The Oak

[Perry Halliway]

Perry was awed by her use of large words and smiled brightly completely excited that she was coming. "Oh good it'll be lots of fun!" When his food came he ate like he'd never eaten before, while his sister took her time. She loved to savor the taste of food in her mouth since she wasn't sure how much she'd be eating with a looming strike on their hands.

[Gwennie]

Gwennie ate her sandwich at at a steady pace, kicking her legs back and forth as she went. She tried not to eat too fast, though she was very hungry, she had learned very early that the faster she ate, the longer it would be until her next meal. She was doing okay, even though things had been a little tighter since the price hike had started. Remembering her manners, she swallowed before speaking up "So if ya don' know where ya bruddah is right now, how are we gonna find 'im when we're done eatin' " she asked

[clara]

((New Day, if that's OK))

Slip stumbled to a stop nearing the oak, throwing out a hand against the tree to steady herself. She was red in the face from both lack of air and embarrassment.

Her day had started off fine enough, she'd chosen to sell down by L'appetit, to get the richer clients. She'd made a few sales, mainly lunching businessmen who bought them to get her to leave them alone. However, after a few hours, this German man came out and started yelling at her in broken English. She didn't exactly know what he said, but he looked angry. Slip didn't know what to do, so she just took off and hadn't stopped running until she reached the very tree she was standing under.

The brunette dropped her remaining papers, and collapsed down next to them. She leaned back against the tree, breathing hard and looking up at the bright blue sky. It seemed someone up there was mighty peeved at her.

[storm]

<< New Day >>

Storm hadn't been able to sell his newspapers today, because he had to get his younger sister to put her shoes on, but Whisper is a very stubborn girl, so she wouldn't put her shoes on, and when he got to the distrubition office they were all sold out.

Storm sat down next to the tree and looked at the park in front of him, he saw little girls, newsies, hoity toity people, mothers, elderly, couples, and little children. When he saw the little children it made him think of his little sister Whisper. Storm was very protective of her and sometimes he was a little bit over protective.

[bronze]

<< New Day >>

Bronze had just recently sold the rest of his newspapers, which took forever! Bronze wasn't the best newsie but, he wasn't the worst newsie. His brothers and sister say that he is pretty good, but he thinks that he's really bad. Bronze has never really been very confident in himself since his brothers, and sister lost there parents.

Bronze strolled around Pelham Park in the Bronx, and he sat down next to the Oak tree and he looked up at the branches and remembered the time when his younger brother luke was climbing it and nearly broke his arm, but Bronze's older brother Storm saved him from falling from a great height.

[clara]

Slip stumbled to a stop nearing the oak, throwing out a hand against the tree to steady herself, never noticing the Bronx Newsie sitting under it. She was red in the face from both lack of air and embarrassment.

Her day had started off fine enough, she'd chosen to sell down by L'appetit, to get the richer clients. She'd made a few sales, mainly lunching businessmen who bought them to get her to leave them alone. However, after a few hours, this German man came out and started yelling at her in broken English. She didn't exactly know what he said, but he looked angry. Slip didn't know what to do, so she just took off and hadn't stopped running until she reached the very tree she was standing under.

The brunette clutched her remaining papers to chest and leaned back against the tree, breathing hard and looking up at the bright blue sky. It seemed someone up there was mighty peeved at her. She turned and went to sit under the shade of the tree.

Unfortunately, on her way she tripped on something. She went down rather hard, just catching herself on her hands before impact with the ground. Slip recovered quickly, and flipped over onto her back. Wincing and wringing out her aching wrist, she turned to see what she had tripped over, and discovered it was not a what at all, but more of a who. "'Lo, Bronze," she offered to the newsboy, grimacing as she attempted to shake dirt off her skirt.

((Hope it's OK I reused an edited version of an older post I made (to this spot actually), Bronze, I figured it was wasteful to not use it at all))

[bronze]

"'Lo, Bronze,"

Bronze was deep into his thoughts when Slip- Shoe tripped and fell over him. Bronze snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Slip and noticed that she was hurt. "Hi Slip..." Bronze moved over toward her and said, "are you'se ok?" Bronze had a worry look in his eyes. Bronze hated it when girls got hurt for no reason, and in this case it was kind of his fault that she tripped. Bronze saw how flushed she was and smirked but stopped after a couple of seconds, and looked back at her.

[clara]

Slip, still hard at work on her dirt covered skirt, smiled at Bronze. "Don't worry, I'm fine." She made a waving motion with her injured hand, and grimaced at the sting it produced. "It's just jammed, it'll right itself soon enough."

Slip-Shoe rolled her wrist, the sting already less painful. She smiled in spite of herself, "I've been in worse scrapes than this, believe me." It was true. These days it seemed about half as likely to find Slip sprawled out on the ground as it was to find her upright.

Frowning at the stubborn grass stains on her skirt, Slip rose and plopped herself down next to Bronze. She stretched her legs out in front of her and smoothed her skirt. "If you don't mind me askin' though," she shot him a side-long glance, "What're you doing here?" It was dangerous, these days, for Newsies to waste any selling time. It often meant going hungry or sleeping outside.

[dream]

*New Day*

Connie had no where to go. Her parents died a few days ago, and she was wandering around New York. Alone, scared, and sad, she sat under the oak tree under the shade, trying to hide from the people that were around her. Especially the police. Connie didn't want to go to the refuge, and at her age, she thought it was abuse. Taking out her brown leather covered book, she started to finish the song she wrote the day before for her parents. She missed them terribly, and this made a tear fall down her already dirt streaked face. Humming the song softly, she leaned against the oak tree.

[dream]

Noticing she wasn't alone in her own presence anymore, Connie looked up at the girl with bright blue eyes. "My parents died a few days ago..." She said softly.

[dream]

"It's when..." She had a struggle explaining this, but decided to do it in a way the girl could understand. "It's when a person isn't breathing anymore, and you won't ever see them again."

[dream]

"I didn't know my Grandmother. And my Father died as well, with my Mother." Sniffling a bit, she wiped her tear and dirt streaked face with the back of her hand. (Which didn't do much since her hand was terribly dirty as well.)

[dream]

Connie smiled and took the hanky. "Thank you." Wiping her eyes, she held it back out for the girl. "I'm Connie. And I'm six."

[dream]

"Oh, thank you Cipriana." She smiled at her and put it in the pocket where her song writing book is.

[dream]

Connie shook her head. "No. I live in Brooklyn at the Croxley Apartments."