Tabloid, Spade, Jinx, and Jackal were seated around a poker table playing
bs. Spot was on the floor playing with Chance.
"Four aces." Tabloid said flatly, pulling four cards from his hand, and putting them on the center pile. Jackal grinned.
"Tab, you're fulla shit. BS." she stated. Tab flipped the four cards over to reveal an ace from each suit. She took a card from her hand and turned it between her fingers. It was in fact an ace of hearts.
"Aright who's cheatin?" Spade said. Tabloids face was red. Spade stood up. "Look, I ain't playin with cheatin skum." He began collecting his cards, putting the aces aside. He straightened the deck out, then examined the two heart aces. He held one up to Tabloid. "This ain't mine." Spot snorted at Tabloids baffled expression. Jinx snatched Spade's ace and pointed to the two pinpricks in the upper right corner. Jackal rolled her eyes and stood, walking away from the table. She went into Spot's room and brought out Ariana and Torin. Chance growled quietly, then smiled and walked over to his parents.
"Mommy, play with me." He said insistently, tugging on her shirt. She shrugged him off.
"In a little bit Chance." she replied non-commitedly. He stomped his foot and went over to Spot, who was rocking Torin in his arms. He tried to crawl into his fathers lap, but Spot stopped him.
"Chance, just wait a minute okay? When Sean's asleep whaddaya say we go down to da docks?" Chance sighed and went downstairs. He went outside and started walking down the street. 'Stupid bruddahs and sistah.' he thought to himself. He looked at the stores as he passed them, then stopped in front of the store where the lady'd stopped him. He walked in and his bright eyes widened. There were things that he'd never seen before. Horses with wings, faeries and... He stopped in front of a scaled lizard with majestic wings and gleaming red eyes.
"That is a dragon." He immediately stood and turned. "Hello Chance." She smiled warmly.
"Who are you?" He asked softly.
"My name is Araya." He started fidgeting nervously and went back to browsing her merchandise. He began edging to the door, and the feel of her eyes watching him burned into his back. She smiled again. "You don't have to be afraid of me." He stopped and turned, a defiled look on his face.
"I ain't scared a nothin lady." He said, his chin held up defiantly. Her smiled widened and her eyes sparkled.
"You're afraid of being forgotten, of your mother not loving you. You're angry at her for not being what you want her to be." A look of sheer hatred crossed his face, and he turned and swept the porcelain and glass figures on the shelf to the floor, reveling in the echoing shatter. Her face hardened and she walked to the door and locked it, pocketing the key. She looked at him harshly and picked up her phone.
"Heya Kloppy what's ya mattah?" Jack said as Kloppman entered the room.
"Jackal, you'se got a call." She looked at him curiously and walked down behind him to the phone.
"Hello?" she inquired.
"Hello Miss Turner." Her eyes widened. "This is the New York police station. We-" She slammed down the phone and jumped up the stairs.
"Hi guys, gotta run!!!" she said, grabbing her black hat and racing down the stairs, not even waiting for Spot. He and Raven followed anyway though. She ran out the door to find the lodging house surrounded by police. Two approached her and she flipped out her knife. They took out their batons and continued. She slashed the air warningly in front of one, then Raven came out with Spot.
"JACKAL!" Her head turned at her name and she was immediately bashed over the head. She fell to the ground in a crumpled, unconscious heap. Spot leapt at the men who were attempting to pull her away. Both Raven and Spot took them down, but found themselves seized from behind.
"KELLEY!" Spot shouted, elbowing his attacker in the ribs, then slugging him in the eye. A mixture of Manhattan and Brooklyn newsies piled out of the lodging house. Police were demounting and joining the newly began brawl. Five were on both Spot and Jack, and slowly they were successfully restraining them. A tall officer seized Jackals body and threw it over his shoulder. All motion stopped at a sudden gunshot. Coda stood, pistol in hand, at an opening of the arch of horses.
"What the hells goin' on hea? Put her down!" he said sharply to the police officer.
"Sir I will have to ask you to relieve yourself of your firearm."
"And I will have to decline." He walked towards the man. "Once again, put her down." Spot struggled against the man holding his arms. He growled as the man shrugged her off, letting her fall to the ground. Coda looked down at her, then back up at him and with his free hand punched him hard across the face ignoring the blood on his fist. She groaned and started moving. |Spot shoved his way free and| |went to her side. |
"Jackal, Cass, you okay? Say somethin!" She laughed lightly.
"Oh look Spot, there are two of you!" Raven rolled her eyes.
"If that were true New York would be in for hell." Oracle said laughing. All the attention turned to her. "What it's TRUE! Come on TWO Spot Conlons?!?!?!" Pie clasped his hand over her moth and sent an apologetic look to Spot, who was picking Jackal up.
"What did you want?" Coda said to the constable that'd knocked her out.
"To tell her that her bastard son-" Jackal shoved her way out of Spot's arms and attacked him with both Raven and Oracle at her side. Spot was standing in shock.
""You NEVER say that again!" She repeatedly slammed her fist into his face.
"Talk about anger management issues." Race muttered to Blink and Swifty. Jake walked up to Race and looked him in the eye.
"If you'se gonna make a comment, make it when nobody who cares can hear it." he said quietly, then slugged Race and walked back inside. Swifty shook his head.
"That boy's hooked." Race grimaced.
"You tell me this now." Swifty shrugged.
"You didn't ask." When there was silence, they looked up to see the mob of newsies chasing after the police on horses. "Oh god."
*****
Jackal was laying on the cot staring at the ceiling. She looked over and saw Spot's face pressed against the bars. She sat up and the guard unlocked her door letting Spot in. He took her in a hug.
"Denton bailed us out. again."
"Judge ain't letting me get bailed. Stuck here for a good month." Spot looked uncomfortable.
"Jackal. he extended it to two." She pulled away from him and punched a wall. She examined her now split knuckles and started sucking on the blood. "And Chance-"
"I DON'T CARE! THAT CHILD IS THE REASON I'SE HEA! IF HE DIDN'T GO LOSE IT IN THAT SHOP I WOULDN'TA THOUGHT I WAS CAUGHT!" He hit her across the face and shoved her.
"CASSANDRA SHUT YA MOUTH!" She glared at him but said nothing. She laid down on the cold, hard cot and started once again up at the ceiling. "cass- "
"Go away." He shrugged.
"Fine. Be a bitch We was gonna break ya out. Screw that." He waved the guard over, who unlocked the cell door. "Bye Cass." His footsteps echoed down the hall.
"Hey, hey you. new goil!" She sat up on her elbows and looked across the bars to see a dark girl. Both her skin and hair were dark, and her eyes were a sparkling forest green. "Your name Cassa-"
"Jackal."
"Puck. What ya in for?"
"None a ya business." Puck continued staring at her insistently. "My pathetic excuse for a son broke fifty bucks worth of porcelain. When they called I thought they were tracking me."
"Lemme guess, notorious pickpocket?" Jackal yawned nodding. "Where'd he break it?"
"This store called 'The five pointed Star." The girl grinned. "What?"
"My grandmuddah owns dat store. Lived ovah there all my life."
"That woman's white.."
"Your point?" Puck said aggressively.
"Nevermind.
"Gimme one hair off your head." Jackal looked at her suspiciously.
"Why?"
"Just do it." Puck said, reaching across the narrow hall. Jackal did as she was asked, then watched her examine it.
"You'se cursed. You'se a wanderer. Always have been. Ya great-great-great grandmuddah stole from a gypsy. Now her descendants are takin' revenge out on ya family line."
"How in the flaming hells of this world do you know that?" Puck giggled.
"You're the one of legend. Of my family legend."
"What?! You're insane." She laid back down.
"You can't stay with him can you?? It drives you mad being in one place for too long. You've been here for around four years off and on now. It gets to you everyday. You've turned to drinking and drugs to get past it."
"Who are you!?!? HOW DO YOU KNOW ME?
WEEEEEEEEE Look Ravy, look oracle, look sapphy, and LOOK READERS! I GOT ANOTHER CHAPPY! YAYS! I'm about to update hooded crow too.. Gonna finish that one shortly I got a HUGE massive update for it comin up in like, ten minutes.
Love you all and reviews are welcome!
~Jackal
BTW I don't own newsies, I just own the five pointed star. Hehehehe and no I am in no way shape or form insulting/joking around with wiccans. I do respect them as well as Christians, Buddhists, Islamics, muslims, and every other religion out there.
BYES FOR NOW!
"Four aces." Tabloid said flatly, pulling four cards from his hand, and putting them on the center pile. Jackal grinned.
"Tab, you're fulla shit. BS." she stated. Tab flipped the four cards over to reveal an ace from each suit. She took a card from her hand and turned it between her fingers. It was in fact an ace of hearts.
"Aright who's cheatin?" Spade said. Tabloids face was red. Spade stood up. "Look, I ain't playin with cheatin skum." He began collecting his cards, putting the aces aside. He straightened the deck out, then examined the two heart aces. He held one up to Tabloid. "This ain't mine." Spot snorted at Tabloids baffled expression. Jinx snatched Spade's ace and pointed to the two pinpricks in the upper right corner. Jackal rolled her eyes and stood, walking away from the table. She went into Spot's room and brought out Ariana and Torin. Chance growled quietly, then smiled and walked over to his parents.
"Mommy, play with me." He said insistently, tugging on her shirt. She shrugged him off.
"In a little bit Chance." she replied non-commitedly. He stomped his foot and went over to Spot, who was rocking Torin in his arms. He tried to crawl into his fathers lap, but Spot stopped him.
"Chance, just wait a minute okay? When Sean's asleep whaddaya say we go down to da docks?" Chance sighed and went downstairs. He went outside and started walking down the street. 'Stupid bruddahs and sistah.' he thought to himself. He looked at the stores as he passed them, then stopped in front of the store where the lady'd stopped him. He walked in and his bright eyes widened. There were things that he'd never seen before. Horses with wings, faeries and... He stopped in front of a scaled lizard with majestic wings and gleaming red eyes.
"That is a dragon." He immediately stood and turned. "Hello Chance." She smiled warmly.
"Who are you?" He asked softly.
"My name is Araya." He started fidgeting nervously and went back to browsing her merchandise. He began edging to the door, and the feel of her eyes watching him burned into his back. She smiled again. "You don't have to be afraid of me." He stopped and turned, a defiled look on his face.
"I ain't scared a nothin lady." He said, his chin held up defiantly. Her smiled widened and her eyes sparkled.
"You're afraid of being forgotten, of your mother not loving you. You're angry at her for not being what you want her to be." A look of sheer hatred crossed his face, and he turned and swept the porcelain and glass figures on the shelf to the floor, reveling in the echoing shatter. Her face hardened and she walked to the door and locked it, pocketing the key. She looked at him harshly and picked up her phone.
"Heya Kloppy what's ya mattah?" Jack said as Kloppman entered the room.
"Jackal, you'se got a call." She looked at him curiously and walked down behind him to the phone.
"Hello?" she inquired.
"Hello Miss Turner." Her eyes widened. "This is the New York police station. We-" She slammed down the phone and jumped up the stairs.
"Hi guys, gotta run!!!" she said, grabbing her black hat and racing down the stairs, not even waiting for Spot. He and Raven followed anyway though. She ran out the door to find the lodging house surrounded by police. Two approached her and she flipped out her knife. They took out their batons and continued. She slashed the air warningly in front of one, then Raven came out with Spot.
"JACKAL!" Her head turned at her name and she was immediately bashed over the head. She fell to the ground in a crumpled, unconscious heap. Spot leapt at the men who were attempting to pull her away. Both Raven and Spot took them down, but found themselves seized from behind.
"KELLEY!" Spot shouted, elbowing his attacker in the ribs, then slugging him in the eye. A mixture of Manhattan and Brooklyn newsies piled out of the lodging house. Police were demounting and joining the newly began brawl. Five were on both Spot and Jack, and slowly they were successfully restraining them. A tall officer seized Jackals body and threw it over his shoulder. All motion stopped at a sudden gunshot. Coda stood, pistol in hand, at an opening of the arch of horses.
"What the hells goin' on hea? Put her down!" he said sharply to the police officer.
"Sir I will have to ask you to relieve yourself of your firearm."
"And I will have to decline." He walked towards the man. "Once again, put her down." Spot struggled against the man holding his arms. He growled as the man shrugged her off, letting her fall to the ground. Coda looked down at her, then back up at him and with his free hand punched him hard across the face ignoring the blood on his fist. She groaned and started moving. |Spot shoved his way free and| |went to her side. |
"Jackal, Cass, you okay? Say somethin!" She laughed lightly.
"Oh look Spot, there are two of you!" Raven rolled her eyes.
"If that were true New York would be in for hell." Oracle said laughing. All the attention turned to her. "What it's TRUE! Come on TWO Spot Conlons?!?!?!" Pie clasped his hand over her moth and sent an apologetic look to Spot, who was picking Jackal up.
"What did you want?" Coda said to the constable that'd knocked her out.
"To tell her that her bastard son-" Jackal shoved her way out of Spot's arms and attacked him with both Raven and Oracle at her side. Spot was standing in shock.
""You NEVER say that again!" She repeatedly slammed her fist into his face.
"Talk about anger management issues." Race muttered to Blink and Swifty. Jake walked up to Race and looked him in the eye.
"If you'se gonna make a comment, make it when nobody who cares can hear it." he said quietly, then slugged Race and walked back inside. Swifty shook his head.
"That boy's hooked." Race grimaced.
"You tell me this now." Swifty shrugged.
"You didn't ask." When there was silence, they looked up to see the mob of newsies chasing after the police on horses. "Oh god."
*****
Jackal was laying on the cot staring at the ceiling. She looked over and saw Spot's face pressed against the bars. She sat up and the guard unlocked her door letting Spot in. He took her in a hug.
"Denton bailed us out. again."
"Judge ain't letting me get bailed. Stuck here for a good month." Spot looked uncomfortable.
"Jackal. he extended it to two." She pulled away from him and punched a wall. She examined her now split knuckles and started sucking on the blood. "And Chance-"
"I DON'T CARE! THAT CHILD IS THE REASON I'SE HEA! IF HE DIDN'T GO LOSE IT IN THAT SHOP I WOULDN'TA THOUGHT I WAS CAUGHT!" He hit her across the face and shoved her.
"CASSANDRA SHUT YA MOUTH!" She glared at him but said nothing. She laid down on the cold, hard cot and started once again up at the ceiling. "cass- "
"Go away." He shrugged.
"Fine. Be a bitch We was gonna break ya out. Screw that." He waved the guard over, who unlocked the cell door. "Bye Cass." His footsteps echoed down the hall.
"Hey, hey you. new goil!" She sat up on her elbows and looked across the bars to see a dark girl. Both her skin and hair were dark, and her eyes were a sparkling forest green. "Your name Cassa-"
"Jackal."
"Puck. What ya in for?"
"None a ya business." Puck continued staring at her insistently. "My pathetic excuse for a son broke fifty bucks worth of porcelain. When they called I thought they were tracking me."
"Lemme guess, notorious pickpocket?" Jackal yawned nodding. "Where'd he break it?"
"This store called 'The five pointed Star." The girl grinned. "What?"
"My grandmuddah owns dat store. Lived ovah there all my life."
"That woman's white.."
"Your point?" Puck said aggressively.
"Nevermind.
"Gimme one hair off your head." Jackal looked at her suspiciously.
"Why?"
"Just do it." Puck said, reaching across the narrow hall. Jackal did as she was asked, then watched her examine it.
"You'se cursed. You'se a wanderer. Always have been. Ya great-great-great grandmuddah stole from a gypsy. Now her descendants are takin' revenge out on ya family line."
"How in the flaming hells of this world do you know that?" Puck giggled.
"You're the one of legend. Of my family legend."
"What?! You're insane." She laid back down.
"You can't stay with him can you?? It drives you mad being in one place for too long. You've been here for around four years off and on now. It gets to you everyday. You've turned to drinking and drugs to get past it."
"Who are you!?!? HOW DO YOU KNOW ME?
WEEEEEEEEE Look Ravy, look oracle, look sapphy, and LOOK READERS! I GOT ANOTHER CHAPPY! YAYS! I'm about to update hooded crow too.. Gonna finish that one shortly I got a HUGE massive update for it comin up in like, ten minutes.
Love you all and reviews are welcome!
~Jackal
BTW I don't own newsies, I just own the five pointed star. Hehehehe and no I am in no way shape or form insulting/joking around with wiccans. I do respect them as well as Christians, Buddhists, Islamics, muslims, and every other religion out there.
BYES FOR NOW!