About your character- Your name is Amelia Tsovesky, you are a 16 year old orphan. You have red hair and green eyes, where they came from you don't know since your Russian/Japanese. Since you were very young you've traveled the world, so you know a lot about different cultures and languages. Food is probably your best and worst habit of all…….you can't get enough, whether cooking it or eating it….especially eating it! You decided to come to America in hopes of settling down and starting your own restaurant, after all it is the land of opportunity! While this is your main reason, you are also trying to escape from several ill-intentioned friends. You have very big chest, decent waist size (not small but decent), and short legs, all in all you have a curvy figure! I will not be writing in an accent you will have to read in one. I don't own Newsies; I wish I did because Spot would have been in it way more. Amelia is my own character...alnog with the bad guy and the captain.......plus her friends Lalynn and Spike.....but they don't come in until much later!!!!!!!

"Hhmmmm," I sighed looking out over the water, barely catching a glimpse of the dolphin to the starboard side, "Almost to America and away from….them." Who they where and what they wanted I didn't know…but it was a good thing I learned from Ichigo Sensei while I was in Japan the last time.

"Mia," Came a deep, rough voice from behind me, "We are approaching the harbor. Will you need anything?"

"Oh, n...no," I smiled and looked back at the captain, "I don't think so, after all you have been so kind to me already, not throwing me overboard or anything for being a stow-away."

The Captain moved closer to where I was, "I think you earned a room here," we both chuckled and he winked at me. Glancing back over the water, now able to see the dock clearly, I remembered all the cleaning, cooking, mopping and sewing I did while on board the ship, "I guess I did, didn't I." He smiled down at me, "Anytime Amelia…anytime."

I nodded and gathered my things from below deck, said good bye to all my friends and headed back to the front of the ship. I could see guys goofing around on the deck that I needed to walk on…….great I thought looking down at what I was wearing. Traveling had taught me to always be prepared for anything and to be dressed for it to, so I wore a short Russian button up jacket, Egyptian cotton free-flowing pants, see-through belly dancing type skirt cut into long then stripes and Japanese flatfooted, knee-high boots. To Americans this will probably be very skimpy, but to me it means being able to fight and protect myself more than I would be able to in a long skirt. I started to get that feeling you get when you enter something forbidden and more trouble than you bargained for and looked up as the ship came to stop at the dock…just as this guy was knocked off into the water….bringing the guy who pushed him down with him. I laughed at them as I walked down the gang-plank, turning to wave good buy to the Captain. I watched a very good looking guy sell a newspaper to a girl who was blushing from her head to her feet. Then the whistling began, "Hey good looking...if all the girls dress like that, where you're from, I'm moving!"and the rest of the guys "Ya, me too's".

I was about to say something when, "Mia" came from the ship sailing off in the distance, "Don't stay in Brooklyn to long, it gets pretty dangerous out at night. Head for Manhattan and look for a woman named Medda, she's a good friend of mine and she'll take real good care of you!"

I waved and started to walk backwards off the dock and onto the pathway, when I ran into one of the guys. I turned around readjusting a hairpin, "Oh, sorry. I guess I should have been watching were I was going."

"I guess you should," the guys said staring me down. I moved to his left only to be caught by the arm, "and where do you think you are going?"

"Manhattan. Let go please." I tried to yank my arm away and his grip only tightened. A creepy smile spread across his face, "You from Manhattan eh? Well not for much longer."

I used my bag to knock him off balance and rip my arm out of his grip and ran in a direction I thought was the path that I needed. Running quickly I passed the guy I had seen selling papers earlier and tripped slightly but was able to pass it off as I glanced over my shoulder to see if the other guy was still chasing after me. Passing street after street, I crossed a very long, and I mean long, bridge and then slowed to a walk. I noticed it was getting darker by the minute and decided I would have to find a place to stay for the night. Out of nowhere I smelled the faint smell of hard tobacco……a cigar. I walked towards it, never having been afraid of new smells or new people unless they freaked me out. "Hello, anybody there? I need to be in Manhattan but I don't know how to get there. Could you help me out?"

"What is a girl doing out so late? Don't you know its dangerous out this close to Brooklyn?" Out walked an Italian boy about my age, with a cigar hanging out of his mouth.
"No, I don't know how dangerous it is, I am not from around here. Would you mind telling me if I am in Manhattan?" I walked closer to him and started to walk with him as he motioned me to follow. "You are in Manhattan. The names Racetrack, how about you? Why are you in New York?" I laughed at the questions, "My name is Amelia Tsovesky; traveller of the world. Name the place I've been there, name something to do I've done it. I came to New York so I could get a fresh start. Oh, do you know a lady by the name of Medda?"
"Sure do," Race said, blowing out smoke through his nose, "It's to late to take you to her tonight, but tomorrow I will. You can stay here." I looked up at a building that seemed to appear out of nowhere, a sign above the door read 'Newsboys Lodging House'. "I'm a newsie, I sell papes, and this is where newsies stay. One guest per newsie a night, you can be my guest." He said tossing his cigar over into the street and opening the door, and allowed me to enter first. There were lots of guys ranging in ages from 7-18, all playing around, throwing stuff, poker tables, a fireplace.......just doing normal things.
"Hey Kloppman, where's Cowboy?"

The man named Kloppman nodded towards the stairs, "Up talking with David." Racetrack signed a ledger and looked over at me, "You'll need to sign in and pay 5 cents for the night. that's half the price we pay so you are getting a good deal." I walked over and signed my name, noticing Race had only put an x, "You know how to write," he asked with a questioning look on his face. Before I could answer two older looking guys came from upstairs, "Hey Race," they said in unison, "Who is your friend?" One of them looked me over while the other one caught my eyes and blushed. Racetrack spit shook with both of them and said, "Her name is Amelia, I found her over by the Brooklyn Bridge. She didn't know where she was so I told her and she's looking for Medda Jack." The one that had looked me over must have been Jack because his eyes opened real wide. "So you know Medda, huh?" He stuck his hand out to shake but not before spitting in it," I shrugged, spit in my hand and shook his.

"No, I don't know her personally. The captain of a whaler told me to look her up," I started to dig in my pockets for money so I could pay the rent when I felt a huge roll of something, pulling it out I noticed it was a huge roll of money. Carefully I put it back and finally found 5 cents, I'd figure out what the money was for later. "That's alright, Medda is a nice woman, she'll help you out, but until then I guess you are a newsie. I'm Jack Kelly but everyone calls me Cowboy," he smiled and I returned it, looking at the other one, "You must be David, nice to meet you." I shook hands with him. Shortly after, Racetrack hollered at me, "Hey Amelia, come play." I smiled and replied walking over, "Race I'd love to play." One of the other guys came walking over, "Hiya Amelia, I'm Crutchy. You gonna play Racetrack here. He is the best around, you are probably gonna lose." Everyone chuckled. "I think Race has probably earned that reputation but I'm not to bad myself. On the sail over I played a lot with the crew." I popped my knuckles and slung down some change, "I'm in."

After several very long minutes, and many folds it was down to Race and I, "You ready to lose Amelia." Everyone laughed at us and my reply, "Nope, I am ready to win. Want to fold?" I smiled evilly. Out of nowhere the guys in the room seemed to close in on us like flies to a light and started to count one, two and three. We both put down our cards, Race's hand was really good but mine was a royal flush, "I love the thrill of the game, keep your money." I stood and grabbed my bag and the guys had started to go upstairs so I figured I would too. A lot of the guys came up to me and told me who they were. I met Pie Eater, Bummlets, Mush, Skittery, Kid Blink and little Boots. Race grabbed my arm and led me to a bunk that was across from Crutchy's, "You can sleep on the bunk below mine." I nodded in agreement as he started to climb into bed. "Heya Crutchy, what is wrong?" I took off my shirt to reveal a tight woven green material covering my chest and most of my stomach. "Ahh, nothing to worry about," he said laying down. Shrugging I took off my bottoms so I could adjust my shorts…they were knee length of the same color. All of a sudden I heard Mush say, "Amelia worn somebody before you change." I started to make a smart comment when I noticed that Jack and David where gone. "Where did Cowboy and David go," I asked pulling on a nightgown. "Jack took David home, he has a family." I nodded and climbed into bed. Kloppman yelled lights out from downstairs as I finished putting all my stuff into the dresser Race and I would now be sharing. I quickly grabbed the roll of money and jumped into bed. "Good night," we all said. When I was sure that everyone was asleep I turned on little lamp next to my bed so I could see how much he had given me. It seemed forever as I counted it all in all it came to $2500. I couldn't believe it; it had to be the captains entire savings, why would he give it to me? Then I found a little note, "Amelia, You are like the daughter I never had. I care for you as if you were my own. Take care of yourself little one and use this money for your business. The men and I love you, and shall always refer to you as the Queen of our hearts. Love, Captain." I smiled and wiped the tear away that had crept out on my eye and fell asleep after putting the money away.