Author's Note: Hey! This is the brief warm up chapter to see if people want
me to keep writing. I at least need one review to keep posting. So read and
review! Oh...I don't own Newsies, as much as I wish plead and pray, and I
don't own Circe either. She is Brooklyn character because I didn't feel
like using my own and she is the Spot fanatic anyways and he is the funnest
to write about. So enjoy!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter one: Early Morning and Late Arrival
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Friday, February 13, 1900 Brooklyn, New York; Warehouse
Eyes the color of a blue skyed summer shower, but as cold as a winter night looked out into the still black morning. The moon glittered off his finely chiseled features, eyes only adding to the molten steel illusion. A chilled breeze ruffled the shaggy sandy blonde hair, lifting it away from his face.
A rustle was heard from the behind him and he spared glance back to the blonde sprawled on the black silk and downy bed. It was fit for a king, compared to the bunk room beds anyways. He glanced back through the window this was his place for privacy, his lair of seduction.
He picked up his faded grey-plaid shirt pulling it over his head rolling up the sleeves to the elbows. He slipped on his glossy, scuffed black shoes and glanced at the bed again, the girl was half in half out of the blanket. She hadn't been that good. She hadn't put up any fight to his advances and had tired quickly in bed. Spot gave a grim smirk, 'pleasure is so hard to achieve these days' and with that parting thought he picked up his black gold trimmed cane heading out the door into the already busy New York streets. There were papes to sell.
Friday, February 13, 2004 Delaware, Pennsylvania
Circe let out a sigh. 'Another day in a florescent hell' she thought dryly not looking forward to the idea at all. She slowly trudged her way, grumbling all the while, to the crumbling brick building. Standing there for a few seconds, a disgusted look upon her features, she shook her head. This had to be the worst school yet. Her parents had grown used to changing her schools. She was always getting expelled, sometimes even escorted home by the on campus police, for fighting or destroying public property.
The dump she stood before was going to be her fifth school this semester. She hoisted the black and silver backpack more securely upon her shoulder and shook her dark brown chest length hair, her eyes growing cold and frosty.
The usual deep green of her eyes darkened and the red-brown that flared from the pupil twitched to a finer shade of auburn as she tugged some on her black shirt. She had worn one of her favorite outfits today; a black and red stitched, form fitting t-shirt that read in silver letters "I'm the girls your parents warned you about" and baggy black pants that had useless zippers up and down the back of the legs and many silver "D" clips on the side connected and crossed with black bondage straps along with her black boot sketchers. It didn't bother Circe that her parents hadn't let her complete the outfit with her spike collar and bracelets and she couldn't blame them for hiding her things when she was sleeping either, though it ticked her off some. They were probably scared she was going to take one of her spiked objects off and hit someone. She had done it before in one of her many other schools.
Circe waited for the bell to ring and then made her way into the school, there was nothing like being late on the first day in a new school. She pushed open the door which made an odd creaking sound like it was about to fall off its hinges, scoffing she walked up to the tiny office desk,
"First day, names Circe DeWolfe my parents called and signed me up about a week ago, and yes I'm late and no I don't have a note" she said in a bored tone with a cold rebellious expression.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter one: Early Morning and Late Arrival
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Friday, February 13, 1900 Brooklyn, New York; Warehouse
Eyes the color of a blue skyed summer shower, but as cold as a winter night looked out into the still black morning. The moon glittered off his finely chiseled features, eyes only adding to the molten steel illusion. A chilled breeze ruffled the shaggy sandy blonde hair, lifting it away from his face.
A rustle was heard from the behind him and he spared glance back to the blonde sprawled on the black silk and downy bed. It was fit for a king, compared to the bunk room beds anyways. He glanced back through the window this was his place for privacy, his lair of seduction.
He picked up his faded grey-plaid shirt pulling it over his head rolling up the sleeves to the elbows. He slipped on his glossy, scuffed black shoes and glanced at the bed again, the girl was half in half out of the blanket. She hadn't been that good. She hadn't put up any fight to his advances and had tired quickly in bed. Spot gave a grim smirk, 'pleasure is so hard to achieve these days' and with that parting thought he picked up his black gold trimmed cane heading out the door into the already busy New York streets. There were papes to sell.
Friday, February 13, 2004 Delaware, Pennsylvania
Circe let out a sigh. 'Another day in a florescent hell' she thought dryly not looking forward to the idea at all. She slowly trudged her way, grumbling all the while, to the crumbling brick building. Standing there for a few seconds, a disgusted look upon her features, she shook her head. This had to be the worst school yet. Her parents had grown used to changing her schools. She was always getting expelled, sometimes even escorted home by the on campus police, for fighting or destroying public property.
The dump she stood before was going to be her fifth school this semester. She hoisted the black and silver backpack more securely upon her shoulder and shook her dark brown chest length hair, her eyes growing cold and frosty.
The usual deep green of her eyes darkened and the red-brown that flared from the pupil twitched to a finer shade of auburn as she tugged some on her black shirt. She had worn one of her favorite outfits today; a black and red stitched, form fitting t-shirt that read in silver letters "I'm the girls your parents warned you about" and baggy black pants that had useless zippers up and down the back of the legs and many silver "D" clips on the side connected and crossed with black bondage straps along with her black boot sketchers. It didn't bother Circe that her parents hadn't let her complete the outfit with her spike collar and bracelets and she couldn't blame them for hiding her things when she was sleeping either, though it ticked her off some. They were probably scared she was going to take one of her spiked objects off and hit someone. She had done it before in one of her many other schools.
Circe waited for the bell to ring and then made her way into the school, there was nothing like being late on the first day in a new school. She pushed open the door which made an odd creaking sound like it was about to fall off its hinges, scoffing she walked up to the tiny office desk,
"First day, names Circe DeWolfe my parents called and signed me up about a week ago, and yes I'm late and no I don't have a note" she said in a bored tone with a cold rebellious expression.
