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Post by Specs on Oct 15, 2008 16:55:52 GMT -5
"One day a girl will go threw you as quickly as you do her.."
Specs scoffed. "Shit, Brian, if a girl wanted the same thing from me that I wanted from her, all my problems would be solved." If, by some miracle, a girl was as detatched from the situation as he was, that would make him a happy person. His problem was that sometimes he made promises he didn't intend to keep, and that girls expected him to keep. That was when it got ugly. But he knew that he wouldn't ever be in the position as one of his girls. He never got attached. The day he truly gets stuck on a girl, he might as well marry her right then and there.
"We're not kids anymore, what are we going to do with the rest of our lives? None of us can afford to be blacklsited from other jobs when we've grown out of this one. I can't afford it, I'm almost nineteen.."
He flinched. Specs despised anyone talking about the future. He was having a hard enough time with the past and present. He couldn't help but to agree with Bumlets: they were getting older. Specs was half a year away from turning eighteen himself. "At least you don't got half as much to worry about. You're smart, Brian. You got somethin', don't ya? I don't have a damn prayer." Specs knew he wasn't smart, and that he had no talents to speak of. How was he going to get a job once he stopped selling papers?
"Striking may get us no where... we did it once and won because we stopped the city. I can't see that working again.."
"Hell, no." Specs said. "There's no way in hell we're getting all the support we did the first time. People get tired of the same things again and again, don't they?" He couldn't imagine the support for another strike being as vehement as it was for the first one. "Damn news tycoons. I should run the goddam papers..."
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Post by Bumlets Russo on Oct 15, 2008 19:12:37 GMT -5
"Shit, Brian, if a girl wanted the same thing from me that I wanted from her, all my problems would be solved."
He smirked, in all honestly he was more thinking about a girl that Specs couldn't shake and wanted him in the same fashion, he chuckled and sighed. "If that were the case a lot of problems would be solved, if everyone wanted the same thing the world wouldn't be nearly as interesting or as complicated."
"At least you don't got half as much to worry about. You're smart, Brian. You got somethin', don't ya? I don't have a damn prayer."
He sighed, shaking his head. True, he was smart. And insightful to a large degree but he had little education to back up that quick mind. Even so he had no intention of being a paper boy for the rest of his life. That would only make things a lot worse when the time came for him to grow up and leave the lodging house. Nearly nineteen was a scary thing to only be a newsboy.
"You'll figure it out Drew. You always figure something out and land on your feet. That is a feat even some of the smartest people in the country have yet to figure out."
"Hell, no." Specs said. "There's no way in hell we're getting all the support we did the first time. People get tired of the same things again and again, don't they?" He couldn't imagine the support for another strike being as vehement as it was for the first one. "Damn news tycoons. I should run the goddam papers..."
And then like a flash it hit him and he sat straight up, thinking. "Maybe-- we should run the papers.." Oh the wheels were turning in good old Bumlet's brain, and Brian Russo had a lot to offer when it came to brains. He tapped his fingers on his knees as he thought about it. "You know something, you're got the business mind, Andrew. Jack's got the power to move people... what if we wrote an article and got The Sun to run it?" An article about the plight of the newsboys, from the perspective of the newsboys.
"It could work.."
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Post by Specs on Oct 16, 2008 21:23:39 GMT -5
"If that were the case a lot of problems would be solved, if everyone wanted the same thing the world wouldn't be nearly as interesting or as complicated."
Specs considered. He could deal with uncomplicated. But he liked to keep things interesting, especially when it came to his girlfriends. He would sometimes flirt with someone he knew he wouldn't get a response out of, just for a change of pace. It was so tiring, having girls fall at his feet all the time. He gave a shrug. "I guess so. But hey, it might just be a win-win. I get the girl, they get me, everybody's happy." Specs grinned smugly.
"You'll figure it out Drew. You always figure something out and land on your feet. That is a feat even some of the smartest people in the country have yet to figure out."
Specs shrugged. "I been lucky so far." Then he considered for a moment, and touched on a subject he usually tried to leave alone. "I guess since I been so unlucky when I was a kid, I'm getting made up for it now. But you got talent, Brian. You write, don't you? What do I got? A goddam whole lot of nothin'." His bad mood was going away fast. He needed to get off this subject. Why'd he even let Bumlets start him on this, anyway?
"Maybe-- we should run the papers.."
Specs looked at Bumlets, expecting to see a grin on his face, indicating he was kidding. But no. Brian had that look. He was thinking. And Specs didn't like it. "Brian..." he said warily. "I was kidding. Don't even--"
"You know something, you're got the business mind, Andrew. Jack's got the power to move people... what if we wrote an article and got The Sun to run it?"
"--go there." He finished flatly. He shook his head, holding his hands out, looking askance. "Are you nuts? You think a paper like the Sun would run an article written by us? Denton wouldn't run an article written by us..." He knew that he could hardly write. He could read fine, but his writing was about as good as a six-year-old's. "Besides. We already got in the papes. People see things in the pape the first time, they get all jazzed about about it. They see it a second or third time, it ain't nothin' that ain't happened before. No one wants to read about newsies anymore."
"It could work.."
"It could," Specs said. "I couldn't tell you if it will."
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Post by Bumlets Russo on Oct 19, 2008 16:14:24 GMT -5
"I guess since I been so unlucky when I was a kid, I'm getting made up for it now. But you got talent, Brian. You write, don't you? What do I got? A goddam whole lot of nothin'."
"I've got talent and no foot hold...." he needed something, a way to get into the industry and to keep a firm grip. Brains got you about no where if you didn't figure out a way to handle yourself. If you couldn't do something with the brains that god gave you--- then you deserved nothing.
"Are you nuts? You think a paper like the Sun would run an article written by us? Denton wouldn't run an article written by us...Besides. We already got in the papes. People see things in the pape the first time, they get all jazzed about about it. They see it a second or third time, it ain't nothin' that ain't happened before. No one wants to read about newsies anymore."
"But people, important people READ the paper, Andrew. They actually read the articles so they know about the world around them. If we write an expose about the lives of the newsies we could bring some light to how hard it is on us to survive. Life isn't easy for anyone but we make the most of it. If we did it, with brains and subtlety--"
"It could," Specs said. "I couldn't tell you if it will."
"What do we have to lose, Drew? Seriously.. we're running out of options.."
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Post by Specs on Nov 4, 2008 15:39:28 GMT -5
"I've got talent and no foot hold...."
"Better than having a foot hold and no talent!" Specs exclaimed. "And that there's better than having nothin'. Foot holds can come and go, Bum, but talent is somethin' you always got." Specs had no real talent to speak of, unless you counted womanizing or swearing a talent. But he figured he would find his way with things. They all would. It was just the matter that some people are luckier than others in what they end up as.
"But people, important people READ the paper, Andrew. They actually read the articles so they know about the world around them. If we write an expose about the lives of the newsies we could bring some light to how hard it is on us to survive. Life isn't easy for anyone but we make the most of it. If we did it, with brains and subtlety--"
"Brains and subtlety," Specs interrupted. "That means, you do it. I have neither brains nor suttle-ty," he pronounced the word wrong, and shook his head. "You really think this jackass plan is going to work, Brian?" he asked, suddenly serious. "Because if you can look me in the face and tell me that this shit is really gonna work...then I'm all for it."
"What do we have to lose, Drew? Seriously.. we're running out of options.."
"Story of our lives..." he mumbled. "And you know I hate it when you call me Drew..."
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Post by Bumlets Russo on Nov 19, 2008 17:12:06 GMT -5
"Brains and subtlety," Specs interrupted. "That means, you do it. I have neither brains nor suttle-ty," he pronounced the word wrong, and shook his head. "You really think this jackass plan is going to work, Brian?" he asked, suddenly serious. "Because if you can look me in the face and tell me that this shit is really gonna work...then I'm all for it."
Brian leaned back again and gave his friend a look, "Yeah I think it could but it'll take some time and preparation... We can't let anyone else get picked up by the bulls.." he wouldn't mind some of the Manhattan girls getting picked up or any of them really but there were a few that he would rather not, and all of his friends. He sighed and ran his hands threw his hair. "It was a thought, Drew.." he smirked, it was rare that Bumlets told jokes but getting at Andrew was something new..
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Post by snoddy on Nov 19, 2008 17:54:48 GMT -5
Snoddy made his way into the bunk room, nodding in greeting to his two friends as he passed by them. "Heya fellas." Reaching his own bunk a few rows down he collapsed onto it resting his arms behind his head with a sigh. "You bums sell today or what?" He had spent the last ten minutes downstairs warming up by the fire, and his friend's lack of shivering seemed to indicate they'd taken the day off. Of course, Snoddy wasn't the best nor the quickest at selling, so it was just as likely that they had finished hours ago.
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Post by dutchy on Mar 18, 2010 13:44:09 GMT -5
((LMAO old Snoddy! What a strange experience!! Holy cow...))
>>NEW DAY<< ((No kidding...))
Dutchy laid on his bunk, one leg dangling off the side, a ratty dime novel in his chest, propped up with his right hand, his good hand. He'd found it in a book store, and had enough money to buy it, though he hadn't must to spare lately. It was interesting, an old west novel, which Dutchy always like and it didn't hurt that Jack seemed to regard him a bit more favorably after he was lent one.
"What's scum?" Tom asked, studying the sign post into town displaying the words "Absolutely No Scum" at the end of it.
Billy the Kid tipped his hat away from his eyes with a flick of his finger, "Well, Tom, that's bad types." He explained as if teaching one of Doc's classes back East, "Politicians, bankers, cattle-kings... Scum..."
That seemed pretty reasonable to Tom, so the young boy didn't ask twice, though he caught Doc giving Billy nothing short of an exasperated, but some what amused, glare.
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