Katrina looked around, knowing exactly where she was. She had read far too
many fanfics not to know. Newsies. Not just 1899 but in the movie, which
meant clones, which meant many, many, many, newsboys running around
calling out to her. Nightmare, this was like heaven on earth. Katrina began
to write a mental to do list.
Befriend a Manhattan newsie.
Change clothes pajamas = bad, very bad
Sell papes and enjoy self
Looking around she heard a newsie's cry in the distance. She was able to make out the word lover, Vaudeville, and star. She rushed over in the direction of the cry and came face to face with Kid Blink. The boy turned around and looked at her with a weary eye. "You want a pape," he directed his question at Katrina. Katrina shook her head, "I want help."
"Help, what makes you think I would help you? It's hard enough to help myself. Go sell your sob stories to someone else." Katrina looked appalled by what the boy had said. This was Blink he was nice he was suppose to help her. "I need you."
"And I need money, which I will not get by you standing there looking funny you're taking away from my business."
"Well then why don't you help me by giving me some clothes?"
"You don't give up, do you?"
"More than you think." Blink looked at her really for the first time taking in her short blond/brown hair, her Air Force sweatshirt, gray pajama pants, and Garfield slippers. "You really do need help don't you?" Katrina nodded. Blink thought for a moment, reaching up to rub his neck. "Okay fine, I'll take you to the lodging house and find you something to wear. Then I have to finish selling, you're not my problem, okay?"
"Sure." She walked behind Kid Blink feeling somewhat like a five year old. She supposed in real life newsies didn't jump to help strange girls, but hey she was headed towards the lodging house. Blink looked back at her, "So do you have a name?"
"Slider," Katrina stated with a grin. "Well this is the lodging house, Slider." She stared up at the building desperately wanting to run up and give it a hug, or hug Blink. "Thanks a lot." Blink opened the door and they walked inside. She looked around hoping to see Kloppman. Blink grabbed her arm and dragged her up the stairs. She looked around the boy's room in awe. Blink gave her an odd look as he began to rummage for clothes, "Why do you look so fascinated by bunk beds?" Katrina ignored his comment, "Do you have a name?"
"Tell me why you like bunk beds and I'll tell you my name."
"I like bunk beds because they're.fun." "You like them because they're fun. So you were staring at them drooling because you were picturing how much fun they are?" Katrina nodded stupidly, "Well, I told you what's you're name."
"Blink, now about this bunk bed thing, what kind of fun did you mean? I mean did you mean fun fun or just fun or like a funny fun?"
"Funny fun ha ha the bunk beds just make me laugh okay?' Blink shrugged, whereas Katrina went off to sit on one of the extremely funny bunk beds.
After a few more minutes Blink tossed her some clothes, "Slider, go try those on. You can use the funny bath room." Katrina rolled her eyes, "Sounds like fun." Realizing what she had just said she threw her hand over her mouth in horror. This just caused Blink to laugh.
Slider came out of the bathroom and to her little amusement Blink was not there. She looked around and headed downstairs, prepared to see Blink, but he was not there. She wasn't scared, she was in the lodging house, but she was pissed. Why would he leave her like that? She opened the door, and heard the headlines being shouted. She saw Blink standing there selling. He saw her as well. "You're going to help me sell. I'll keep the profits, and then tomorrow you can sell for yourself." He shoved about twenty papers at her. She took in the headline 'America bound ship delayed.' They weren't kidding, headlines back then were crap. She thought for a moment and heard Jack's comforting words in her mind, "headlines don't sell papes, newsies sell papes."
"Ship sinks in the Atlantic, millions of Americans die!" Blink stared at her and muttered something that sounded like amateur. One or two people bought a paper from her. Katrina frowned and tried again, "American ships are deathtraps! Millions die every day!" For the remainder of the day Katrina struggled with her papes. Finally when I was nearly pitch black outside an exasperated Blink grabbed her last two papers and quickly sold them. "You're slow."
"You're mean."
"Come on we need to get to the lodging house." They walked back to the lodging house, Katrina playing the position of a five year old once more. For the second time that day she walked through the lodging house doors this time greeted by Kloppman. Blink walked over to the desk and signed in. Slider followed his suit. Blink flipped Kloppman some money. Kloppman stared at her, "You're new."
"Yeah, can I stay?"
"Sure see Jack about the rules and stuff. The first two nights are free, but I expect payment on the third." Katrina happily nodded, and bounded upstairs after Blink.
Chaos spread out around her there was kissing, there was poker, there was laughter, and there was newsies. Blink came over to her, "I'm going to introduce you okay?" Katrina gave no response, "Okay? Hello Slider you in there?" Katrina snapped back to reality, "Umm yeah, sure go ahead."
"Hey everyone, this here's Slider. She will be living here." Most of the newsies returned to their previous activities. Blink directed her towards a kissing couple in the corner. She recognized the boy as Mush, but had never seen the girl before. "That's Mush and Sprite." The couple broke apart upon hearing their names. "Hey Blink," this comment came from the girl. She was about five feet seven inches, maybe seven ½. She has short blond hair that had natural red highlights to it. This was mostly hidden by a deep green newsie hat. She was dressed almost exactly like Mush. She turned towards Katrina, "Slider right?"
"Yeah, so are you with Mush?"
"I should hope so, I was just kissing him." An activity they soon went back to doing. Blink pointed out an open bunk to her incase she wanted to go to sleep and retired to the poker game. Katrina headed over to the bunk and lay down upon it, silently she fell into sleep.
A/N so, what do you think? I swear this won't be a marysue. It does start out normal like but it won't be. Review please. You'd be my special friend! Tell me if it's going too fast.
Looking around she heard a newsie's cry in the distance. She was able to make out the word lover, Vaudeville, and star. She rushed over in the direction of the cry and came face to face with Kid Blink. The boy turned around and looked at her with a weary eye. "You want a pape," he directed his question at Katrina. Katrina shook her head, "I want help."
"Help, what makes you think I would help you? It's hard enough to help myself. Go sell your sob stories to someone else." Katrina looked appalled by what the boy had said. This was Blink he was nice he was suppose to help her. "I need you."
"And I need money, which I will not get by you standing there looking funny you're taking away from my business."
"Well then why don't you help me by giving me some clothes?"
"You don't give up, do you?"
"More than you think." Blink looked at her really for the first time taking in her short blond/brown hair, her Air Force sweatshirt, gray pajama pants, and Garfield slippers. "You really do need help don't you?" Katrina nodded. Blink thought for a moment, reaching up to rub his neck. "Okay fine, I'll take you to the lodging house and find you something to wear. Then I have to finish selling, you're not my problem, okay?"
"Sure." She walked behind Kid Blink feeling somewhat like a five year old. She supposed in real life newsies didn't jump to help strange girls, but hey she was headed towards the lodging house. Blink looked back at her, "So do you have a name?"
"Slider," Katrina stated with a grin. "Well this is the lodging house, Slider." She stared up at the building desperately wanting to run up and give it a hug, or hug Blink. "Thanks a lot." Blink opened the door and they walked inside. She looked around hoping to see Kloppman. Blink grabbed her arm and dragged her up the stairs. She looked around the boy's room in awe. Blink gave her an odd look as he began to rummage for clothes, "Why do you look so fascinated by bunk beds?" Katrina ignored his comment, "Do you have a name?"
"Tell me why you like bunk beds and I'll tell you my name."
"I like bunk beds because they're.fun." "You like them because they're fun. So you were staring at them drooling because you were picturing how much fun they are?" Katrina nodded stupidly, "Well, I told you what's you're name."
"Blink, now about this bunk bed thing, what kind of fun did you mean? I mean did you mean fun fun or just fun or like a funny fun?"
"Funny fun ha ha the bunk beds just make me laugh okay?' Blink shrugged, whereas Katrina went off to sit on one of the extremely funny bunk beds.
After a few more minutes Blink tossed her some clothes, "Slider, go try those on. You can use the funny bath room." Katrina rolled her eyes, "Sounds like fun." Realizing what she had just said she threw her hand over her mouth in horror. This just caused Blink to laugh.
Slider came out of the bathroom and to her little amusement Blink was not there. She looked around and headed downstairs, prepared to see Blink, but he was not there. She wasn't scared, she was in the lodging house, but she was pissed. Why would he leave her like that? She opened the door, and heard the headlines being shouted. She saw Blink standing there selling. He saw her as well. "You're going to help me sell. I'll keep the profits, and then tomorrow you can sell for yourself." He shoved about twenty papers at her. She took in the headline 'America bound ship delayed.' They weren't kidding, headlines back then were crap. She thought for a moment and heard Jack's comforting words in her mind, "headlines don't sell papes, newsies sell papes."
"Ship sinks in the Atlantic, millions of Americans die!" Blink stared at her and muttered something that sounded like amateur. One or two people bought a paper from her. Katrina frowned and tried again, "American ships are deathtraps! Millions die every day!" For the remainder of the day Katrina struggled with her papes. Finally when I was nearly pitch black outside an exasperated Blink grabbed her last two papers and quickly sold them. "You're slow."
"You're mean."
"Come on we need to get to the lodging house." They walked back to the lodging house, Katrina playing the position of a five year old once more. For the second time that day she walked through the lodging house doors this time greeted by Kloppman. Blink walked over to the desk and signed in. Slider followed his suit. Blink flipped Kloppman some money. Kloppman stared at her, "You're new."
"Yeah, can I stay?"
"Sure see Jack about the rules and stuff. The first two nights are free, but I expect payment on the third." Katrina happily nodded, and bounded upstairs after Blink.
Chaos spread out around her there was kissing, there was poker, there was laughter, and there was newsies. Blink came over to her, "I'm going to introduce you okay?" Katrina gave no response, "Okay? Hello Slider you in there?" Katrina snapped back to reality, "Umm yeah, sure go ahead."
"Hey everyone, this here's Slider. She will be living here." Most of the newsies returned to their previous activities. Blink directed her towards a kissing couple in the corner. She recognized the boy as Mush, but had never seen the girl before. "That's Mush and Sprite." The couple broke apart upon hearing their names. "Hey Blink," this comment came from the girl. She was about five feet seven inches, maybe seven ½. She has short blond hair that had natural red highlights to it. This was mostly hidden by a deep green newsie hat. She was dressed almost exactly like Mush. She turned towards Katrina, "Slider right?"
"Yeah, so are you with Mush?"
"I should hope so, I was just kissing him." An activity they soon went back to doing. Blink pointed out an open bunk to her incase she wanted to go to sleep and retired to the poker game. Katrina headed over to the bunk and lay down upon it, silently she fell into sleep.
A/N so, what do you think? I swear this won't be a marysue. It does start out normal like but it won't be. Review please. You'd be my special friend! Tell me if it's going too fast.