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Post by pieeater on Jun 20, 2006 1:17:24 GMT -5
((New Day))
Pie was sitting on his bunk, bare feet hanging off the edge. He was pants-less (and yes he had his undies on..dont be gross), rather they were in a heap in his lap which he hunched over. He hummed as he pulled the needle gently through the worn wool. Mending was one of the useful traits he had picked up from his days in the orphanage - despite how feminine it may be, at least it was useful. He kicked his feet gently along with his song, ignoring the world around him. It was like a vacation...
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Post by firecracker on Jul 9, 2006 1:49:01 GMT -5
"Make yerselves decent, I'se commin' in!" yelled a voice from the other side of the closed door.
Firecracker was surprised at her own thoughtfulness to others. Well, many would think of it more as rudeness than thoughtfulness, but at least she hadn't burst into the bunk room. She shivered slightly. Actually, she probably would have done the same had she given it more thought.
After a moment, she opened the door, one hand still covering her eyes as she stumbled into the room. Knowing her luck, a pair of boots was right in the doorway, causing her to trip and land in an oh-so-graceful heap. She groaned, not bothering to get up.
"Shoulder known bettah den ta be polite," she muttered to herself. "Da best moments in me life were caused outta rudeness."
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Post by pieeater on Jul 10, 2006 18:29:11 GMT -5
Pie stopped his hum and started to laugh to himself. He knew that voice - pompous, loud, all-knowing, but friendly and sweet all the same. He didn't bother to dress, not one for his own modesty. He flipped his legs over to the opposite side of the bed so he could Fire in a heap on the floor.
"Real graceful girly" He teased, dumb smile widening as he spoke. "What ya get when yer tryin ta be somethin' ya aint!" Just for the hell of it he threw his spool of thread at her - beaming the back of her head. For some reason she always looked like a good target.
((ha your leaving I'm leaveing...*shrug* whatever it can possibly be drag out))
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Post by firecracker on Jul 10, 2006 19:35:13 GMT -5
"Shuddup," Firecracker ordered, still face flat on the floor. She knew it was Pie Eater, no one else would take such delight in mocking her. "Ya keep forgettin' I know where ya sleep, and I'll be takin' advantage of it if ya keep mockin' me."
She glared up at her friend, righting herself into a sitting position. Her eyes landed upon the spool of thread, and a slow grin crept onto her face. The mischievous twinkle in her eyes grew brighter, and she picked the spool up, slowly standing. She then walked over to Pie Eater with the same slowness.
"Ya also are forgettin' dat you'se in yer underwear, and only have one set of pants," with a triumphant smirk, she grabbed the forgotten pants, rushing towards the door, laughing as she called over her shoulder. "Serves ya right foah bein' so forgetful!"
((Ha, ironic, no? Had to post this, the idea just jumped into my mind and I had to type it up before I forgot it. This ought to be interesting to say the least.))
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Post by pieeater on Jul 11, 2006 12:58:02 GMT -5
Forgetful only that she was an evil little imp! Pie grabbed wildly for his pants, only managing to get ahold of air and throw himself off the top bunk. He got to his feet, and looked himself over - yup clad only in his underware as he feared. Being in ones skivvies while swimming or in the bunk room was acceptable but other than that it was down right indecent."Fire it ain't funny" He yelled a vein popping out of his neck "GIVE 'EM BACK!" He grabbed a lone shoe on the ground and threw it after her. It banged against the wall near the door.
He ran after her, growling and grumbling, feeling absolutely absurd when he started down the stairs. Kloppman was at the base staring blankly up at him. Pie Eater felt his face flush and cowered slightly as if it would help conceal him. The Head always seemed to appear at the most awkward of moments.
"FIRECRACKER!" He screeched desperately "YA LITTLE WITCH, YER GONNA BE SORRY FOR DIS ONE" His yelling was more out of embarrassment than anything else. Not wanting to leave the confines of the lodging house, or have this be spread around to any of the other guys. She always gave him a run for his money, a tease and a tormentor someone always to keep a watchful eye on.
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Post by firecracker on Jul 15, 2006 21:29:13 GMT -5
Firecracker ducked under the staircase, thankful for the loose board and her own small size. She bit her lip at Pie Eater's words, trying her hardest not to laugh as she clutched the poor newsboy's tattered trousers. The two had a strange relationship. While they were friends, they always were teasing, pulling pranks, or bugging eachother. As she saw Kloppman's feet through a crack in the boards, she rolled around in silent laughter, tears running down her cheeks, gasping for breath. The girl could almost imagine the Head's face.
Her eyes scanned for a place to hide the trousers. She'd give them back, of course; she wasn't that mean. But she had to make sure they were safely hidden long enough for the unlucky newsie to have enough embarassment. Tomorrow morning he'd find them neatly folded at the end of his bunk.
Spotting a loose floorboard, she quickly placed the pants under it and slipped from her hiding spot into the shadows, an impish grin plastered to her features. She edged away from her hiding spot, far enough to be safe that Pie Eater wouldn't guess where she came from. She then stepped out of the shadows, trying to hide her smug smirk.
"Sorry fer what?" she asked, pretending to be suprised and looking up, creating a startled look on her face. "Pie Eater! You'se should know ta put yer trousers on 'fore commin' out of the bunkroom! Dis is a Lodgin' House, fer Pete's sake!"
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Post by pieeater on Jul 25, 2006 10:46:27 GMT -5
Pie jaw dropped. That dumb little girl was pretending like nothing happened...right in front of Kloppy too! Well didn;t this just make him look all the stupider. "Hey! Lucifer!" at that moment he decided she was just a little bit evil "Ain't ya forgotten that YOU took them!" He was leaning over the banister glaring down at her.
"Pie Eater!" Kloppman bellowed slightly "Thats not how ya talk to a lady" The man was smiling obviously amused by the predicament.
Pie Eater looked betrayed "You cant be on her side?! She took me pants! and She ain't a lady shes a hell minion!" A few words learned from headlines. Kloppy only laughed and Pie frowned defeated and retreated to the bunk room. He poked around the bunks looking for some pants that would fit. Of course few had more than they were wearing and he was just so gosh darn big. He eventually broke down and got a towel.
Thats when Fire's bunk caught his eye. He ran over and yanked the mattress off of the metal frame. "Stupid girl this'll teach 'er..."
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Post by firecracker on Jul 25, 2006 16:59:56 GMT -5
As Kloppman scolded the poor boy, Firecracker made faces from behind him, grinning widely. When he turned to look at her, however, she looked her most innocent, causing the old man to laugh. Ah, sometimes it was good to be a girl. She couldn't hold back a smirk as Pie Eater retreated to the bunk room. Still smirking, she turned and hugged the old man out of pure happiness. Embarrassment to others was oh so amusing.
"T'anks, Kloppy!" she cried cheerfully, causing the old man to chuckle.
"Just be sure ta give him back his pants by tomorrah, I don't need any half-naked newsies wanderin' around." the Head told her, retreating towards his room.
"Aye, aye, Captain!" she said sharply, comically saluting him before heading back towards the bunkroom.
"Resortin' ta stealing mattresses now, Doctah?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow at his antics, obviously unimpressed by his antics. Probably because she'd switched bunks the other day, having wanted to be on a top bunk, and thus he was stealing another poor newsie's bunk.
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Post by pieeater on Jul 25, 2006 20:24:42 GMT -5
Pie didn't look back at her, rather he threw his stomach into the floppy worn mattress to help haul it over towards the window. He had no idea she had switched bunks so he was confidant that he was actually getting her back quite good.
"I got more respect dan ta steal yer clothes so yer half naked.." He muttered not admitting to the fact that he would never have the chance to steal her clothes. He felt the towel around his waist loosening and grumbled setting the mattress down and holding it up with his head so he could have his hands free to re-tie the towel. Once secure he resumed his struggle to the window.
Upon reaching it he opened the window and lifted the mattress on to the sill he threw his weight into the mattress to force it out onto the fire escape. He was sweating now, a lot, like he normally did.
"Yer a real pain in da ass sometimes Fire.." He said inbetween pushes fully focused on forcing the load out the window.
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Post by firecracker on Jul 25, 2006 21:19:38 GMT -5
"T'anks, Pie Eater," Firecracker said saracastically. "Dat really helps wit me self-esteem. Always nice ta be insulted by dose we like ta call friends."
Trying hard not to laugh as she watched him struggle with the matress, she silently climbed up onto her top bunk, relaxing. Part of the reason for climbing up onto her new bunk was because she was getting tired of standing around, while the other reason was to make sure it couldn't be stolen. Having her real bunk pushed out the window didn't sound too appealing to her.
Grinning like a maniac, but somehow able to stop herself from laughing, she was thankful that Pie Eater had been too tired to notice the switch, and that no one had told him. Humming to herself, she watched the spectacle, feeling sorry for the poor newsie she had switched with as she counted her earnings from her day of selling.
"Hey, Pie?" she asked. "I'se not doubtin' ya, but why are ya shoving dat bunk out da window, anyway? Got some trouble wit da newsie sleepin' dere?"
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Post by pieeater on Jul 25, 2006 22:28:07 GMT -5
"'Cause-" he speach was inturupted by each shove "its - yours!" He gave one more mighty heave and the mattress pushed forward about a foot. Then he stopped and turned slowly towards her. "Wait a minute..." it clicked and his face flushed a deep red "ya switched!" His eyes popped and he ran at her and pulled her off the bunk and threw her over his shoulder. it was the last straw for him, he had no pants and he spent all his energy pushing a random matress out the small window. The one advantage he had over her was sheer size. it was easy to cary her around, she was a little pip squeek in comparison. He strutted into the washroom to the wash bucket where most of the newsies would bath. Makeing sure she was securly over one shoulder he began the pump water into the bucket humming a triumphant little song.
"Yer a mean little goil. An' ta fix that yer gonna take a bath..." He slumped her off his shoulder and held her by the wait upsidedown over the halffilled bucket. "Ready?" He started to laugh and lower her slightly so her braids gently brushed the water.
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Post by firecracker on Jul 25, 2006 22:41:38 GMT -5
"Ya figured it out all by yerself, I'se proud!" Firecracker congratulated, grinning triumphantly.
But the grin was soon replaced with a slightly nervous look as he approached, light green eyes darting for a way to escape, finding none. She scooted herself backwards, to no sucess. With an angered yelp, she was thrown over his shoulder as easily as a ragdoll. Squirming, wiggling, and whining didn't help, so she beat on his back with her small fists, to no sucess, mentally cursing her small size.
"Pie Eater, ya bettah let me go, I'se know where ya sleep!" she growled, wiggling desperately until he reposition her over the tub. "Changed me mind, I'se don't want ta be let down!" she yelped, trying to tuck her shirt in as not to have it expose her belly, barely managing to.
"Meanie." she muttered angrily, giving up to face her icy cold, watery fate. Damn karma.
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Post by pieeater on Jul 25, 2006 22:48:29 GMT -5
"I lnow where ya sleep too now" He scoffed at her threat happy that for once he had the upper hand with her. He kept laughing too filled with pure joy in the situation.
"I ain't mean...i'se clensin' yer spirt since da devils got a hold on you" He smirked and popped her down then up just so the top of her head touched the cold water. He loved prolonging her fate, causing more adreneline and blood to rush to her little head. Then without warning he dunked her. he shoulders even made it into the water. A moment later he let her surface, drip dry and then turned her over and set her on her feet. "Now, dat much bettah darlin'" He said making a gesture from his mouth as if he was a chef dreating a master peice. He ruffled her wet hair and turned on a heal strutting back towards her bunk in his little towel, perfectly satisfied with himself.
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Post by firecracker on Jul 26, 2006 0:48:49 GMT -5
Firecracker glared up at her 'friend,' swearing to get him back for his water torture. Could've been worse, she supposed, light green eyes flickering to the empty bunk room. At least the other newsies weren't here to observe the spectacle. A small smirk curled her lips. She'd manage a dunking, without and after affects, but she had hid his trousers from him, and could just as easily steal the towel....not to mention dunking his sheets in spoiled milk was a possibility as well. These thoughts in mind, she saluted him comically, before getting dunked under.
Glad that she had been raised around the icy cold sea, the water hardly effected her, except for humiliation. Sighing, she watched air bubbles go to the surface, impatiently waiting to get out of this water torture. The second time she got dunked, however, she spluttered, having not expected it. She came up coughing, glaring swords(heh, not daggers) at him, the clothes sticking uncomfortably to her small frame, making her appear to be a drowned rat.
"You'se gonna get it now, Pie Eater," she cried as he released her, a mistake on his part. With one swift move, she managed to pick up the wash bucket(an impressive show of strength on her part), and toss the remaining over the retreating newsboy, laughing as she did so.
After a moment of laughing triumphantly at getting the upper hand, she froze, listening. Uh oh. Footsteps. Old footsteps, tired footsteps, /angry/ footsteps. Kloppman. She glanced around. Two soggy newsies and a slippery bunk room floor. This was not going to be pretty.
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Post by pieeater on Jul 27, 2006 22:42:38 GMT -5
Pie Eater fell with the surprise of the freezing water. He had NOT been exspecting that one. He was soaked and cold. He turned sharply to face his laughing nemicis. How had that little girl been able to throw the bucket of water? he would never understand the surprises she always popped out with.
"Don't you ever stop?!" He yelled back at her really at a loss of what to say about the ordeal
his lips parted to yell again but he was stopped short this time by the footsteps Fire obviously was hearing too.
Kloppman. Pie looked around the room. they were both wet, the floor slightly flooded (all the liquid retreating to a low spot in the flooring) the basin on the ground, not to mention the mattress hanging halfway out the window. He got to his feet struggling to hold the heavy wet towel up.
"Ahhh this is yer fault!" He sneered at her blushing more than anything. Oh the humiliation of it all.
Thats when the door opened. The old man stood for a moment taking it all in and trying to hold back what humor there was in the situation. But really two kids were tearing his business appart. "What the devil are you two doin'?"He snapped sounding as menecing as possible.
Pie Eater cowered, not one to stand up to authority, he kept his chin low and shrugged wanting Fire to answer this one.
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