Disclaimer: I don't own any of the newsies. I don't own the basic plot, but
the idea for doing it for this story.
Notes: Hey, it's me again with another story! I've had this idea for a while, and just had to get it out on paper. It's like LOTR, newsies style. The newsies characters are taking the place of the original fellowship created by Tolkien. This is based more on the movies than the books, although references are made to the books.
Ok, small casting call for this story. I need some girl characters to play Eowyn, Rosie and other miscellaneous characters. Guys I need for Faramir, Theoden, Gollum, Elrond, Mr. Butterbur and others. I can't remember all of them. I have the fellowship picked out already. Please understand that if you're picked, you might not show up for a while. Certain characters don't appear until much later in the story. Also remember that I also need evil characters and would be very grateful if some of you picked those characters to play. Ok, the info I need is: Name, nick, appearance, personality, character you want to play, likes and dislikes and anything else you think I need to know.
Updating might be slow. I have a lot to do. I will do my best however. Right now, I have to finish a photography project due Friday. Besides, I'm working on another story. No, it's not another Newsies story. It's a musical I'm writing just for the fun of it and maybe someday will try to get it on stage. Oh, one more thing. Some of the newsies from the movie won't be in the lodging house. Some of them are representing elves, dwarves, and rangers. So, if you don't see your favorite at first, you might later on. Some characters might not appear to be themselves, but don't worry. Changes had to be made in order for the story to begin.
Some parts in this might seem a little out of place or pointless, but it's just so you'll meet some of the characters and see who they represent from Lord of the Rings. Enjoy! There sadly isn't a lot of humor except in the beginning, but I'll try to work it in.
The Lord of the Pennies
It all began in New York, in a place called Manhattan. A group of people called newsies lived there, in a lodging house. It was almost time for the birthday of an important newsie, Uncle, as he was known by everyone. His only true nephew was a boy by the name of Mush Meyers.
Early one morning, a horse-drawn carriage pulled up in front of the lodging house and an older man stepped out. He stepped into the building and to a familiar brown door.
"Kloppman," a voice yelled out. The old man looked over to see Mush rushing towards him, excitement dancing in his eyes, "It's about time you showed up. Why were you late?"
"I'm not late," Kloppman told Mush, "I arrived just in time I should think. Now, where is your uncle?"
"Just down the hall," Mush answered, "He's been in there a lot lately. Won't come out unless it's for meals and still sometimes eats in there. Do you have any idea what happening Kloppman?"
"You'll find out in due time," Kloppman replied, "Shouldn't you be getting ready? The party is tomorrow after all." Mush took the hint, hugged his old friend quickly and then ran back upstairs.
Once Kloppman was sure that Mush was gone, he went down the hall and knocked loudly on the door pointed out to him. He knocked quietly on the door with the walking stick he held.
"Go away," a voice called out, "I'm don't want company."
"What about a distant friend come for a visit," Kloppman asked. The door opened seconds later, revealing the figure in the doorway.
"Kloppman," Uncle asked, "Come on, come on. What brings you here?"
"Just checking up on an old friend," Kloppman answered and entered the small room, "Are you still planning on going through with it?"
"Of course," Uncle replied, "Everything is being left to Mush, as we agreed on."
"And the penny," Kloppman asked, "Is that staying as well?" Uncle froze at these words and didn't seem to have an answer.
"N-no, it's going to Mush," Uncle said slowly, "I have no use for it anymore, I suppose. After tonight that is." Kloppman looked worriedly at his old friend, who seemed to be hesitant about letting go of his prized possession.
"You're right, it's no use after tonight," the older man agreed with Uncle. His friend still appeared to be troubled, but Kloppman decided that he'd do something to ease his troubled mind of worry.
The next morning, the large group of newsies met at Central Park for the big celebration. Music was echoing throughout the tangle of trees and many of them were dancing in the clearing they had chosen for the ideal spot. Tables filled with food were displayed at the far end of the place. Mush was sitting on one of the many benches, watching the dancing and feasting going on.
"Enjoying yourself Blink," Mush asked, turning to his friend. He didn't receive an answer and soon saw the reason why. His one-eyed friend was directing his gaze to one of the girls dancing in the middle of the clearing.
"Isn't she beautiful Mush," Blink questioned dreamily, staring off into his own dream world.
"Why don't you go dance," Mush suggested.
"Well, I couldn't leave you here alone," Blink told his best friend. Mush shook his head, knowing this was just another excuse.
"Just go," he said, pulling his friend up. Mush then proceeded to shove him to the clearing and to the girl of his dreams.
"Is the coast clear," Race asked, turning quickly to his taller friend. Skittery nodded quickly and snuck around to the snack table. Both boys grabbed items off the table, making sure that nobody was looking their way.
Once they had gotten enough desserts, they quickly disappeared into the park where no one else would see them. They looked through their treasures, trading some with each other for their favorites.
"What are you two doing," Kloppman's voice sounded above them. The two boys looked up to spot the older man standing behind them, "I should have known that you two would be responsible." He gestured to the wrappers piled around the two, crumbs everywhere.
"We weren't doing anything Kloppman," Race argued.
"Pick this up," Kloppman ordered. The boys reluctantly stood and began cleaning their mess.
"We were just having a little fun," Skittery muttered under his breath as he dumped his trash into a nearby can.
"Thank you all for coming to my party," Uncle exclaimed to the large crowd later that evening. Everyone cheered, "I wish I could say that I would be around forever, but I just realized that it's never going to happen. I guess what I'm trying to say is goodbye." With that, Uncle closed his eyes and silently whispered some words. And then, Uncle was gone, seeming to have disappeared into the wind.
Notes: Hey, it's me again with another story! I've had this idea for a while, and just had to get it out on paper. It's like LOTR, newsies style. The newsies characters are taking the place of the original fellowship created by Tolkien. This is based more on the movies than the books, although references are made to the books.
Ok, small casting call for this story. I need some girl characters to play Eowyn, Rosie and other miscellaneous characters. Guys I need for Faramir, Theoden, Gollum, Elrond, Mr. Butterbur and others. I can't remember all of them. I have the fellowship picked out already. Please understand that if you're picked, you might not show up for a while. Certain characters don't appear until much later in the story. Also remember that I also need evil characters and would be very grateful if some of you picked those characters to play. Ok, the info I need is: Name, nick, appearance, personality, character you want to play, likes and dislikes and anything else you think I need to know.
Updating might be slow. I have a lot to do. I will do my best however. Right now, I have to finish a photography project due Friday. Besides, I'm working on another story. No, it's not another Newsies story. It's a musical I'm writing just for the fun of it and maybe someday will try to get it on stage. Oh, one more thing. Some of the newsies from the movie won't be in the lodging house. Some of them are representing elves, dwarves, and rangers. So, if you don't see your favorite at first, you might later on. Some characters might not appear to be themselves, but don't worry. Changes had to be made in order for the story to begin.
Some parts in this might seem a little out of place or pointless, but it's just so you'll meet some of the characters and see who they represent from Lord of the Rings. Enjoy! There sadly isn't a lot of humor except in the beginning, but I'll try to work it in.
The Lord of the Pennies
It all began in New York, in a place called Manhattan. A group of people called newsies lived there, in a lodging house. It was almost time for the birthday of an important newsie, Uncle, as he was known by everyone. His only true nephew was a boy by the name of Mush Meyers.
Early one morning, a horse-drawn carriage pulled up in front of the lodging house and an older man stepped out. He stepped into the building and to a familiar brown door.
"Kloppman," a voice yelled out. The old man looked over to see Mush rushing towards him, excitement dancing in his eyes, "It's about time you showed up. Why were you late?"
"I'm not late," Kloppman told Mush, "I arrived just in time I should think. Now, where is your uncle?"
"Just down the hall," Mush answered, "He's been in there a lot lately. Won't come out unless it's for meals and still sometimes eats in there. Do you have any idea what happening Kloppman?"
"You'll find out in due time," Kloppman replied, "Shouldn't you be getting ready? The party is tomorrow after all." Mush took the hint, hugged his old friend quickly and then ran back upstairs.
Once Kloppman was sure that Mush was gone, he went down the hall and knocked loudly on the door pointed out to him. He knocked quietly on the door with the walking stick he held.
"Go away," a voice called out, "I'm don't want company."
"What about a distant friend come for a visit," Kloppman asked. The door opened seconds later, revealing the figure in the doorway.
"Kloppman," Uncle asked, "Come on, come on. What brings you here?"
"Just checking up on an old friend," Kloppman answered and entered the small room, "Are you still planning on going through with it?"
"Of course," Uncle replied, "Everything is being left to Mush, as we agreed on."
"And the penny," Kloppman asked, "Is that staying as well?" Uncle froze at these words and didn't seem to have an answer.
"N-no, it's going to Mush," Uncle said slowly, "I have no use for it anymore, I suppose. After tonight that is." Kloppman looked worriedly at his old friend, who seemed to be hesitant about letting go of his prized possession.
"You're right, it's no use after tonight," the older man agreed with Uncle. His friend still appeared to be troubled, but Kloppman decided that he'd do something to ease his troubled mind of worry.
The next morning, the large group of newsies met at Central Park for the big celebration. Music was echoing throughout the tangle of trees and many of them were dancing in the clearing they had chosen for the ideal spot. Tables filled with food were displayed at the far end of the place. Mush was sitting on one of the many benches, watching the dancing and feasting going on.
"Enjoying yourself Blink," Mush asked, turning to his friend. He didn't receive an answer and soon saw the reason why. His one-eyed friend was directing his gaze to one of the girls dancing in the middle of the clearing.
"Isn't she beautiful Mush," Blink questioned dreamily, staring off into his own dream world.
"Why don't you go dance," Mush suggested.
"Well, I couldn't leave you here alone," Blink told his best friend. Mush shook his head, knowing this was just another excuse.
"Just go," he said, pulling his friend up. Mush then proceeded to shove him to the clearing and to the girl of his dreams.
"Is the coast clear," Race asked, turning quickly to his taller friend. Skittery nodded quickly and snuck around to the snack table. Both boys grabbed items off the table, making sure that nobody was looking their way.
Once they had gotten enough desserts, they quickly disappeared into the park where no one else would see them. They looked through their treasures, trading some with each other for their favorites.
"What are you two doing," Kloppman's voice sounded above them. The two boys looked up to spot the older man standing behind them, "I should have known that you two would be responsible." He gestured to the wrappers piled around the two, crumbs everywhere.
"We weren't doing anything Kloppman," Race argued.
"Pick this up," Kloppman ordered. The boys reluctantly stood and began cleaning their mess.
"We were just having a little fun," Skittery muttered under his breath as he dumped his trash into a nearby can.
"Thank you all for coming to my party," Uncle exclaimed to the large crowd later that evening. Everyone cheered, "I wish I could say that I would be around forever, but I just realized that it's never going to happen. I guess what I'm trying to say is goodbye." With that, Uncle closed his eyes and silently whispered some words. And then, Uncle was gone, seeming to have disappeared into the wind.