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December 1898. Manhattan Lodging House. New York.
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"I told ya! I told ya all!" Race yelled next to Page's bunk, "We should've nevah let dat goil stay in da lodgin' house! Look! Look! Now der's two of 'em! Der multiplyin'!"
"Calm down Race!" Jack yelled, walking sleepily over to the bunk where Race stood, "Now. What cho talkin' bout?"
"Der multiplyin'!! Look! Here's anothah one!" Race repeated, pointing at the still sleeping Page.
"Spot!" Jack yelled, and waited for Spot to join the two at the bunk. As soon as Spot did, he continued, "Spot, dis lodgin' house don't allow goils. I know I said the other one could stay, but now you'se takin' advantage of our hospitality."
"She didn't even stay heah, Jack. So just calm down a minute and stop accusing peoples. Thorn dropped her off dis mornin. I'm supposed ta show 'er da ropes."
"See Race," Jack said, patting the small Italian on the back, "No need ta worry. No goils are takin' over da lodgin' house."
"I still don't like it," Race said, crossing his arms and chewing on his cigar, "Don't like it one bit!"
Spot rolled his eyes, and turned his attention to waking Page. "Should've nevah let ya go back ta bed dis mornin'. I knew you wasn't gonna get up," he mumbled under his breath.
"Five more minutes," Page said, hiding her head under her pillow.
"Fine, but only five!" Spot yelled walking to the other side of the room to check on his mystery girl. "How you feeling?"
"Better," she said, a little louder than a whisper.
"Think ya can sell today?" Sydney nodded and tried to get out of bed. Spot held out his arm, to offer support and she gratefully took it.
"I think I'll be alright," she said letting go of his arm and walking unsteadily to the washroom. A few feet from the doorway she fell to the ground and started furiously crawling to a stall. Inside you could hear Sydney regurgitating what little food she had eaten during her stay at the lodging house.
"I think she needs some more rest," Jack voiced to Spot after listening to Sydney vomit once more. Spot nodded in agreement, "If ya want, Spot. I can show da other goil da ropes and you can stay heah with Miss Sickly."
"Danks Jack. I'll wake 'er up right now."
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December 1898. Manhattan Distribution Office. New York.
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Jack stood in the front of the line with Page. "So you got a nickname yet, kid?" he asked trying to break the ice.
"No," she said, looking at all the other boys in line. "Are there any other girl newsies?" she asked, feeling out of place.
"Shoa, but not many. And barely any 'round heah. Da only lodgin' houses dat allow goils is in Queens and Brooklyn. And even dere goil newsies are slim."
"Why?"
"Cause dis is a man's job," Race said, puffing out his chest. "Why don't you go sew in a factory or sumthin'?"
"Race..." Jack warned.
"It's okay Jack. I don't take offense," Page reassured. Then turning to Race, "But if this is a man's job, why are you here?"
Jack stifled a laugh and Race scowled, "I just don't think goils are cut out ta be newsies."
"Shoa," Page said, trying to mimic his New York accent, before turning to buy her papes.
"And you wonder why you have no goil," Jack said with a laugh, before following Page and buying papes himself.
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December 1898. Streets of Manhattan. New York.
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"Alright," Jack said as they finally found a decent selling spot in a park, "It's a little harder den it looks, but sellin' papes isn't dat hard if you got a good teacher. And you got me so you're..."
"Screwed?" Page said with a smirk.
Jack rolled his eyes, "With you're talent; yes. Anyway, all ya do is find a good article. Like... dis," he said pointing to a article that read 'small factory fire injures 3 workers.' "Den you'se gotta use your brain and improve it." Jack stood up straight holding a paper in his hand and yelled out, "Huge fire destroys three neighboring factories! Hundreds dead and many more injured!"
Page laughed as about a dozen people stopped their monotonous lives and bought a paper. After thanking each and every customer with his award winning smile, Jack turned back to Page, "Got it?"
"Yeah. Look in the paper for a good article. Think for a moment. Then yell out a random headline that has nothing to do with the article you found and con people for money," Page said with a laugh.
"You'se a natural! Now, it's your turn."
Page nodded and looked in her paper for a good headline. After finding nothing, she tried to think of other stories she had heard newsies yell out when she lived in the apartment with Mark. Before he spent all their money on booze; before he lost his job. "Mayor caught in bed with his wife's sister!!" she finally yelled out. Quite happy with herself, she waited for the people to come and buy from here. Maybe she would sell more then Jack on her first day.
After noticing no one was coming to buy a pape, she looked at Jack in bafflement. He gave a good natured laugh, "Dat ain't da way reporters would phrase a headline. And.. Da mayor's wife ain't got a sistah."
"Oh," Page said, feeling incredibly stupid.
Jack smile, "Don't worry kid. You'll get bettah, I know ya will."
"I don't know. Maybe I should just go work in a factory," Page said with a sigh.
"Don't listen ta Race. He don't know nothin'. Just a stupid, short, gambler," Jack said with a smirk.
"Gambler? As in cards?" Page said with enthusiasm.
"Yea, as in cards. You play pokah?"
"No, never had anyone to play with. But I love solitaire!"
Jack paused a moment, "Solitaire, eh? I'm thinkin' that's your new nickname."
Page thought a moment, "Solitaire... I like it!"
Jack smiled, "Good. Now let's sell these papes!"
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A/N: Otay! Another chappie done, and another to come!! (I rhyme!!) Anyway! This would've came out sooner, but my computer deleted the beginning that I already had written and I was very mad! Cause I really liked the first beginning! And we all know, you can never phrase it as well as the first time!! But anyway, I'm over it now! And now that Unattached is over ::tear:: I have more time to update this fic!! Yay! Anyway, I'm babbling now! I think I'll put some of my characters in charge of shout outs today...
SHOUT OUTS!!
Spot: I don't believe she let us do these all on out own!!
Race: I know!!! We could have a lot of fun with this!! ::grins evilly::
You should at least wait till I leave the room before you talk about "having fun with this."
Boys: ::whistle innocently::
Right. ::leaves::
Race: I don't believe she's letting us do this still!
Page: She's not. She sent me in here to do shout outs.
Boys: Dangit!!
Page: You guys can still have fun though. I'll just happen to look the other way while you do it.
Boys: ::cheer::
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Silver Petra:
Page: Thanks for reviewing!! I was surprised that Spot could read too!
Spot: Hey!!
Page: Well I was!!
Race: Me too...
Spot: Why I otta...
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anUNDERCOVERnewsie:
Page: I'm assuming Lynette will understand all that, and laugh. But me, Race, and Spot. The normal people in the room, have no idea what you're talking about! But thanks for reviewing!!
Spot: Army? Take over Walmarts?! God... I thought you said you wouldn't let Lynette and Sami meet!?
Race: ::whispers:: I think he memorized what he was reading too.
Spot: Pleas God! Do this not for me! But for the sake of humanity!
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Sapphy:
Page: Thanks for reviewing!! You have to be the only person in the world that thought Spot can read...
Spot: I CAN READ!!
Race: And I'm a six foot Russian.
Spot: You are?!
Race: ::smacks Spot for stupidity, starting a fight::
Page: Anywho! Yeah, we live in Arizona too!! Are you wishing for snow also?!
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Hearts:
Page: Thanks for reviewing! I am ten years old!!
Race: Youngin!
Spot: Don't pick on the kid!!
Page: Don't call me kid!!
Spot: I was defending you!
Page: Ohh..
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Page: Okay... That's all the shoutouts! Our work is done here!
Spot: No it's not.
Page: It's not?
Race: Nope, now we gotta beg the readers to review!
Page: Ohh... Hey readers! Please review!!
Race: You can't ask 'em to! We gotta!
Page: Why?
Spot: Cause we're hunks and the readers love us!
Page: ::stifles laughter::
Boys: Please review!! It is greatly appreciated!! ::gives sexy smiles::
Page: And to anyone who reads but doesn't review... You should try it!! ^_^ It makes Lynette type faster! ::winks::
December 1898. Manhattan Lodging House. New York.
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"I told ya! I told ya all!" Race yelled next to Page's bunk, "We should've nevah let dat goil stay in da lodgin' house! Look! Look! Now der's two of 'em! Der multiplyin'!"
"Calm down Race!" Jack yelled, walking sleepily over to the bunk where Race stood, "Now. What cho talkin' bout?"
"Der multiplyin'!! Look! Here's anothah one!" Race repeated, pointing at the still sleeping Page.
"Spot!" Jack yelled, and waited for Spot to join the two at the bunk. As soon as Spot did, he continued, "Spot, dis lodgin' house don't allow goils. I know I said the other one could stay, but now you'se takin' advantage of our hospitality."
"She didn't even stay heah, Jack. So just calm down a minute and stop accusing peoples. Thorn dropped her off dis mornin. I'm supposed ta show 'er da ropes."
"See Race," Jack said, patting the small Italian on the back, "No need ta worry. No goils are takin' over da lodgin' house."
"I still don't like it," Race said, crossing his arms and chewing on his cigar, "Don't like it one bit!"
Spot rolled his eyes, and turned his attention to waking Page. "Should've nevah let ya go back ta bed dis mornin'. I knew you wasn't gonna get up," he mumbled under his breath.
"Five more minutes," Page said, hiding her head under her pillow.
"Fine, but only five!" Spot yelled walking to the other side of the room to check on his mystery girl. "How you feeling?"
"Better," she said, a little louder than a whisper.
"Think ya can sell today?" Sydney nodded and tried to get out of bed. Spot held out his arm, to offer support and she gratefully took it.
"I think I'll be alright," she said letting go of his arm and walking unsteadily to the washroom. A few feet from the doorway she fell to the ground and started furiously crawling to a stall. Inside you could hear Sydney regurgitating what little food she had eaten during her stay at the lodging house.
"I think she needs some more rest," Jack voiced to Spot after listening to Sydney vomit once more. Spot nodded in agreement, "If ya want, Spot. I can show da other goil da ropes and you can stay heah with Miss Sickly."
"Danks Jack. I'll wake 'er up right now."
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December 1898. Manhattan Distribution Office. New York.
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Jack stood in the front of the line with Page. "So you got a nickname yet, kid?" he asked trying to break the ice.
"No," she said, looking at all the other boys in line. "Are there any other girl newsies?" she asked, feeling out of place.
"Shoa, but not many. And barely any 'round heah. Da only lodgin' houses dat allow goils is in Queens and Brooklyn. And even dere goil newsies are slim."
"Why?"
"Cause dis is a man's job," Race said, puffing out his chest. "Why don't you go sew in a factory or sumthin'?"
"Race..." Jack warned.
"It's okay Jack. I don't take offense," Page reassured. Then turning to Race, "But if this is a man's job, why are you here?"
Jack stifled a laugh and Race scowled, "I just don't think goils are cut out ta be newsies."
"Shoa," Page said, trying to mimic his New York accent, before turning to buy her papes.
"And you wonder why you have no goil," Jack said with a laugh, before following Page and buying papes himself.
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December 1898. Streets of Manhattan. New York.
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"Alright," Jack said as they finally found a decent selling spot in a park, "It's a little harder den it looks, but sellin' papes isn't dat hard if you got a good teacher. And you got me so you're..."
"Screwed?" Page said with a smirk.
Jack rolled his eyes, "With you're talent; yes. Anyway, all ya do is find a good article. Like... dis," he said pointing to a article that read 'small factory fire injures 3 workers.' "Den you'se gotta use your brain and improve it." Jack stood up straight holding a paper in his hand and yelled out, "Huge fire destroys three neighboring factories! Hundreds dead and many more injured!"
Page laughed as about a dozen people stopped their monotonous lives and bought a paper. After thanking each and every customer with his award winning smile, Jack turned back to Page, "Got it?"
"Yeah. Look in the paper for a good article. Think for a moment. Then yell out a random headline that has nothing to do with the article you found and con people for money," Page said with a laugh.
"You'se a natural! Now, it's your turn."
Page nodded and looked in her paper for a good headline. After finding nothing, she tried to think of other stories she had heard newsies yell out when she lived in the apartment with Mark. Before he spent all their money on booze; before he lost his job. "Mayor caught in bed with his wife's sister!!" she finally yelled out. Quite happy with herself, she waited for the people to come and buy from here. Maybe she would sell more then Jack on her first day.
After noticing no one was coming to buy a pape, she looked at Jack in bafflement. He gave a good natured laugh, "Dat ain't da way reporters would phrase a headline. And.. Da mayor's wife ain't got a sistah."
"Oh," Page said, feeling incredibly stupid.
Jack smile, "Don't worry kid. You'll get bettah, I know ya will."
"I don't know. Maybe I should just go work in a factory," Page said with a sigh.
"Don't listen ta Race. He don't know nothin'. Just a stupid, short, gambler," Jack said with a smirk.
"Gambler? As in cards?" Page said with enthusiasm.
"Yea, as in cards. You play pokah?"
"No, never had anyone to play with. But I love solitaire!"
Jack paused a moment, "Solitaire, eh? I'm thinkin' that's your new nickname."
Page thought a moment, "Solitaire... I like it!"
Jack smiled, "Good. Now let's sell these papes!"
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A/N: Otay! Another chappie done, and another to come!! (I rhyme!!) Anyway! This would've came out sooner, but my computer deleted the beginning that I already had written and I was very mad! Cause I really liked the first beginning! And we all know, you can never phrase it as well as the first time!! But anyway, I'm over it now! And now that Unattached is over ::tear:: I have more time to update this fic!! Yay! Anyway, I'm babbling now! I think I'll put some of my characters in charge of shout outs today...
SHOUT OUTS!!
Spot: I don't believe she let us do these all on out own!!
Race: I know!!! We could have a lot of fun with this!! ::grins evilly::
You should at least wait till I leave the room before you talk about "having fun with this."
Boys: ::whistle innocently::
Right. ::leaves::
Race: I don't believe she's letting us do this still!
Page: She's not. She sent me in here to do shout outs.
Boys: Dangit!!
Page: You guys can still have fun though. I'll just happen to look the other way while you do it.
Boys: ::cheer::
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Silver Petra:
Page: Thanks for reviewing!! I was surprised that Spot could read too!
Spot: Hey!!
Page: Well I was!!
Race: Me too...
Spot: Why I otta...
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anUNDERCOVERnewsie:
Page: I'm assuming Lynette will understand all that, and laugh. But me, Race, and Spot. The normal people in the room, have no idea what you're talking about! But thanks for reviewing!!
Spot: Army? Take over Walmarts?! God... I thought you said you wouldn't let Lynette and Sami meet!?
Race: ::whispers:: I think he memorized what he was reading too.
Spot: Pleas God! Do this not for me! But for the sake of humanity!
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Sapphy:
Page: Thanks for reviewing!! You have to be the only person in the world that thought Spot can read...
Spot: I CAN READ!!
Race: And I'm a six foot Russian.
Spot: You are?!
Race: ::smacks Spot for stupidity, starting a fight::
Page: Anywho! Yeah, we live in Arizona too!! Are you wishing for snow also?!
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Hearts:
Page: Thanks for reviewing! I am ten years old!!
Race: Youngin!
Spot: Don't pick on the kid!!
Page: Don't call me kid!!
Spot: I was defending you!
Page: Ohh..
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Page: Okay... That's all the shoutouts! Our work is done here!
Spot: No it's not.
Page: It's not?
Race: Nope, now we gotta beg the readers to review!
Page: Ohh... Hey readers! Please review!!
Race: You can't ask 'em to! We gotta!
Page: Why?
Spot: Cause we're hunks and the readers love us!
Page: ::stifles laughter::
Boys: Please review!! It is greatly appreciated!! ::gives sexy smiles::
Page: And to anyone who reads but doesn't review... You should try it!! ^_^ It makes Lynette type faster! ::winks::