The sky was pure white as the sun set, the clouds shining like light
off an angel's wing. The Brooklyn Bridge was silent except for the
occasional scutter of a street-rat or a young orphan boy wandering the
streets.
On the Brooklyn docks, everything was fairly quiet. A few boys were gathered in a circle, and about thirty young men were sitting or standing with blank expressions on their faces; fiddling with their hats or suspenders.
"Look, it's not like this hasn't happened before!," a boy of around sixteen said. He had silvery blonde hair and big brown eyes that made him look much younger than his age. He was wearing a ragged blue button-up shirt and olive green pants. His suspenders were maroon, and apart from 'Klakz,' the few female newsies called him 'The Fashion Statement.' Of course, the yellow hat didn't help. Klakz was short, and because of that he was able to sell at least a hundred papes a day due to his 'cuteness.'
"Yeah, but since when has it been this bad?" An even older newsie demanded. He had gray eyes and red hair. His entire ensemble of an outfit was orange, which made him and his newspapers stand out from the rest. They called him 'Moida' since his favorite headlines involved murders. He was nineteen, and saving money so he could get a higher job in the newspaper business.
'I say we just leave. Move! What's he going to do without us?" This boy was plain looking, with brown hair and eyes. His shirt and hat were gray, but his pants and suspenders were dark brown. He was only fourteen, but a lot smarter than most of the other newsies. "If Spot learns that we're not his own personal gang, he'll tone it down a little."
The other newsies mumbled agreement and left to find a place to sleep.
On the Brooklyn docks, everything was fairly quiet. A few boys were gathered in a circle, and about thirty young men were sitting or standing with blank expressions on their faces; fiddling with their hats or suspenders.
"Look, it's not like this hasn't happened before!," a boy of around sixteen said. He had silvery blonde hair and big brown eyes that made him look much younger than his age. He was wearing a ragged blue button-up shirt and olive green pants. His suspenders were maroon, and apart from 'Klakz,' the few female newsies called him 'The Fashion Statement.' Of course, the yellow hat didn't help. Klakz was short, and because of that he was able to sell at least a hundred papes a day due to his 'cuteness.'
"Yeah, but since when has it been this bad?" An even older newsie demanded. He had gray eyes and red hair. His entire ensemble of an outfit was orange, which made him and his newspapers stand out from the rest. They called him 'Moida' since his favorite headlines involved murders. He was nineteen, and saving money so he could get a higher job in the newspaper business.
'I say we just leave. Move! What's he going to do without us?" This boy was plain looking, with brown hair and eyes. His shirt and hat were gray, but his pants and suspenders were dark brown. He was only fourteen, but a lot smarter than most of the other newsies. "If Spot learns that we're not his own personal gang, he'll tone it down a little."
The other newsies mumbled agreement and left to find a place to sleep.