*sighs* what I wouldn't give to be Eminem's daughter (Chris, Joshie Hartnett, Spot, Heath Ledger, Brian…etc)…she's so cute too! I love Hailies Song…
Hey everyone! It's new story time! Yayay! Lol…I had inspiration while listening to Smalltown Poets (one of the only good Christian bands…actual there's several…) so…here's a go…
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A luminescent speck
Shining at the perfect time
Tests the temporary night
And signals other tiny fires
Time to light up and fly
Light up, light up and fly- Smalltown Poets
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There's a clever girl/who wonders what voice to believe/when she hears all they have to say- Smalltown Poets
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Jack was gone. Who knows where. Probably Santa Fe; but that didn't matter. What mattered was that he was gone. Probably forever, but who knows. What matters is the here and now.
Everybody sat on their respective bunks. No one talked. Everyone sat. Stared blankly. Thought. Then as if by surprise, Mush (by some divine intervention) had an idea.
Who could always cheer him up when he was little? His baby sister, of course. Well, she wasn't a baby anymore, she was 15 years old. He should get her to come. She was a bit young to be hanging around the rough newsies, but, he just wouldn't let her go to Brooklyn.
* - ° - *
"Oh my! It's from Adam!" Victory squealed when she received the day's mail. She hadn't heard from him in a good 5 years. She read the short letter quickly, and again squealed out of sheer joy. She ran, a very unladylike gesture, into the parlor and interrupted her mother's afternoon tea with the mayor's wife. "MOM!…oh excuse me. Mother, I just received a letter from Adam. He wants me to come to New York."
After a lengthy argument with her parents and several days of packing, Victory Antoinette Swenson was seated in the first class section of a train bound from Boston to New York City.
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Victory stepped off of the train and directed the burly man to put her trunk down near her. She took a deep breath of the rather dirty Manhattan air. She shrieked when she saw the familiar dark face with the dark curly hair standing at the depot. His attention was directed to her when he heard the shriek, and they ran towards each other. He engulfed her in a hug and swung her around. He kissed her roughly on the cheek and set her down.
Mush ran his hand through his hair. "How long's it been? Probably five or six years now," he said awkwardly. His sister looked great.
"Yeah," she breathed. "You said you were bringing a friend," she said, ignoring his dirty clothing and messy appearance, there would be plenty of time to fix that.
"He's right back there," Mush said, pointing at a blonde haired, fair skinned boy with one blue eye, and an eye patch over the other. When Kid Blink say they were talking about him, he waved politely. Mush had expressly told his to stay away form his sister, although she was gorgeous.
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With arms wide open, under the sunlight, welcome to this place, I'll show you everything. With arms wide open, now everything has changed, I'll show you love, I'll show you everything, with arms wide open-- Creed
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Mush and Blink had showed her the city in a nutshell; newsie style. Mostly Mush though. Blink was strangely quiet and stand-offish, thought Victory. He was very good-looking though. But, being ladylike, it's not like she was going to make the first move. So, she let it be.
They came upon a small restaurant that bore the name Tibby's. Mush held the door for Victory. Blink had to hold the door for himself. Victory was shocked at the amount of boys that could squish into the little restaurant at one time.
"HEY BOYS!" yelled Mush. They all despondently turned their heads in his direction, mostly wanting to know what had put Mush in such a good mood. Jack was gone. Nuff said. "Boys, this is my baby sister," that remark was rewarded by a death glare from Victory. "Her name is Victory. Vic, this is…" and he raddled off the names off all the newsies in the place. They all had brightened up considerably at the sight of a beautiful girl. She didn't look all that much like Mush. A little bit. She had dark brown hair, and beautiful hazel eyes. She had the naturally tan skin, but not as dark as Mush's. Her hair wasn't curly, it was wavy. She had a slender figure, with all the right curves.
"Hello everyone," she managed to get out, still deeply and utterly confused at all the names that had just been thrown at her. Mush led her over to a booth where Blink had sat, with Spot, Race, and Dutchy. They all reintroduced themselves.
"So Spot, what ya doin in Manhattan?"
"Well, I heard about Jack," he started.
"Haven't we all," muttered Victory.
"Quiet Vicki," prompted Mush. Victory decided that since she wasn't with her mother or father, she could have a bit more of a dirty mouth.
"Oh shove it up your ass," she said playfully. Mush's eyes got wide as he looked at his baby sister. Blink was muffling his laughter, and Spot was trying (without succeeding) to do the same, whereas Race and Dutchy's faces held almost the same expression as Mush's.
Spot's laughing fit subsided, and he continued, "So I decided to take a week or two off from Brooklyn, I left Maniac in charge, and decided to be a Manhattan leader for awhile." he shrugged and Mush nodded. Someone like Spot could really help Manhattan's current status. Which was zero. "So, what's your sister's newsie name going to be?" he changed the subject.
"She's not staying. And she's not becoming a newsie."
"Lighten up Ada--I mean Mush." she caught herself.
"Yeah Mushy, lighten up," said Spot and Blink in unison.
Mush shrugged. Race took that opening and decided to jump in. "Kid needs a nickname," he said grinning from ear to ear at Victory. "Hmmm….what do you like to do?" he asked Victory.
She got a puzzled look on her face. "Ummm…..I play the piano, I ride," she started.
"Ride what?" asked Spot. She got an are-you-stupid look on her face.
"Horses ya idiot," Mush cut in. "I remember when you were little, you liked to play the Moonlight Sonata, and basically the prelude to anything." he grinned. She giggled. "You were really good. Like really really good." Spot snapped his fingers.
"That's it!" he said. He received a chorus of whats. "Prelude." Mush grinned. Even though he didn't like the idea of his sister getting a nickname (it would just make her want to stay, which she wasn't) it fit her remarkably well.
She grinned. "I like it," she said. Everyone nodded in agreement. Mush felt that he had done the right thing by bringing her here.
Hey everyone! It's new story time! Yayay! Lol…I had inspiration while listening to Smalltown Poets (one of the only good Christian bands…actual there's several…) so…here's a go…
~ * ~ * ° * ~ * ~
A luminescent speck
Shining at the perfect time
Tests the temporary night
And signals other tiny fires
Time to light up and fly
Light up, light up and fly- Smalltown Poets
~ * ~ * ° * ~ * ~
There's a clever girl/who wonders what voice to believe/when she hears all they have to say- Smalltown Poets
* - ° - *
Jack was gone. Who knows where. Probably Santa Fe; but that didn't matter. What mattered was that he was gone. Probably forever, but who knows. What matters is the here and now.
Everybody sat on their respective bunks. No one talked. Everyone sat. Stared blankly. Thought. Then as if by surprise, Mush (by some divine intervention) had an idea.
Who could always cheer him up when he was little? His baby sister, of course. Well, she wasn't a baby anymore, she was 15 years old. He should get her to come. She was a bit young to be hanging around the rough newsies, but, he just wouldn't let her go to Brooklyn.
* - ° - *
"Oh my! It's from Adam!" Victory squealed when she received the day's mail. She hadn't heard from him in a good 5 years. She read the short letter quickly, and again squealed out of sheer joy. She ran, a very unladylike gesture, into the parlor and interrupted her mother's afternoon tea with the mayor's wife. "MOM!…oh excuse me. Mother, I just received a letter from Adam. He wants me to come to New York."
After a lengthy argument with her parents and several days of packing, Victory Antoinette Swenson was seated in the first class section of a train bound from Boston to New York City.
* - ° - *
Victory stepped off of the train and directed the burly man to put her trunk down near her. She took a deep breath of the rather dirty Manhattan air. She shrieked when she saw the familiar dark face with the dark curly hair standing at the depot. His attention was directed to her when he heard the shriek, and they ran towards each other. He engulfed her in a hug and swung her around. He kissed her roughly on the cheek and set her down.
Mush ran his hand through his hair. "How long's it been? Probably five or six years now," he said awkwardly. His sister looked great.
"Yeah," she breathed. "You said you were bringing a friend," she said, ignoring his dirty clothing and messy appearance, there would be plenty of time to fix that.
"He's right back there," Mush said, pointing at a blonde haired, fair skinned boy with one blue eye, and an eye patch over the other. When Kid Blink say they were talking about him, he waved politely. Mush had expressly told his to stay away form his sister, although she was gorgeous.
* - ° - *
With arms wide open, under the sunlight, welcome to this place, I'll show you everything. With arms wide open, now everything has changed, I'll show you love, I'll show you everything, with arms wide open-- Creed
* - ° - *
Mush and Blink had showed her the city in a nutshell; newsie style. Mostly Mush though. Blink was strangely quiet and stand-offish, thought Victory. He was very good-looking though. But, being ladylike, it's not like she was going to make the first move. So, she let it be.
They came upon a small restaurant that bore the name Tibby's. Mush held the door for Victory. Blink had to hold the door for himself. Victory was shocked at the amount of boys that could squish into the little restaurant at one time.
"HEY BOYS!" yelled Mush. They all despondently turned their heads in his direction, mostly wanting to know what had put Mush in such a good mood. Jack was gone. Nuff said. "Boys, this is my baby sister," that remark was rewarded by a death glare from Victory. "Her name is Victory. Vic, this is…" and he raddled off the names off all the newsies in the place. They all had brightened up considerably at the sight of a beautiful girl. She didn't look all that much like Mush. A little bit. She had dark brown hair, and beautiful hazel eyes. She had the naturally tan skin, but not as dark as Mush's. Her hair wasn't curly, it was wavy. She had a slender figure, with all the right curves.
"Hello everyone," she managed to get out, still deeply and utterly confused at all the names that had just been thrown at her. Mush led her over to a booth where Blink had sat, with Spot, Race, and Dutchy. They all reintroduced themselves.
"So Spot, what ya doin in Manhattan?"
"Well, I heard about Jack," he started.
"Haven't we all," muttered Victory.
"Quiet Vicki," prompted Mush. Victory decided that since she wasn't with her mother or father, she could have a bit more of a dirty mouth.
"Oh shove it up your ass," she said playfully. Mush's eyes got wide as he looked at his baby sister. Blink was muffling his laughter, and Spot was trying (without succeeding) to do the same, whereas Race and Dutchy's faces held almost the same expression as Mush's.
Spot's laughing fit subsided, and he continued, "So I decided to take a week or two off from Brooklyn, I left Maniac in charge, and decided to be a Manhattan leader for awhile." he shrugged and Mush nodded. Someone like Spot could really help Manhattan's current status. Which was zero. "So, what's your sister's newsie name going to be?" he changed the subject.
"She's not staying. And she's not becoming a newsie."
"Lighten up Ada--I mean Mush." she caught herself.
"Yeah Mushy, lighten up," said Spot and Blink in unison.
Mush shrugged. Race took that opening and decided to jump in. "Kid needs a nickname," he said grinning from ear to ear at Victory. "Hmmm….what do you like to do?" he asked Victory.
She got a puzzled look on her face. "Ummm…..I play the piano, I ride," she started.
"Ride what?" asked Spot. She got an are-you-stupid look on her face.
"Horses ya idiot," Mush cut in. "I remember when you were little, you liked to play the Moonlight Sonata, and basically the prelude to anything." he grinned. She giggled. "You were really good. Like really really good." Spot snapped his fingers.
"That's it!" he said. He received a chorus of whats. "Prelude." Mush grinned. Even though he didn't like the idea of his sister getting a nickname (it would just make her want to stay, which she wasn't) it fit her remarkably well.
She grinned. "I like it," she said. Everyone nodded in agreement. Mush felt that he had done the right thing by bringing her here.