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Post by Jack Kelly on Aug 20, 2008 21:39:49 GMT -5
“That’s just like Pulitzer,” he muttered into his glass. “Give up who knows how much revenue simply for the pleasure of defeating a bunch of urchins and orphans.”
"Do we even know dats why he's raisin' prices this time." He sighed, taking another drink. "I mean, wes need to talk to them. We're assumin' stuff, and you know what they say, makin' asses and all." He chuckled lightly, shaking his head. "I don't know if he'd even talk tah me again. He's aint happy with me still, I'm sure."
“You mean like a reporter?” David asked. “You could do it.” Jack had a way with words – a way of making uninteresting happenings seem like front page news.
Jack grinned. "Really? Yeah..a reporter, photographer..I dunno." He shrugged, smiling sheepisly. "I just..it would be a good way tah keep helpin' dah newsies too." David's opinion was always going to matter to him, he figured. He wasn't smart enough to be a lawyer, but he could do somethin' with his life.
“And I’d love to compromise, Jack, you know I would, but we don’t have anything to bargain with. Like Racetrack said last time, ‘they got all the marbles,’” David said, doing a passable impression of the smaller newsie’s New York accent. Sighing, David sat back on the barstool. “If we’re going to negotiate, we’re going to need help.”
"Well you know what I said..but..Who can help us?" Jack rubbed the back of his neck, trying to sort it out. Truth be told, he wanted to climb into his bed and sleep for days. This was just a mess. "Ariannette of Caprice Hall would help...Medda too...but I don't know many other adults dat would help us out."
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Post by davidjacobs on Aug 22, 2008 0:01:07 GMT -5
"Do we even know dats why he's raisin' prices this time." He sighed, taking another drink. "I mean, wes need to talk to them. We're assumin' stuff, and you know what they say, makin' asses and all."
“Why else?” David asked, unable to keep the bitterness out of his voice. “It’s not like Pulitzer needs the money.” He took a long swallow of his water and slammed the glass back down on the bar. For a moment, he almost wished he did drink. Maybe this situation would make more sense through an alcoholic haze.
"I don't know if he'd even talk tah me again. He's aint happy with me still, I'm sure."
David couldn’t hold back a snort of laughter. “No, Jack, I don’t think you two are on the best of terms.” He scowled down at his glass. “We need someone who seems like one of them to present our objections. I met this one girl – Mabel Fitzpatrick. She’s well-spoken and pretty – the sort of kid people will feel for.” He looked at Jack and shrugged awkwardly. “Not that being well-spoken and pretty should matter, but with men like Pulitzer, appearance is everything. It’s one thing to look like your starving a bunch of roughneck teenage boys; it’s another when it’s a classy young girl.” He sighed. “It’s not right, but it’s true. The more newsies like her we can find, the better off we’ll be.”
"I just..it would be a good way tah keep helpin' dah newsies too."
David couldn’t help grinning back. “Wouldn’t the guys like that? Jack Kelly working for the papes.” He clapped his friend on his shoulder and chuckled. “One of their own writing the headlines.” He shook his head, still smiling. “Wouldn’t that be something?”
"Ariannette of Caprice Hall would help...Medda too...but I don't know many other adults dat would help us out."
David sighed. Jack was right. They couldn’t count on the governor coming to their aid at the last minute this time. He was just contemplating this new and exciting problem when he noticed how tired Jack looked. “Have you given up sleeping?” he asked, frowning at the bags under Jack’s eyes.
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Post by Jack Kelly on Aug 24, 2008 17:10:08 GMT -5
“Why else?” David asked, unable to keep the bitterness out of his voice. “It’s not like Pulitzer needs the money.”
"Yeah but..what about the other people? Journalists, photographers--maybe they're hurtin'." Jack sighed, and finished his beer, ordering a water instead. "I just..I know greed is the big thing that makes people do everythin', but maybe not this time?"
“No, Jack, I don’t think you two are on the best of terms.” He scowled down at his glass. “We need someone who seems like one of them to present our objections. I met this one girl – Mabel Fitzpatrick. She’s well-spoken and pretty – the sort of kid people will feel for.” He looked at Jack and shrugged awkwardly. “Not that being well-spoken and pretty should matter, but with men like Pulitzer, appearance is everything. It’s one thing to look like your starving a bunch of roughneck teenage boys; it’s another when it’s a classy young girl.” He sighed. “It’s not right, but it’s true. The more newsies like her we can find, the better off we’ll be.”
Jack nodded. "Well, we's got you, Mabel, Sweets...Hawkeye got a real sweet demanour and can talk well when she puts her mind to it..." He bit his lip. "Bumblets, Racetrack and Blink well.." He chuckled. "If we can convince dem its in their best interest to clean up and act right, maybe we got them too."
“Wouldn’t the guys like that? Jack Kelly working for the papes.” He clapped his friend on his shoulder and chuckled. “One of their own writing the headlines.” He shook his head, still smiling. “Wouldn’t that be something?”
Jack grinned at David, shrugging. "Or they will think I turncoated again." He nodded though. "But hey if I got ya behind me, I aint so worried." He was glad to know David thought it wasn't a foolish idea.
“Have you given up sleeping?”
"What I tell Hawkeye? Heavy head that wears the crown?" Jack smiled sheepishly, even blushing a bit. "I just lay down tah sleep and everything starts rushing through my head--I just want to get this sorted."
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Post by davidjacobs on Aug 24, 2008 21:57:00 GMT -5
"Yeah but..what about the other people? Journalists, photographers--maybe they're hurtin'.
“Maybe,” David replied bitterly. “But I think Pulitzer will keep them happy with the money he takes from us. After all, every tenth of a cent adds up,” he added in the most high-flouted, pretentious voice he could manage.
"I just..I know greed is the big thing that makes people do everythin', but maybe not this time?"
“Find me another answer then, Jack,” sighed David, the oily water in his glass reflecting his mood far too well. “Find me another answer.”
"Well, we's got you, Mabel, Sweets...Hawkeye got a real sweet demanour and can talk well when she puts her mind to it... Bumblets, Racetrack and Blink well.. If we can convince dem its in their best interest to clean up and act right, maybe we got them too."
David nodded slowly, gnawing thoughtfully on his bottom lip. “We need to look like sad little kids in desperate need of help.” He looked up at Jack, grinning in spite of himself. “It isn’t proud, but it will have to do.”
"I just lay down tah sleep and everything starts rushing through my head--I just want to get this sorted."
David chuckled. “Well, make sure you do get some rest. You won’t get anything sorted if you don’t have two brain cells to rub together.” He raised his eyebrows at Jack. “So what’s the plan, Your Majesty? How would you like to open negotiations? First we need to rally our poster children and then we need to find someone who will talk to us – all of that is easier said than done, by the way,” he added with a grim smile.
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Post by Jack Kelly on Aug 25, 2008 18:36:37 GMT -5
“But I think Pulitzer will keep them happy with the money he takes from us. After all, every tenth of a cent adds up,”
Jack shook his head. "I know, David, I know." He just didn't know what to do. He felt like he was stuck in a dead end alley, and both Delancey's closin' in quick. He wasn't made for this sort of thinking.
“Find me another answer then, Jack,” sighed David, the oily water in his glass reflecting his mood far too well. “Find me another answer.”
"You're the brain, David. I was hoping you'd find me the answer; the one that wasn't striking." He sighed, fingering his bandanna.
“We need to look like sad little kids in desperate need of help.” He looked up at Jack, grinning in spite of himself. “It isn’t proud, but it will have to do.”
Rolling his eyes, Jack nodded. "Eh, proud; we's got our own form of pride here. Besides, playin' those who try to play us--there is some fun in that, right?"
Well, make sure you do get some rest. You won’t get anything sorted if you don’t have two brain cells to rub together.” He raised his eyebrows at Jack. “So what’s the plan, Your Majesty? How would you like to open negotiations? First we need to rally our poster children and then we need to find someone who will talk to us – all of that is easier said than done, by the way,”
Jack laughed. "Well first you tell me to get some sleep so I can think, and then you ask me to start organizing which takes thinking." He reached across and ruffled David's hair a bit. "First things first. I'll sleep, then we can get us some of our 'poster children' as you said."
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Post by davidjacobs on Aug 25, 2008 23:05:30 GMT -5
"You're the brain, David. I was hoping you'd find me the answer; the one that wasn't striking."
David looked up at Jack, smiling grimly. “Let’s not worry about striking just yet. Negotiation is the first step.” He lifted his glass, swirling the water absently, watching the tiny waves. “Striking is the last option. It always is.” He tapped his temple with his forefinger. “So says the brain.”
"Eh, proud; we's got our own form of pride here. Besides, playin' those who try to play us--there is some fun in that, right?"
David’s sardonic smile widened into a genuine grin. “You bet,” he said. “And this time, maybe we’ll beat them at their own game.” They would go to the politicians and freelance reporters first and beg for their help. It wasn’t proud, but seeing Pulitzer defeated was worth any amount of groveling.
First things first. I'll sleep, then we can get us some of our 'poster children' as you said."
David shrank away from Jack’s hand, feigning a scowl. “All right,” he said, smiling just a little. “You sleep. I’ve been asking around for kids who might fit the bill, maybe you should do the same. In a few days do you want to meet up and exchange names?” A part of David was excited for the action to start, but another part of him was sad that his most recent conversation with Jack had revolved entirely around this unpleasantness.
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Post by Jack Kelly on Aug 29, 2008 23:39:03 GMT -5
“Let’s not worry about striking just yet. Negotiation is the first step.” ... “Striking is the last option. It always is.” He tapped his temple with his forefinger. “So says the brain.”
Jack smiled, rolling his eyes. "Well I'm glad your brain tells your mouth the right things to say." He felt a lot better about the situation now. They always made it work out some how; this wouldn't be any different as long as they kept trying to think it through.
“You sleep. I’ve been asking around for kids who might fit the bill, maybe you should do the same. In a few days do you want to meet up and exchange names?”
Jack chuckled. "Wait, dontcha need to be sleeping too?" He finished his water, standing up. "Is can't have my brain gettin' no sleep either. Besides you gotta keep up with your sleep with school and all." He felt a bit bad getting David to help so much, on top of his school work. "And yeah, a couple days is fine."
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Post by davidjacobs on Sept 4, 2008 22:33:36 GMT -5
(I am so horribly sorry this took so long. I apologize.)
"Well I'm glad your brain tells your mouth the right things to say."
David chuckled bitterly and drained his glass. "Well, sometimes, anyway," he said. "Sometimes my brain tells my mouth to say things that should stay in my head." He smirked, looking at Jack out of the corner of his eye. "But what can you expect from a guy called The Walking Mouth? At least you get to be Cowboy, Francis." He knew it drove Jack a little crazy to be called by his birth name, so David made a point of doing it as often as possible. After all, it wasn't as though he had to hide it anymore, David thought with a grin.
"Wait, dontcha need to be sleeping too? Is can't have my brain gettin' no sleep either. Besides you gotta keep up with your sleep with school and all."
David smiled. "I'll sleep, Jack. Don't worry." Then he schooled his face into an expression of mock indignation when Jack mentioned school. "What? You don't think I can handle school and a massive and potentially explosive union situation at the same time? I can't believe how much you underestimate me, Jack!"
But David couldn't deny that he was tired. He swayed a little bit as he got to his feet, though he'd had nothing, but water to drink. "Maybe I should be getting home," he confessed. "Are you heading back to the lodging house?" he asked Jack.
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Post by Jack Kelly on Sept 12, 2008 19:25:39 GMT -5
((I'm SO sorry. I've been massively busy. I missed this. Sorry sorry *Grovelgrovel*))
"Well, sometimes, anyway," he said. "Sometimes my brain tells my mouth to say things that should stay in my head." He smirked, looking at Jack out of the corner of his eye. "But what can you expect from a guy called The Walking Mouth? At least you get to be Cowboy, Francis."
Jack chuckled. "Well Cowboy's ain't known to be too smart. I'd rather be a brain." He shrugged, running a hand through his hair. "But I guess we always want a bit of what we don't have, right?"
"I'll sleep, Jack. Don't worry." Then he schooled his face into an expression of mock indignation when Jack mentioned school. "What? You don't think I can handle school and a massive and potentially explosive union situation at the same time? I can't believe how much you underestimate me, Jack!"
Jack laughed, shaking his head. "Gah, dem other lawyers gonna be shaking in their boots once you pass the Bar." He fingered his glass, stretching slightly. "So if I ever get in trouble with the law, you best be working on my side. I'd plea out if I saw you on dah other side."
"Maybe I should be getting home," he confessed. "Are you heading back to the lodging house?"
Jack shrugged, nodding. "Yeah, I best be checking on my kids anyways." He smiled slightly, patting him on the shoulder. "Tell your parents hi for me, okay?"
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Post by davidjacobs on Sept 19, 2008 14:25:21 GMT -5
(I don't worry about it at all! It took me so long to get back to this that I wasn't really expecting you to notice. The fault is mine. =D College is devouring my life)
. "Well Cowboy's ain't known to be too smart. I'd rather be a brain. But I guess we always want a bit of what we don't have, right?"
"Yeah," David admitted, unable to help casting a rueful look down at his shoes. How many times he had he wished he could be bold like Jack? How many times had he wished he was brave enough to use that brain Jack was so sure he had? It was easier now, of course, but sometimes he still felt a cold spike of envy whenever he realized that he lived in a different world from most of his friends. Idiot! he thought bitterly. Most of them would give anything to have what you have. Stop being a selfish ass.
He realized he was scowling and immediately forced his face into a more amiable expression.
"Gah, dem other lawyers gonna be shaking in their boots once you pass the Bar. So if I ever get in trouble with the law, you best be working on my side. I'd plea out if I saw you on dah other side."
David laughed. "I don't know about that, Jack. There are some lawyers out there who could make you believe that the sky was green and the grass was blue." His grin turned grim. "But I hope I wouldn't find you in any trouble that I wasn't involved in as well." He shook his head and chuckled. "Anyway, I think I could get out of prosecuting you. My judgment would be compromised."
"Tell your parents hi for me, okay?"
David nodded, unable to keep a worried frown from his face. Jack still didn't look well, but David supposed there was nothing he could do, but try to take on some of his burden on to his own shoulders. "I will," he said. "You should stop by for dinner sometime. Mama and Papa are always asking after you."
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Post by Sarah Williams on Sept 8, 2009 22:43:47 GMT -5
[New Day]
[New Day]
Sarah was trying to get out and see a bit of the city, which she hadn't managed much of since she arrived a few days ago. It had taken that long to put together a show that she could at least be proud of, the girls had been quick studies and all Sarah could do now was hope that it all worked out. So she had gone for a walk, mostly up to Manhattan to see Irving Hall, check out what Naomi had loosely called the competition.
That was when she'd stumbled across the pub and had decided that it had been far too long since she'd had some decent whiskey. Walking up the the bar, she settled on one of the stools and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it smoothly and watching the smoke curl up into the dark shadows of the pub.
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Post by Specs on Sept 9, 2009 20:49:55 GMT -5
Somehow, Specs had never fallen into the habit of smoking. Gambling? Occasionally. Drinking? Certainly. Swearing? Like a fuggin' sailor. But he'd never really smoked. Which is why, when he felt the need to indulge a vice (or two) he would head over to a bar first thing. No one would think he was only seventeen; he looked old enough to be whatever age you wanted him to be. He was in the area of Hell's Kitchen and could remember someone telling him (maybe Bumlets, since he was from around here) about a bar. Specs found it without much of a problem. Now the only thing was how much money he had and how much booze he could get with--
Hel-lo...
Automatically Specs slid into the seat next to the gorgeous woman at the bar. He placed his order with the bartender mindlessly, trying to look at her as best he could out the coner of his eye. Wow, what a figure on her. And her face was somthin' else, too. If he could pull this one off, he'd forgive Brook for making him lose Piper the other night...
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Post by Sarah Williams on Sept 9, 2009 20:56:52 GMT -5
Sarah saw the shadow as he moved to sit beside her, felt his eyes on her and couldn't help the smirk that tugged at her lips as she took a long drag off her cigarette before turning and facing him. He had youngish looking features, probably passed for older but it's not like Sarah minded, he had a sweet face and he could be fun. "Well aren't you just a tall drink of water," She said slowly, making a show of looking him over from head to toe, taking another long drag off of her cigarette.
Sarah was a flirt. It wasn't exactly something she could stop herself from doing, it was ingrained into her psyche and as natural to her as breathing. Her career lent itself to this particular aspect of her personality which was helpful and besides, what was the harm in having a little fun?
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Post by Specs on Sept 11, 2009 16:43:23 GMT -5
Yowza.
Apparently she was going to make this easy for him. He smirked and angled himself toward her, reciprocating the gesture of looking her over. "Well...a knockout like you is welcome to take a sip..." He gave her a wink. Not a bad line, for him to have pulled it out of nowhere. He found himself wondering exactly how old this dame was, anyway...well, by the looks of her, it wouldn't matter too much. But hey, by the looks of her, he didn't too much care.
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Post by Sarah Williams on Sept 11, 2009 17:23:52 GMT -5
She considered him for a moment, eager fella that he was, he wasn't bad to look at and his response sent a slow smile across Sarah's features as she took another drag off her cigarette. "Careful who you're offering to darling, don't know who just might take you up on the offer," She warned, a teasing tone in her voice as she reached for her glass of whiskey and took a sip.
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