Aight. Hiya. Timber here. I ready to start this again. I wrote a whole chappie, and my dumb comp deleted it. OK so now I have half a sandwich (lunch), a big bottle of water, and watermelon. Yum. I think I'm ready. Oh, and I have my Creed/ Green Day/ Lifehouse/ Eminem mix playing for background music. Hehe. Anywhoz…this story is about a super awesome char that I made up named Caleb, and a super awesome person that I know named Alex or Mist, or Mistified. Hehe anywhoz, I'm also gonna throw myself in there as one of my many selves, Pistol O'Markley. Is that not the coolest name ever? Lol. I'd change my real nn (Timber) to it, but that would cause to much trouble. Lol. Anywhoz...I'm gonna write the story now. And Misty I expect long reviews from you! Hehe.
Caleb's Story (so far untitled…lil help please)
By: Maniac Conlon/ Timber Tarleton/ Pistol O'Markley
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters that were in the movie Newsies. I do own Caleb, Pistol, Maniac, and everyone who wasn't in the movie Newsies, except Alex/Mist who belongs to herself. And various other chars that belong to themselves.
Caleb Whitney was walking swiftly through the cold streets of New York City. It was only November, but it was freezing cold. It was about 6 o'clock in the evening and most people were eating supper, which was where he was heading, so the streets were fairly empty. When it would hit quarter to 7 or 7 o'clock the street would be relatively full again, with people walking back home from their suppers. But then by dusk the streets would be empty except for the night people of New York City, and they weren't exactly the finest citizens.
The bitter cold wind was nipping at Caleb through this old, worn coat. He pulled it tighter around himself and tried to keep his mind of the cold by doing hid friend Angela's trick of people watching. She claimed it kept your mind off of your problems. He tried but the only people out on the street were the kind you try to avoid at night, very greasy and mean looking. There was one or two snobbish looking gentlemen trying to walk home in time for supper. The he spotted someone interesting to watch for awhile.
It was a girl who looked like she also was having trouble with the cold. She had light brown hair that ended a few inches below her shoulders. She was slim, not skinny and she had a good figure from what Caleb could see. She was looking down to block the wind from her face, and she wasn't watching where she was going. About 3 second later she ran into the greasiest of the greasy.
"Hey baby you might wanna watch where your going," said the greasy man. The girl didn't look at him. She tried to walk away but some more greasy guys stopped her.
"Let me go," she said softly.
The greasiest man shook his head. "No. Now, you see that because you ran into me, now your mine." Caleb rolled his deep blue eyes and walked up to the little group of greasy, greasier, and greasiest and the girl.
"Look buddy, leave her alone," said Caleb.
"Who's gonna make me? You, ya little hero boy?" said Greasiest, although Caleb was bigger then any of the grease. Caleb was over six foot and he was built extremely well. He had blonde hair just long enough to fall into his deep blue eyes.
"You don't wanna make me," said Caleb. The grease rolled their eyes but walked away. The girl looked up at Caleb. A wave of recognition flashed through her. She knew him. She looked vaguely familiar to Caleb, but he didn't know where from, so he shrugged it off. She had blue gray that looked very grateful.
"Thanks," she said quietly, and walked away. Caleb just couldn't let her go.
"Your welcome," he said catching up and walking backwards in front of her. She didn't make eye contact with him. "What's your name?"
"Alex, but my friends call me Mist," she said, blushing.
"My name's Caleb," he said. There was a brief silence. "Where are you going?"
"Home," she said shortly.
"And where would that be?"
"None of your business."
"Aww c'mon," said Caleb, and she opened her mouth to say something but Caleb ran into a lamppost. He had been walking backwards and not looking where he was going.
She muffled laughter and kept walking.
~*~Harlem~*~
Pistol O'Markley had her feet up on the desk at the entrance to the Harlem lodging house. She was co-leader of Harlem with Maniac Conlon, who had moved from Brooklyn after a disagreement with her older brother, Spot.
Pistol was waiting for Maniac, short for Pyromaniac, to come home form her date with Bandit, from Brooklyn. Pistol watched guys going in and out of the lodge. Suddenly she had a thought.
"'Ey Kick get over here!" she yelled to a short, well built buy with short black hair and dark eyes. Kick was Pistol's messenger/accountant/whatever else Pistol wanted him to do.
"Yeah 'Stol?"
"When was the last time I was over in 'Hattan?" Pistol asked him. Kick scratched his head.
"Well I 'pose it's been about half a month or so…why?"
"I'm thinking bout goin over there again. Haven't seen Caleb in awhile…Kick can you get message to Queens in about half an hour?"
Kick looked thoughtful. "Hmm….yeah why?"
"Nevermind why…just tell Rifle Flanigan to meet me at the Horace Greeley statue at midnight tonight." Kick raised an eyebrow, but shrugged.
~*~Manhattan~*~
Caleb was walking next to the girl, not talking. She had agreed to let him walk her home, forgetting a slight detail. They were walking in the general direction of the Manhattan lodge, but Caleb wasn't thinking about it.
She stopped in front of it. Caleb looked confused. "Well, this is it," she said shyly.
"You live at the same lodging house as me?" said Caleb, confused.
"Well, yeah."
"No wonder you look familiar. You don't talk much do you?"
She shrugged. "I do to my close friends." he shook his head.
"Ya wanna come and get some supper with me?"
"Sure."
~*~Midnight in Manhattan~*~
Pistol was leaning up against the Horace Greeley statue, a bag at her feet, a cigarette in her hand. She leaned back and blew smoke up at the night sky. She had green eyes and dark brown hair with light brown streaks in it. She closed her eyes and inhaled the night air deeply.
When she opened her eyes, there was someone standing in front of her. He was tall, with tan skin, black hair and dark eyes. He too was carrying a bag. She grinned and he smiled back.
"Hey sexy," he said.
"Hey hun," she replied. He walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "How ya been?" she asked after a much awaited kiss.
"Ehh…my boys are about as hard to handle as usual. How about you?"
"Same." she sighed and put her head on his chest. Her 5 foot 7 frame fit nicely into his own 6 foot 2. She could feel his heart beating through his shirt and then she let go. She yawned. "We better get in, I'm dead tired." he nodded and they walked to the Manhattan lodge, and went in.
They signed in and she collapsed on the couch. "C'mon Stol get up."
"Ehhh…" she protested.
She walked over and picked her up. He carried her up the stairs and placed her in a bunk. There were a few newsies still up, including Race, Skittery, Swifty, Mush and Blink, waiting for Jack to come back from his late night date with his new mystery woman.
No one but Manhattan knew about the secret relationship of Pistol O'Markley and Rifle Flanigan, and they all knew to keep their mouths shut. They all said a quiet hi to Pistol and Rifle. Those two were a match made in Heaven. They were both leaders, and both were nicknamed after guns. Rifle climbed in the bed that he had put Pistol in and soon they both drifted off to sleep.
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~Maniac/ Timber/ Pistol/ Rachel
Caleb's Story (so far untitled…lil help please)
By: Maniac Conlon/ Timber Tarleton/ Pistol O'Markley
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters that were in the movie Newsies. I do own Caleb, Pistol, Maniac, and everyone who wasn't in the movie Newsies, except Alex/Mist who belongs to herself. And various other chars that belong to themselves.
Caleb Whitney was walking swiftly through the cold streets of New York City. It was only November, but it was freezing cold. It was about 6 o'clock in the evening and most people were eating supper, which was where he was heading, so the streets were fairly empty. When it would hit quarter to 7 or 7 o'clock the street would be relatively full again, with people walking back home from their suppers. But then by dusk the streets would be empty except for the night people of New York City, and they weren't exactly the finest citizens.
The bitter cold wind was nipping at Caleb through this old, worn coat. He pulled it tighter around himself and tried to keep his mind of the cold by doing hid friend Angela's trick of people watching. She claimed it kept your mind off of your problems. He tried but the only people out on the street were the kind you try to avoid at night, very greasy and mean looking. There was one or two snobbish looking gentlemen trying to walk home in time for supper. The he spotted someone interesting to watch for awhile.
It was a girl who looked like she also was having trouble with the cold. She had light brown hair that ended a few inches below her shoulders. She was slim, not skinny and she had a good figure from what Caleb could see. She was looking down to block the wind from her face, and she wasn't watching where she was going. About 3 second later she ran into the greasiest of the greasy.
"Hey baby you might wanna watch where your going," said the greasy man. The girl didn't look at him. She tried to walk away but some more greasy guys stopped her.
"Let me go," she said softly.
The greasiest man shook his head. "No. Now, you see that because you ran into me, now your mine." Caleb rolled his deep blue eyes and walked up to the little group of greasy, greasier, and greasiest and the girl.
"Look buddy, leave her alone," said Caleb.
"Who's gonna make me? You, ya little hero boy?" said Greasiest, although Caleb was bigger then any of the grease. Caleb was over six foot and he was built extremely well. He had blonde hair just long enough to fall into his deep blue eyes.
"You don't wanna make me," said Caleb. The grease rolled their eyes but walked away. The girl looked up at Caleb. A wave of recognition flashed through her. She knew him. She looked vaguely familiar to Caleb, but he didn't know where from, so he shrugged it off. She had blue gray that looked very grateful.
"Thanks," she said quietly, and walked away. Caleb just couldn't let her go.
"Your welcome," he said catching up and walking backwards in front of her. She didn't make eye contact with him. "What's your name?"
"Alex, but my friends call me Mist," she said, blushing.
"My name's Caleb," he said. There was a brief silence. "Where are you going?"
"Home," she said shortly.
"And where would that be?"
"None of your business."
"Aww c'mon," said Caleb, and she opened her mouth to say something but Caleb ran into a lamppost. He had been walking backwards and not looking where he was going.
She muffled laughter and kept walking.
~*~Harlem~*~
Pistol O'Markley had her feet up on the desk at the entrance to the Harlem lodging house. She was co-leader of Harlem with Maniac Conlon, who had moved from Brooklyn after a disagreement with her older brother, Spot.
Pistol was waiting for Maniac, short for Pyromaniac, to come home form her date with Bandit, from Brooklyn. Pistol watched guys going in and out of the lodge. Suddenly she had a thought.
"'Ey Kick get over here!" she yelled to a short, well built buy with short black hair and dark eyes. Kick was Pistol's messenger/accountant/whatever else Pistol wanted him to do.
"Yeah 'Stol?"
"When was the last time I was over in 'Hattan?" Pistol asked him. Kick scratched his head.
"Well I 'pose it's been about half a month or so…why?"
"I'm thinking bout goin over there again. Haven't seen Caleb in awhile…Kick can you get message to Queens in about half an hour?"
Kick looked thoughtful. "Hmm….yeah why?"
"Nevermind why…just tell Rifle Flanigan to meet me at the Horace Greeley statue at midnight tonight." Kick raised an eyebrow, but shrugged.
~*~Manhattan~*~
Caleb was walking next to the girl, not talking. She had agreed to let him walk her home, forgetting a slight detail. They were walking in the general direction of the Manhattan lodge, but Caleb wasn't thinking about it.
She stopped in front of it. Caleb looked confused. "Well, this is it," she said shyly.
"You live at the same lodging house as me?" said Caleb, confused.
"Well, yeah."
"No wonder you look familiar. You don't talk much do you?"
She shrugged. "I do to my close friends." he shook his head.
"Ya wanna come and get some supper with me?"
"Sure."
~*~Midnight in Manhattan~*~
Pistol was leaning up against the Horace Greeley statue, a bag at her feet, a cigarette in her hand. She leaned back and blew smoke up at the night sky. She had green eyes and dark brown hair with light brown streaks in it. She closed her eyes and inhaled the night air deeply.
When she opened her eyes, there was someone standing in front of her. He was tall, with tan skin, black hair and dark eyes. He too was carrying a bag. She grinned and he smiled back.
"Hey sexy," he said.
"Hey hun," she replied. He walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "How ya been?" she asked after a much awaited kiss.
"Ehh…my boys are about as hard to handle as usual. How about you?"
"Same." she sighed and put her head on his chest. Her 5 foot 7 frame fit nicely into his own 6 foot 2. She could feel his heart beating through his shirt and then she let go. She yawned. "We better get in, I'm dead tired." he nodded and they walked to the Manhattan lodge, and went in.
They signed in and she collapsed on the couch. "C'mon Stol get up."
"Ehhh…" she protested.
She walked over and picked her up. He carried her up the stairs and placed her in a bunk. There were a few newsies still up, including Race, Skittery, Swifty, Mush and Blink, waiting for Jack to come back from his late night date with his new mystery woman.
No one but Manhattan knew about the secret relationship of Pistol O'Markley and Rifle Flanigan, and they all knew to keep their mouths shut. They all said a quiet hi to Pistol and Rifle. Those two were a match made in Heaven. They were both leaders, and both were nicknamed after guns. Rifle climbed in the bed that he had put Pistol in and soon they both drifted off to sleep.
Did ya like it? Hate it? Tell me tell me tell me! Luv ya and REVIEW!
~Maniac/ Timber/ Pistol/ Rachel