Irish stared up at the sign for the Newsboys Lodging House for a
minute before going in. She smiled at the old man standing behind the
counter and decided that she had made a good choice in wearing pants
instead of a skirt like she had to wear at work. The old man looked up at
her and she smiled and walked forward so she could talk with him. "Hi my
name's Irish Fury you must be Kloppman."
He looked at her and smiled kindly, "Yeah and you'se da goil Jack has been tellin me about but he said you worked at Medda's so what are you'se doin here?"
She frowned a little bit before getting her easy demeaner up and smiling, "I'se jist need ta talk wit Cowboy, he's here right?"
"Yeah up da stairs eider in da bunkroom or on da roof."
"Thanks," I waved and walked up the steps and into the bunkroom, I scanned the faces looking for Jack and not really talking to any of the others since I didn't know any of them. I didn't see him but the guys noticed me, and one came up to me and he looked vaguely familiar.
"Hey I'se know you, you'se dat goil from Medda's."
I nodded and tried to walk past him but he grabbed my arm, I turned around and punched him and he dropped my arm. "Tank you'se now move outta da way I'se in a rush, where's da Cowboy?"
The window to the fire escape opened and Jack stepped in, "I'se right here Irish what's wrong?"
I frowned mad that he could read me so easily, "I'se gotta tawk to you'se and it's impoirtant." Just then a girl came in to and she was a little red, probably from being caught. She looked familiar but I dismissed it.
"Is it dat impoirtant, I'se got a date tonight, Fury."
"Look it's impoirtant."
"Well can it wait a half hour so I can tawlk wit me goil about cancelin da date."
Irish growled in frustration, "No it's impoirtant Sullivan! I'se need you to come wit me now!"
His eyes widened when she used his real name but he followed her without further argument and she led him up and down the streets until they got to the Brooklyn Bridge. He stopped her and turned her around to face him, "What's goin on Kat?"
"Look you'se know how I used to have a brudder but he ran away from the orphanage before I did and I didn't know." She said all this slipping back into her Chicago accent, "Well I heard dat he's been in Brooklyn and stayin wit dose newsies. I know you'se are friends wit da leader, Spot Conlin and I can't just go in there and say Shawn O'Hara get down here right now so I can soak you. No I need you'se ta come wit me so I can talk to Spot and find out if he is there."
Jack ran a hand through his hair and sighed, realizing that this was so important to me because Shawn was my twin brother. "Alright let's go." We continued the walk in silence and we walked to the docks to check there first. When we got there Jack said to just follow his lead so I did and he walked by all the newsies ignoring their remarks and went to where a boy was sitting on top of crates like a king.
He jumped down, "Jacky what are you'se doin here and who's dat?" He and Jack spit shook and he stared at me, if he wasn't creeping me out I probably would have thought he was cute. I kept my aloof exterior willing him not to have any effect on me.
"Dat's Irish Fury and we'se are here on business. We'se lookin for someone came here bout what Irish six years ago." At my curt nod he went back to looking at Spot, "Came in wit da name Shawn prolly has a nick by now but we'se still wanna know if he's here."
Spot studied me and then whistled three times repeatedly waited two beats and then once more. Out of nowhere a newsie the same height as Irish popped up and looked at Spot, "Yeah?"
"Well Rage you'se got company." Irish studied him closely as he did her and she saw matching eyes and the same color hair and shaped nose. She tightened her hands into fists at her sides and counted to ten trying to calm down.
Jack smirked at the irony of their names, "So you'se Rage huh and you'se Fury."
"Shove it Sullivan." He knew to be quiet when she used that tone and his real name because she only did that when she was mad. Spot looked at Jack and raised an eyebrow at him before looking between Rage and Fury. Fury bowed her head and raised her eyes then lifted her hat to let the hair fall down her back and stuck her hat back on. "I'se got one ting ta say to you Shawn O'Hara and dat's dat you bettah run and run fast."
Recognition passed over his eyes and he realized the danger he was in and quickly turned the other way and ran down the docks with Irish hot on his heels. He reached the end and was about to turn left when she went crashing into him and pushed him into the river. He fell in and she realized he couldn't swim so she dove in after him and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him up on the dock. By this time they had attracted quite a crowd and she glared at them, "What ain't you'se nevah seen a brudder and sistah reunited, ain't like he can't swim he hit his head. Now outta me way," She pulled him more onto the dock and saw he was unconscious
He looked at her and smiled kindly, "Yeah and you'se da goil Jack has been tellin me about but he said you worked at Medda's so what are you'se doin here?"
She frowned a little bit before getting her easy demeaner up and smiling, "I'se jist need ta talk wit Cowboy, he's here right?"
"Yeah up da stairs eider in da bunkroom or on da roof."
"Thanks," I waved and walked up the steps and into the bunkroom, I scanned the faces looking for Jack and not really talking to any of the others since I didn't know any of them. I didn't see him but the guys noticed me, and one came up to me and he looked vaguely familiar.
"Hey I'se know you, you'se dat goil from Medda's."
I nodded and tried to walk past him but he grabbed my arm, I turned around and punched him and he dropped my arm. "Tank you'se now move outta da way I'se in a rush, where's da Cowboy?"
The window to the fire escape opened and Jack stepped in, "I'se right here Irish what's wrong?"
I frowned mad that he could read me so easily, "I'se gotta tawk to you'se and it's impoirtant." Just then a girl came in to and she was a little red, probably from being caught. She looked familiar but I dismissed it.
"Is it dat impoirtant, I'se got a date tonight, Fury."
"Look it's impoirtant."
"Well can it wait a half hour so I can tawlk wit me goil about cancelin da date."
Irish growled in frustration, "No it's impoirtant Sullivan! I'se need you to come wit me now!"
His eyes widened when she used his real name but he followed her without further argument and she led him up and down the streets until they got to the Brooklyn Bridge. He stopped her and turned her around to face him, "What's goin on Kat?"
"Look you'se know how I used to have a brudder but he ran away from the orphanage before I did and I didn't know." She said all this slipping back into her Chicago accent, "Well I heard dat he's been in Brooklyn and stayin wit dose newsies. I know you'se are friends wit da leader, Spot Conlin and I can't just go in there and say Shawn O'Hara get down here right now so I can soak you. No I need you'se ta come wit me so I can talk to Spot and find out if he is there."
Jack ran a hand through his hair and sighed, realizing that this was so important to me because Shawn was my twin brother. "Alright let's go." We continued the walk in silence and we walked to the docks to check there first. When we got there Jack said to just follow his lead so I did and he walked by all the newsies ignoring their remarks and went to where a boy was sitting on top of crates like a king.
He jumped down, "Jacky what are you'se doin here and who's dat?" He and Jack spit shook and he stared at me, if he wasn't creeping me out I probably would have thought he was cute. I kept my aloof exterior willing him not to have any effect on me.
"Dat's Irish Fury and we'se are here on business. We'se lookin for someone came here bout what Irish six years ago." At my curt nod he went back to looking at Spot, "Came in wit da name Shawn prolly has a nick by now but we'se still wanna know if he's here."
Spot studied me and then whistled three times repeatedly waited two beats and then once more. Out of nowhere a newsie the same height as Irish popped up and looked at Spot, "Yeah?"
"Well Rage you'se got company." Irish studied him closely as he did her and she saw matching eyes and the same color hair and shaped nose. She tightened her hands into fists at her sides and counted to ten trying to calm down.
Jack smirked at the irony of their names, "So you'se Rage huh and you'se Fury."
"Shove it Sullivan." He knew to be quiet when she used that tone and his real name because she only did that when she was mad. Spot looked at Jack and raised an eyebrow at him before looking between Rage and Fury. Fury bowed her head and raised her eyes then lifted her hat to let the hair fall down her back and stuck her hat back on. "I'se got one ting ta say to you Shawn O'Hara and dat's dat you bettah run and run fast."
Recognition passed over his eyes and he realized the danger he was in and quickly turned the other way and ran down the docks with Irish hot on his heels. He reached the end and was about to turn left when she went crashing into him and pushed him into the river. He fell in and she realized he couldn't swim so she dove in after him and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him up on the dock. By this time they had attracted quite a crowd and she glared at them, "What ain't you'se nevah seen a brudder and sistah reunited, ain't like he can't swim he hit his head. Now outta me way," She pulled him more onto the dock and saw he was unconscious