Beds

[Administrator]

The Queens newsies have a large bedroom with rows and rows of beds, not bunks. They've even got a big sofa in here!

[Prince]

Prince was bored out of her skull. Lucky for her she had her note book. Prince was... well she was a story teller, and recently someone told her that she should write her stories down. So, she grabbed her note book, sat down on the sofa, and started writting one of her fairy tails. This particular story was about a Wicked Queen who is defeated by the village she tried to control.

[Prince]

Prince looked up at Micky, and instantly her guard was up. Her hair was in her hat at the time, so she appeared a boy. "Yeah, I am," she said in a deeper voice. She closed the book, and set her pen on top of it. "Ya new 'round dese parts?" she asked walking towards Micky, trying to be congenial.

[Prince]

"If ya got da money, and if ya got da money," Prince said answering both questions with the same answer. "Youse must be a newsie, oddah wise ya wouldn't be heah. Youse can pay Mr. Wilson, da guy who owns and runs da place. And as far as a place ta eat Molivas' is a good place, down on Rockaway Beach. Nice ta meetcha, I'm Prince," she said offering her hand to Micky.

[Prince]

Prince smiled. "He might... if ya good for ya woid," she said. "If not you'll be outta heah b'fore youse can say 'Extry Extry Read all aboud it,'" she said with a smile. "Gonna be around a while?" she asked putting her hands on her hips.

[Prince]

"Full of adventure... yeah. Full of people who'd look at youse as soon as punch ya," she said smaking her fist in her hand. "Full of people who'll watch ya back if ya get in trouble," she said cocking her head to one side with a smile. "And full of ways to get into trouble," she finished with a sigh. "Bein' a newsie... yeah, it's full of adventure alright," she said. She took off her hat, and let her hair fall down around her shoulders. "Some people ain't always what dey seem though," she said in a higher voice, her normal voice. She put her hat back on her head, leaving her hair down, and it was long, almost half way down her back. "Welcome ta Queens," she said smiling.

[Prince]

"I'se figured it level's da playin' feild for me. If I appeah a boy like all da rest... den no one'll play boy and goil favorites." This was a lie, but Prince was a fair liar... or 'improver of the truth' as it were. "Dun look so suprised," she said. "Oh, and dun tell anyone. It's only da newsies who know. Anyone beyond dem finds out, and I'se could be in some big trouble," she said. She picked up her note book, and sat back down. She didn't continue to write, but looked up at Micky. "Make yaself at home." Before she wrote again she expertly wrapped her hair around her hand, and placed her hat on top to hide her hair once more. She picked up the pen once more and stared off into space a little.

[Prince]

"All yours," she said. She looked around the room at the messed up beds. You could tell which were occupied, and which were not. Prince slowly picked up her note book, and began to write once more, continuing the story she had previously started.

[samflintley]

Sam walked into the room, her worn leather bag thrown over her shoulder and her eyes cast down to the ground. She looked up nrevously at the two girls that were already in the room.
"Um, heya. Are any o' these beds taken?"

[Prince]

Prince looked up at Sam with a start, she hadn't heard her come in. Prince folded her arms. 'Two goils in one day?' It was definatly new for her to see that. "Yeah..." Prince said as she slowly stood up and made her way over to Sam. Her voice was deeper again, acting a boy once more. "See da ones dat are all messed up? Dem are taken. Da ones dat ain't... like dat one dere," she said pointing to a near by bed, "ain't. Welcome... I'm Prince," she said as she spit in her hand and held it towards Sam with a smile.

[samflintley]

Sam smiled slightly and spit in her hand, shaking Prince's.
"I'm Sam. Nice ta meet yah." she looked around. "You actually 'ave beds. A step up from wha' I'm used ta."

[Prince]

Prince smiled at her. "Yeah. Queens is nice... niceah den some of da oddah lodgin' houses," she said with a nod. "You been newsie long, or new to da whole business?" she asked good naturedly.

[samflintley]

Sam shifted nervously. “Uh, well, I was a pickpocket in ‘Hattan since I was ten. Now, I guess I wanna earn me money in a more respectable way. I been almost arrested too many times to no’ take i’ as a sign tha’ picketpocketin’ isn’ the profession for me. Wha’ about you?”

[Prince]

"I've... been a newsie most of my days," Prince said. Now... this wasn't false... nor was it true. It's hard to explain exactly what it was. "Been da leadah of Queens for a while now," she said. "Though... I like all newsies have my secrets... like..." she took her hat off, "I'm da only goil leadah in New York... but.... dun tell no one. Only da newsies know," Prince said with a smile. She liked to tell her story as soon as she could when it came to informing the newsies. Made everything less... awkward later.

[samflintley]

Sam smiled. "Yer secret's safe wit me. who'm I gonna tell?" She walked over to an unrumpled bed and dropped her bag onto it. "Is there anyt'ing I should know? Who to watch out for an' such?"