THE GIRLS WAY or THE HARD WAY
By. Freckles McLean: Freckles0002htmail.com
Disclaimer: They're not mine I swear! If you see a name and don't recognize it from the movie then it came out of my little head.
Author's Note: To all of you who have been wonderfully patient with me I give you a big thumbs up and a thank you.
Well this is it. The story has been through the gutter and back but it is now rewritten and ready to go. This story takes place after the strike and if you've read this story before you may recognize some of the plot line and most of the characters (some were just to good to waste)
And with all of that said - welcome! Please send me a review to let me know what you think (you're not going to make me beg, are you??) and enjoy!
Brief Description: Girl newsies vs. boy newsies and all the fun that entails.
Rating: R for violence and language. Mild Nudity (yeah, you wish!) and all of the Action/Adventure, Drama that you can handle - and perhaps a touch of Comedy and Romance if you ask nicely.
So in the words of Monty Python- and now for something completely different
The Girls Way or The HARD WAY
It was the time a day when the world would lay on the brink between blissful sleep and the hum of awakening. Not even the birds were up to disturb the world with their song, as if they to had decided to dream a few minutes longer. It was early, just before dawn. It was on this dawn that five pairs of feet dared to disturb the morning's peace. As they past they received dirty looks from stray cats and street rats that had been disturbed back into the reality of day by the small gang. The five walked as one through the morning mist whispering around their legs as they made their way toward the water. The paused at a street corner and the leader even though the street was completely deserted looked both ways before leading her companions across. She walked tall and strong and many people, including those who walked beside her at this moment, would describe her as fearless.
On the inside, where she was normally cold and solid, she was shaking. She was Freckles McLean. Leader of the Staten Island girl newsies and she was scared.
Freckles could feel her five officers with her. They were strong, hardcore, and even though they each had their own specialty, it was of little comfort to Freckles. The four with her were the most skilled and competent at what they did and together they ran a smooth operation, which was the only one of it's kind in New York. She mentally went over their number status and rank in her head hoping for it's usual ability to calm her.
Officer rank Five was Miriam Johnson a.k.a. "Rabbit". She was the motherly type, she made sure no one was starving and all were well clothed. Everyone needs a figure of authority that they can get some compassion from and Rabbit was the shoulder to cry on. Freckles couldn't stand whinny little girls, newsie or not, and Miriam kept them out of her face.
Officer rank Four is Brittany MacKarter A.k.a. "Giggles". She's the youngest Officer and took charge of the business side to being newsie. When they receive a new girl, Giggles showed them where to, and more importantly where not to go. She taught them how to lie or "improve" headlines and collected the their house contribution. Staten Island didn't consider providing housing for female newsie a priority so a beat down old storage building was where Freckles called home. The pipes would freeze in the winter and the smell of rotting old wood would consume the house in the summer, but it kept most of the rain out and blocked the wind so it was good enough for the Staten Island girls.
Officer rank Three was Briane McKinley, A.k.a. "Captain". She was in charge of defense. If Rabbit were the good cop Captain would be the bad cop. Captain was the hard type, the kind to kick you when you're down. Her methods worked on the strong and the weak learned how to stay out of her way or run really fast. Two important skills for a girl newsie. Captain was good at weeding out the weak and mediocre and finding the best, the girls who would get right back up after falling, would thrive at being screamed and pushed at for hours to run faster, punch harder and block quicker. Freckles, like any good leader, needed her informants and those who survived Captains training became Runners. They were called runners because they would sneak in, get their info, and run like hell.
Officer rank Two was Alison Monroe A.k.a. "Woodchuck." She is Freckles's Lieutenant and most trusted advisor. If Freckles would ever dare to call someone a friend, Chucks, as she affectionately called her, would be it. No one had a head for politics or strategy like Chucks. She could outline the underlying factor in any attack on the gang. The only reason the Staten Island girls had survived and prospered in a man's profession was because of Chuck's planning. The girls could be violent but never senselessly, as newsie boys were prone to be.
With Chuck's as her brain, Giggles, her instinct, Captain, her fist, and Rabbit, her heart Freckles had not only broken in to the Newsie world she had been profiting off it. Even though she would never admit it, without her officers she would not exist. Which is why she needed them now more than ever.
They couldn't stay in South Beach any more. The risks had finally grown to high, to the gang and to Freckles sanity. She could not wake up one more morning knowing that she would find one of her girls dead, floating in the bay.
It was the concern for the girls and their own health of mind that lured these officers to take the steps of their current journey. For why else, would girl newsies, the target of hate for every newsie in New York, be heading to the one borough that brought most men to their knees. Why else, would Freckles McLean have business with the beast of Brooklyn himself.
By. Freckles McLean: Freckles0002htmail.com
Disclaimer: They're not mine I swear! If you see a name and don't recognize it from the movie then it came out of my little head.
Author's Note: To all of you who have been wonderfully patient with me I give you a big thumbs up and a thank you.
Well this is it. The story has been through the gutter and back but it is now rewritten and ready to go. This story takes place after the strike and if you've read this story before you may recognize some of the plot line and most of the characters (some were just to good to waste)
And with all of that said - welcome! Please send me a review to let me know what you think (you're not going to make me beg, are you??) and enjoy!
Brief Description: Girl newsies vs. boy newsies and all the fun that entails.
Rating: R for violence and language. Mild Nudity (yeah, you wish!) and all of the Action/Adventure, Drama that you can handle - and perhaps a touch of Comedy and Romance if you ask nicely.
So in the words of Monty Python- and now for something completely different
The Girls Way or The HARD WAY
It was the time a day when the world would lay on the brink between blissful sleep and the hum of awakening. Not even the birds were up to disturb the world with their song, as if they to had decided to dream a few minutes longer. It was early, just before dawn. It was on this dawn that five pairs of feet dared to disturb the morning's peace. As they past they received dirty looks from stray cats and street rats that had been disturbed back into the reality of day by the small gang. The five walked as one through the morning mist whispering around their legs as they made their way toward the water. The paused at a street corner and the leader even though the street was completely deserted looked both ways before leading her companions across. She walked tall and strong and many people, including those who walked beside her at this moment, would describe her as fearless.
On the inside, where she was normally cold and solid, she was shaking. She was Freckles McLean. Leader of the Staten Island girl newsies and she was scared.
Freckles could feel her five officers with her. They were strong, hardcore, and even though they each had their own specialty, it was of little comfort to Freckles. The four with her were the most skilled and competent at what they did and together they ran a smooth operation, which was the only one of it's kind in New York. She mentally went over their number status and rank in her head hoping for it's usual ability to calm her.
Officer rank Five was Miriam Johnson a.k.a. "Rabbit". She was the motherly type, she made sure no one was starving and all were well clothed. Everyone needs a figure of authority that they can get some compassion from and Rabbit was the shoulder to cry on. Freckles couldn't stand whinny little girls, newsie or not, and Miriam kept them out of her face.
Officer rank Four is Brittany MacKarter A.k.a. "Giggles". She's the youngest Officer and took charge of the business side to being newsie. When they receive a new girl, Giggles showed them where to, and more importantly where not to go. She taught them how to lie or "improve" headlines and collected the their house contribution. Staten Island didn't consider providing housing for female newsie a priority so a beat down old storage building was where Freckles called home. The pipes would freeze in the winter and the smell of rotting old wood would consume the house in the summer, but it kept most of the rain out and blocked the wind so it was good enough for the Staten Island girls.
Officer rank Three was Briane McKinley, A.k.a. "Captain". She was in charge of defense. If Rabbit were the good cop Captain would be the bad cop. Captain was the hard type, the kind to kick you when you're down. Her methods worked on the strong and the weak learned how to stay out of her way or run really fast. Two important skills for a girl newsie. Captain was good at weeding out the weak and mediocre and finding the best, the girls who would get right back up after falling, would thrive at being screamed and pushed at for hours to run faster, punch harder and block quicker. Freckles, like any good leader, needed her informants and those who survived Captains training became Runners. They were called runners because they would sneak in, get their info, and run like hell.
Officer rank Two was Alison Monroe A.k.a. "Woodchuck." She is Freckles's Lieutenant and most trusted advisor. If Freckles would ever dare to call someone a friend, Chucks, as she affectionately called her, would be it. No one had a head for politics or strategy like Chucks. She could outline the underlying factor in any attack on the gang. The only reason the Staten Island girls had survived and prospered in a man's profession was because of Chuck's planning. The girls could be violent but never senselessly, as newsie boys were prone to be.
With Chuck's as her brain, Giggles, her instinct, Captain, her fist, and Rabbit, her heart Freckles had not only broken in to the Newsie world she had been profiting off it. Even though she would never admit it, without her officers she would not exist. Which is why she needed them now more than ever.
They couldn't stay in South Beach any more. The risks had finally grown to high, to the gang and to Freckles sanity. She could not wake up one more morning knowing that she would find one of her girls dead, floating in the bay.
It was the concern for the girls and their own health of mind that lured these officers to take the steps of their current journey. For why else, would girl newsies, the target of hate for every newsie in New York, be heading to the one borough that brought most men to their knees. Why else, would Freckles McLean have business with the beast of Brooklyn himself.