DISLCLAIMER: I wrote this because I didn't only want to write
depressing TDDUP (Till Death Do Us Part) Which I strongly recommend thakt
you read. I don't own the newsies or anything else from the movie, Disney
does. Slider is mine, and so are all the witty comments. (lol) Thanks to
Sprite who was very helpful, and started my brain's slow movement. I hope
you all enjoy and click that little blue button at the bottom of the page.
Okay I have tweaked this because I know I messed up the flashback. Grrr *bangs head on something* I'm really sry, but now it's fixed.
Sli
I rubbed my eyes filled with sleep and other particles of unknown origin. I was sore all over and mad. I was so very mad at myself. I had gotten off track, defied my list, slept in wet grass. I had two lists at the moment. One that under no circumstances was to change, and the other, less permanent list, was my plan on my life at the current moment. The first list went something like this:
Trust no one
Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer
Don't make friends.
Always lie
Never sleep in wet grass
I had added the fifth one on this morning. The second list was better in theory in action seeing how I had only managed, so far, the last point.
Find a place to stay
Get a job
Don't get caught
Of course I was now, wet, friendless, jobless, hungry, and had the feeling that I was about to get a headache. I stood up and looked about me. According to what I saw around me I was in Central Park. I decided on a plan of action, food, than information, than food, than sleep, than food, than, work, than sleep, than food. At least that was my dream plan of action. A job was needed before food, and sleep, like I would ever get that. I posed a mental question to myself, what would be the best way to get a job. I thought then of the job I wanted. I was a boy, so I had pretty much open options, except seamstress and stuff. Factories were out, I need to be able to run away quickly, and they were often locked. Heavy labor was out, I wouldn't last. Store clerk was out, I was horrible with numbers and I would be seen repeatedly in the same place. I had to do something outdoors. Then it hit me, and I gave myself a mental kick, newspapers. I could sell them. It was perfect. I just had to develop a plan on "befriending" a newsie, and letting them "show me the ropes." This would be easy, they were probably crawling all over Central Park.
I spotted one waving a newspaper above his head screaming about mass murders. I cringed at the thought. I pretended to be totally oblivious with what was going on around me and ran right into him, "Damn it kid, watch where you're going."
"Sorry, so you're a newsie."
"Yeah, you could tell?" I stared at him taking in his cigar, and mismatched plaids. His sarcastic comment would have normally amused me but I was occupied at the moment. Sheepishly grinning I replied, "Well, I have been considering this profession."
"Uh huh, well what paper would you sell for?" I gave myself a mental pat for looking at his paper earlier, "The World."
"Really," I nodded, "I sell there. Hey, if you want I could show you how it's done."
"Thanks, erm..?"
"The name's Racetrack, or Race, depends on what you want from me." I gave an appropriate laugh, "I'm Matthew." Race let out a grunt of disproval, "Matthew huh? I think we should change that. How about Slider, seeing how you slid right into me."
"Why not?" Racetrack grinned and shoved a few papes at me, "Well, kid give it a try."
Three hours latter and I had sold about forty papers. I guess it helped being in the acting business.
FLASHBACK (a/n does that help?)
"Ah come on Charlie, you know they'll love you."
"Ha, they'll love seeing me kill myself over you."
"Just pretend that they'll love you then. You're an actress, act." I slapped Matthew responding, "You're my brother, comfort my woes."
"You don't have any woes fair maiden."
"Sire, anyone may have woes, from the richest man to the most unfortunate street pauper." The door flew open, "I'd love to hear all about these woes of yours, but right now it's my turn. My woe will be having to kill you both if you don't get your scrawny butts out on that stage." Matthew and I hurried past Gary and onto the stage.
END FLASHBACK
Race's was talking to me about some restaurant, "So do you want to go?" I looked at him, "Uh, sure."
I had no idea where we were headed but I followed Race through the streets of new York until we reached a small diner. They walked in and were greeted by loud cries of 'hey Race,' and 'hows it rollin.' Race smiled and sat down next to a kid with and eye patch. He beckoned me to join them. "So, who's the kid?"
"Slider meet Blink, Blink this is Slider." I spit shook with him, a custom that Race had explained to me. Blink gave a laugh, "So, where did you pick him up?"
"He ran into me this morning in Central Park, we sold papes together."
"Huh, well is he going to be a full time newsie," Blink questioned. I thought quickly, what would a guy say, "I suppose I am."
Blink nodded, "Welcome, to the Manhattan newsies." I smiled.
A/N I hope that helps r/r and tell me if it needs more tweaking!
Sli
Okay I have tweaked this because I know I messed up the flashback. Grrr *bangs head on something* I'm really sry, but now it's fixed.
Sli
I rubbed my eyes filled with sleep and other particles of unknown origin. I was sore all over and mad. I was so very mad at myself. I had gotten off track, defied my list, slept in wet grass. I had two lists at the moment. One that under no circumstances was to change, and the other, less permanent list, was my plan on my life at the current moment. The first list went something like this:
Trust no one
Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer
Don't make friends.
Always lie
Never sleep in wet grass
I had added the fifth one on this morning. The second list was better in theory in action seeing how I had only managed, so far, the last point.
Find a place to stay
Get a job
Don't get caught
Of course I was now, wet, friendless, jobless, hungry, and had the feeling that I was about to get a headache. I stood up and looked about me. According to what I saw around me I was in Central Park. I decided on a plan of action, food, than information, than food, than sleep, than food, than, work, than sleep, than food. At least that was my dream plan of action. A job was needed before food, and sleep, like I would ever get that. I posed a mental question to myself, what would be the best way to get a job. I thought then of the job I wanted. I was a boy, so I had pretty much open options, except seamstress and stuff. Factories were out, I need to be able to run away quickly, and they were often locked. Heavy labor was out, I wouldn't last. Store clerk was out, I was horrible with numbers and I would be seen repeatedly in the same place. I had to do something outdoors. Then it hit me, and I gave myself a mental kick, newspapers. I could sell them. It was perfect. I just had to develop a plan on "befriending" a newsie, and letting them "show me the ropes." This would be easy, they were probably crawling all over Central Park.
I spotted one waving a newspaper above his head screaming about mass murders. I cringed at the thought. I pretended to be totally oblivious with what was going on around me and ran right into him, "Damn it kid, watch where you're going."
"Sorry, so you're a newsie."
"Yeah, you could tell?" I stared at him taking in his cigar, and mismatched plaids. His sarcastic comment would have normally amused me but I was occupied at the moment. Sheepishly grinning I replied, "Well, I have been considering this profession."
"Uh huh, well what paper would you sell for?" I gave myself a mental pat for looking at his paper earlier, "The World."
"Really," I nodded, "I sell there. Hey, if you want I could show you how it's done."
"Thanks, erm..?"
"The name's Racetrack, or Race, depends on what you want from me." I gave an appropriate laugh, "I'm Matthew." Race let out a grunt of disproval, "Matthew huh? I think we should change that. How about Slider, seeing how you slid right into me."
"Why not?" Racetrack grinned and shoved a few papes at me, "Well, kid give it a try."
Three hours latter and I had sold about forty papers. I guess it helped being in the acting business.
FLASHBACK (a/n does that help?)
"Ah come on Charlie, you know they'll love you."
"Ha, they'll love seeing me kill myself over you."
"Just pretend that they'll love you then. You're an actress, act." I slapped Matthew responding, "You're my brother, comfort my woes."
"You don't have any woes fair maiden."
"Sire, anyone may have woes, from the richest man to the most unfortunate street pauper." The door flew open, "I'd love to hear all about these woes of yours, but right now it's my turn. My woe will be having to kill you both if you don't get your scrawny butts out on that stage." Matthew and I hurried past Gary and onto the stage.
END FLASHBACK
Race's was talking to me about some restaurant, "So do you want to go?" I looked at him, "Uh, sure."
I had no idea where we were headed but I followed Race through the streets of new York until we reached a small diner. They walked in and were greeted by loud cries of 'hey Race,' and 'hows it rollin.' Race smiled and sat down next to a kid with and eye patch. He beckoned me to join them. "So, who's the kid?"
"Slider meet Blink, Blink this is Slider." I spit shook with him, a custom that Race had explained to me. Blink gave a laugh, "So, where did you pick him up?"
"He ran into me this morning in Central Park, we sold papes together."
"Huh, well is he going to be a full time newsie," Blink questioned. I thought quickly, what would a guy say, "I suppose I am."
Blink nodded, "Welcome, to the Manhattan newsies." I smiled.
A/N I hope that helps r/r and tell me if it needs more tweaking!
Sli