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Post by Prince on Jun 7, 2006 0:23:03 GMT -5
A very busy place, it's a great place to sell some papes!
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Post by Sweets on Jun 8, 2006 17:24:48 GMT -5
Sweets trudged along the harbor, holding a pape over her head in the pouring rain. When she found a slight opening in the crowd, she heaved in a deep breath to shout.
"Mayor caught in . . in. . " A sneeze interuped her mid-sentance, not that it mattered. No one wanted a wet pape from a sick girl. She sighed and threw her papers down beside her, taking a seat on the curb.
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Post by prints on Jun 8, 2006 22:11:58 GMT -5
David Jacobs trudged towards the harbor, obviously not in a good mood. The events at the Distribution Center hadn't settled too well with him, and he was angry with Jack for not being there to break it up. He might have words, but even he had to admit that words could get you only so far before there needed to be a little force behind them. And that was something the "Walkin' Mouth" lacked.
His arms still held a stack of papers, and he glared down at it accusingly. They were soggy wet, which got him wet. Which, in all fairness, didn't matter since he was already soaked. It was no use to try and sell them, his mind was already working overtime and couldn't think up any great headlines. Heck, his "improved" ones were worse than the original ones. Sighing, he tried to remember his usual motto. 'Oh, shut up,' he snapped at himself. 'No use 'seizing the day' when all you get in return is a soggy stack of paper.' At least, since he had taken a hundred, he had managed to sell half of them. Fifty cents. Great, just what he had payed for the papes. Without Jack, he couldn't even look forward to taking some of his partner's money, since they split it.
He cocked an eyebrow, seeing the girl he had met earlier. What was her name...Swipes...? Seeds...? No, Sweets! That was it. As he approached, he grinned slightly at her attempts to shout out the headline.
"..caught in a nice, warm house by a fire?" he asked, wistfully while grinning slightly. "I wouldn't mind to much to be caught like that."
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Post by Sweets on Jun 11, 2006 21:25:06 GMT -5
She glanced up through the water dripping from her bill and tried to grin. "Me neiddah, weathah like this makes me regret bein' a newsie, at least a factory's dry," she said, mostly joking, as she looked back down and rested her chin in her hand. "Ya wanna sit down?" she asked him sarcastically, motioning to the wet curbside.
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Post by prints on Jun 11, 2006 21:38:22 GMT -5
"Oh, great, more wetness, as if I'm not dripping wet already." David stated, equally sarcastic. However, he was already soaked(no pun intended), so sitting down on equally wet ground wasn't going to make much of a difference. He sat down, glad for the relaxation. Even if he hadn't tryed to hard to sell his 'papes,' the newsie job was more tiering then it looked. He was surprised his throat wasn't hoarse from shouting out the headlines. "Anything interesting going on, or am I just adding to the boredom?" he asked, smiling slightly as he looked across the usually bustling--now rather empty--streets of Manhattan.
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Post by Sweets on Jun 11, 2006 21:54:16 GMT -5
"Interestin'? In New York? Yeah, right." she grinned, truly for the first time, moving her papes out of the way for him to sit. "So Mouth," she began, frowning as she pulled out a wet cigarette, "I heah ya led da strike last summah. That's shore somethin' ta brag about huh?" Whenever she had heard someone mention him and asked who it was they were talking about, she could always bet on hearing the story of why Davey's 'One o' da smartest newsies in New Yawk.'
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Post by prints on Jun 11, 2006 23:46:41 GMT -5
"Not exactly, it was more Jack than me," David said, modesty obvious in his tone. Even if had gained a more boastful personality since joining the newsies, his modesty had continued to stick. "Though Jack probably would have ended up in the Refuge more than once if I hadn't been around. He seemed to have it in his head that he could get everybody to listen to him by soaking them, luckily he did listen to sense every once in a while."
It was strange that the Manhattan leader and the infamous "Walkin' Mouth" could be such good friends. While Jack was boastful, loud, and didn't think before he acted, David Jacobs was book smart, more quiet than his nickname suggested, and usually used logic when he decided what to do. Perhaps such reasons were why they got along so well, balancing out each other's flaws.
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Post by Sweets on Jun 13, 2006 21:06:54 GMT -5
"So you aint one for soakin', huh Mouth?" she asked smirking, turning away then and trying to lite the soggy cigarette with a wet match.
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Post by prints on Jun 13, 2006 21:46:19 GMT -5
"If you mean the unnecessary use of violence, yes," David stated, nonchalantly. He had to admit, force did help in some situations, where words could not. But it didn't mean they should go around and 'soak' anybody who got in their way. He cocked an eyebrow at her attempts to lite the soggy cigarette with an equally met match, but decided not to comment. Perhaps she could get it to lite, but more than likely, it wouldn't. And she knew that, so he wasn't going to waste his breath pointing it out. "What about you, Sweets? What do you think about the war?"
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Post by Sweets on Jun 13, 2006 21:51:45 GMT -5
She nodded along casually with his reasoning, still battling with the match. Glancing up at his question she shrugged slightly. "What is there ta think about? I'm loyal ta Jack and ta 'hattan, it aint up ta me to decided what's right an' wrong, ya know?" She brought the match up close to her face, examining it for any side that was dry.
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Post by prints on Jun 13, 2006 21:58:53 GMT -5
It was his turn to nod along with her reasoning. While it sometimes seemed to him that the newsies put too much trust in their leader, he respected it. He'd seen what loyalty could do in the strike. They'd die for each other and their friends. And he knew had anybody openly protested to the war, they'd be silenced by the other newsies. Many may be against it, but they'd follow their leader to the end of the Earth to help them. And he didn't exactly know how he felt about how easily they gave up their own thoughts because of their leaders.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," he agreed, not hesitating after his train of thought ended. "We can have our opinions on the war, but it isn't up to us whether or not our leaders agree. We'll just have to hope Jack knows what he's doing. I've seen him tricked in the strike, and I don't want to see it again."
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Post by Sweets on Jun 13, 2006 22:08:19 GMT -5
She had heard very little about that part of the strike, their leader turning on them, and she wasn't sure she wanted to hear any more. She knew Jack wasn't perfect, but it sure helped her, and many others, sleep better at night knowing he had things under control.
At last throwing the match to the ground she stood, leaving her soggy papes on the curb. "Ya wanna go some place an' dry off?" she asked as she gazed up at the sky, looking for a sign that it might let up... but being disappointed.
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Post by prints on Jun 13, 2006 23:23:15 GMT -5
"Anywhere's dryer than here," David stated, also rising to his feet and scowling at the soggy papers he knew were now worthless to sell. The streets were vacant, which meant that they couldn't even sell them to a poor soul that hadn't brought an umbrella and needed to use one to cover their heads. His father wouldn't be too happy, and the Jacobs boy could only hope his brother had had better luck than him.
"We could go to Tibby's or the lodging house, or..." he trailed off a bit, slightly hesitant. It wasn't that he didn't like her as a friend, it was just that Les had the annoying quality of thinking any girl he spoke with was his girlfriend. The curly haired boy feared what his brother would do if he brought Sweets home for dinner. It was a set-up for embarrassment, either from his mother, who'd go on about how good it was he finally had a girlfriend, or his brother. Unable to think of anywhere else to go, he finally said "Or my apartment..." quieter than the other options, after he said it, realizing he could've said Irving Hall. He mentally kicked himself, he was the "Walkin' Mouth," surely he could've come up with something. Now, he could only hope that she hadn't heard the last option, or wasn't interested in it.
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Post by Sweets on Jun 14, 2006 0:03:40 GMT -5
She had heard him but didn't at first catch his hesitant tone. "Oh, thats right, you gotta place don't ya?" she asked casually, pulling her hat off and attempting to wring it out. "Well shore thats . . ." she glanced up to him and paused, looking at him intently. He seemed slightly flustered and she quickly realized why. "Oh, well actually, Tibbys would be nice." She was pretty good at avoiding an uncomfortable situation and hoped she was able to sound convincingly ignorant of any unspoken awkwardness that may or may not be there.
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Post by prints on Jun 14, 2006 13:37:35 GMT -5
David nodded, slightly relieved. Sometimes, on days where his family was either particularly annoying, he'd envy the newsies. Still, he knew he'd never truly envy them, as they didn't have, as Jack put it 'somebody tuckin' them in at night.' He cast one last look at the wet mass of black and white that was their drenched papers, before turning to back to Sweets.
"Alright, come on," he said, walking in the direction of the restaurant. "Maybe we'll see Jack there."
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(c)Red
