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Post by pieeater on Nov 15, 2006 21:25:58 GMT -5
He didn't look up from the page he was reading. "Ya lie." He said with a shrug. The whole idea of it being 'immoral trickery' had become a way of life. The accusations were just part of the job anymore. "Most of da time the papes ain't got much to work with - unless a war breaks out or something. Everyday news is borin' and unimportant."
Pie eater glanced at her then back to the paper. He turned his body so he could hold the paper so she could see. His grubby index finger traced over a headline. " 'Senator Ewell presents bill to limit tobacco import' " he read to her, "Nobody really gonna care 'bout that so I might change it to somethin' like 'Senator stops tobacco deliveries - New York undergoin' tobacco famine' see its a bit more intriguing to all them pipe smokin' business men"
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Post by giselle on Nov 15, 2006 21:30:48 GMT -5
Giselle couldnt help but smile. This whole newsies business took a lot more thought and creativity then she thought she could ever muster up.
"Your a lot more creative then I could ever be..." she said, leaning closer to him to see what he was pointing to because she was not open to the same page.
"I dont think I would do so well being a newsie.." she said, "I'm just not creative enough... and I dont have a very loud voice, either, which seems like it might be a problem..." she said, trailing off slightly.
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Post by pieeater on Nov 15, 2006 22:07:57 GMT -5
He laughed lightly, "It takes some practice - an' I ain't one of the better ones either. I definitely got the loud voice, but you'd be surprised how many people respond to the sweet, meek, innocent lookin' newsies." Pie Eater smiled. He always had to work for a sell unlike a lot of the youngsters and adorable kids who got costumers just because looked so irresistible (especially to hormonal women wanting kids of their own).
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Post by giselle on Nov 15, 2006 22:25:03 GMT -5
((haha))
Giselle smiled a bit at that. "I dont think I've got the sweet, meek thing either, though... I'm just kind of bland." She sighed and read a bit of the article over his shoulder, but it was kind of boring. She sighed and wished she was someone who was more flamboyant. She was about as flamboyant as a bagle, in her opinion.
"How many papers can you sell in a day?" She asked.
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Post by pieeater on Nov 15, 2006 23:44:27 GMT -5
"You'd be surprised how good ya could get at it" Pie always was able to see thing from a positive angle. Sure some were better than others but he truly felt it was a job just about anyone could do successfully - it all came down to finding one's 'style'. "It's different fer everybody. I can sell 'bout 75 on a good day" He cut his stack of papers in half and held out one part to Giselle. "But I got 100 today...'cause yer helpin' me out" He was beaming.
((lovin' the bagel comparison...i laughed out loud))
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Post by giselle on Nov 15, 2006 23:51:56 GMT -5
((Hehe thankies))
Giselle didnt know exactly what to think. "I.. I dont know how well I'll do.." She said, although he seemed very enthusiastic about it. "I... I'll give it a shot, but I might not be very good, I'm warning you now.." She said, taking the papers and flipping through them once more, trying to find something she could build upon.
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Post by pieeater on Nov 16, 2006 0:05:34 GMT -5
"It don't matter - you sell one an' you've helped out" He said nodding, " You can even tell people yer a newsie without lieing" He laughed a little and folded up his open newspaper. The headlines were useless so it would be a day of avoiding duped customers - but that just made it more exciting. Pie looked over at her and raised an eyebrow, "Word of advice...if yer gonna 'elaborate' on a headline, ya might wanna fall back into the crowds fast..." The last thing he wanted to happen was to have Giselle confronted by an inflamed man for what he instructed her to do.
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Post by giselle on Nov 16, 2006 0:12:39 GMT -5
Giselle nodded. She was good at making herself disappear quickly, it was a combination of being able to dash offstage and the practice from being able to escape awkward conversations at parent's dinner parties. She sighed. "Any other advice... like how exactly to spice one of these things up... how do you elaborate without sounding fake?" SHe asked.
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Post by pieeater on Nov 20, 2006 23:02:27 GMT -5
Pie chuckled at her, she seemed a little overwhelmed. "Jus' relax - it really ain't that hard" Of course this came from someone who had been doing it about ten years, "Jus' be creative. People hear something interestin' an' they usually got the paper before they notice how absurd it is!"
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Post by giselle on Nov 20, 2006 23:05:03 GMT -5
Giselle nodded. "I guess it seems easy enough..." She said, paging through the paper to try to find something to build on. She knew she couldnt do it without some type of inspiration beforehand. "All of these are terrible.. I dont even know where to begin." She said, looking up at him with a slight smile.
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Post by pieeater on Nov 21, 2006 21:30:46 GMT -5
"They usually are!" He laughed shaking his head. "Pulitzer - an' Hearst" he corrected remembering where he was, "can't make the job too easy for us." He slapped the front page and leaned back on the same hand. "Maybe jus' start by tellin; the truth with some enthusiasm...when ya get comfortable then ya can start improvin'"
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Post by giselle on Nov 21, 2006 22:02:45 GMT -5
Giselle nodded. On the front page there was some bland things, then she noticed that the trolly strike had ended and decided to go with that. She sighed, then headed out into a group of people, shouting out her headline. It was bland at first, just "Trolly Strike ends after fifth week!" And improved it to something along the lines of "Trolley Strike brutally beaten down by government officals!" She sold about half fast enough, but then things got more difficult.. people just didnt want to hear about that headline.
She took a seat back at the fountain and began searching again. "You make this look easier then this is... " She said to Pie.
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Post by pieeater on Nov 24, 2006 22:55:38 GMT -5
"What are you talkin' bout Giselle?" Pie asked with his ever-happy laugh, "you jus' sold some didn't you?" He nudged her playfully, actually initiating some physical contact for the first time since they had headed off to the papers.
He got to his feet and secured his hat. He started to walk away, turned so he was pacing into the crowd back wards, and said. "Spice it up if it ain't workin'. " And then he started his pitch. He was an active seller, using little tricks and gimmicks to get some attention. Being as old, big, and mature as he was people often over looked him for the little ones.
Pie Eater jumped up onto an short iron fence on the edges of one of the sidewalks. He balanced himself and started to walk its length wile calling out a rather basic headline. A few pedestrians stopped to observe and ultimately buy a paper.
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Post by giselle on Nov 25, 2006 2:26:18 GMT -5
Giselle smiled as she watched him, thinking of ways to spice up her own new routine. She thought about it for a moment and realized two of the few things she could do well were cook and dance. And since cooking was out of the option, she danced.
She was rather graceful, performing as she would have on stage, but without the proper shoes. She didnt have to say a headline, not after a a few minutes. All she had to do was dance with papers near her and a hat on the ground. She sold the majority of her remaining papers this way, and it was like extra practice for her.
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Post by pieeater on Nov 29, 2006 3:26:57 GMT -5
Pie jumped off the railing taking a quick bow to the few people left, mainly children at this point. His stack was thinner and some coins jingled in his pocket - a sign the day would be good over all.
He was grinning widely making his way back to Giselle who was dancing about. He stopped a few yards away and watched her. She had the idea, real in the costumers with whatever you got and for her that was dancing. He didn't say anything, rather he spaced out an gawked at her.
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