A/N: I'm trying to think of original plots, but there's only so much you
can write about concerning Newsies. Anyway, hope everyone enjoys it ^____^
Disclaimer: I'm pretty sure you can figure it out. :)
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The frosted panes of glass emitted the soft, yellow glow of incandescent light lining the street. Streets were crowded despite the numbing weather; the poker-faced people that passed seemed immune to the gelid gales of wind. An ethereal figure stood before a bright shop window, the candlelight casting flickering shadows on the glimmering blanket of snow. The wan face was coloured slightly by two kisses from frost on either cheek, peacock eyes were fixed upon something lying within the glass display.
A sterling chain was wrapped around a velvet neck, a small ornate star of luminous silver hung on the end of the chain, and a small piece of gossamer lace was framed within the star. The wispy figure pressed her nose against the glass, wanting to see the necklace as close as possible. Her calloused hands left a print of vapour. She glanced into the star lit sky, but turned and slowly pushed open the door leading into the shop.
Bells chimed like a Lilliputian choir as the door was opened timidly. The elderly shopkeeper looked up from under tufted dove brows; his azure eyes seemed to have a candle lit within them. He smiled warmly putting down his freshly inked pen.
"May I help you, child?" his voice was glossy and shiny as a lake of ice.
The child cocked her head to one side slightly, her eyes wide as a preening peacock, blues and greens mingling. She stepped further within the shop, wanting desperately to glimpse at the necklace again.
"How much is that, that, necklace in the window? With the star?" she replied softly, almost in a whisper.
"Ten dollars."
The child gasped, ten dollars was far more than she had expected. Sighing nimbly she took one last look at the necklace gleaming in the lurid light and began to trudge out, facing the harsh winds again. The shopkeeper felt pity for the slightly ragged girl.
"Tell me your name, child, if you will." He said smoothly, clasping his claw like hands together.
The child stopped.
"Olivia. I do prefer Livvy though."
Livvy did not receive a spoken response but a simple nod and smile. Her dull midnight hair was beginning to fall from the loose bun into her eyes. Majestic snowflakes still tumbled from the ashen sky as she exited.
The star necklace winked once more, but Livvy ignored it. It was going to be a cold winter.
Derby: This will continue, and Crutchy will be in it next chapter. ^__^
Disclaimer: I'm pretty sure you can figure it out. :)
~*~*~*~
The frosted panes of glass emitted the soft, yellow glow of incandescent light lining the street. Streets were crowded despite the numbing weather; the poker-faced people that passed seemed immune to the gelid gales of wind. An ethereal figure stood before a bright shop window, the candlelight casting flickering shadows on the glimmering blanket of snow. The wan face was coloured slightly by two kisses from frost on either cheek, peacock eyes were fixed upon something lying within the glass display.
A sterling chain was wrapped around a velvet neck, a small ornate star of luminous silver hung on the end of the chain, and a small piece of gossamer lace was framed within the star. The wispy figure pressed her nose against the glass, wanting to see the necklace as close as possible. Her calloused hands left a print of vapour. She glanced into the star lit sky, but turned and slowly pushed open the door leading into the shop.
Bells chimed like a Lilliputian choir as the door was opened timidly. The elderly shopkeeper looked up from under tufted dove brows; his azure eyes seemed to have a candle lit within them. He smiled warmly putting down his freshly inked pen.
"May I help you, child?" his voice was glossy and shiny as a lake of ice.
The child cocked her head to one side slightly, her eyes wide as a preening peacock, blues and greens mingling. She stepped further within the shop, wanting desperately to glimpse at the necklace again.
"How much is that, that, necklace in the window? With the star?" she replied softly, almost in a whisper.
"Ten dollars."
The child gasped, ten dollars was far more than she had expected. Sighing nimbly she took one last look at the necklace gleaming in the lurid light and began to trudge out, facing the harsh winds again. The shopkeeper felt pity for the slightly ragged girl.
"Tell me your name, child, if you will." He said smoothly, clasping his claw like hands together.
The child stopped.
"Olivia. I do prefer Livvy though."
Livvy did not receive a spoken response but a simple nod and smile. Her dull midnight hair was beginning to fall from the loose bun into her eyes. Majestic snowflakes still tumbled from the ashen sky as she exited.
The star necklace winked once more, but Livvy ignored it. It was going to be a cold winter.
Derby: This will continue, and Crutchy will be in it next chapter. ^__^