|
|
Post by pupdawkinsseitz on Aug 24, 2008 20:46:51 GMT -5
The boy looked up at him again, his eyes got wide. He looked a little nervous and his small frame shook.
|
|
|
|
Post by les on Aug 24, 2008 20:48:33 GMT -5
As the boy started to shake, Les jumped a little bit, startled. "What's wrong? Are ya alright? Did I do somethin' wrong?" Les, being pretty young himself, thought he was making the boy sick, having no clue what he did.
|
|
|
|
Post by pupdawkinsseitz on Aug 24, 2008 20:49:54 GMT -5
The boy kept shaking especially when Les jumped, he let out a little whimper and cowered a bit.
|
|
|
|
Post by les on Aug 24, 2008 20:52:31 GMT -5
When the boy whimpered, Les almost started crying. He didn't want to hurt the boy, but he said, "I'm not gunna hoit ya I sweah, I'm a newsie, I'd nevah hoit no one."
Watching the boy shake aimlessly, he thought of what Sarah would do in this postition. Finally thinking of something, he wrapped his arms around the boy and said, "Shh...Shh...It's gunna be alright." Trying to be soothing, he said it in the boy's ear over and over, hopefully he would stop shaking.
|
|
|
|
Post by pupdawkinsseitz on Aug 24, 2008 20:56:36 GMT -5
The boy looked up at him in shock and stopped shaking. His face was tear streaked but then a miracle happened. The boy smiled a tiny little smile.
|
|
|
|
Post by les on Aug 24, 2008 20:59:02 GMT -5
When the boy smiled, Les wiped his face and sighed happily. He smiled back at the boy and said, "Can ya tell me yoah name now?" He asked it very shakily, but he still had his arms wrapped around the boy, hoping he didn't shake again.
|
|
|
|
Post by pupdawkinsseitz on Aug 24, 2008 21:01:14 GMT -5
The boy nodded slowly.
"Stuart. Stuart....Dawkins." The boy said not bothering to rub his tear streaked face. His face was very dirty and he looked quite skinny.
|
|
|
|
Post by les on Aug 24, 2008 21:03:33 GMT -5
"Stuart. Stuart....Dawkins."
"Stuart. Well, " He was wiping of his face a little bit more, "Let's get ya to eat the soup, then we can go back to the Manhattan Lodging House down the road, get ya cleaned, and get ya some new clothes."
Standing up, Les held his hand out for the boy, so he can stand up.
|
|
|
|
Post by pupdawkinsseitz on Aug 24, 2008 21:11:06 GMT -5
"Let's get ya to eat the soup, then we can go back to the Manhattan Lodging House down the road, get ya cleaned, and get ya some new clothes.""
Pup could't believe what he was hearing. Soup? New Clothes? It was too good to be true. He couldn't believe how nice this boy was being. Nobody had never been that nice to him, except his Daddy, His Daddy was always nice. Cept' Pup didn't even know his Daddy that well, since he was gone all day working at the World building, every day. His Mother was nice to him to, but only when his Daddy was home. She acted like a completely different person. His Daddy and Mother would kiss him good night every night and he would wonder and hope that that kiss from his Mother was real and that she would stop hitting him. He prayed for that to happen but it never did. Everyday it was the same thing. His mother would say that if he made one peep of noise to disturb her, she would beat him til he bled. He cried himself to sleep every night and his Daddy never knew it.
|
|
|
|
Post by les on Aug 24, 2008 21:14:07 GMT -5
Les started to walk over to the table with Stuart and sat down, letting him eat his soup.
He gave Mabel another appolegetic look and said, "Mabel, afta we eat, would ya mind takin' us to da Lodging House? I gotta get him cleaned up and get him some new clothes. I think he would be a good newsie..." He said, sort of frowning, remembering the price.
|
|
|
|
Post by valerie on Feb 12, 2009 10:05:36 GMT -5
***NEW DAY***
Valerie had certainly eaten in better looking establishments before. People were generally better dressed at least. In fact Father usually wouldn't step foot inside a restaurant that didn't require a jacket and tie. She couldn't help but smirk as she thought of this looking at the menu scrawled on the chalkboard.
Waiting for the waiter, she removed her white gloves and folded them neatly, putting them in her purse that laid in her lap.
|
|
|
|
Post by manhattan on Feb 25, 2009 12:18:02 GMT -5
>>>NEw Day<<<
Manhattan sat down at the table and blew her bangs out of her eyes. She hadnt seen many Newsies in here lately and she'd be willing to buy a friend some lunch for a bit of conversation. Taking off her hat she whistled a bit to herself as she cruised the menu, even though she knew it by heart.
|
|
|
|
Post by sarahjacobs on May 22, 2009 9:41:24 GMT -5
[New Day]
How long is forever, really? Sarah pondered this as she looked up from her book and stared outside through the smudged glass window. It wasn't the first time the question had invited itself into her subconscious, begging for some sort of an answer that she was unable to give. Once she had asked her mother who thought she was catching fever for asking such a question. Then she turned to David and asked him the same, to which he answered simply, as if she were asking him what made the icing atop a cake sweet, "An eternity, Sarah. Forever is as long as an eternity. Maybe a little shorter." She couldn't help but smile which seemed to satisfy her younger brother enough.
What had caused this sudden spout of deep thinking, she didn't know, entirely, but it sure did make her head hurt when she tried to figure out the whole thing.
|
|
|
|
Post by tumble on May 22, 2009 17:57:31 GMT -5
Tumbler trudged away from Central Park, kicking a stick down the sidewalk as he headed for Tibby's. He always started out selling with someone, groups of the Manhattan newsies, and then he would turn his back one moment and find that he had been deserted. He sighed, shaking his head. Lousy selling day too. It seemed even being a little kid didn't help sometimes. Was there anything good about being little?
He pushed the door open to Tibby's, looking around for anybody he knew. It seemed he had given in earlier that day, because he didn't see any familiar faces that lived at the Manhattan lodging house. He scanned the restaurant in disappointment, guessing he would just find a small table in the corner to sit at, until he spotted Sarah Jacobs sitting at a table by the Window, and a tiny smile spread across his face. He thought the Jacobs were okay people, even if they did act a little hoity toity sometimes and Sarah was nice...and Tumbler thought she was pretty, though he didn't admit that to anybody. He made his way over carefully, hoping Sarah wouldn't mind he sit with her. He didn't know her that great, but he had seen her around a lot.
"Hi," He greeted softly, grinning at her, his brown eyes big and innocent. "Can I sit here wit choo?" His extra papers were resting on his shoulder, ink smudging his hands.
|
|
|
|
Post by sarahjacobs on May 22, 2009 18:36:45 GMT -5
"If you'd like." Naturally, Sarah was good with children. She had two younger brothers, one significantly younger. She was a calm-tempered and easygoing person who mostly kept to herself. She didn't know many newsies and this kid was no exception. He did look familiar, but she knew she didn't know him. She smiled politely as he sat and looked back down at her book, not really reading it, just staring at the page.
|
|
