Allright! A new chapter of Newsie Edition!!! Okay, first off, I'd like to apologize for keeping this to myself for so darn long. I went on vacation a few weeks ago, and I wrote this whileon the plane. So if there is something that is worded funny, or suddenly changes tenses or something, that is totally the fault of ...the airlines. = I had to change flights 3 times, and two of my flights were only twenty minutes. And so I was rushing, trying to finish the line of thought, and then Boom! They said I had to shut down all electronic items. So then I'd have to sit in the terminal and type. Which them, I was on a different thought line, that probably didn't match up with the other one. I went back and re-read it, and I fixed a few things, but I know there will be some things still wrong, and I have no beta reader, so....deal with it. To our loverly reviewer--Yay! We love you bunches!And also...this is not ours! We know that, and are not trying to make any money or lay any claims. LOL...=...
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Race stood on the Manhattan side of the Brooklyn Bridge and swallowed nervously. Holding the paper, he hung his head. He had tried to get osme of the other Manhattan newsies to go with him, but they all said no. Not that they *wanted* Spot to die, but Race wasn't allowed to tell them that anyways.Mary and Sue said it was strictly forbidden. Race was on his own...or so he thought.
Unbeknownst to him, both of the girls were trailing him, and had been all night. Except, of course, when he went into the washroom, because even though the newsies were sometimes a bit ...slow to pick up on things, they'd probably notice if two exceptionally beautiful girls walked into their midst while they were all half naked.
So, as he finally got himself together and set off across the famed bridge, Mary and Sue fell out of some boxes in an alley. Sue stood first, though it was hard to see this, since she was all in black. He blonde hair was up on top of her head in a black hat, she had on black leather pants, and a black t-shirt covered by a black coat. Her nondescript black boot completed the outfit.
Mary, on the other hand, would have been more at home in the jungle. She was decked out in complete army fatigues, only missing the helmet and pack. Brushing themselves off, the followed, stepping out of the alley.
"You know..." began Mary. "I bet these outfits would blend in a lot better if the sun was down." Sue looked at her and shrugged.
"Forget it. We have to go make sure Spot gets saved." They set off behind Race, oddly not catching and odd looks from passer-bys.
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Race reached the Brooklyn Lodging House somewhere around dinner. Most of the newsies were gone, but Race could see that Spot remained, surrounded bya bout eight other Brooklynites. They were deeply involved in some sort of card game, so they hadn't noticed him yet.
He started to walk down to the docks when he realized he had no clue what to say to them. He back-peddled around the corner, to where Spot and his boys couldn't see him, and he ran into something solid. Two somethings, to be specific. Two somethings that squealed. Mary and Sue.
Race chose not to comment on their clothes. "Kinda glad you'se two is here. I got a problem. I dunno how ta tell the boys. They's been on decent terms with the West Side since the strike." He toed an old paper on the ground, letting loose a mass of angry bugs. Sue stepped back, but Mary was oblivious.
"I think I have an idea...but you aren't going to like it at all." She turned to Sue, and whispered something. Sue's eyes lit up, and she smiled evilly.
"That's crazy. So crazy it just might work!" (A/N~ that line came from Master of Disguise. See? I'm not trying to infring anything.LOL) Race took a step back, but both girls reached out and grabbed his shoulders, pulling him deeper into the alley, where it was too dark for the average person to see. Since Mary and Sue were perfect, however, they could see perfectly.
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Spot threw down his hand and leaned back. Looking over to see if his boys were coming back yet, he saw a stray cat walk across the entrance to a nearby alley. There was a crash from in there, and the cat froze. It peered in, then bolted. A few seconds later, an unidentified animal rushed out in blind panic, and jumped into the water. Spot supposed it was a huge rat or something, and wrinkled his nose. He was about to turn back, but he heard a sharp cry from the same alley. He recognized the voice, but couldn't quite place it. It wasn't one of his own boys, but...there was something about it that made him look twice.
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The girls stepped back and surveyed their damage. Mary had decided it was enough when Race cried out, but Sue kept on for a few more moments. Now the poor boy looked sufficiently soaked, and they were drilling him on what he was going to say. "I'se got it, okay? I'm gonna tell Spot that I'se coming to see im, and Igot picked up by the West Side boys, who thought I was from Brooklyn..."
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Spot stood as someone stumbled out of the same darn alley, and damn near knocked the table over when he realized that it was one of his best friends. "Race? Jesus, Race, what happened?"
"Spot? It was the West Side boys...they thought I was from here...they said to tell ya's...tell ya's...they's gonna kill ya's..." Race knew he was rambling,but decided it just added effect. Then he decided that enough was enough, and made a bit of a show about wanting to sit down. Of course, Spot helped him out with this, and soon he was being offered water and bread, which was a feast after his selling had been. He ate most of it, and then Spot wanted more information. He provided as much as he could, but couldn't tell them everything, of course. Spot thought he got all the information, and turned to one of his boys. "Bowler...run to the carts and get the others." A tall boy in a bowler hat turned and raced off, a grim look on his face.
Spot turned back to Race. "We'll get them for this. Jst you wait."
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Race stood on the Manhattan side of the Brooklyn Bridge and swallowed nervously. Holding the paper, he hung his head. He had tried to get osme of the other Manhattan newsies to go with him, but they all said no. Not that they *wanted* Spot to die, but Race wasn't allowed to tell them that anyways.Mary and Sue said it was strictly forbidden. Race was on his own...or so he thought.
Unbeknownst to him, both of the girls were trailing him, and had been all night. Except, of course, when he went into the washroom, because even though the newsies were sometimes a bit ...slow to pick up on things, they'd probably notice if two exceptionally beautiful girls walked into their midst while they were all half naked.
So, as he finally got himself together and set off across the famed bridge, Mary and Sue fell out of some boxes in an alley. Sue stood first, though it was hard to see this, since she was all in black. He blonde hair was up on top of her head in a black hat, she had on black leather pants, and a black t-shirt covered by a black coat. Her nondescript black boot completed the outfit.
Mary, on the other hand, would have been more at home in the jungle. She was decked out in complete army fatigues, only missing the helmet and pack. Brushing themselves off, the followed, stepping out of the alley.
"You know..." began Mary. "I bet these outfits would blend in a lot better if the sun was down." Sue looked at her and shrugged.
"Forget it. We have to go make sure Spot gets saved." They set off behind Race, oddly not catching and odd looks from passer-bys.
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Race reached the Brooklyn Lodging House somewhere around dinner. Most of the newsies were gone, but Race could see that Spot remained, surrounded bya bout eight other Brooklynites. They were deeply involved in some sort of card game, so they hadn't noticed him yet.
He started to walk down to the docks when he realized he had no clue what to say to them. He back-peddled around the corner, to where Spot and his boys couldn't see him, and he ran into something solid. Two somethings, to be specific. Two somethings that squealed. Mary and Sue.
Race chose not to comment on their clothes. "Kinda glad you'se two is here. I got a problem. I dunno how ta tell the boys. They's been on decent terms with the West Side since the strike." He toed an old paper on the ground, letting loose a mass of angry bugs. Sue stepped back, but Mary was oblivious.
"I think I have an idea...but you aren't going to like it at all." She turned to Sue, and whispered something. Sue's eyes lit up, and she smiled evilly.
"That's crazy. So crazy it just might work!" (A/N~ that line came from Master of Disguise. See? I'm not trying to infring anything.LOL) Race took a step back, but both girls reached out and grabbed his shoulders, pulling him deeper into the alley, where it was too dark for the average person to see. Since Mary and Sue were perfect, however, they could see perfectly.
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Spot threw down his hand and leaned back. Looking over to see if his boys were coming back yet, he saw a stray cat walk across the entrance to a nearby alley. There was a crash from in there, and the cat froze. It peered in, then bolted. A few seconds later, an unidentified animal rushed out in blind panic, and jumped into the water. Spot supposed it was a huge rat or something, and wrinkled his nose. He was about to turn back, but he heard a sharp cry from the same alley. He recognized the voice, but couldn't quite place it. It wasn't one of his own boys, but...there was something about it that made him look twice.
@!$$#%^
The girls stepped back and surveyed their damage. Mary had decided it was enough when Race cried out, but Sue kept on for a few more moments. Now the poor boy looked sufficiently soaked, and they were drilling him on what he was going to say. "I'se got it, okay? I'm gonna tell Spot that I'se coming to see im, and Igot picked up by the West Side boys, who thought I was from Brooklyn..."
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Spot stood as someone stumbled out of the same darn alley, and damn near knocked the table over when he realized that it was one of his best friends. "Race? Jesus, Race, what happened?"
"Spot? It was the West Side boys...they thought I was from here...they said to tell ya's...tell ya's...they's gonna kill ya's..." Race knew he was rambling,but decided it just added effect. Then he decided that enough was enough, and made a bit of a show about wanting to sit down. Of course, Spot helped him out with this, and soon he was being offered water and bread, which was a feast after his selling had been. He ate most of it, and then Spot wanted more information. He provided as much as he could, but couldn't tell them everything, of course. Spot thought he got all the information, and turned to one of his boys. "Bowler...run to the carts and get the others." A tall boy in a bowler hat turned and raced off, a grim look on his face.
Spot turned back to Race. "We'll get them for this. Jst you wait."
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