|
|
Post by Administrator on May 13, 2006 14:10:31 GMT -5
Watch your step! Someone's always watching here . . .
|
|
|
|
Post by Jack Kelly on May 24, 2006 20:18:49 GMT -5
Jack walked down the road, his hat down to cover his eyes and his hands shoved deep into his pockets. He needed some time to think things out, and the nearly empty Eighth Avenue seemed like the best place to go unnoticed.
He didn't know what to do. He wasn't going to ask Prince, though he didn't doubt that she was a smart kid. He just didn't want to look like an idiot in front of another leader. But he was worried about the war. What if one of his boys got hurt or worse? He would turn it around on someone else, just like Spot had turned Spike's death around on him.
Jack was still a kid; what was he supposed to do?
|
|
|
|
Post by Racetrack Higgins on May 28, 2006 12:20:03 GMT -5
Race had been roaming a lot lately, unable to go to Sheepshead Bay made him feel a little more than restless. He picked up his pace only slightly when he entered the unsafe neighborhood, and tugged his hat lower on his head.
As he walked staring down at the ground he heard footsteps coming toward him, and glancing up he saw a familiar cowboy hat. "Jack?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Jack Kelly on Jun 3, 2006 13:33:14 GMT -5
"Hey Race," Jack greeted his friend without smiling. Apparently he wasn't the only one who wanted to get away. He fell in step with Racetrack as they walked.
"So why you down here?" He asked, glancing over at Race.
|
|
|
|
Post by Racetrack Higgins on Jun 3, 2006 22:23:32 GMT -5
He shrugged, still watching the ground as they walked. "Just needed ta think I guess. Whata'bou you? What brought you ta dis part o' town?"
|
|
|
|
Post by newsiesonamission on Jun 4, 2006 18:13:31 GMT -5
SlingShot was lost and wandering around a place she was not familiar with. She spotted several people and went towards them to see if they could help. When she got close enough to see they were Manhattens, she turned quickly around, hoping they hadn't seen.
|
|
|
|
Post by firecracker on Jun 5, 2006 14:00:47 GMT -5
Firecracker wandered aimlessly through the area, shuddering as people stared at her guiltlessly. Being the bright and cheery person she was, this sure wasn't where she'd like to spend her time. She pulled her orange cap closer to her head, shading her eyes. One of the downsides of being new; you always ended up where the other newsies had warned you about. Trying to blend in with the shady area around her--which was hard to with her choice of clothing--she ran right into someone. Quickly, she backed up.
"Oh, I'se sorry. Wasn't paying attention ta where--" she stopped, recognizing it was a Brooklyn newsie she had ran into. She may be new, but she had a feeling that this newsie was not from Manhattan. Hearing the sound of two Manhattaners, she grabbed the girl's wrist and pulled her behind a large stack of crates, careful to be quiet.
"What do ya tink yer doin'?" she whispered harshly. "I ain't fond of dis war, so I ain't gonna tell Race and Jack. Follow me, I tink I know da way ta Brooklyn."
She then ducked into an alley, the only part of the dark side of town she knew. It was the way she came in, and pretty close to the Brooklyn Bridge. Looking over her shoulder, she wondered if the Brooklynite would follow.
|
|
|
|
Post by Itey Delgado on Jun 5, 2006 14:10:11 GMT -5
Only as the girl was looking over her shoulder she walked into Itey, who did recognize SlingShot and wanted to know what the hell this new kid was doing.
"Yoah new, so I'll let ya try an' explain ta me why yoah tryin' to sneak a Brooklynite outta 'Hatten witout soakin' her or takin' her ta Jack?"
|
|
|
|
Post by firecracker on Jun 5, 2006 14:31:33 GMT -5
"'Cause I beleive mistakes happen," Firecracker said, her light green eyes sparkling with determination. "And I beleive ya don't need ta get soaked for bein' human and makin' a mistake. I'se don't care which borough she's from. She hasn't tried ta hurt me, and sure as hell hasn't been spyin', so I'm gonna return da favor. I'll give you the honar of explainin' ta Spot why his newsie comes back soaked when she 'asn't done anyting. Go ahead, soak her, tattle on me, I ain't gonna stop ya."
She stepped back, leaning against the wall and crossing her arms over her chest. Her glare settled on the other newsie, daring him to do it. She wouldn't interfer, but she sure as heck wouldn't sit around and let it happen without taking revenge.
|
|
|
|
Post by Itey Delgado on Jun 5, 2006 14:36:12 GMT -5
Itey glared down at the girl, "Youse need ta learn de way dis works. Lost or not, she had to cross de bridge ta get here an' she knew what dat meant. Am I gonna soak her? No, but does she have some explainin' ta do, yea. Both of ya do."
Cupping his hands around his mouth Itey shouted out to the other boys, "Heya Jack, Race. We's got ourselves a Brooky here."
|
|
|
|
Post by Racetrack Higgins on Jun 5, 2006 14:43:30 GMT -5
Race heard the shouting and spun around, heading quickly in that direction. When he came upon three newsies he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. "What are you all doin' heah huh? It aint 'xactly a safe part o' town."
He looked over at the girl he immediately knew was the "Brooky" and sighed, draging his hand down his face. Slingshot. He knew Spot well enough, heck, they used to be pals, to recognize one of his favorite newsies when he saw her. As he looked back waiting for Jack, he sighed again. "shit.."
|
|
|
|
Post by firecracker on Jun 5, 2006 14:45:52 GMT -5
Firecracker glared, fighting back the urge to strangle the newsboy. Violence didn't get you anywhere, they said, but it sure help to get the point through someone's thick skull. Sighing, she continued to lean against the wall, not truly caring what punishment she was to receive for 'fratenizing with the enemy.' This was supposed to be a free country, so why was it that for merely showing compassion for someone making a mistake she would get punished? Humans made mistakes, and she was sure that Mister 'I've got nothing better to do then tattle on a Brooky' made some too.
Swearing under her breath in German, she waited for the Manhattan leader to come. She hadn't met him yet, so she wasn't exactly afraid. She held some respect, having heard about him leading the strike last year, but if he was to soak a newsie for wandering onto the wrong territory, it would soon vanish.
"Got lost," she answered Racetrack's question simply, her eyes wandering over to the 'Brooky.' "Apparently, I'm not the only one, either."
|
|
|
|
Post by Itey Delgado on Jun 5, 2006 14:46:41 GMT -5
Itey shrugged his shoulders, "Shortcut," he said simply, they all had their own. "I didn't plan on stoppin' til I ran into dis mess."
|
|
|
|
Post by newsiesonamission on Jun 8, 2006 15:05:41 GMT -5
SlingShot had remained silent through the whole thing, but she knew she might be in some deep crap. She decided the best thing would to be quiet, since Firecracker had spoken for her. She waited for someone to address her, searching for a way to get out of there without getting hurt. She clenched her fists, ready to fight if needed, but not about to start anything.
|
|
|
|
Post by Jack Kelly on Jun 14, 2006 13:02:18 GMT -5
Jack approached the group, his arms crossed over his chest. Surveying them all, he only recognized the two boys. "What's goin' on heah?"
|
|
thanks admin!
©