The Screwed up Version of the Newsies ^__________^
N/N: Newsie Name
Chapter One: .................. Spring Loaded!!!!
Racetrack settled tiredly onto his bed, cigar hanging from his mouth, dark hair all across his sweaty face, he was bored, extremely bored. It was just reaching midnight when a loud crash rocked the whole of the room causing several of the boys to utter curse words and run to the window to see what happened. There was absolutly no one on the dark cobble stone street who could have made that noise, unless the street lights had grown legs and decided to gone on a rampage or something but.. that was impossible. Yards away from the Lodging, and when i say yards I mean in the alley beside it, were two mishappened silhoettes of the most confused looking girls tangelled up in long black trenchcoats and attempting to force the black sunglasses bak onto there eyes. The first to stand up was Chelsea (N/N: Obsessor or.. Ob ^__^). She looked around innocently and tried to make it look like nothing had happened, she had a very large dirt smeer on her nose.
"Thanks for helping me up man, really appreciate it," Ashley (N/N: Jack, after notorius killer of England in the 1888 Jack the Ripper) thwarped Ob over the head with a chain.
"Ow! that does hurt your know," Ob grabbed her slingshot," Dont make me Soak you."
Jack quickly changed the subject," Where in the 9 levels of hell are we?"
"There are 9 levels of Hell now?!"
"Apparently.."
There was awkward silence when a horse and cart headed down the street in the girls directions.
"Shit.." Jack dove behind a cardboard box and attempted to mold into the shadows, Ob jumped into a Garbage Can and put the lid over her head so she couldnt be seen, hoping that it was a Garbage cart coming to pick up the garbage.
The horse and cart disappeared around the corner and Jack stood up, long Matrix trenchcoat all, flappy around her ankles. Ob stood up and suddnely looked like Oscar the Grouch from Seasme Street that Jack doubled over with loud laughter.
"You look like Oscar the Grouch!!"
... I just said she did.....
"Shuddup Jack... or Ima soak ya!" Ob pulled out her sling shot again.
"Where can i get me one of the those?" Jack pondered this for a moment and reached into her bak pocket and pulled out a slingshot." Ahh, thats where I can get me one of those, meh bak pocket, very convinent!"
"Right," Ob blinked," Lets go?"
"Where? we dont have a place TO go," Jack sighed," We shall sleep in the street!"
"Like homeless people?" Ob gawped.
"Yes!"
"OK!!"
Both girls jumped into boxes and slept the rest of the night under their big ass Matrix trenchcoats, still wondering where the hell they were and how in the hell they got there.
The old man walked around through the room, jabbing the Newsies in the backs to wake them up and get them selling the papers like they were suppose to. Jack Kelly put up a fight and in the end was dragged out of bed by Mush and Racetrack who was kinda small so was having trouble.All the newsies broke into loud singing and down in the alley woke Ob and Jack (Ripper) up, both were stiff from sleeping in boxes and had very large black circles under their eyes.
"...Whats with the singing"Jack (Ripper) asked, busting her way out of the cardboard box.
"Dunno..." Ob busted her way out of the box and both did the guitar riff for a breif second and attempted to find out where the singing was coming from. A door nearest Jack (Ripper) opened and she jumped back into the alley adn fell over the delapidated box while Ob tried to climb the grimy wall like spider man but failed.
"What the hell?"
The boys that had burst out of the door had broken into dance steps and back flips for some reason. Ob and Jack (Ripper) looked concerned for the boys sanity when acouple of Nuns stared singing down the street, all 3 nuns where standing on a cart when Jack (Ripper) got a mad/psychopathic glint in her eye.
"Nuns.." She breathed heavily, twisted smile on her face," I hate Nuns... must.. do something about.. god like.. Women.. wait here..."
Ob grinned stupidly and watched Jack( Ripper) disappear into the alley and swung her gaze to the nuns handing out bread and stuff in cups to the Newsies when a very large, flaming piece of fabric hurled its self at the Nuns who all screamed and caugh on fire. The Newsie boys ran down the street not wanting to be caugh at the sceen of the Nun Burning, Ob could make out a faint silhoette of someone with a blow torch and a very large can of lighter fluid dancing around the burning cart like someone from a tribe.
"Jack.. your making an ass of yourself..-.-" Ob blinked and dragged Jack(Ripper) off to the house the boys had just come out of.
"Noooo!!! Come bak fire!!!!" Jack(Ripper) Cried,flailing her arms around like a nut ball.
"You need to lay down..." Ob dragged her insane companion up some stairs and pushed her into a bed before going off to explore the bathroom for somereason.
"Anything interesting in there Ob?"
"Ya.. they keep the toilet seat down!"
Jack (Ripper) laughed insanely. The day dragged on and both Girls had no idea that the Newsies were on their way home when the door to the room opened and Racetrack stepped in with Jack and Mush. Ob blinked and dove behind a door, but.. Jack *Ripper* didnt do anything except cackle insanely and play with her lighter which was burning her hand becuz she wasnt to bright and didnt know when to stop.
"... i dont remember leaving no Goil in here!" Racetrack narrowed his eyes," S'pecailly some nut one.."
"I am NOT a nut, i am a cruton!" Jack *Ripper* fell off the bed she was sitting on, howling with laughter. Ob fell from behind the door laughing too and snorting.
"Fweee!" Jack *Ripper* grinned and stood up, she walked bravely over to Racetrack and started humming a song with her fist in his face with the a finger slightly up then the rest." Do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do POP GOES THE WEASEL!" and her middle finger shot up and she cackled." Spring Loaded!" and flicked his nose before running behind Ob.
"Im gonna soak her!" Racetrack charged and Mush held him back.
"MEWWW!!" And Ob and Jack *ripper* ran from the house with their big ass Matrix Coats!
Racetrack settled tiredly onto his bed, cigar hanging from his mouth, dark hair all across his sweaty face, he was bored, extremely bored. It was just reaching midnight when a loud crash rocked the whole of the room causing several of the boys to utter curse words and run to the window to see what happened. There was absolutly no one on the dark cobble stone street who could have made that noise, unless the street lights had grown legs and decided to gone on a rampage or something but.. that was impossible. Yards away from the Lodging, and when i say yards I mean in the alley beside it, were two mishappened silhoettes of the most confused looking girls tangelled up in long black trenchcoats and attempting to force the black sunglasses bak onto there eyes. The first to stand up was Chelsea (N/N: Obsessor or.. Ob ^__^). She looked around innocently and tried to make it look like nothing had happened, she had a very large dirt smeer on her nose.
"Thanks for helping me up man, really appreciate it," Ashley (N/N: Jack, after notorius killer of England in the 1888 Jack the Ripper) thwarped Ob over the head with a chain.
"Ow! that does hurt your know," Ob grabbed her slingshot," Dont make me Soak you."
Jack quickly changed the subject," Where in the 9 levels of hell are we?"
"There are 9 levels of Hell now?!"
"Apparently.."
There was awkward silence when a horse and cart headed down the street in the girls directions.
"Shit.." Jack dove behind a cardboard box and attempted to mold into the shadows, Ob jumped into a Garbage Can and put the lid over her head so she couldnt be seen, hoping that it was a Garbage cart coming to pick up the garbage.
The horse and cart disappeared around the corner and Jack stood up, long Matrix trenchcoat all, flappy around her ankles. Ob stood up and suddnely looked like Oscar the Grouch from Seasme Street that Jack doubled over with loud laughter.
"You look like Oscar the Grouch!!"
... I just said she did.....
"Shuddup Jack... or Ima soak ya!" Ob pulled out her sling shot again.
"Where can i get me one of the those?" Jack pondered this for a moment and reached into her bak pocket and pulled out a slingshot." Ahh, thats where I can get me one of those, meh bak pocket, very convinent!"
"Right," Ob blinked," Lets go?"
"Where? we dont have a place TO go," Jack sighed," We shall sleep in the street!"
"Like homeless people?" Ob gawped.
"Yes!"
"OK!!"
Both girls jumped into boxes and slept the rest of the night under their big ass Matrix trenchcoats, still wondering where the hell they were and how in the hell they got there.
The old man walked around through the room, jabbing the Newsies in the backs to wake them up and get them selling the papers like they were suppose to. Jack Kelly put up a fight and in the end was dragged out of bed by Mush and Racetrack who was kinda small so was having trouble.All the newsies broke into loud singing and down in the alley woke Ob and Jack (Ripper) up, both were stiff from sleeping in boxes and had very large black circles under their eyes.
"...Whats with the singing"Jack (Ripper) asked, busting her way out of the cardboard box.
"Dunno..." Ob busted her way out of the box and both did the guitar riff for a breif second and attempted to find out where the singing was coming from. A door nearest Jack (Ripper) opened and she jumped back into the alley adn fell over the delapidated box while Ob tried to climb the grimy wall like spider man but failed.
"What the hell?"
The boys that had burst out of the door had broken into dance steps and back flips for some reason. Ob and Jack (Ripper) looked concerned for the boys sanity when acouple of Nuns stared singing down the street, all 3 nuns where standing on a cart when Jack (Ripper) got a mad/psychopathic glint in her eye.
"Nuns.." She breathed heavily, twisted smile on her face," I hate Nuns... must.. do something about.. god like.. Women.. wait here..."
Ob grinned stupidly and watched Jack( Ripper) disappear into the alley and swung her gaze to the nuns handing out bread and stuff in cups to the Newsies when a very large, flaming piece of fabric hurled its self at the Nuns who all screamed and caugh on fire. The Newsie boys ran down the street not wanting to be caugh at the sceen of the Nun Burning, Ob could make out a faint silhoette of someone with a blow torch and a very large can of lighter fluid dancing around the burning cart like someone from a tribe.
"Jack.. your making an ass of yourself..-.-" Ob blinked and dragged Jack(Ripper) off to the house the boys had just come out of.
"Noooo!!! Come bak fire!!!!" Jack(Ripper) Cried,flailing her arms around like a nut ball.
"You need to lay down..." Ob dragged her insane companion up some stairs and pushed her into a bed before going off to explore the bathroom for somereason.
"Anything interesting in there Ob?"
"Ya.. they keep the toilet seat down!"
Jack (Ripper) laughed insanely. The day dragged on and both Girls had no idea that the Newsies were on their way home when the door to the room opened and Racetrack stepped in with Jack and Mush. Ob blinked and dove behind a door, but.. Jack *Ripper* didnt do anything except cackle insanely and play with her lighter which was burning her hand becuz she wasnt to bright and didnt know when to stop.
"... i dont remember leaving no Goil in here!" Racetrack narrowed his eyes," S'pecailly some nut one.."
"I am NOT a nut, i am a cruton!" Jack *Ripper* fell off the bed she was sitting on, howling with laughter. Ob fell from behind the door laughing too and snorting.
"Fweee!" Jack *Ripper* grinned and stood up, she walked bravely over to Racetrack and started humming a song with her fist in his face with the a finger slightly up then the rest." Do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do POP GOES THE WEASEL!" and her middle finger shot up and she cackled." Spring Loaded!" and flicked his nose before running behind Ob.
"Im gonna soak her!" Racetrack charged and Mush held him back.
"MEWWW!!" And Ob and Jack *ripper* ran from the house with their big ass Matrix Coats!
