Chapter 10
"Can I help ya miss?" Snitch asked a blonde with deep blue eyes. She was standing on the steps of the lodging house looking at a piece of paper.
"Is this the Manhattan Lodging house?" she asked looking up from her piece of paper.
"Yeah," Snitch said pointing to the sign.
"Is Dag here?" she asked blushing slightly.
"Yeah, think she's up stairs playin' pokah," Snitch informed here.
"Thanks," she said before walking upstairs.
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"No, I'm not ready to go back," Dag said irritated that she had been interrupted from poker when she had been winning for once (Dag doesn't have very good luck when it comes to poker).
"Its weird being in Brooklyn with out you," Paige said scared that Dag was going to start yelling.
"I'm sorry, I just have to figure dings out before I go back," Dag said trying to calm down.
"These things have to do with Spot don't they?"
"Who said they have to do with Spot?" Dag demanded starting to loose what little calm had been there.
"No one, everyone knows though, at least us girls anyway. Why are you keeping it a secret? If I had a boy like Spot head over heels like he is, I'd tell the world."
"I don't know. I'm not used to it. I've been pretending to be a boy for so long; I guess it's startin to go to me head."
"Didn't you just start during to summer?"
"No," Dag laughed. "I've started pretendin' to be a boy long before that. Ever since I was little I've boycotted dresses and been out in the back yard wrestlin' de neighborhood boys, drove me mudda nuts,"
"I see, well I have to get to work." Paige said heading towards the door. "Bye,"
"See ya latah," Dag said as Paige left. ~~~~****~~~~****~~~~
"Race do ya see me as a goil?" Dag asked they stood in line to get their papers.
"You as a goil?" Race asked looking over at her in question. "Dis a trick question?"
"No, it's not a trick question, just answer."
"Well you is a goil, ain't ya,"
"I know, but do ya see me as a goil?"
"I guess," Race was clearly not sure whether he had given the right answer. "Why?"
"Nuthin'"
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"'Ey Spot ya gonna come to de show at Irving tonight?" Race said walking up the dock. He was on a mission, sent by Jack to find out why Dag had ditched Brooklyn (both the place and the person).
"Soah," Spot replied hopping down from his perch. "What'cha doin' in Brooklyn?"
"Just felt like comin' to visit." Race replied coolly. Spot didn't by it.
"Naw, really why is ya heah?"
"Why did Dag leave Brooklyn?" Race said putting it out in the open.
"Dag does whatevah she wants," Spot replied but he could tell Race wasn't satisified with the answer. Race was going to have to deal with it because Spot wasn't going to say anything more.
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"Ya know I've never been heah before," Dag said as the other newsies led her towards Irving Stage.
"Yeh a newsie and ya never been to Irving?" Boots asked surprised.
"Yep, in Brooklyn we usually just hung out at de dock," Dag replied.
"Oh yeah," Boots remembered the month that one night he spent in Brooklyn (Sorry had to put that in there).
The theatre (I think I can all it that) was fairly large and was packed with newsies from all over. They'd decided to have another celebration for the win of their strike even though it had been several months ago. Dag was surprised by how packed it was, she had had no idea there were this many newsies in New York. Then it hit her, the Brooklyn boys were probably here too. Suddenly she wanted to go back to the lodging house. She had no intention of seeing Spot at the moment. She spotted him over by David and Jack who had come earlier.
"I don't feel well, I'm going back to the lodging house," Dag lied starting to leave.
"No ya don't goil," Race said grabbing her. "This is a big newsie event, just cause you don't like doin' de social ding, doesn't mean ya can ditch."
Dag could tell that wasn't what he meant. She gave him quite the evil glare. He just laughed and dragged her along.
Dag couldn't help but notice that the girls were also sitting with the Brooklyn newsies and that Mark had come along too. She was tempted to go over and sit with them but let Race drag her over to where the other Manhattan boys were. They were right up next the stage, though some spread out and went over places.
"Okay," Jack said getting up, the chatter silenced. "Dis is a celebration for de newsies dat beat de two most powerful men in New Yawk."
The newsies all cheered. Dag caught Spot stealing a glance over at her; he quickly turned his in the other direction. Race laughed, he was watching the two of them. Dag gave him a glare that clearly said 'shut up'. He stopped after a moment under her glare. When the cheering ceased Jack started again.
"So we is heah to celebrate," Jack said before getting off the stage. The newsies weren't sure if he had finished or not till a few dancers came onto the stage. The chatter rose again.
Pretty sure that there was nothing really to see here, or any reason to stay; Dag was getting ready to leave. Racetrack had loosened his grip on her arm and had noticed a game of poker. Dag began to slip away hoping her absence wouldn't be noticed till she was long gone.
"Where ya goin'?" Race had noticed. Dag stopped but didn't turn to acknowledge him. "De celebration just started."
"I know, and I have no intention of bein' heah when it ends." Dag said trying not to punch Race.
"If ya really want to g- Who's dat?"
"What?" Dag turned to face Race starting to get impatient.
Race merely pointed. Dag's eyes followed his finger over to where Spot was. Dag was already in a bad mood and it didn't help the events that followed. There sitting on Spot's lap was Emily. Dag was fuming. Race immediately went to restrain her but it was too late she was already half way through the crowd.
"What de fuck is this!?!" Dag wasn't one for swearing but she'd lost control long ago.
"Watch yeh language around ladies," Spot said not even looking up.
"I am a lady," Dag barked even using proper English.
"No, Kathryn you aren't." Emily added smiling.
"I am a goil and what are you doin' heah." Dag was practically yelling now.
"No Dag you ain't a goil, you is a pending natural disaster," Racetrack said finally catching up to her.
Dag had a knife to his neck with in seconds. Then rethought her actions and turned the knife to Emily. The girl just sat smiling. Race placed his hand on Dag's arm and slowly pushed it down. Dag began to think again. Sheathing the knife, she gave Spot one last glare before leaving. Race didn't even chase after her.
Dag was on the verge of tears by the time she reached the streets. Her ever turning mind for once had run out of options. She sat down on the curve and for once didn't even try to stop the tears from running freely. Pulling the slingshot off her waist she ran her finger over the SC engraved into the handle. Pulling off her hat she throw it onto the ground.
"You all right....miss?" The miss came out as a surprise.
"Fine," Dag said not even curious enough to see who cared.
"You sure?" A young man sat down next to her. He was dressed liked a boy from a middle class family.
"Yeah, fine," Dag said quietly. The boy could tell she didn't mean it.
"What happened?" He asked.
"I was called a 'pending natural disaster'" Dag replied not wanting to relay the entire story. The boy laughed.
"'Pending natural disaster'? Sounds like you had a bad night." Dag couldn't help but laugh too, it did sound pretty silly. Guess Race could be forgiven. "That it?"
"No but the rest would require background information that I don't feel like givin' out right now." Dag didn't know why but she was speaking in almost proper English. The boy laughed again. His laugh reminded her of Spot. Wrong thing to think, Dag was in tears again. Ugh she needed to get her mind off Spot. The ugly....stupid.....bum. Dag was so in deep she couldn't even insult him. The boy handed her a handkerchief.
"Dank's" Dag said drying her tears.
"Feel better now?" he asked genuinely concerned.
"Not really no, but I'll get over it." Dag said picking up her hat and returning the slingshot to her waist. The boy stood up and offered his hand. Dag smiled and allowed him to help her up.
"Would you like me to accompany you home?"
"Naw, danks dough," Dag replied returning to her accent.
"Hope you see you again miss," he said before leaving.
Dag smiled and her mind starting giving out options again. Deciding to head towards the Manhattan Lodging house, she decided that Race needed to at least know he'd been forgiven for calling her a 'pending natural disaster'.
"Can I help ya miss?" Snitch asked a blonde with deep blue eyes. She was standing on the steps of the lodging house looking at a piece of paper.
"Is this the Manhattan Lodging house?" she asked looking up from her piece of paper.
"Yeah," Snitch said pointing to the sign.
"Is Dag here?" she asked blushing slightly.
"Yeah, think she's up stairs playin' pokah," Snitch informed here.
"Thanks," she said before walking upstairs.
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"No, I'm not ready to go back," Dag said irritated that she had been interrupted from poker when she had been winning for once (Dag doesn't have very good luck when it comes to poker).
"Its weird being in Brooklyn with out you," Paige said scared that Dag was going to start yelling.
"I'm sorry, I just have to figure dings out before I go back," Dag said trying to calm down.
"These things have to do with Spot don't they?"
"Who said they have to do with Spot?" Dag demanded starting to loose what little calm had been there.
"No one, everyone knows though, at least us girls anyway. Why are you keeping it a secret? If I had a boy like Spot head over heels like he is, I'd tell the world."
"I don't know. I'm not used to it. I've been pretending to be a boy for so long; I guess it's startin to go to me head."
"Didn't you just start during to summer?"
"No," Dag laughed. "I've started pretendin' to be a boy long before that. Ever since I was little I've boycotted dresses and been out in the back yard wrestlin' de neighborhood boys, drove me mudda nuts,"
"I see, well I have to get to work." Paige said heading towards the door. "Bye,"
"See ya latah," Dag said as Paige left. ~~~~****~~~~****~~~~
"Race do ya see me as a goil?" Dag asked they stood in line to get their papers.
"You as a goil?" Race asked looking over at her in question. "Dis a trick question?"
"No, it's not a trick question, just answer."
"Well you is a goil, ain't ya,"
"I know, but do ya see me as a goil?"
"I guess," Race was clearly not sure whether he had given the right answer. "Why?"
"Nuthin'"
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"'Ey Spot ya gonna come to de show at Irving tonight?" Race said walking up the dock. He was on a mission, sent by Jack to find out why Dag had ditched Brooklyn (both the place and the person).
"Soah," Spot replied hopping down from his perch. "What'cha doin' in Brooklyn?"
"Just felt like comin' to visit." Race replied coolly. Spot didn't by it.
"Naw, really why is ya heah?"
"Why did Dag leave Brooklyn?" Race said putting it out in the open.
"Dag does whatevah she wants," Spot replied but he could tell Race wasn't satisified with the answer. Race was going to have to deal with it because Spot wasn't going to say anything more.
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"Ya know I've never been heah before," Dag said as the other newsies led her towards Irving Stage.
"Yeh a newsie and ya never been to Irving?" Boots asked surprised.
"Yep, in Brooklyn we usually just hung out at de dock," Dag replied.
"Oh yeah," Boots remembered the month that one night he spent in Brooklyn (Sorry had to put that in there).
The theatre (I think I can all it that) was fairly large and was packed with newsies from all over. They'd decided to have another celebration for the win of their strike even though it had been several months ago. Dag was surprised by how packed it was, she had had no idea there were this many newsies in New York. Then it hit her, the Brooklyn boys were probably here too. Suddenly she wanted to go back to the lodging house. She had no intention of seeing Spot at the moment. She spotted him over by David and Jack who had come earlier.
"I don't feel well, I'm going back to the lodging house," Dag lied starting to leave.
"No ya don't goil," Race said grabbing her. "This is a big newsie event, just cause you don't like doin' de social ding, doesn't mean ya can ditch."
Dag could tell that wasn't what he meant. She gave him quite the evil glare. He just laughed and dragged her along.
Dag couldn't help but notice that the girls were also sitting with the Brooklyn newsies and that Mark had come along too. She was tempted to go over and sit with them but let Race drag her over to where the other Manhattan boys were. They were right up next the stage, though some spread out and went over places.
"Okay," Jack said getting up, the chatter silenced. "Dis is a celebration for de newsies dat beat de two most powerful men in New Yawk."
The newsies all cheered. Dag caught Spot stealing a glance over at her; he quickly turned his in the other direction. Race laughed, he was watching the two of them. Dag gave him a glare that clearly said 'shut up'. He stopped after a moment under her glare. When the cheering ceased Jack started again.
"So we is heah to celebrate," Jack said before getting off the stage. The newsies weren't sure if he had finished or not till a few dancers came onto the stage. The chatter rose again.
Pretty sure that there was nothing really to see here, or any reason to stay; Dag was getting ready to leave. Racetrack had loosened his grip on her arm and had noticed a game of poker. Dag began to slip away hoping her absence wouldn't be noticed till she was long gone.
"Where ya goin'?" Race had noticed. Dag stopped but didn't turn to acknowledge him. "De celebration just started."
"I know, and I have no intention of bein' heah when it ends." Dag said trying not to punch Race.
"If ya really want to g- Who's dat?"
"What?" Dag turned to face Race starting to get impatient.
Race merely pointed. Dag's eyes followed his finger over to where Spot was. Dag was already in a bad mood and it didn't help the events that followed. There sitting on Spot's lap was Emily. Dag was fuming. Race immediately went to restrain her but it was too late she was already half way through the crowd.
"What de fuck is this!?!" Dag wasn't one for swearing but she'd lost control long ago.
"Watch yeh language around ladies," Spot said not even looking up.
"I am a lady," Dag barked even using proper English.
"No, Kathryn you aren't." Emily added smiling.
"I am a goil and what are you doin' heah." Dag was practically yelling now.
"No Dag you ain't a goil, you is a pending natural disaster," Racetrack said finally catching up to her.
Dag had a knife to his neck with in seconds. Then rethought her actions and turned the knife to Emily. The girl just sat smiling. Race placed his hand on Dag's arm and slowly pushed it down. Dag began to think again. Sheathing the knife, she gave Spot one last glare before leaving. Race didn't even chase after her.
Dag was on the verge of tears by the time she reached the streets. Her ever turning mind for once had run out of options. She sat down on the curve and for once didn't even try to stop the tears from running freely. Pulling the slingshot off her waist she ran her finger over the SC engraved into the handle. Pulling off her hat she throw it onto the ground.
"You all right....miss?" The miss came out as a surprise.
"Fine," Dag said not even curious enough to see who cared.
"You sure?" A young man sat down next to her. He was dressed liked a boy from a middle class family.
"Yeah, fine," Dag said quietly. The boy could tell she didn't mean it.
"What happened?" He asked.
"I was called a 'pending natural disaster'" Dag replied not wanting to relay the entire story. The boy laughed.
"'Pending natural disaster'? Sounds like you had a bad night." Dag couldn't help but laugh too, it did sound pretty silly. Guess Race could be forgiven. "That it?"
"No but the rest would require background information that I don't feel like givin' out right now." Dag didn't know why but she was speaking in almost proper English. The boy laughed again. His laugh reminded her of Spot. Wrong thing to think, Dag was in tears again. Ugh she needed to get her mind off Spot. The ugly....stupid.....bum. Dag was so in deep she couldn't even insult him. The boy handed her a handkerchief.
"Dank's" Dag said drying her tears.
"Feel better now?" he asked genuinely concerned.
"Not really no, but I'll get over it." Dag said picking up her hat and returning the slingshot to her waist. The boy stood up and offered his hand. Dag smiled and allowed him to help her up.
"Would you like me to accompany you home?"
"Naw, danks dough," Dag replied returning to her accent.
"Hope you see you again miss," he said before leaving.
Dag smiled and her mind starting giving out options again. Deciding to head towards the Manhattan Lodging house, she decided that Race needed to at least know he'd been forgiven for calling her a 'pending natural disaster'.
