Randy awoke to the sound of scuffling shoes and mutters of, "I can't
take this any longer. The silence is killin' me." Randy opened her eyes
groggily and soon her eyes adjusted to the light. She looked around
discreetly, her body to stiff to be moved like she knew it would be if
anyone knew she was awake. Her whole body was sore and seared with pain at
every move she made.
Looking around the room she saw about 20 boys all hanging around in small bunks. They were strewn out everywhere. Randy gasped inside her as she looked to the right to find a boy sitting quite near to her with a cigar in his mouth and a non-chalant expression on his face. Randy was tired, and although she wanted to meet all of the boys and to now where the heck she was, her mind decided to cease the pain temporarily and drift her off to sleep.
*********5 hours later***********
Randy awoke again with a start. This time the room was empty and she had a feeling she needed to stand up and move around. She had been laying in this...bunk, she realized, for far too long. She pulled herself up and slowly out of the bed. She gasped in horror as she saw that where she had been sleeping, there were deep blood stains all around. But then Randy remembered that night, that awful night. She guessed that somehow she had been brought here and was being nursed back to health. She would have to thank whoever had saved her dearly. She also decided to wash the poor boy whose bed sheets she had mortified. She pulled up straining and yanked off the bed sheets. Then she made her way down the stairs to find a washing machine and some bleach.
When she was down there she was met by a kindly old man. "Who are you?" she asked, taken aback. The old man smiled. "My name is Mr.Klopperman and I own this establishment. But you can just call me Kloppy."
Randy blinked, dumbfounded, but then came to her senses. "Very nice to meet you Kloppy, me name's Randy." She said, extending a hand.
The old man took her hand and smiled warmly. "Nice to meet you, Randy. I suppose you wouldn't mind staying here for some time?"
Randy was surprised at such a generous offer. She was about to let her pride overtake her and say no, but then the pain of her wounds reminded her of what she didn't want to happen again. And she knew it would if she stayed out living on the streets. "I would very much appreciate that." said Randy, a gracious smile on her face.
"Well then, let me show you to the bunk you will be sleeping in." said Klopperman.
They walked upstairs to the room of bunks, where Klopperman led her over to a bunk in about the middle of the room. "This will be your bunk." He said smiling. "It's right over Mush's." Randy gave him a quick smile and swung her things up onto the bunk. "I'll leave you to your things now. The boys should be home for dinner soon so you can meet them all."
The smile that had been on Randy's face as she inspected the small yet sturdy bunk faded quickly. She was going to meet the boys in a matter of hours. Maybe even minutes. Its not that she was nervous, she NEVER got nervous, it's just that she didn't know how the other boys would feel about her. If she was going to live here she would have to be able to fit in with the boys.
Randy got her things situated and was just making everything perfect when far too soon; she heard a great bustling from downstairs. She heard many boys' voices shouting gleefully and then one loud whisper saying, "Spot, will you shut up. Didn't I tell yous we gots a hoit goil upstairs?"
"Oh, yeah. Is foirgot." said a boyish voice from downstairs. Randy didn't realize it, or she chose to ignore it, but her pulse quickened when she heard that voice.
She headed downstairs quietly, listening to the conversation of the boys in the kitchen.
"So, what happened to this goil?" said the voice Randy recognized as the one they called Spot.
"We don't know. All we knows is dat we found her all bloody and an inch near death outside our lodgin' house." said the voice that had shushed Spot.
Randy shuddered a little at finding out what had happened but went back to the voices.
"Yous think dat goil would give me some, yous know..." said Spot
"Not a chance sleaze bag."
All eyes turned towards Randy, who was standing at the entrance to the kitchen glaring at Spot. The boy who had explained about her near death experience however, stepped forward.
"When did yous get outa bed?" he asked with a concerned look he was trying to hide.
"I've been up for a whoile. Gettin' situated in me bunk. Oh yeah, and I cleaned the bed sheets of da one who let me use der' bunk."
At that comment Race gave a small smile. Then, Klopperman stepped forward. "Hello boys, I think its time we started dinner. I see you've all met Randy. Although it is a bit hard to see her, isn't it. The light in that hallway isn't very good. Why don't you come into the kitchen for some light, Randy?"
As Randy stepped into the light all of the boys, especially Spot, couldn't help but gasp. Despite the cuts on her face, Randy was a thing of beauty. Her honey blond hair with chocolate highlights in it shone as it dangled in the area of between her shoulder blades. Her soft baby blue eyes sparkled off of the light in the room. Her rosy cheeks went in perfect contrast with her full lips.
Randy turned back to Spot. "And who's might you be, dunce?"
Spot smirked. "The names Spot, Spot Conlon. But yous can just call me da king."
Randy put on an angelic smile. "Oh, I know. Da king of morons, right?"
Spot frowned inwardly. This was not going the way he had expected. "No. Da king o' Brooklyn."
Randy put her hand to her heart, mockingly. "That's a shocker. Really." She said un-sarcastically. "Whad' they do, pick out of a hat?"
Spot then became angry, and decided to put Randy in her place. He threw a punch quickly at her, but the punch was caught strongly by Randy and with a great heave she flipped him over her shoulder where he landed on the floor with an "Oomph!" and a bewildered expression.
Randy smiled sweetly and made her way towards the table. Spot picked himself up and decided dumbly that though this was a tough case, he knew he would get Randy in bed with him in the end. He decided to cruise the merchandise. He scanned the soft neck and her slim shoulders, not noticing her coming closer and closer to him. He looked longingly at the breasts then moved down to her curvy, slim waist. Just as he was about to go past the waist his stomach was penetrated and he was thrown backwards by a strong blow. He looked up and saw Randy staring at him with disgust.
"You keep your eyes on my face freak, or I'll put yous' in da hospital."
Spot nodded blankly, and then mumbled something about getting back to Brooklyn and that he would see them tomorrow. Then, without another word, he left. Randy smiled innocently and then sat down at the table with the newsies gazing at her in amazement. As they ate the boys and randy got to
know each other a little bit.
"So, where yous' from" asked Jack. After she had had been introduced to: Mush, Race, Skittery, Blinky, Jack Kelly, Crutchy, Specs, Dutchy, and Stitches.
"Ise from here." she said scowling. "And that's the last time any o' yous better bring it up."
"You play poker?" said Race, trying to change the subject. Thankfully, it worked.
"Yeah, I do. And I know I could beat any o' yous, so don't think I can't."
The boys smirked, yet at the same time, didn't doubt her.
"Looks, I'm tired. I think I'm gunna go to bed know."
Klopperman nodded and spoke to the other boys. "I think it's about time you
boys got to bed, too. You need to be rested for an early day of selling
tomorrow."
With a little grumbling the boys followed Randy upstairs. When they got up there and Randy looked at all the small, yet inviting bunks, she realized just how tired she was. She swung herself up and ducked under the covers to carefully dress herself some boy's undergarments. She fell asleep listening to the whispers among the boys about the new goil, and how Spot was gunna wish he'd never been born if he tried to get her again. She fell asleep with a grin spread out on her face.
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Looking around the room she saw about 20 boys all hanging around in small bunks. They were strewn out everywhere. Randy gasped inside her as she looked to the right to find a boy sitting quite near to her with a cigar in his mouth and a non-chalant expression on his face. Randy was tired, and although she wanted to meet all of the boys and to now where the heck she was, her mind decided to cease the pain temporarily and drift her off to sleep.
*********5 hours later***********
Randy awoke again with a start. This time the room was empty and she had a feeling she needed to stand up and move around. She had been laying in this...bunk, she realized, for far too long. She pulled herself up and slowly out of the bed. She gasped in horror as she saw that where she had been sleeping, there were deep blood stains all around. But then Randy remembered that night, that awful night. She guessed that somehow she had been brought here and was being nursed back to health. She would have to thank whoever had saved her dearly. She also decided to wash the poor boy whose bed sheets she had mortified. She pulled up straining and yanked off the bed sheets. Then she made her way down the stairs to find a washing machine and some bleach.
When she was down there she was met by a kindly old man. "Who are you?" she asked, taken aback. The old man smiled. "My name is Mr.Klopperman and I own this establishment. But you can just call me Kloppy."
Randy blinked, dumbfounded, but then came to her senses. "Very nice to meet you Kloppy, me name's Randy." She said, extending a hand.
The old man took her hand and smiled warmly. "Nice to meet you, Randy. I suppose you wouldn't mind staying here for some time?"
Randy was surprised at such a generous offer. She was about to let her pride overtake her and say no, but then the pain of her wounds reminded her of what she didn't want to happen again. And she knew it would if she stayed out living on the streets. "I would very much appreciate that." said Randy, a gracious smile on her face.
"Well then, let me show you to the bunk you will be sleeping in." said Klopperman.
They walked upstairs to the room of bunks, where Klopperman led her over to a bunk in about the middle of the room. "This will be your bunk." He said smiling. "It's right over Mush's." Randy gave him a quick smile and swung her things up onto the bunk. "I'll leave you to your things now. The boys should be home for dinner soon so you can meet them all."
The smile that had been on Randy's face as she inspected the small yet sturdy bunk faded quickly. She was going to meet the boys in a matter of hours. Maybe even minutes. Its not that she was nervous, she NEVER got nervous, it's just that she didn't know how the other boys would feel about her. If she was going to live here she would have to be able to fit in with the boys.
Randy got her things situated and was just making everything perfect when far too soon; she heard a great bustling from downstairs. She heard many boys' voices shouting gleefully and then one loud whisper saying, "Spot, will you shut up. Didn't I tell yous we gots a hoit goil upstairs?"
"Oh, yeah. Is foirgot." said a boyish voice from downstairs. Randy didn't realize it, or she chose to ignore it, but her pulse quickened when she heard that voice.
She headed downstairs quietly, listening to the conversation of the boys in the kitchen.
"So, what happened to this goil?" said the voice Randy recognized as the one they called Spot.
"We don't know. All we knows is dat we found her all bloody and an inch near death outside our lodgin' house." said the voice that had shushed Spot.
Randy shuddered a little at finding out what had happened but went back to the voices.
"Yous think dat goil would give me some, yous know..." said Spot
"Not a chance sleaze bag."
All eyes turned towards Randy, who was standing at the entrance to the kitchen glaring at Spot. The boy who had explained about her near death experience however, stepped forward.
"When did yous get outa bed?" he asked with a concerned look he was trying to hide.
"I've been up for a whoile. Gettin' situated in me bunk. Oh yeah, and I cleaned the bed sheets of da one who let me use der' bunk."
At that comment Race gave a small smile. Then, Klopperman stepped forward. "Hello boys, I think its time we started dinner. I see you've all met Randy. Although it is a bit hard to see her, isn't it. The light in that hallway isn't very good. Why don't you come into the kitchen for some light, Randy?"
As Randy stepped into the light all of the boys, especially Spot, couldn't help but gasp. Despite the cuts on her face, Randy was a thing of beauty. Her honey blond hair with chocolate highlights in it shone as it dangled in the area of between her shoulder blades. Her soft baby blue eyes sparkled off of the light in the room. Her rosy cheeks went in perfect contrast with her full lips.
Randy turned back to Spot. "And who's might you be, dunce?"
Spot smirked. "The names Spot, Spot Conlon. But yous can just call me da king."
Randy put on an angelic smile. "Oh, I know. Da king of morons, right?"
Spot frowned inwardly. This was not going the way he had expected. "No. Da king o' Brooklyn."
Randy put her hand to her heart, mockingly. "That's a shocker. Really." She said un-sarcastically. "Whad' they do, pick out of a hat?"
Spot then became angry, and decided to put Randy in her place. He threw a punch quickly at her, but the punch was caught strongly by Randy and with a great heave she flipped him over her shoulder where he landed on the floor with an "Oomph!" and a bewildered expression.
Randy smiled sweetly and made her way towards the table. Spot picked himself up and decided dumbly that though this was a tough case, he knew he would get Randy in bed with him in the end. He decided to cruise the merchandise. He scanned the soft neck and her slim shoulders, not noticing her coming closer and closer to him. He looked longingly at the breasts then moved down to her curvy, slim waist. Just as he was about to go past the waist his stomach was penetrated and he was thrown backwards by a strong blow. He looked up and saw Randy staring at him with disgust.
"You keep your eyes on my face freak, or I'll put yous' in da hospital."
Spot nodded blankly, and then mumbled something about getting back to Brooklyn and that he would see them tomorrow. Then, without another word, he left. Randy smiled innocently and then sat down at the table with the newsies gazing at her in amazement. As they ate the boys and randy got to
know each other a little bit.
"So, where yous' from" asked Jack. After she had had been introduced to: Mush, Race, Skittery, Blinky, Jack Kelly, Crutchy, Specs, Dutchy, and Stitches.
"Ise from here." she said scowling. "And that's the last time any o' yous better bring it up."
"You play poker?" said Race, trying to change the subject. Thankfully, it worked.
"Yeah, I do. And I know I could beat any o' yous, so don't think I can't."
The boys smirked, yet at the same time, didn't doubt her.
"Looks, I'm tired. I think I'm gunna go to bed know."
Klopperman nodded and spoke to the other boys. "I think it's about time you
boys got to bed, too. You need to be rested for an early day of selling
tomorrow."
With a little grumbling the boys followed Randy upstairs. When they got up there and Randy looked at all the small, yet inviting bunks, she realized just how tired she was. She swung herself up and ducked under the covers to carefully dress herself some boy's undergarments. She fell asleep listening to the whispers among the boys about the new goil, and how Spot was gunna wish he'd never been born if he tried to get her again. She fell asleep with a grin spread out on her face.
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