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Out in the rain
1879
"Going nowhere"
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"No one has nuttin' on Silvah?" Spot questioned the small group of newsies gathered about. This wasn't going as well as he had expected.
"We asked everywhere, nobody knows a 'Silver'," an anonymous speaker called out.
Of course not.that isn't her name.
The thought struck him with force enough to make his head shoot up, Books looked questioningly at Spot raising a brow.
"A'course dey don't, try lookin' undah Emerald." he said trailing as none other than Silver walked inside.
"Pokah game, tamarrah, Queens," without so much as a look at anyone to signify she'd heard her name, she headed up to the roof to sort her thoughts.
"Dat was odd," Books remarked, looking after her.
"Well, who cares..Silvah's an odd poi'sen, now back to figgurin' her out." he continued hammering into the boys way after way to get her story. No one bothered to notice that Dutchy was missing.
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"So, you know a' anyone wid long bown 'air an' silvery eyes?" Dutchy questioned a small Asian girl who had her hand tucked behind her back.
"Is her name Silvah' by any chance?" the girl questioned smirking at her luck.
"Yeah.yeah that's her name!" Dutchy grinned, and the two swapped information about the girl, not enough, however, on her past.
"Well, tanks..em.what's yoah name?" the inquiry was made and the girl shifted nervously.
"Lynch, me names Lynch."
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As the sun was slowly beginning to rise, many people, with many purposes, were scattered about the city.
Dutchy made his way to the distribution office, hands jammed into the pockets of his twill pants. He was constantly yawning, but it didn't seem to bother him, he just strutted along like he had just won the world in a game of poker. Silver was apparently linked, somehow, to the untimely death of Hawkins Logan. Well, if Jersey was clamming up, than any other newsie in Queens would spill.
Lynch moved quickly and quietly towards the abandoned warehouse in the Bronx that held her fortune. She'd go to Brooklyn with Mercy that night, and on the way back, she'd kill the moron. He didn't stand a chance against her.
"Mercy, Mercy, Mercy." she mumbled to herself, smiling.
Lethal, who'd shaken off Mercy, walked alone hoping desperately that he'd stumble upon Silver again. Phantom had said he wanted her live, but not unharmed. He could just see himself tying that beautiful bounty up with his chain and. The thought of it made him shiver with ecstasy.
"This will be something to enjoy," he continued down the street whistling.
Mercy walked along with similar thoughts in his head. Torture didn't always have to be a bloody process. He'd be glad to throw her on her back and pound his love into her smooth flesh. He paused to close his eyes for a moment and savor the visual; her soft, naked body, trembling in fear and pain beneath him. It was amazing.it was art.
Murder trudged along the streets of Brooklyn, debating whether or not to go through with it. She was, for all he knew, an innocent girl in a situation she couldn't escape. That notion had never ever bothered him before this moment. He'd gotten a tip off from a friend in the business of favors. He knew exactly where she was, but that didn't mean no one else knew. Every worthwhile assassin in New York was after her, he could save her life or take it. For once, knowing he held someone's fate in his hands ate at his brain.
Spot paced the pier, thinking about silver. She was so hard to figure out, and she knew it. As the sun rose and his shadow got shorter, he wondered if his bet was getting anyone anywhere. Perhaps, if he buddied up to the girl.she might talk. If she trusted him, he might get something out of her.
So, the six somewhat disgruntled souls made their way to their not-so- stable homes to rethink themselves in time for that evening.
And as those creatures of the night retired, those of the day strutted into the sun, reeking of the childish arrogance that made them who they were. Prince and pauper alike roamed the streets, buying this and that, doing whatever they had to, to get through the day.
"A hunned fiddy," Silver said quietly, grabbing the papers and walking off to find a spot that hadn't been taken over by Jack's boys. Nearly all the good spots had been taken over and.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a hand on her shoulder. To her great dismay, her eyes traveling up his arm only found the same cruel glare she faced every day. It was Spot.
"Can I 'elp ya?" she questioned, turning back to her papes.
"Yeah, yoah sellin wit me t'day," he made the remark tightening his grip on her shoulder.
"Nah, tanks.I'se a big goil. 'Haps you don't 'emembah, youah bruise is almost gone.I could give ya's anoddah one." she suggested, jerking away from his grasp.
"Suit y'self," he said as if he was walking off with the better end of the deal. Spot knew he had to make friends with her.perhaps today wasn't the day for it.
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Silver eventually found her spot, as far away from Spot as was possible. She stood hawking her headlines to kingdom come, but something was different, her usual aggressiveness was gone from her voice. Perhaps it was being in Queens and pausing for a moment on the corner where her life changed forever, or perhaps it was something else. Something, a bit more present. Perhaps.Spot?
"Nah," she brushed the thought off, she hadn't let him bother her too much lately, and she wasn't going to start now. Silver was like a stone, she told herself.
"Can I get a pape missus?" someone questioned, breaking through the mist of her thoughts. She had unfortunately only just sold her last one.
"Sorry mistah, I'se all out," she looked up at him, he was tall and had black hair and blue-green eyes. The odd thing about him though, was that the front parts of his hair looked blonde. It was terribly odd.
"I could take ya ta someone who still gots em dough." she trailed squinting up in the sun.
"Would ya do dat missus?" he questioned as she took notice of his clothing. Black slacks and a black dress shirt with rolled up sleeves. He was definitely an odd sort.
"Anyting foah a customer," she walked off and motioned for him to follow. They walked along the sunny streets and as she was leading him through an alley, he made his move.
"Emerald, stop," he made the command gently as he grabbed her wrist.
"'Scuse me sir, but I aint no Emerald, em, sir, lemme go," she began to struggle as he lead her off in another direction.
"Not likely," he murmured, dragging her on.
"Damnit what da hell is this? Who ah' you?" she questioned, trying desperately to yank her arm away from him.
"Well, if you really wanna know, me names Moidah."
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"Damnit, Books.we caint wait all night!" Spot ranted, pacing in front of the door, surrounded by Brooklyn [newsies] who ll seemed ready to go.
"She prolly ran off somewhere, she didn't seem to happy about the pokah match in da foist place," Blink suggested getting nods of approval.
"Its settled den, Books weah leavin'." and with that, he headed out the door, leading an army of rowdies behind him. Books followed..eventually.
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"Why ah you doin' dis? Who sentcha?" Silver asked quietly, she'd given up on struggling and simply let him lead.
"I don't tink you'se hoid of him, and 'sides, I aint gotta choice. Its you oah its me kid," he sounded genuinely upset. And Silver, being as perceptive as she was, chose this time to aim her toes right to the back of his shin. Sending them both sprawling. Him because he'd been kicked, and her because he was holding so tightly. Unfortunately, he stumbled to his feet first, placing the heel of his boot on her neck. By applying enough force, he could collapse her windpipe, suffocating her. And Silver knew this.
"Damnit I don't wanna be heah, and especially not witchoo!" he yelled down at her. She felt the tears welling up in her eyes, but she wouldn't let him see her cry, no one saw her cry.
"I'm a fucking assassin! Don't you get that?" he ranted on, no caring if people heard him. They were in an alley, in a rather deserted part of town, so that wasn't likely.
"I should kill you right now! I'se told ya me name which is the foist mistake.If I don't bring you back to Phantom, he'll kill me!" he lifted his foot and closed his eyes for a brief moment.
"Get up," he commanded, yanking her to her feet and latching back onto her arm.
"So, its my life for yours," she said looking down at her shoes.
"I'm an assassin kid, Its what I do."
Otay, that was eventful!! I would like to take a moment and thank all my super snazzy reviewers who are keeping track of my progress! Murder really freaked out on her didn't he? Well, c'mon, he's the bad guy (Sorta.) he needs a tough side in there somewhere!
"Going nowhere" Young and Hopeless, Good Charlotte
Oh, you guys remember Lethal? (Horny lil fart isn't he?) I must credit the chain idea to Charles Lupla. Or there will be scary looking men appearing at my door.
Don't touch that dial! We'll be right back.....
By the way, keep an eye out for another story by me. It's coming up!
Out in the rain
1879
"Going nowhere"
_________________________________
"No one has nuttin' on Silvah?" Spot questioned the small group of newsies gathered about. This wasn't going as well as he had expected.
"We asked everywhere, nobody knows a 'Silver'," an anonymous speaker called out.
Of course not.that isn't her name.
The thought struck him with force enough to make his head shoot up, Books looked questioningly at Spot raising a brow.
"A'course dey don't, try lookin' undah Emerald." he said trailing as none other than Silver walked inside.
"Pokah game, tamarrah, Queens," without so much as a look at anyone to signify she'd heard her name, she headed up to the roof to sort her thoughts.
"Dat was odd," Books remarked, looking after her.
"Well, who cares..Silvah's an odd poi'sen, now back to figgurin' her out." he continued hammering into the boys way after way to get her story. No one bothered to notice that Dutchy was missing.
(________________________________)
"So, you know a' anyone wid long bown 'air an' silvery eyes?" Dutchy questioned a small Asian girl who had her hand tucked behind her back.
"Is her name Silvah' by any chance?" the girl questioned smirking at her luck.
"Yeah.yeah that's her name!" Dutchy grinned, and the two swapped information about the girl, not enough, however, on her past.
"Well, tanks..em.what's yoah name?" the inquiry was made and the girl shifted nervously.
"Lynch, me names Lynch."
(________________________________)
As the sun was slowly beginning to rise, many people, with many purposes, were scattered about the city.
Dutchy made his way to the distribution office, hands jammed into the pockets of his twill pants. He was constantly yawning, but it didn't seem to bother him, he just strutted along like he had just won the world in a game of poker. Silver was apparently linked, somehow, to the untimely death of Hawkins Logan. Well, if Jersey was clamming up, than any other newsie in Queens would spill.
Lynch moved quickly and quietly towards the abandoned warehouse in the Bronx that held her fortune. She'd go to Brooklyn with Mercy that night, and on the way back, she'd kill the moron. He didn't stand a chance against her.
"Mercy, Mercy, Mercy." she mumbled to herself, smiling.
Lethal, who'd shaken off Mercy, walked alone hoping desperately that he'd stumble upon Silver again. Phantom had said he wanted her live, but not unharmed. He could just see himself tying that beautiful bounty up with his chain and. The thought of it made him shiver with ecstasy.
"This will be something to enjoy," he continued down the street whistling.
Mercy walked along with similar thoughts in his head. Torture didn't always have to be a bloody process. He'd be glad to throw her on her back and pound his love into her smooth flesh. He paused to close his eyes for a moment and savor the visual; her soft, naked body, trembling in fear and pain beneath him. It was amazing.it was art.
Murder trudged along the streets of Brooklyn, debating whether or not to go through with it. She was, for all he knew, an innocent girl in a situation she couldn't escape. That notion had never ever bothered him before this moment. He'd gotten a tip off from a friend in the business of favors. He knew exactly where she was, but that didn't mean no one else knew. Every worthwhile assassin in New York was after her, he could save her life or take it. For once, knowing he held someone's fate in his hands ate at his brain.
Spot paced the pier, thinking about silver. She was so hard to figure out, and she knew it. As the sun rose and his shadow got shorter, he wondered if his bet was getting anyone anywhere. Perhaps, if he buddied up to the girl.she might talk. If she trusted him, he might get something out of her.
So, the six somewhat disgruntled souls made their way to their not-so- stable homes to rethink themselves in time for that evening.
And as those creatures of the night retired, those of the day strutted into the sun, reeking of the childish arrogance that made them who they were. Prince and pauper alike roamed the streets, buying this and that, doing whatever they had to, to get through the day.
"A hunned fiddy," Silver said quietly, grabbing the papers and walking off to find a spot that hadn't been taken over by Jack's boys. Nearly all the good spots had been taken over and.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a hand on her shoulder. To her great dismay, her eyes traveling up his arm only found the same cruel glare she faced every day. It was Spot.
"Can I 'elp ya?" she questioned, turning back to her papes.
"Yeah, yoah sellin wit me t'day," he made the remark tightening his grip on her shoulder.
"Nah, tanks.I'se a big goil. 'Haps you don't 'emembah, youah bruise is almost gone.I could give ya's anoddah one." she suggested, jerking away from his grasp.
"Suit y'self," he said as if he was walking off with the better end of the deal. Spot knew he had to make friends with her.perhaps today wasn't the day for it.
(____________________________________)
Silver eventually found her spot, as far away from Spot as was possible. She stood hawking her headlines to kingdom come, but something was different, her usual aggressiveness was gone from her voice. Perhaps it was being in Queens and pausing for a moment on the corner where her life changed forever, or perhaps it was something else. Something, a bit more present. Perhaps.Spot?
"Nah," she brushed the thought off, she hadn't let him bother her too much lately, and she wasn't going to start now. Silver was like a stone, she told herself.
"Can I get a pape missus?" someone questioned, breaking through the mist of her thoughts. She had unfortunately only just sold her last one.
"Sorry mistah, I'se all out," she looked up at him, he was tall and had black hair and blue-green eyes. The odd thing about him though, was that the front parts of his hair looked blonde. It was terribly odd.
"I could take ya ta someone who still gots em dough." she trailed squinting up in the sun.
"Would ya do dat missus?" he questioned as she took notice of his clothing. Black slacks and a black dress shirt with rolled up sleeves. He was definitely an odd sort.
"Anyting foah a customer," she walked off and motioned for him to follow. They walked along the sunny streets and as she was leading him through an alley, he made his move.
"Emerald, stop," he made the command gently as he grabbed her wrist.
"'Scuse me sir, but I aint no Emerald, em, sir, lemme go," she began to struggle as he lead her off in another direction.
"Not likely," he murmured, dragging her on.
"Damnit what da hell is this? Who ah' you?" she questioned, trying desperately to yank her arm away from him.
"Well, if you really wanna know, me names Moidah."
(_______________________________________)
"Damnit, Books.we caint wait all night!" Spot ranted, pacing in front of the door, surrounded by Brooklyn [newsies] who ll seemed ready to go.
"She prolly ran off somewhere, she didn't seem to happy about the pokah match in da foist place," Blink suggested getting nods of approval.
"Its settled den, Books weah leavin'." and with that, he headed out the door, leading an army of rowdies behind him. Books followed..eventually.
(_________________________________________)
"Why ah you doin' dis? Who sentcha?" Silver asked quietly, she'd given up on struggling and simply let him lead.
"I don't tink you'se hoid of him, and 'sides, I aint gotta choice. Its you oah its me kid," he sounded genuinely upset. And Silver, being as perceptive as she was, chose this time to aim her toes right to the back of his shin. Sending them both sprawling. Him because he'd been kicked, and her because he was holding so tightly. Unfortunately, he stumbled to his feet first, placing the heel of his boot on her neck. By applying enough force, he could collapse her windpipe, suffocating her. And Silver knew this.
"Damnit I don't wanna be heah, and especially not witchoo!" he yelled down at her. She felt the tears welling up in her eyes, but she wouldn't let him see her cry, no one saw her cry.
"I'm a fucking assassin! Don't you get that?" he ranted on, no caring if people heard him. They were in an alley, in a rather deserted part of town, so that wasn't likely.
"I should kill you right now! I'se told ya me name which is the foist mistake.If I don't bring you back to Phantom, he'll kill me!" he lifted his foot and closed his eyes for a brief moment.
"Get up," he commanded, yanking her to her feet and latching back onto her arm.
"So, its my life for yours," she said looking down at her shoes.
"I'm an assassin kid, Its what I do."
Otay, that was eventful!! I would like to take a moment and thank all my super snazzy reviewers who are keeping track of my progress! Murder really freaked out on her didn't he? Well, c'mon, he's the bad guy (Sorta.) he needs a tough side in there somewhere!
"Going nowhere" Young and Hopeless, Good Charlotte
Oh, you guys remember Lethal? (Horny lil fart isn't he?) I must credit the chain idea to Charles Lupla. Or there will be scary looking men appearing at my door.
Don't touch that dial! We'll be right back.....
By the way, keep an eye out for another story by me. It's coming up!