Randy awoke groggily, for she had slept fitfully due to her boiling
rage against Spot Conlon. She was hot and she felt dirty, so she decided
that since she was up before the boys, she would take a shower. She stepped
into the washroom and undressed quickly. Turning towards the mirror, she
gasped. Though her face barely had any cuts, her whole body was covered in
gashes, bruises, slashes, and other grotesque things that I care not to
explain. She had covered all these up with her boyish clothes, revealing
the only part that truly held her beauty, her face. The rest of her body,
in truth, wasn't all that lovely. She was a medium height, fairly skinny
with pretty small breasts. This didn't bother half as much as it would
other girls, but that was because for her, the less feminine, the better.
Her neck was a bit to thin for her head, but not much, and her eyes, she
felt, were too vibrant. They stuck out of her face like a flashing light.
She was far from perfect, but she wasn't worried.
She stepped into the hot shower, and though the water seared across her scars like burning fire, she endured the pain and used the intense feeling as a way to push away the thoughts that were returning to her as she was alone with her mind, horrible thoughts that would come to her when she wasn't building up the tough girl act and occupying her mind with ways to swing a punch more efficiently. After her shower, Randy heard some of the boys starting to rise. She hurriedly pulled on her baggy, but comfortable, clothes and stepped out into the bunk room shaking her hair.
Randy felt her face grow hot as she had not realized that many of the boys were changing. This did not bother her, as she didn't really care, but she wasn't a complete inhuman, or a homosexual, so seeing this many boys naked was quite jolting. But she quickly shielded her eyes and felt her way over to her bunk, where she swung herself up and tried to get her tangled mess of hair into a high ponytail. Her hair just would not cooperate, so she was forced to have it stay down and dry into tiny curled ringlets like it always did. How this looked, even though it looked quite nice, Randy didn't care. She just hated it when her wild hair would blow in her face and get in her way.
She made her way down with the rest of the boys and they swung out the door toward the Distribution center after a quick wave to Kloppman. Jack turned toward Randy, a smile spread across his boyish face.
"So, yous' sellin' wid' Spot again today?"
Randy snorted. "Dat' halfwit? I never want to see him again." she was quiet for a moment, then turned back towards Jack. "I'm sellin' wid David today." she said quietly, before walking swiftly ahead of them.
Jack started. His David? The guy who had thought spitting in a hand and shaking was disgusting? That guy was selling with one of New York's "most dangerous newsies". He though, laughing to himself. He could not wait to see how this turned out.
*********************************** Meanwhile, Randy had bought her papes at the distribution center, and was walking with David, who had met her at the center, just as they had planned. For you see, right before Randy had walked off toward her destitute selling day with Spot Conlon, David had asked her quickly if she wanted to sell with him tomorrow. She had almost immediately shaken her head, but then she remembered that this was one of the boys that had truly saved her life, and she didn't want to give him the impression that she hated him. She quickly nodded her head and she had seen the great big grin that had come across David's face. As she slowly started to follow the oblivious Spot, he had called out, just so she could hear, that he would meet her at the distribution center the next morning.
And that brings us to about where we are now I our story.~ David looked over quickly at Randy, her blond hair swinging at her back as she walked along side him. He smiled, he had heard that things had not gone to well for Spot when he and Randy sold together, and he was glad somebody finally taught that cretin a lesson. As they sold through the city streets quickly, they laughed and talked with each other about little facts about them.
"Ok, so if your favorite color isn't blue, red, yellow, green, purple, orange, goldenrod, and DEFINITELY not pink, then what is it?" laughed David.
Randy chuckled. "For your information, it's meadow light. It's a kind of silvery blue mist, it reminds me of all the beautiful things on the earth."
David laughed. "Well, I'm such a dope! How could I not get that one, and being such a common color!"
Randy punched his arm playfully, they had now sold all of their papers and were walking together towards nowhere in particular. "Oh, and yours was so easy? Mister *Sapphire Green*!" she retaliated, then they both doubled over in laughter.
After they had caught their breath, David got a burst of confidence and quickly asked, "Are you hungry?"
Randy smiled. "Yeah, I am. Why?"
David was stuck, there was no way he could stop now. "Well, then just follow me." Then he pulled her arm gently along through the streets, and to his utter delight, she followed without a hitch.
She stepped into the hot shower, and though the water seared across her scars like burning fire, she endured the pain and used the intense feeling as a way to push away the thoughts that were returning to her as she was alone with her mind, horrible thoughts that would come to her when she wasn't building up the tough girl act and occupying her mind with ways to swing a punch more efficiently. After her shower, Randy heard some of the boys starting to rise. She hurriedly pulled on her baggy, but comfortable, clothes and stepped out into the bunk room shaking her hair.
Randy felt her face grow hot as she had not realized that many of the boys were changing. This did not bother her, as she didn't really care, but she wasn't a complete inhuman, or a homosexual, so seeing this many boys naked was quite jolting. But she quickly shielded her eyes and felt her way over to her bunk, where she swung herself up and tried to get her tangled mess of hair into a high ponytail. Her hair just would not cooperate, so she was forced to have it stay down and dry into tiny curled ringlets like it always did. How this looked, even though it looked quite nice, Randy didn't care. She just hated it when her wild hair would blow in her face and get in her way.
She made her way down with the rest of the boys and they swung out the door toward the Distribution center after a quick wave to Kloppman. Jack turned toward Randy, a smile spread across his boyish face.
"So, yous' sellin' wid' Spot again today?"
Randy snorted. "Dat' halfwit? I never want to see him again." she was quiet for a moment, then turned back towards Jack. "I'm sellin' wid David today." she said quietly, before walking swiftly ahead of them.
Jack started. His David? The guy who had thought spitting in a hand and shaking was disgusting? That guy was selling with one of New York's "most dangerous newsies". He though, laughing to himself. He could not wait to see how this turned out.
*********************************** Meanwhile, Randy had bought her papes at the distribution center, and was walking with David, who had met her at the center, just as they had planned. For you see, right before Randy had walked off toward her destitute selling day with Spot Conlon, David had asked her quickly if she wanted to sell with him tomorrow. She had almost immediately shaken her head, but then she remembered that this was one of the boys that had truly saved her life, and she didn't want to give him the impression that she hated him. She quickly nodded her head and she had seen the great big grin that had come across David's face. As she slowly started to follow the oblivious Spot, he had called out, just so she could hear, that he would meet her at the distribution center the next morning.
And that brings us to about where we are now I our story.~ David looked over quickly at Randy, her blond hair swinging at her back as she walked along side him. He smiled, he had heard that things had not gone to well for Spot when he and Randy sold together, and he was glad somebody finally taught that cretin a lesson. As they sold through the city streets quickly, they laughed and talked with each other about little facts about them.
"Ok, so if your favorite color isn't blue, red, yellow, green, purple, orange, goldenrod, and DEFINITELY not pink, then what is it?" laughed David.
Randy chuckled. "For your information, it's meadow light. It's a kind of silvery blue mist, it reminds me of all the beautiful things on the earth."
David laughed. "Well, I'm such a dope! How could I not get that one, and being such a common color!"
Randy punched his arm playfully, they had now sold all of their papers and were walking together towards nowhere in particular. "Oh, and yours was so easy? Mister *Sapphire Green*!" she retaliated, then they both doubled over in laughter.
After they had caught their breath, David got a burst of confidence and quickly asked, "Are you hungry?"
Randy smiled. "Yeah, I am. Why?"
David was stuck, there was no way he could stop now. "Well, then just follow me." Then he pulled her arm gently along through the streets, and to his utter delight, she followed without a hitch.