Disclaimer: I do not own newsies (Disney does), or the characters in
newsies. I do own MY charactors, and this plot...blahblah you know the
drill
a/n: right...so this ones a little longer than the first two....emphasis
on little...anywho....yeah..no shout outs because I did two at the same
time...so yeah...ACTION.....
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Lacy winced as she pinched herself. She was barely able to stay
awake. The long hours
and monotonous work, (not to mention the low constant hum of the
machinery) had
almost put her to sleep once again. She had only a quarter of an hour
left until her shift
was over.
It seemed like an eternity but finally her day at work was over. It
was closing in on midnight, she could tell. But it was alright.
Tomorrow was Sunday and she didn't have to work.
Lacy found her sister, Leah, who as usual, had just finished her work
on the other side of the building.
Without saying a word to each other they began their long walk home,
to their small apartment.
This night was not unlike any other before it. The girls hardly ever
talked to each other and when they did they more often then not ended
up in a heated argument. It didn't really matter what they were
talking about, it seemed they just saw so differently on everything.
It had been this way since they had left their home. Their childhood
home that is.
Their mother had died a few years earlier and their father had soothed
his grief with drink. Lacy and Leah had left the house only a month
ago after numerous and violent encounters with their father when he
returned to home late at night. At first they stuck together, but as
the past month went on they grew farther and farther apart.
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Lacy awoke the next morning to find that her head ached terribly. She
discounted it partly to the fumes of the factory and partly to the
fact that it was anything but unusual for her to wake up with
something aching.
She decided to go outside where she normally sat to watch the people
that walked by. She made herself comfortably on a barrel that was
laid next to some boxes and took out her pad.
Before she had even begun to draw she felt her headache lift. The
perfect remedy to any ailment, she thought, was sketching.
Today Lacy was in the mood to sketch people. She had recently busied
herself with the art of buildings but felt it was time for a change.
Lacy started of with a lady who was seated nearby, but before long the
lady moved and Lacy had to start over. Damn.
She looked around to find the perfect person when a loud voice caught
her attention.
"Of course," she said out loud, while she thought the next bit. Those
newsies won't be moving for hours.
There were two of them, on a soapbox. Lacy decided to ignore the
louder of the two, the one with the eye-patch and to sketch the taller
one.
She had barely started when, of course he moved. She sighed and got
up to get a better look in a new spot. She finally settled next to a
sack of who-knew-what. When she actually got a good look at him, Lacy
could hardly refrain from laughing out loud. He had a rather comical
look about him. His many layers of clothing started with a pinkish
one, which was covered by a normal looking outer layer. His hair was
unkept, that is, compared to the other newsie who stood beside him.
His face carried an odd expression. Either he was really annoyed to
be where he was, or he was in a complete daze and had no idea what was
going on.
She got right to work. His face seemed easy to draw. His features
were easy for Lacy to remember, so she didn't have to look up very
much.
While she was looking down to complete the nose, something moved to
block her light. She looked up to see what it was and came face to
face with the two newsies.
She stood up abruptly and suddenly, she didn't know why, felt very
embarrassed. She tried to hide her sketch behind her back but they
had already seen it.
"Hey, watcha got there?" asked the one with the patch.
"Yeah, we saw youse writin on it all day and-"
"All day?" Lacy interrupted. She had hardly even noticed but already
the sun was getting low in the sky.
"Yeah, so what is it?" continued the taller brooding one.
"Uh...," Lacy searched for an excuse to keep her work to herself. "I
just met you, I can't show you this."
"Right so I'm Blink and this is Skittery," said the one with the
patch. "Now can we see it?"
"Fine." Lacy knew it was pointless to argue with these newsies about
it. She relectantly held out her sketches.
"Hey, that's me."
"Haha you look like someone impoahtant or somethin'." Blink seemed to
be enjoying it at least.
Lacy was anxious to get home.
"Ok, you saw it," she grabbed the pad back and started back towards
her house.
"Wait! What's ya name?!" Yelled Skittery from across the street.
She said the first thing that came to her mind and nothing more.
"Oh, just call me the nameless wonder!" Lacy said as she finally made
it inside her house.
She found her sister sitting on her bed.
"Where were you this morning, Leah?" started Lacy.
"Where were you all day?" Countered Leah.
"Out. And I asked you first." Replied Lacy.
"Well if you must know I was out for breakfast with Swifty."
Lacy sighed. Another one of Leah's boys. She never seemed to run out
of new ones.
"Can you be a little more specific than 'out' please?" Leah asked.
Lacy was beginning to get very annoyed by Leah's nosey questions, so
Lacy answered in one word, "No."
It was at this moment that Leah noticed the pad that Lacy had left by the front door.
Lacy winced. She had forgotten to hide the pad.
"LACY! This thing again! Do you know how expensive these paper and pencils are! I can manage off of my own salary from the factory but as you're my sister I can't just let you waste your last bits of money on this! You need other things like food and clothes that actually fit ya!"
"It is not a waste and there isn't anythin' in the world that I need more!"
Lacy stormed out of the room but not before grabbing her pad and giving her sister a stern shove. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *sigh * I fear that last bit was a tad angsty....ah well..sometimes life is....so remember....R&R does not stand for rest and relaxation!!!!
newsies. I do own MY charactors, and this plot...blahblah you know the
drill
a/n: right...so this ones a little longer than the first two....emphasis
on little...anywho....yeah..no shout outs because I did two at the same
time...so yeah...ACTION.....
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
*~*~
Lacy winced as she pinched herself. She was barely able to stay
awake. The long hours
and monotonous work, (not to mention the low constant hum of the
machinery) had
almost put her to sleep once again. She had only a quarter of an hour
left until her shift
was over.
It seemed like an eternity but finally her day at work was over. It
was closing in on midnight, she could tell. But it was alright.
Tomorrow was Sunday and she didn't have to work.
Lacy found her sister, Leah, who as usual, had just finished her work
on the other side of the building.
Without saying a word to each other they began their long walk home,
to their small apartment.
This night was not unlike any other before it. The girls hardly ever
talked to each other and when they did they more often then not ended
up in a heated argument. It didn't really matter what they were
talking about, it seemed they just saw so differently on everything.
It had been this way since they had left their home. Their childhood
home that is.
Their mother had died a few years earlier and their father had soothed
his grief with drink. Lacy and Leah had left the house only a month
ago after numerous and violent encounters with their father when he
returned to home late at night. At first they stuck together, but as
the past month went on they grew farther and farther apart.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
*~*~*~
Lacy awoke the next morning to find that her head ached terribly. She
discounted it partly to the fumes of the factory and partly to the
fact that it was anything but unusual for her to wake up with
something aching.
She decided to go outside where she normally sat to watch the people
that walked by. She made herself comfortably on a barrel that was
laid next to some boxes and took out her pad.
Before she had even begun to draw she felt her headache lift. The
perfect remedy to any ailment, she thought, was sketching.
Today Lacy was in the mood to sketch people. She had recently busied
herself with the art of buildings but felt it was time for a change.
Lacy started of with a lady who was seated nearby, but before long the
lady moved and Lacy had to start over. Damn.
She looked around to find the perfect person when a loud voice caught
her attention.
"Of course," she said out loud, while she thought the next bit. Those
newsies won't be moving for hours.
There were two of them, on a soapbox. Lacy decided to ignore the
louder of the two, the one with the eye-patch and to sketch the taller
one.
She had barely started when, of course he moved. She sighed and got
up to get a better look in a new spot. She finally settled next to a
sack of who-knew-what. When she actually got a good look at him, Lacy
could hardly refrain from laughing out loud. He had a rather comical
look about him. His many layers of clothing started with a pinkish
one, which was covered by a normal looking outer layer. His hair was
unkept, that is, compared to the other newsie who stood beside him.
His face carried an odd expression. Either he was really annoyed to
be where he was, or he was in a complete daze and had no idea what was
going on.
She got right to work. His face seemed easy to draw. His features
were easy for Lacy to remember, so she didn't have to look up very
much.
While she was looking down to complete the nose, something moved to
block her light. She looked up to see what it was and came face to
face with the two newsies.
She stood up abruptly and suddenly, she didn't know why, felt very
embarrassed. She tried to hide her sketch behind her back but they
had already seen it.
"Hey, watcha got there?" asked the one with the patch.
"Yeah, we saw youse writin on it all day and-"
"All day?" Lacy interrupted. She had hardly even noticed but already
the sun was getting low in the sky.
"Yeah, so what is it?" continued the taller brooding one.
"Uh...," Lacy searched for an excuse to keep her work to herself. "I
just met you, I can't show you this."
"Right so I'm Blink and this is Skittery," said the one with the
patch. "Now can we see it?"
"Fine." Lacy knew it was pointless to argue with these newsies about
it. She relectantly held out her sketches.
"Hey, that's me."
"Haha you look like someone impoahtant or somethin'." Blink seemed to
be enjoying it at least.
Lacy was anxious to get home.
"Ok, you saw it," she grabbed the pad back and started back towards
her house.
"Wait! What's ya name?!" Yelled Skittery from across the street.
She said the first thing that came to her mind and nothing more.
"Oh, just call me the nameless wonder!" Lacy said as she finally made
it inside her house.
She found her sister sitting on her bed.
"Where were you this morning, Leah?" started Lacy.
"Where were you all day?" Countered Leah.
"Out. And I asked you first." Replied Lacy.
"Well if you must know I was out for breakfast with Swifty."
Lacy sighed. Another one of Leah's boys. She never seemed to run out
of new ones.
"Can you be a little more specific than 'out' please?" Leah asked.
Lacy was beginning to get very annoyed by Leah's nosey questions, so
Lacy answered in one word, "No."
It was at this moment that Leah noticed the pad that Lacy had left by the front door.
Lacy winced. She had forgotten to hide the pad.
"LACY! This thing again! Do you know how expensive these paper and pencils are! I can manage off of my own salary from the factory but as you're my sister I can't just let you waste your last bits of money on this! You need other things like food and clothes that actually fit ya!"
"It is not a waste and there isn't anythin' in the world that I need more!"
Lacy stormed out of the room but not before grabbing her pad and giving her sister a stern shove. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *sigh * I fear that last bit was a tad angsty....ah well..sometimes life is....so remember....R&R does not stand for rest and relaxation!!!!