"Where the hell is he, I kinda wanna finish this game sometime tonight." Race threw his cards down and stood. He pushed his way threw his fellow newsies, stopping next to Blink. He pointed to the open window. "How long has he been up there, twenty minutes?" He rolled his eyes. "What could they be doing up their?"
Blink slapped his back. "Don't sweat it. He'll be down."
"Yea, unless they soaked him like they did the Dalanceys, and we're just standing around doing nothing." Race replied remembering their confersation at Tibby's. He still had a hard time belieiving a girl beat the crap out of both Dalanceys. She either had to be really stupid or a born fighter.
Race became alert hearing the yells of the newsies crammed in the small room of Jack's return. Everyone watched intently as Jack jumped threw the window. He eyed up the room, and turned offering his hand to a young girl.
Her blonde hair fell over her eyes as she stepped off the ledge of the window. She looked around the room shyly, her blue eyes sparkling. She was absolutly beautiful. Unlike everyone else, Race looked shocked. This could not be the right girl. She looked too...what was the word...frageil, yea that's it. She looked excessively frageil to soak anybody.
Another girl, smaller but musculer, jumped through the window. Everyone muffled a laugh as she knocked Jack's helping hand out of the way, stating she didn't need any help. Watched, intrueged by her, as she flipped a brown curl out of her face. Like her friend, she was beautiful, but the confiedence look she held made her stand out.
Both wore boys clothing, similar to every boy in the room. Button down shirt, and pants with suspenders. The blonde, however, was dressed in a very neat fashion, while the brunette looked as if she just awaken and threw whatever she could find on. Her shirt hang, untucked, and her suspenders hung to her sides. The look somewhat sutied her.
Jack moved forward and cleared his throat. "Fellahs, this here is Mary and Nick. They got in alittle trouble with the Dalanceys and need a place to stay. I already agreed they could stay. Everyone make them feel welcome and don't hasle them."
The next few moments were a flash of chaos. Names flew from every which way, causing both girls heads to spin. Mary greeted everyone with a friendly hello, while Nichole stood, catching maybe two or three of the fourty names she heard. The only two names that stuck in her mind were Spot and Race.
Spot just for the fact that he caused her to laugh, inwardly of course. The way he walked up to her and introduced himself as the leader of the Brooklyn newesies just struck her as funny. This scrawny little boy, a leader? She had more muscels in her arm then he did in his whole body. He was one person she was going to avoid.
Race, she couldn't explain what she thought about him. There was just something, he couldn't say that she liked him, he just intrested her.
Everything calmed down, everyone finding something to occupie themselves. Nichole sat on the windowsill she entered an hour ago by herself. Mary insisted she join her and Kid Blink in a poker game. She declined. She needed some alone time, which she wouldn't get much of living in a bording house with forty boys, so she wanted to take advantage of it. She glanced over at Mary. Besides her and Blink looked comfortable by themselves. Nichole made a mental note to watch the two of them. Like she said before guys in this city just wanted one thing.
Nichole didn't know how long she sat there. An hour maybe two, she lost all track of time when her eyes fluttered closed involuntary. Every activity of the last few days sinking into every muscel of her body.
An eight-year-old girl skipped across the dusty wood floor, whisps of hair that escaped the two braids that hung by her ears tickling her face. Placing the tray of food she held on the table, she pulled her tiny body on the bench. She flashed a triumphant smile to her friend across the table as she finally settled.
Her eyes sparkled mischeifly as her eyes searched the small room crammed to the limit with kids. Her face scrunched with discust as her eyes traveled down to the food in front of her. Stale bread and some kind of watery soup. Hesitently she dipped the spot covered spoon in the soup and tried a sip with a slurp.
Grabbing a part of her faded shirt she rubbed her tongue, attempting to get the taste out of her mouth, without any prevail. Forgetting the foul taste on her tongue, she quickly looked up at her friend who ate her soup innocently.
Her lips curled in a coy smile. Filling her spoon, she flicked her wrist and sent soup flying. The room fell silent for half a second before erupting in complete and utter chaos. Spoons, bread, hats, anything kids could get their hands on flew in every direction.
Her eyes filled with pain, and her booming laughter turned into a groan of agony. Her friend's eyes clouded over with tears as she watched her friend was dragged away by a nun.
The girl cowered in the corner of the room she was dragged into. The nun advanced towards her, ruler beating against her hand in a smooth beat. Each blow was like a daggerpeircing her skin. Tears trickled down her face as the blood from the fresh cuts on her back bleed. Blow after; blow after blow, until her body wracked with tears.
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Mary glanced over in the direction Nichole sat on the windowsill. Her face dropped immediately, and she stood ignoring the glances she received from Blink and every other person that sat around the table.
She knew that look. The look that was engraved deeply in Nichole's sleeping face, she knew the look all to well. She reached out a shaky hand slowly, one question racing through her mind. Should she wake her? She turned towards Blink who stood behinde her, his hand on her should.
"What's the matter?"
Mary opened her mouth to give him an answer, but nothing came out. She couldn't tell him, not here, not now. Besides that, she couldn't even imagine what Nichole would do if she did. She gave Blink a reasuring smile.
"Nothing, I was just getting tired and thought I should wake Nick up too. You know so she doesn't have to sleep on a window sill all night."
He squezzed her shoulder, and left her standing survialing her friend. Any sort of commotion that surrounded the room ceased to a breathless whisper as a THUMP! Filled the air.
Mary looked down, her hand over her hand in shock, at her friend that now lay on the floor.
The impact of the fall woke Nichole instantly. She lay still although she was awake listening quietly to her surroundings. Was it real? It seemed, as it was, as if she just relived a part of her childhood...No, she was just dreaming.
She opened an eye, but quickly closed it and inhaled sharply. Why did everyone have to stand around her, and stare like she was an animal caged in a zoo? Maybe if I just lie here they will all eventually leave.
"Nichole, you okay?"
Damn my luck. "Yea, I'm fine, just tired. I think I'll just lie here until tomorrow."
It was a mumble against the floor, and Mary problay didn't hear, but Nichole could careless. She said something, now maybe everyone would leave.
Her head grew dizzy as the floor began to move farther and farther away. Her head fell limply and her eyes moved left to right. Race on her left and Jack on her right. Each held an arm.
Nichole ripped her arms from the grasp of the two boys and carefully moved to Mary. She slung an arm around her and nodded towards a boy, a patch covering his eye and a bundle of blankets in his arms.
"Blink is going to show us where we can stay."
Nichole nodded only half listening to Mary's words. She followed the two into a room that seemed almost hidden. If you didn't know it was there, you miss it. Blink opened the door to a plain room holding two beds and a burow. Mary snapped her head to Nichole who was now half-awake and stared at her astounded. Blink stopped smoothing the sheets over the beds catching the glance.
"What?"
"We get our own beds?"
Blink grinned widly and contiued to dress the beds. "Yea, ain't you ever slept in a bed before?"
"Yea, when we were little. I just thought that since we aren't newsies that we wouldn't..." Mary trailed off perplexed, not knowing how to end her own sentence. She looked down at her hands embarrassed. Nichole rolled her eyes.
Blink finished the beds and threw a thin pillow on each. He walked over to Mary and patted her shoulder. "It's okay just get some sleep. You need it." His gaze shifted to Nichole. "You too. Go to sleep. I'll see ya tomorrow."
Mary's eyes followed Blink out of the room until the door shut quietly. She sighed contently, and turned towards Nichole who already lie under the covers. She followed her example.
"You seem to have Blinky boy there wrapped around your little finger."
Mary changed positions, taken back by Nichole's accusion and surprised she was still awake. "I do not."
Nichole removed the covers from her head, and shot her a "yea right" look. "If you asked him to sleep with you right then and there he would have jumped at the chance." She giggled at Mary's shocked expression, and ducked the pillow that flew past her head.
"You know I ain't like that!" Mary replied defesivly. Nichole gave another short giggle and threw the pillow back to Mary's bed.
"Mmm Hmm. You tell me when you are like that so you can tell me every detail of that "special night"
Mary ignored Nichole, and placed her pillow under her head and rolled over to face the wall. She knew in her heart
the moment she lost her virginity, she would go straight to Nick.
"Mar?"
"Yea?"
Nichole eyes softened as Mary faced her. She hesitated for a moment. "I'm sorry about earlier this evening...everything I said it was wrong, and I'm sorry if I hurt you."
"You don't have to apoligize." Mary reassured her.
"Yes, I do. You are my only friend and probably will always be my only friend. I don't want my temper to ruin that."
Mary looked across the room at her friend. The sicerity and compassion in her voice caused her eyes to tear. What nobody knew about Nichole was she had a caring side behinde her tough exterier. A side not many got to see.
"You know I'll always be there for you Nick, always."
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Blink slapped his back. "Don't sweat it. He'll be down."
"Yea, unless they soaked him like they did the Dalanceys, and we're just standing around doing nothing." Race replied remembering their confersation at Tibby's. He still had a hard time belieiving a girl beat the crap out of both Dalanceys. She either had to be really stupid or a born fighter.
Race became alert hearing the yells of the newsies crammed in the small room of Jack's return. Everyone watched intently as Jack jumped threw the window. He eyed up the room, and turned offering his hand to a young girl.
Her blonde hair fell over her eyes as she stepped off the ledge of the window. She looked around the room shyly, her blue eyes sparkling. She was absolutly beautiful. Unlike everyone else, Race looked shocked. This could not be the right girl. She looked too...what was the word...frageil, yea that's it. She looked excessively frageil to soak anybody.
Another girl, smaller but musculer, jumped through the window. Everyone muffled a laugh as she knocked Jack's helping hand out of the way, stating she didn't need any help. Watched, intrueged by her, as she flipped a brown curl out of her face. Like her friend, she was beautiful, but the confiedence look she held made her stand out.
Both wore boys clothing, similar to every boy in the room. Button down shirt, and pants with suspenders. The blonde, however, was dressed in a very neat fashion, while the brunette looked as if she just awaken and threw whatever she could find on. Her shirt hang, untucked, and her suspenders hung to her sides. The look somewhat sutied her.
Jack moved forward and cleared his throat. "Fellahs, this here is Mary and Nick. They got in alittle trouble with the Dalanceys and need a place to stay. I already agreed they could stay. Everyone make them feel welcome and don't hasle them."
The next few moments were a flash of chaos. Names flew from every which way, causing both girls heads to spin. Mary greeted everyone with a friendly hello, while Nichole stood, catching maybe two or three of the fourty names she heard. The only two names that stuck in her mind were Spot and Race.
Spot just for the fact that he caused her to laugh, inwardly of course. The way he walked up to her and introduced himself as the leader of the Brooklyn newesies just struck her as funny. This scrawny little boy, a leader? She had more muscels in her arm then he did in his whole body. He was one person she was going to avoid.
Race, she couldn't explain what she thought about him. There was just something, he couldn't say that she liked him, he just intrested her.
Everything calmed down, everyone finding something to occupie themselves. Nichole sat on the windowsill she entered an hour ago by herself. Mary insisted she join her and Kid Blink in a poker game. She declined. She needed some alone time, which she wouldn't get much of living in a bording house with forty boys, so she wanted to take advantage of it. She glanced over at Mary. Besides her and Blink looked comfortable by themselves. Nichole made a mental note to watch the two of them. Like she said before guys in this city just wanted one thing.
Nichole didn't know how long she sat there. An hour maybe two, she lost all track of time when her eyes fluttered closed involuntary. Every activity of the last few days sinking into every muscel of her body.
An eight-year-old girl skipped across the dusty wood floor, whisps of hair that escaped the two braids that hung by her ears tickling her face. Placing the tray of food she held on the table, she pulled her tiny body on the bench. She flashed a triumphant smile to her friend across the table as she finally settled.
Her eyes sparkled mischeifly as her eyes searched the small room crammed to the limit with kids. Her face scrunched with discust as her eyes traveled down to the food in front of her. Stale bread and some kind of watery soup. Hesitently she dipped the spot covered spoon in the soup and tried a sip with a slurp.
Grabbing a part of her faded shirt she rubbed her tongue, attempting to get the taste out of her mouth, without any prevail. Forgetting the foul taste on her tongue, she quickly looked up at her friend who ate her soup innocently.
Her lips curled in a coy smile. Filling her spoon, she flicked her wrist and sent soup flying. The room fell silent for half a second before erupting in complete and utter chaos. Spoons, bread, hats, anything kids could get their hands on flew in every direction.
Her eyes filled with pain, and her booming laughter turned into a groan of agony. Her friend's eyes clouded over with tears as she watched her friend was dragged away by a nun.
The girl cowered in the corner of the room she was dragged into. The nun advanced towards her, ruler beating against her hand in a smooth beat. Each blow was like a daggerpeircing her skin. Tears trickled down her face as the blood from the fresh cuts on her back bleed. Blow after; blow after blow, until her body wracked with tears.
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Mary glanced over in the direction Nichole sat on the windowsill. Her face dropped immediately, and she stood ignoring the glances she received from Blink and every other person that sat around the table.
She knew that look. The look that was engraved deeply in Nichole's sleeping face, she knew the look all to well. She reached out a shaky hand slowly, one question racing through her mind. Should she wake her? She turned towards Blink who stood behinde her, his hand on her should.
"What's the matter?"
Mary opened her mouth to give him an answer, but nothing came out. She couldn't tell him, not here, not now. Besides that, she couldn't even imagine what Nichole would do if she did. She gave Blink a reasuring smile.
"Nothing, I was just getting tired and thought I should wake Nick up too. You know so she doesn't have to sleep on a window sill all night."
He squezzed her shoulder, and left her standing survialing her friend. Any sort of commotion that surrounded the room ceased to a breathless whisper as a THUMP! Filled the air.
Mary looked down, her hand over her hand in shock, at her friend that now lay on the floor.
The impact of the fall woke Nichole instantly. She lay still although she was awake listening quietly to her surroundings. Was it real? It seemed, as it was, as if she just relived a part of her childhood...No, she was just dreaming.
She opened an eye, but quickly closed it and inhaled sharply. Why did everyone have to stand around her, and stare like she was an animal caged in a zoo? Maybe if I just lie here they will all eventually leave.
"Nichole, you okay?"
Damn my luck. "Yea, I'm fine, just tired. I think I'll just lie here until tomorrow."
It was a mumble against the floor, and Mary problay didn't hear, but Nichole could careless. She said something, now maybe everyone would leave.
Her head grew dizzy as the floor began to move farther and farther away. Her head fell limply and her eyes moved left to right. Race on her left and Jack on her right. Each held an arm.
Nichole ripped her arms from the grasp of the two boys and carefully moved to Mary. She slung an arm around her and nodded towards a boy, a patch covering his eye and a bundle of blankets in his arms.
"Blink is going to show us where we can stay."
Nichole nodded only half listening to Mary's words. She followed the two into a room that seemed almost hidden. If you didn't know it was there, you miss it. Blink opened the door to a plain room holding two beds and a burow. Mary snapped her head to Nichole who was now half-awake and stared at her astounded. Blink stopped smoothing the sheets over the beds catching the glance.
"What?"
"We get our own beds?"
Blink grinned widly and contiued to dress the beds. "Yea, ain't you ever slept in a bed before?"
"Yea, when we were little. I just thought that since we aren't newsies that we wouldn't..." Mary trailed off perplexed, not knowing how to end her own sentence. She looked down at her hands embarrassed. Nichole rolled her eyes.
Blink finished the beds and threw a thin pillow on each. He walked over to Mary and patted her shoulder. "It's okay just get some sleep. You need it." His gaze shifted to Nichole. "You too. Go to sleep. I'll see ya tomorrow."
Mary's eyes followed Blink out of the room until the door shut quietly. She sighed contently, and turned towards Nichole who already lie under the covers. She followed her example.
"You seem to have Blinky boy there wrapped around your little finger."
Mary changed positions, taken back by Nichole's accusion and surprised she was still awake. "I do not."
Nichole removed the covers from her head, and shot her a "yea right" look. "If you asked him to sleep with you right then and there he would have jumped at the chance." She giggled at Mary's shocked expression, and ducked the pillow that flew past her head.
"You know I ain't like that!" Mary replied defesivly. Nichole gave another short giggle and threw the pillow back to Mary's bed.
"Mmm Hmm. You tell me when you are like that so you can tell me every detail of that "special night"
Mary ignored Nichole, and placed her pillow under her head and rolled over to face the wall. She knew in her heart
the moment she lost her virginity, she would go straight to Nick.
"Mar?"
"Yea?"
Nichole eyes softened as Mary faced her. She hesitated for a moment. "I'm sorry about earlier this evening...everything I said it was wrong, and I'm sorry if I hurt you."
"You don't have to apoligize." Mary reassured her.
"Yes, I do. You are my only friend and probably will always be my only friend. I don't want my temper to ruin that."
Mary looked across the room at her friend. The sicerity and compassion in her voice caused her eyes to tear. What nobody knew about Nichole was she had a caring side behinde her tough exterier. A side not many got to see.
"You know I'll always be there for you Nick, always."
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