Authors note: Yay! ^^ Even though I'm not gettin many reviews at least Im gettin one for each chapter! Okay some shot outs!....actually I am getting alot better than I expected!! I wrote that other sentence when I only had two reviews but now I'm doing good and have been kicking myself for not writing for you people!! THANKS for the bruises and the reviews!! okay...back to SHOUT OUTS!!
Slider: Yaayy! Im glad people like Circe's character! Yah I agree mostly story with Spot is good...unless they make him ooc...then I get pissed off...I mean I know I won't be able to get him exactly right but I'll try to keep him the bad ass he is. Well Im glad my story amuses you and I'll be sure to update! Thanks! ^^
Angel: Hahaha! I'm glad you liked it so much. Yes I think anyone would do Spot....even me....heh sorry Brooklyn but you know its true!.......Anyways....I'm glad you like my dragonfly analogy! ^^ I thought it was alittle odd but grew to like it. Okay well I'll get goin on this chapter...I'm not sure what exactly is going to happen yet ~.~;;;; ...I'll just go with the flow. Well Thanks! I hope you keep reading!
Thanx Anonymous person for reviewing! I'm glad people like my story!! ^.~ I can't say much because your review wasn't very long and you weren't logged in but BIIIG THHAAANNKKSS!!
FatBottomGirl: ^.^ I'm glad you came back to read the next chapter! I hope I have read yours by now but as I type this I am pounding on my computer because fanfiction has died and is refusing to refresh....but anyways this gives me time to finish typing this chapter! I hate it when authors just stop typing thier stories and never finish!!! ARRG!! Or they take months and months to put up the next chapter...*looks at how long she has been denying her story and sweatdrops* ^.^;;;;; heh......but anyways!! Hope this chapter doesn't bite the dust to much! (oh P.S. You pronounce Circe as Sear-Say...its Italian...if you wanted to know why its pronounced so weird..)
Colleen: Thanks!! Some people find my descriptive writing style really annoying.....like my English teacher.......but thats a different story ^^........Yah Spot and Circe are gunna be fun!....well.....after this chapter and maybe the one after because Circe is probably going to be all spaz when she finds out its 1900.........T.T..if only I knew what I was going to write....*smacks self in head* stupid random ideas...well I better get started! Thanks for reviewing! I hope you keep reading!
Alicat: Thanks! Sweet Jesu!! Im really slackin on this chapter! Sorry to all you people waiting ~.~;; Stupid school it should be outlawed! Anyways..Thanks for the review ^.^ I hope you can wait a few more days for the next chapter hopefully I will get it up by tomorrow!! Well gotta start writing or else I'll never get it done!! Its not even that long and its still takin me forever!!!!! ACKK!! Bad Umbria!! Bad!
Trek: Glad you like the story so far!! Im so happy!!! Im gettin all these reviews and only two chappies!!! whhooop!! Go me!!*does wierd victory dance*....^.^;;;;;;; anyways Im glad you reviewed and thanks bunches!!! I hope you keep readin!! Well I better start before I never finish!
*throwing darts at picture of English teacher then stops and smiles sheepishly*
Well lets get this story started! \m/ ^.~ \m/
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Whispers of Moon
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Circe's eyes where groggy and glazed.
"Am I dead?"
She asked the fuzzy shape in front of her, it was like when a cartoon has no black outline and the color seems to run together, spreading like a disease. She quickly determined the fuzzy shape to be male once her eyes cleared. He was staring at her his eyes a startling shade of blue. His expression was amused yet wary but his eyes held something else Circe couldn't make out in the fading light. Before the boy could answer, her head suddenly filled with a subconscious white light that, as briefly as it was there, it was gone. Her eyes shot open and she jolted up, which made a black shadow pulse in her vision,
"Where is he!? When I get my fists on that midget he's gunna have to be buried in an unmarked grave then I'll have to kill myself so I can kick his ass again in hell!!"
The auburn in her eyes spiraled to a shade of brown so red it would almost be considered crimson, also cloaking the green to the color of the darkest deepest shadow in a lush forest. She felt like hitting the gawking boy in front of her. Finally he spoke,
"Wud dah 'ell are you'se talkin' 'bout?"
The boy had a accent Circe had never heard before she had to take a second to work out even the simple sentence. Circe looked past him at the now pink tinted bunks from the sunset outside. Her anger was suddenly forgotten and replaced with bewilderment.
"Where am I?"
The boy's eyes narrowed some as they stared at her with confusion and a building distrust.
"You'se is in Brooklyn," he spoke as if he was starting to think her a little insane,
"Brooklyn?! As in Brooklyn New York!?" Circe nearly shouted, she would have grabbed the boy by the front of the shirt but his bronzed muscled chest clearly showed, even in the fading light, he was not wearing one.
"Is der any 'uddah Brooklyn?" He asked with the same mistrust but his mouth slightly turned up at one corner as he noticed her eyes travel over him briefly, but he kept in mind that women could carry weapons just like men could and even if they couldn't wield them as good they could still get lucky.
"How the fuck did I get.....Wait...Who the hell are you?" Her eyes held suspicion and alarm, pulling her legs up against her body, she scooting all the way against the wall. She might be cocky sometimes and a little nieve but she wasn't flat out stupid. What was she doing in a different city, actually state with a half dressed guy hovering over her?
"I'se is Spot Conlon dah leadah of dah Brooklyn newsies," he said proudly with a smirk watching her with more of amusement than anything else now, but something dark prowled the background of his eyes.
"The what?" Circe questioned now totally lost.
"Dah leadah of dah Brooklyn newsies,"
"The news-wha?"
"Dah newsies," he repeated slowly
"Okay.....what the hell are these newsies?"Spot looked at her with a raised eyebrow eye again dark and brooding.
"You'se don' know wud newsies are?"
"If I knew I wouldn't be asking now would I?" Circe snapped, getting agitated and more confused by the second, the boy....err Spot's expression suddenly went emotionless colder than before. Circe almost shivered under his intense gaze, it was like rolling ice over your skin after stepping out of a steaming shower.
"Newsies are news boys, we'se buy papes den sell 'em on dah streets, hows could you'se come tah New Yoi'k and not know wud newsies are?"
Circe was silent for a moment then spoke, her eyes closed trying to make sense of her situation,
"Where are we?"
"I'se already told-"
"I meant what building are we in?"
"We'se are in dah Brooklyn Newsie Lodge,"
"How di-" Circe was cut off by Spot's callous hand against her mouth, his eyes swirling like a blizzard, a blizzard too thick to see anything, such as emotion. Circe's eyes where wide, it was almost a comical expression above his hand.
"You'se asked enough questions i'ds my toi'n," he removed his hand from the glaring girl's face,
"Foist off, who'se are you'se and where are you'se from?"
"I'm Circe DeWolfe and from Delaware, Pennsylvania." she responded giving the shortest answer she could, this Spot guy was as confused as her so that basically eliminated him from the reasons of how she got to New York but just because he was confused didn't give him a reason to be jerk about it.
"'ow did you'se gid 'ere?"
"No idea." Circe said with an annoyed shrug,
"Thats what I am trying to figure out........hold up.....what day is it?"
Spot stared at her for a second trying to decide if she was kidding him or not, then by the look on her face and the desperate glint to her eyes he decided she was not.
"Stay right there..." he said casting her one last suspicious glance as he stood and strode over to the bunk by the window. Circe had to admire as the moonlight glinted and shimered on his sculpted muscle frame. He grabbed something and walked back over to her, thrusting a newspaper into her hands.
Circe's face paled and her eyes glazed slightly in astonishment, February 13, 1900. There was no way. This all must have been a joke. Circe started to laugh, well something similar to a laugh, it was a shrieky sound, like nails against a chalkboard tinged with hysteria.
"Okay. Okay. Nice joke. Where am I really? Some old house? Where is everyone hiding. Under the beds? In the closet?" Circe giggled her laughter calming. Spot stared at her with confusion,
"Wud are you'se talkin' 'bout?"
"Give me a break. 1900? Har har very funny," She stood and dusted herself off, "Nice joke you had me going there for a while, but I gotta go."
Circe headed towards the door and Spot's mouth went agape as he saw the full view of her clothes. He shook his head and jumped to his feet,
"Wud do you'se mean 1900? Of coi'se i'ds 1900." Spot stated stepping in front of her blocking the door.
"Oh yah," she replied with dry sarcasm, "I'm in 1900. I was magically sent back in time." She pivoted on her heels and headed towards the window.
Circe stopped dead in her tracks, this can't be happening there is no way this can be happening! Circe vision blurred the old brick buildings together making the carts and horses on the streets stand out as clearly as seagull poop on a glimmering black mercedes hood. Oh no, here I go fainting again....I'm turning into a real girl, Circe fell and her last coherent thought skittered away like a child hiding from a thunderstorm.
Spot caught her head before it hit the ground which would have caused one hell of a headache when the girl awoke. He gently set her head on the floor and stood trying to work out what had happened. The girl had been blabbering about something then went to the window and BAM fell like a scab in a fight.
Spot sighed and sat down on a bunk resting his chin on his hand making some of his blonde hair fall in front of his eyes. This is what he got for missing another meeting, a psychotic girl who couldn't stay awake through a whole conversation. He glanced at her and smiled darkly, though these things weren't without there benefits. Now where to put her....if he left her in the lodge he would have to explain what happened to all the boys, when in truth he didn't know what happened. He smirked there was always his lair.
Spot picked up his shirt carelessly putting it on and walked back over to the girl. He picked her up and tossed her limp body over her shoulder, walking out the door, down the stairs, and into the nippy New York night, luckily, not running into any of the boys. The wind chilled Spot's skin numbing his checks while the moon shimmering over head, it seemed to whisper ancient secrets, or something about a girl.
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Okay not that good but I gotta get this chapter up before I forget about the story all together......Im sorry bout how long it took and what a disappointment it will be! Sorry bunches.....the next chapter should be better..I hope..........well its late and I can't really fix it right now but I will tomorrow so it should be in better condition tomorrow evening! Okay gotta run! Night!
Slider: Yaayy! Im glad people like Circe's character! Yah I agree mostly story with Spot is good...unless they make him ooc...then I get pissed off...I mean I know I won't be able to get him exactly right but I'll try to keep him the bad ass he is. Well Im glad my story amuses you and I'll be sure to update! Thanks! ^^
Angel: Hahaha! I'm glad you liked it so much. Yes I think anyone would do Spot....even me....heh sorry Brooklyn but you know its true!.......Anyways....I'm glad you like my dragonfly analogy! ^^ I thought it was alittle odd but grew to like it. Okay well I'll get goin on this chapter...I'm not sure what exactly is going to happen yet ~.~;;;; ...I'll just go with the flow. Well Thanks! I hope you keep reading!
Thanx Anonymous person for reviewing! I'm glad people like my story!! ^.~ I can't say much because your review wasn't very long and you weren't logged in but BIIIG THHAAANNKKSS!!
FatBottomGirl: ^.^ I'm glad you came back to read the next chapter! I hope I have read yours by now but as I type this I am pounding on my computer because fanfiction has died and is refusing to refresh....but anyways this gives me time to finish typing this chapter! I hate it when authors just stop typing thier stories and never finish!!! ARRG!! Or they take months and months to put up the next chapter...*looks at how long she has been denying her story and sweatdrops* ^.^;;;;; heh......but anyways!! Hope this chapter doesn't bite the dust to much! (oh P.S. You pronounce Circe as Sear-Say...its Italian...if you wanted to know why its pronounced so weird..)
Colleen: Thanks!! Some people find my descriptive writing style really annoying.....like my English teacher.......but thats a different story ^^........Yah Spot and Circe are gunna be fun!....well.....after this chapter and maybe the one after because Circe is probably going to be all spaz when she finds out its 1900.........T.T..if only I knew what I was going to write....*smacks self in head* stupid random ideas...well I better get started! Thanks for reviewing! I hope you keep reading!
Alicat: Thanks! Sweet Jesu!! Im really slackin on this chapter! Sorry to all you people waiting ~.~;; Stupid school it should be outlawed! Anyways..Thanks for the review ^.^ I hope you can wait a few more days for the next chapter hopefully I will get it up by tomorrow!! Well gotta start writing or else I'll never get it done!! Its not even that long and its still takin me forever!!!!! ACKK!! Bad Umbria!! Bad!
Trek: Glad you like the story so far!! Im so happy!!! Im gettin all these reviews and only two chappies!!! whhooop!! Go me!!*does wierd victory dance*....^.^;;;;;;; anyways Im glad you reviewed and thanks bunches!!! I hope you keep readin!! Well I better start before I never finish!
*throwing darts at picture of English teacher then stops and smiles sheepishly*
Well lets get this story started! \m/ ^.~ \m/
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Whispers of Moon
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Circe's eyes where groggy and glazed.
"Am I dead?"
She asked the fuzzy shape in front of her, it was like when a cartoon has no black outline and the color seems to run together, spreading like a disease. She quickly determined the fuzzy shape to be male once her eyes cleared. He was staring at her his eyes a startling shade of blue. His expression was amused yet wary but his eyes held something else Circe couldn't make out in the fading light. Before the boy could answer, her head suddenly filled with a subconscious white light that, as briefly as it was there, it was gone. Her eyes shot open and she jolted up, which made a black shadow pulse in her vision,
"Where is he!? When I get my fists on that midget he's gunna have to be buried in an unmarked grave then I'll have to kill myself so I can kick his ass again in hell!!"
The auburn in her eyes spiraled to a shade of brown so red it would almost be considered crimson, also cloaking the green to the color of the darkest deepest shadow in a lush forest. She felt like hitting the gawking boy in front of her. Finally he spoke,
"Wud dah 'ell are you'se talkin' 'bout?"
The boy had a accent Circe had never heard before she had to take a second to work out even the simple sentence. Circe looked past him at the now pink tinted bunks from the sunset outside. Her anger was suddenly forgotten and replaced with bewilderment.
"Where am I?"
The boy's eyes narrowed some as they stared at her with confusion and a building distrust.
"You'se is in Brooklyn," he spoke as if he was starting to think her a little insane,
"Brooklyn?! As in Brooklyn New York!?" Circe nearly shouted, she would have grabbed the boy by the front of the shirt but his bronzed muscled chest clearly showed, even in the fading light, he was not wearing one.
"Is der any 'uddah Brooklyn?" He asked with the same mistrust but his mouth slightly turned up at one corner as he noticed her eyes travel over him briefly, but he kept in mind that women could carry weapons just like men could and even if they couldn't wield them as good they could still get lucky.
"How the fuck did I get.....Wait...Who the hell are you?" Her eyes held suspicion and alarm, pulling her legs up against her body, she scooting all the way against the wall. She might be cocky sometimes and a little nieve but she wasn't flat out stupid. What was she doing in a different city, actually state with a half dressed guy hovering over her?
"I'se is Spot Conlon dah leadah of dah Brooklyn newsies," he said proudly with a smirk watching her with more of amusement than anything else now, but something dark prowled the background of his eyes.
"The what?" Circe questioned now totally lost.
"Dah leadah of dah Brooklyn newsies,"
"The news-wha?"
"Dah newsies," he repeated slowly
"Okay.....what the hell are these newsies?"Spot looked at her with a raised eyebrow eye again dark and brooding.
"You'se don' know wud newsies are?"
"If I knew I wouldn't be asking now would I?" Circe snapped, getting agitated and more confused by the second, the boy....err Spot's expression suddenly went emotionless colder than before. Circe almost shivered under his intense gaze, it was like rolling ice over your skin after stepping out of a steaming shower.
"Newsies are news boys, we'se buy papes den sell 'em on dah streets, hows could you'se come tah New Yoi'k and not know wud newsies are?"
Circe was silent for a moment then spoke, her eyes closed trying to make sense of her situation,
"Where are we?"
"I'se already told-"
"I meant what building are we in?"
"We'se are in dah Brooklyn Newsie Lodge,"
"How di-" Circe was cut off by Spot's callous hand against her mouth, his eyes swirling like a blizzard, a blizzard too thick to see anything, such as emotion. Circe's eyes where wide, it was almost a comical expression above his hand.
"You'se asked enough questions i'ds my toi'n," he removed his hand from the glaring girl's face,
"Foist off, who'se are you'se and where are you'se from?"
"I'm Circe DeWolfe and from Delaware, Pennsylvania." she responded giving the shortest answer she could, this Spot guy was as confused as her so that basically eliminated him from the reasons of how she got to New York but just because he was confused didn't give him a reason to be jerk about it.
"'ow did you'se gid 'ere?"
"No idea." Circe said with an annoyed shrug,
"Thats what I am trying to figure out........hold up.....what day is it?"
Spot stared at her for a second trying to decide if she was kidding him or not, then by the look on her face and the desperate glint to her eyes he decided she was not.
"Stay right there..." he said casting her one last suspicious glance as he stood and strode over to the bunk by the window. Circe had to admire as the moonlight glinted and shimered on his sculpted muscle frame. He grabbed something and walked back over to her, thrusting a newspaper into her hands.
Circe's face paled and her eyes glazed slightly in astonishment, February 13, 1900. There was no way. This all must have been a joke. Circe started to laugh, well something similar to a laugh, it was a shrieky sound, like nails against a chalkboard tinged with hysteria.
"Okay. Okay. Nice joke. Where am I really? Some old house? Where is everyone hiding. Under the beds? In the closet?" Circe giggled her laughter calming. Spot stared at her with confusion,
"Wud are you'se talkin' 'bout?"
"Give me a break. 1900? Har har very funny," She stood and dusted herself off, "Nice joke you had me going there for a while, but I gotta go."
Circe headed towards the door and Spot's mouth went agape as he saw the full view of her clothes. He shook his head and jumped to his feet,
"Wud do you'se mean 1900? Of coi'se i'ds 1900." Spot stated stepping in front of her blocking the door.
"Oh yah," she replied with dry sarcasm, "I'm in 1900. I was magically sent back in time." She pivoted on her heels and headed towards the window.
Circe stopped dead in her tracks, this can't be happening there is no way this can be happening! Circe vision blurred the old brick buildings together making the carts and horses on the streets stand out as clearly as seagull poop on a glimmering black mercedes hood. Oh no, here I go fainting again....I'm turning into a real girl, Circe fell and her last coherent thought skittered away like a child hiding from a thunderstorm.
Spot caught her head before it hit the ground which would have caused one hell of a headache when the girl awoke. He gently set her head on the floor and stood trying to work out what had happened. The girl had been blabbering about something then went to the window and BAM fell like a scab in a fight.
Spot sighed and sat down on a bunk resting his chin on his hand making some of his blonde hair fall in front of his eyes. This is what he got for missing another meeting, a psychotic girl who couldn't stay awake through a whole conversation. He glanced at her and smiled darkly, though these things weren't without there benefits. Now where to put her....if he left her in the lodge he would have to explain what happened to all the boys, when in truth he didn't know what happened. He smirked there was always his lair.
Spot picked up his shirt carelessly putting it on and walked back over to the girl. He picked her up and tossed her limp body over her shoulder, walking out the door, down the stairs, and into the nippy New York night, luckily, not running into any of the boys. The wind chilled Spot's skin numbing his checks while the moon shimmering over head, it seemed to whisper ancient secrets, or something about a girl.
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Okay not that good but I gotta get this chapter up before I forget about the story all together......Im sorry bout how long it took and what a disappointment it will be! Sorry bunches.....the next chapter should be better..I hope..........well its late and I can't really fix it right now but I will tomorrow so it should be in better condition tomorrow evening! Okay gotta run! Night!
