid run behind the crates and taking a quick look around spotted the source of fear. Snyder. Of course. Poor kid looked barely over seven. But Dutchy knew kids were tough. Real tough. Some at that age more than later on.
Not wanting to draw attention to the kid he continued to keep an eye out and shouting his headlines.
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Post by Warden Snyder on Apr 6, 2009 13:07:52 GMT -5
Though he had been turned away he saw, out of the corner of his eye the boy suddenly dissappear. Not only did he now wonder where the boy had gone in such a rush, but to run that quickly... surely there must be some thing, some secret, maybe even someone he was hiding.
Snyder decided to go that direction and investigate.
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