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Post by Jack Kelly on Aug 14, 2006 0:50:07 GMT -5
Jack sighed. "...look Davey. I gotta keep my control firm. I can't have ya doin' all the stuff you been doin'." He shook his head. "...and Brooklyn is close enough for you to get home."
He felt a little bad, but he wasn't going to back down. His best friend had finally crossed the line. All his time as a leader he'd been the one to compromise, he was the one who had given up things when others took or simply left it to him.
He was tired of it.
It stopped right here.
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Post by prints on Aug 14, 2006 0:55:38 GMT -5
"Nothing, Les," David told his little brother, flashing the younger Jacobs boy a weak smile. He was honestly too shocked to be upset or angry at anybody right now. "I'm just going to be selling in Brooklyn for a while. Manhattan's getting a little crowded with newsies, and Jack thought'd it be a good idea if I started selling there, so more newsies could sell around here."
He turned his eyes back to Jack, pleading for him not to tell his brother the truth. David didn't want anything to upset his brother, and telling the young boy he was basically getting kicked out of Manhattan would certainly upset Les.
"I understand." he replied to Jack simply, his gaze shifting to Brooklyn again with dread. He did not want to be around when Spot found out about this.
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Post by matches on Aug 14, 2006 0:57:30 GMT -5
Les believed what he was told..."Well can I come...I can help you" Les still sensed that something was wrong but ignored it.
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Post by Jack Kelly on Aug 14, 2006 1:03:27 GMT -5
Jack nodded sollemly to David. He wouldn't tell Les. And he was glad David understood. Would make any molilfication and make up later more smooth.
He smiled a bit sadly at what David told Les, but perked up when the kid asked to go with him
"Nah Les...just stay with me. That's a long treck, and we need your sellin' skillz here!" He smirked. "'sides, I need my best little sella' with me...and who would go see Medda with me while Davey's gone?" He looked over at David a bit.
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Post by matches on Aug 14, 2006 1:06:39 GMT -5
Les looked up at David, then at Jack, then at David again. "oh...ok Jack" Les walked over to David and wrapped his arms around his waist, because thats as tall as he was. He hugged his older brother. He would miss David and hopes that he would come home soon. "What do I tell Ma and Pop?"
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Post by prints on Aug 14, 2006 1:12:57 GMT -5
David shot Jack a thankful glance. Even if they weren't on the best terms, he had to be thankful for not ratting him out. He doubted it meant much, since Jack liked Les almost as much as he did. The oldest Jacobs boy couldn't help but let a small smile appear as his brother hugged him. He desperately had needed one.
"Don't worry, I'll tell them...Tonight. I'm only going to be selling in Brooklyn, not living in their Lodging House," he replied, before kneeling in front of his brother, pulling out the dollar bill and placing it in his brother's hands. "Some rich folk gave this to me this morning. Why don't you go buy Ma and Sarah something nice? At least, don't spend it all on candy." he grinned, ruffling his brother's hair.
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Post by matches on Aug 14, 2006 1:16:10 GMT -5
Les smiled althought spending it all on candy was the first thing that came to mind. "Thanks Davey." Les then turned to Jack. "i'll see ya later Jack" Les scampered off the the nearest shops to see if he could find something nice for his mother and sister...but ended up spending most of the dollar on candy anyway.
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Post by Jack Kelly on Aug 14, 2006 1:18:10 GMT -5
Jack watched Les scamper off and turned his attention back to Davey.
"...First thing in the morning, Davey...I wancha gone." He put out his his hand, however, to help the other up.
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Post by prints on Aug 14, 2006 1:22:05 GMT -5
David nodded solemnly, though he did accept the other's hand, running a hand through his hair as his gaze shifted to Brooklyn yet again. He had a feeling he was not going to have a good selling day in a long time. Manhattan citizens were suckers, and hardly ever actually chased somebody, finding it a waste of time. But Brooklyn...who knew, except the newsies themselves.
"Thanks for not telling Les, Jack," he said, gaze shifting to the Manhattan Leader briefly. "I'll be over the bridge by the time you start selling."
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Post by Jack Kelly on Aug 14, 2006 1:25:12 GMT -5
Jack nodded. "Don't mention it." He patted David's shoulder a bit. "...I gotta do what I gotta do, David. Hopefully you'll learn." It wasn't that David was in deep trouble--its more that a series of events had led up to this, and David was just in the wrong place.
"Be careful." He turned and started to walk off.
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Post by prints on Aug 14, 2006 1:31:56 GMT -5
David nodded, before turning and heading back towards his family's apartment. He ran a hand through his curly brown hair, casting one last, long look at the Brooklyn Bridge. Tomorrow was going to be a long day. And so was tonight, when he had to explain to his parents why, exactly, he was selling in Brooklyn. They still didn't know about how he'd ended up in the Refuge--nobody in his family did--and it would be painful to tell them. Still, keeping secrets was not a good idea. He'd seen those results firsthand.
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