A Quick Word from Crutchy, my happy-ending muse:
Crutchy*Muse: Don't worry, guys! It'll all be okay!!
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"Alright, where's Race!" Mush yelled as he entered the bunkroom. His charcoal gray cabby hat was pushed down over his eyes and his face was turning bright red. The newsies in the room were rather surprised, because Mush was usually a lighthearted, happy person. He rarely, if ever, got this mad.
Race stood up from the windowsill where he had been playing solitaire. "Whaddya want, Mush?" he asked.
"I want tah know why da hell you broke up wid Bean! You two was meant fer each uddah!" Mush's face puffed up like a bullfrog.
Race shuffled his feet as he stared at the ground intensely. It took him a moment to answer. "Not dat it's any of yer business, but Bean's really da one dat ended da relationship. She cared more about her 'cahreer' dan she did about me."
Mush, seeing that there was no convincing Race at this point, shook his head glumly and turned to leave. "Fer da record Race," he said as he walked down the steps, "dis is da biggest mistake 'a yer life."
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Spot opened the door to Tibby's so violently and rapidly that the hinge broke off of the bottom. "Move outta me way!" he muttered as he shoved an elderly man into a table. He threw himself into a booth and waved his hand in the air. "Waitah! Ah need a waitah ovah heah!" he called.
Sarah tucked her hair behind her ears and waltzed over to Spot's table. "Now why should I serve a lil' street rat like you?" she joked.
Spot shot Sarah a drop-dead look. "I ain't in da mood tahday, sweetheart."
Sarah frowned and scooted into the seat across from Spot, setting her order pad on the table. She took his tanned, newsprint stained hand in her soft, delicate fingers. "What's wrong?" she asked sweetly.
Spot shook his head. "I don't wanna talk about it."
Sarah looked at him sympathetically. "C'mon, you know you can tell me anything," she said.
Over the next thirty minutes, Spot revealed his whole story. How Mooch had shown up at the Brooklyn Lodging House, lost and disheveled. How he thought she had been interested in him, yet she started dating Jack. How Jack had absolutely no concern for his feelings at all, and so on. Sarah listened intently, holding onto Spot's hands the whole time.
The heart-to-heart conversation would have gone on longer, until Tibby tapped Sarah on the shoulder. "Da last time I checked, we didn't offer no counselin' soivices. Get back tah woik."
Sarah gave Spot an apologetic look and went back to her job.
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"I do not understand why you are making this so difficult, Kira. How do you know they are not onto you by now?"
Kira shook her head, frustrated. "The little dolt will never catch on, and the other one is too smitten with me to notice anything. It's the perfect plan, Dmitri."
"A much too complicated plan."
"What is so complicated about it? I showed up at his doorstep, disarrayed and bewildered. I gained his trust. I made his best friend betray him in the worst way. Their partnership, and friendship, are deteriorating as we speak. When leaders are against each other, their people are, too. With Brooklyn and Manhattan against each other, there will be no way they can shut us down again."
"It's not good enough, Kira. I want Jack Kelly and Spot Conlon to be no more."
Kira looked at Dmitri disgustedly. Dmitri turned around and faced the opposite wall. "As you wish, Dmitri." Kira flung open the huge oak door and entered the alleyway, leaving the door wide open. Before Dmitri turned around again, a blonde figure scurried out the door behind her.
Crutchy*Muse: Don't worry, guys! It'll all be okay!!
~~~
"Alright, where's Race!" Mush yelled as he entered the bunkroom. His charcoal gray cabby hat was pushed down over his eyes and his face was turning bright red. The newsies in the room were rather surprised, because Mush was usually a lighthearted, happy person. He rarely, if ever, got this mad.
Race stood up from the windowsill where he had been playing solitaire. "Whaddya want, Mush?" he asked.
"I want tah know why da hell you broke up wid Bean! You two was meant fer each uddah!" Mush's face puffed up like a bullfrog.
Race shuffled his feet as he stared at the ground intensely. It took him a moment to answer. "Not dat it's any of yer business, but Bean's really da one dat ended da relationship. She cared more about her 'cahreer' dan she did about me."
Mush, seeing that there was no convincing Race at this point, shook his head glumly and turned to leave. "Fer da record Race," he said as he walked down the steps, "dis is da biggest mistake 'a yer life."
~~~
Spot opened the door to Tibby's so violently and rapidly that the hinge broke off of the bottom. "Move outta me way!" he muttered as he shoved an elderly man into a table. He threw himself into a booth and waved his hand in the air. "Waitah! Ah need a waitah ovah heah!" he called.
Sarah tucked her hair behind her ears and waltzed over to Spot's table. "Now why should I serve a lil' street rat like you?" she joked.
Spot shot Sarah a drop-dead look. "I ain't in da mood tahday, sweetheart."
Sarah frowned and scooted into the seat across from Spot, setting her order pad on the table. She took his tanned, newsprint stained hand in her soft, delicate fingers. "What's wrong?" she asked sweetly.
Spot shook his head. "I don't wanna talk about it."
Sarah looked at him sympathetically. "C'mon, you know you can tell me anything," she said.
Over the next thirty minutes, Spot revealed his whole story. How Mooch had shown up at the Brooklyn Lodging House, lost and disheveled. How he thought she had been interested in him, yet she started dating Jack. How Jack had absolutely no concern for his feelings at all, and so on. Sarah listened intently, holding onto Spot's hands the whole time.
The heart-to-heart conversation would have gone on longer, until Tibby tapped Sarah on the shoulder. "Da last time I checked, we didn't offer no counselin' soivices. Get back tah woik."
Sarah gave Spot an apologetic look and went back to her job.
~~~
"I do not understand why you are making this so difficult, Kira. How do you know they are not onto you by now?"
Kira shook her head, frustrated. "The little dolt will never catch on, and the other one is too smitten with me to notice anything. It's the perfect plan, Dmitri."
"A much too complicated plan."
"What is so complicated about it? I showed up at his doorstep, disarrayed and bewildered. I gained his trust. I made his best friend betray him in the worst way. Their partnership, and friendship, are deteriorating as we speak. When leaders are against each other, their people are, too. With Brooklyn and Manhattan against each other, there will be no way they can shut us down again."
"It's not good enough, Kira. I want Jack Kelly and Spot Conlon to be no more."
Kira looked at Dmitri disgustedly. Dmitri turned around and faced the opposite wall. "As you wish, Dmitri." Kira flung open the huge oak door and entered the alleyway, leaving the door wide open. Before Dmitri turned around again, a blonde figure scurried out the door behind her.