A/N: *Gasps* I think I hold the record for the longest period of time
without updating. It's all school's fault, dumb homework and such -_-".
Anywho, I'll update more often. (Btw, sorry if the plot is sorta similar to
the movie, but I have no ideas)
Disclaimer: I own the unrecognizable newsies except for Diamonds, Smudge, Stress, Dizzy, Slash!, Fighter and the others belong to their respectable owners. Oh and I own the cookie crumb stuck between the space bar and 'b' button. Yum. Lol.
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"I say we'se go ta Brooklyn and get some re.. re.. reinfore'ments." Cake said, banging her heels against a barrel in Newsie Square.
"And what? Get Spot ta talk ta Weasel?" Stress rolled her eyes sarcastically.
Cake frowned and leaned back against the statue in a huff, "No I mean get da goils ta help us."
The others mulled over the idea.
"I'se t'ink it's a good idea." Dizzy decided, the others agreed.
"We'se should go now, 'fore it gets too dark. I ain't want to be in Brooklyn when it's dark." Derby jumped off a barrel.
Cake and a few other girls started off towards Brooklyn, Prairie among them. She kept quiet unsure of when the time would be right to tell her friends what Blise was up to.
The Brooklyn Bridge loomed a few steps before them, beckoning the girls to continue.
~*~*~
"He's an ignorant, stupid, warm hearted fool." The man sneered, snapping a finger over a page of Blise's notes, "It's as though he wants to help them."
A short, pale man with ragged clothing and a nervous presence sat opposite the other man, his fingers gripping the sides of the chair.
"I agree, Sir."
"Of course you do. Finnigan, I think it's time you intervened. Blise doesn't seem to be able to. ah. stay on track. We can't have these street rats ruining my fine business, can we?" The man inquired, his bowler hat tipped to one side.
Finnigan trembled, "No sir. We certainly can't. I. I was thinking, we let Blise go ahead with his double crossing plan and then BANG!" he smacked his hand on his knee, "We get him, and those girls too."
"Good, Good. I suggest you hurry and get with it then, Finnigan. We don't have much time. Go! Go!" The man pushed Finnigan out the door, and slammed it shut.
He picked up a picture of a young girl with a smudged face and blonde hair.
"I shall get you back one day, my dear. One day." He sighed and placed the picture back onto the shelf.
~*~*~
The Brooklyn girls were in their usual selling spots, it wasn't hard to round them up.
"A strike? Ain't a half bad idea." Slash Stahl, a known Brooklyn newsie, exclaimed.
"Yeah, we'se can help. We ain't gonna back out on you'se." Fighter Mallory nodded, gaining approval.
"We'll meet you'se at Tibby's tomarrah, noon. Blise'll be dere too." Diamonds spit shook with Slash and grinned, "Dis is gonna be well worth it."
Cheers erupted like a volcano from the mass of girls huddled around the docks. It was nearly deafening. Citizens passing by turned and stared, some frowned with disapproval towards the ragged bunch, others smiled in a sympathetic way.
~*~*~
"Ah Martha, such unfortunate children. I don't know what I can possibly do. Ifi don't go along with the boss's plan. well, I may end up in my grave by the end of the week! But if I do, those children, those poor orphans, will be struck down quicker than you can say Oh Heaven!" Blise sat in his living room, sighing sadly.
"Dirty children. There are still footprints on the carpet! Mind you, that's no reason to be cruel, is it now. Jeremy, those children need your help, don't you dare go on with your boss's plan! I shall wish never to see your face again if you do. Do what is right." Martha preached, her tea cup splashing tea on her dress.
The two sat in silence for a moment, Martha resting her chin on her knuckles while Blise sighed again. He turned back to Martha, an uncertain look on his face.
"I shall do what's right." He concluded, and walked briskly out of the room. Not once stopping to turn around, not even to close the door.
Martha sighed and hauled herself from the chair.
"I do hope he knows what he's doing."
~*~*~
Medda's was crowded as usual, every seat filled and every table full. Medda's voice rang about the hall, echoing with each song.
Jack grinned and put an arm around Stress, singing along lightly. Stress smiled back and rested her head on his shoulder.
Medda took a final bow and twirled off the stage in a cloud of perfume and pink chiffon.
"Dat was good, as usual." Diamonds said, leaning against Pie Eater. Pie agreed, stuffing his hand in his pocket. He didn't know what to say.
Cake cartwheeled out onto the street laughing joyfully. A fruit vendor scowled as she teetered drunkenly by his cart, nearly falling into a basket of oranges.
It was nearly ten at night and the newsies were ready to burst with happiness. With the strike underway, a journalist to help and romance blooming everything seemed to be going well. Except for Denton's strange behavior the last couple of days, but he was easy to ignore and was pushed into the back of their minds.
"Tomarrah Selley," Smudge put an arm around her shoulders, "Tomarrah we'se gonna have a rally. And blise is gonna help, and Brooklyn and maybe Denton'll come if he gets his head outta his a."
She was cut off by Skittery who appeared next to her, silent as a ghost. He steered Smudge out of the way of a pole remarking she had had too much to drink that evening.
"I ain't been drinkin'." Smudge complained, knocking into a wall face first.
Skittery snickered and led her away, Smudge nursing a quickly swelling lip.
Selley giggled, usually none of the newsies were like that, but it was a night of celebration.
"Woo!" Pie Eater yelled, out of his quiet state. He pulled Diamonds by the hand, towards the lodging house. He stopped at the doorway.
"'Night Diamonds." He said, taking both her hands in his.
"Night Pie." She replied, and pulled away.
He leaned against the doorframe for a moment, and breathed in the air silently. The turned and went inside.
"Had a good time, goils?" Mrs. Norren asked. She smiled fondly at the cluster of girls streaming through the door.
"Sure did, Norren." Cake laughed, running up the stairs, shoving a confused Smudge out of the way. Smudge ran a hand through her tangled hair and giggled, not fully comprehending anything.
Norren watched them hurry towards the bunk, eager for the next day to arrive. She smiled and wrote a few notes in her black covered book in the desk.
"Don't give up, goils." She whispered, before blowing out the candle.
--From the demented desk of Derby: Things will get exciting soon, all this boring junk is leading up to it! I promise. {Ps: Sorry to Smudge :P}
Disclaimer: I own the unrecognizable newsies except for Diamonds, Smudge, Stress, Dizzy, Slash!, Fighter and the others belong to their respectable owners. Oh and I own the cookie crumb stuck between the space bar and 'b' button. Yum. Lol.
`*`*`*`*`*`
"I say we'se go ta Brooklyn and get some re.. re.. reinfore'ments." Cake said, banging her heels against a barrel in Newsie Square.
"And what? Get Spot ta talk ta Weasel?" Stress rolled her eyes sarcastically.
Cake frowned and leaned back against the statue in a huff, "No I mean get da goils ta help us."
The others mulled over the idea.
"I'se t'ink it's a good idea." Dizzy decided, the others agreed.
"We'se should go now, 'fore it gets too dark. I ain't want to be in Brooklyn when it's dark." Derby jumped off a barrel.
Cake and a few other girls started off towards Brooklyn, Prairie among them. She kept quiet unsure of when the time would be right to tell her friends what Blise was up to.
The Brooklyn Bridge loomed a few steps before them, beckoning the girls to continue.
~*~*~
"He's an ignorant, stupid, warm hearted fool." The man sneered, snapping a finger over a page of Blise's notes, "It's as though he wants to help them."
A short, pale man with ragged clothing and a nervous presence sat opposite the other man, his fingers gripping the sides of the chair.
"I agree, Sir."
"Of course you do. Finnigan, I think it's time you intervened. Blise doesn't seem to be able to. ah. stay on track. We can't have these street rats ruining my fine business, can we?" The man inquired, his bowler hat tipped to one side.
Finnigan trembled, "No sir. We certainly can't. I. I was thinking, we let Blise go ahead with his double crossing plan and then BANG!" he smacked his hand on his knee, "We get him, and those girls too."
"Good, Good. I suggest you hurry and get with it then, Finnigan. We don't have much time. Go! Go!" The man pushed Finnigan out the door, and slammed it shut.
He picked up a picture of a young girl with a smudged face and blonde hair.
"I shall get you back one day, my dear. One day." He sighed and placed the picture back onto the shelf.
~*~*~
The Brooklyn girls were in their usual selling spots, it wasn't hard to round them up.
"A strike? Ain't a half bad idea." Slash Stahl, a known Brooklyn newsie, exclaimed.
"Yeah, we'se can help. We ain't gonna back out on you'se." Fighter Mallory nodded, gaining approval.
"We'll meet you'se at Tibby's tomarrah, noon. Blise'll be dere too." Diamonds spit shook with Slash and grinned, "Dis is gonna be well worth it."
Cheers erupted like a volcano from the mass of girls huddled around the docks. It was nearly deafening. Citizens passing by turned and stared, some frowned with disapproval towards the ragged bunch, others smiled in a sympathetic way.
~*~*~
"Ah Martha, such unfortunate children. I don't know what I can possibly do. Ifi don't go along with the boss's plan. well, I may end up in my grave by the end of the week! But if I do, those children, those poor orphans, will be struck down quicker than you can say Oh Heaven!" Blise sat in his living room, sighing sadly.
"Dirty children. There are still footprints on the carpet! Mind you, that's no reason to be cruel, is it now. Jeremy, those children need your help, don't you dare go on with your boss's plan! I shall wish never to see your face again if you do. Do what is right." Martha preached, her tea cup splashing tea on her dress.
The two sat in silence for a moment, Martha resting her chin on her knuckles while Blise sighed again. He turned back to Martha, an uncertain look on his face.
"I shall do what's right." He concluded, and walked briskly out of the room. Not once stopping to turn around, not even to close the door.
Martha sighed and hauled herself from the chair.
"I do hope he knows what he's doing."
~*~*~
Medda's was crowded as usual, every seat filled and every table full. Medda's voice rang about the hall, echoing with each song.
Jack grinned and put an arm around Stress, singing along lightly. Stress smiled back and rested her head on his shoulder.
Medda took a final bow and twirled off the stage in a cloud of perfume and pink chiffon.
"Dat was good, as usual." Diamonds said, leaning against Pie Eater. Pie agreed, stuffing his hand in his pocket. He didn't know what to say.
Cake cartwheeled out onto the street laughing joyfully. A fruit vendor scowled as she teetered drunkenly by his cart, nearly falling into a basket of oranges.
It was nearly ten at night and the newsies were ready to burst with happiness. With the strike underway, a journalist to help and romance blooming everything seemed to be going well. Except for Denton's strange behavior the last couple of days, but he was easy to ignore and was pushed into the back of their minds.
"Tomarrah Selley," Smudge put an arm around her shoulders, "Tomarrah we'se gonna have a rally. And blise is gonna help, and Brooklyn and maybe Denton'll come if he gets his head outta his a."
She was cut off by Skittery who appeared next to her, silent as a ghost. He steered Smudge out of the way of a pole remarking she had had too much to drink that evening.
"I ain't been drinkin'." Smudge complained, knocking into a wall face first.
Skittery snickered and led her away, Smudge nursing a quickly swelling lip.
Selley giggled, usually none of the newsies were like that, but it was a night of celebration.
"Woo!" Pie Eater yelled, out of his quiet state. He pulled Diamonds by the hand, towards the lodging house. He stopped at the doorway.
"'Night Diamonds." He said, taking both her hands in his.
"Night Pie." She replied, and pulled away.
He leaned against the doorframe for a moment, and breathed in the air silently. The turned and went inside.
"Had a good time, goils?" Mrs. Norren asked. She smiled fondly at the cluster of girls streaming through the door.
"Sure did, Norren." Cake laughed, running up the stairs, shoving a confused Smudge out of the way. Smudge ran a hand through her tangled hair and giggled, not fully comprehending anything.
Norren watched them hurry towards the bunk, eager for the next day to arrive. She smiled and wrote a few notes in her black covered book in the desk.
"Don't give up, goils." She whispered, before blowing out the candle.
--From the demented desk of Derby: Things will get exciting soon, all this boring junk is leading up to it! I promise. {Ps: Sorry to Smudge :P}
