Disclaimer: I obviously DON'T own newsies if you can't tell. ;) And I
didn't feel like using accents in this, because I would have had to use two
different accents for Harlem, Brooklyn and Manhattan and it's just a pain.
Her brother sent her to live in Brooklyn because he thought it was "safer." She just wished her brother and Spot were so damn close. They were like brothers, and she was caught in the middle and they didn't even treat her like a sister!
When the whole problem started it was ridiculous. Maybe she just thought that because she was the cause of it? She didn't care, because she wanted things her way and it didn't always work like that.
No one can trust Harlem poker players; they had earned the name of cheaters. It wasn't her fault she won four games that night, she was just playing like always.
It was all Onyx's fault; she drew the attention to Poker. Poker couldn't stand Onyx; she always had to fight with Poker.
Onyx hated her, just because she lived in Harlem. It wasn't Pokers fault Onyx thought of Brooklyn as the best borough in the world.
FLASH BACK
Onyx looked over at Poker and back to the rest of the boys sitting at the table. "She's cheating, you can see it in her eyes."
Poker glared at Onyx, "am not, your just mad because you can't play poker for shit." She couldn't keep her mouth shut. There were more Brooky's there than there were newsies in Harlem.
"No, I just know a cheater when I see one. And when I see one I beat the tar outta dem." Onyx elbowed Spot, "you notice it, right?"
Spot looked at Onyx and back at Poker. Spot and Poker did NOT get along, and they never had. "Yeah, she's a cheatah, I could of told you dat five years ago when she first started playing."
"Why would I need to cheat? Remember Conlon, you're in MY borough tonight and you can't do shit." She had made a strong point; she laid down her flush, took the money off the table and walked outside.
Onyx followed close behind and slipped out the door, "you make me sick."
Poker turned to face her, "well you're not exactly a wonder of the world yourself, Onyx. You don't scare me; I'm not scared of you whatsoever. Why don't you just go back to Brooklyn? At least you're wanted there."
Onyx tried to jump at Poker, but she just stood there and watched Onyx, not taking her eyes off of Onyx's. Three Brooky's came out to leave realizing what Onyx was just about to start they held her back.
"Poker, your mouths gonna get you into some real trouble one of these days!" Onyx gave up and walked in the door, letting it slam behind her.
NOT A FLASHBACK
Poker sat waiting for Cut to come back. She was going to tell him that she wasn't going to live in Brooklyn anymore. She looked up as a guy, about 6'3 walked in, his auburn hair falling over his ice blue eyes.
"Cut, I gotta tell you something." She looked at her older brother and waited for his reply.
"I ain't in the mood, shortie, He looked around as if looking for someone and then back to her.
"Don't call me that. I hate it." A nickname he had used since she had first seen him, she resented him for inventing it, because now more than just he used it.
"Shut up, I can call you that if I want to." Glaring he looked down at
her.
Poker felt almost as much hate for her brother as she did for Spot Conlon, "I'm leavin Brooklyn."
"No, you 're not." Cut grabbed her tiny arm in his hand and ripped her back from the door. "You're not allowed to see Jack anymore."
"Excuse me?" Poker looked at him, stunned. "You don't tell me who I can see and can't see. You're not father, so stop trying to be."
"I'm the closest you're ever going to have, so deal with it." He looked at her and sighed, "go back to Brooklyn."
She looked up at him, not feeling like getting in a huge fight, she walked out the door and slammed it behind her, then started towards Brooklyn.
Her brother sent her to live in Brooklyn because he thought it was "safer." She just wished her brother and Spot were so damn close. They were like brothers, and she was caught in the middle and they didn't even treat her like a sister!
When the whole problem started it was ridiculous. Maybe she just thought that because she was the cause of it? She didn't care, because she wanted things her way and it didn't always work like that.
No one can trust Harlem poker players; they had earned the name of cheaters. It wasn't her fault she won four games that night, she was just playing like always.
It was all Onyx's fault; she drew the attention to Poker. Poker couldn't stand Onyx; she always had to fight with Poker.
Onyx hated her, just because she lived in Harlem. It wasn't Pokers fault Onyx thought of Brooklyn as the best borough in the world.
FLASH BACK
Onyx looked over at Poker and back to the rest of the boys sitting at the table. "She's cheating, you can see it in her eyes."
Poker glared at Onyx, "am not, your just mad because you can't play poker for shit." She couldn't keep her mouth shut. There were more Brooky's there than there were newsies in Harlem.
"No, I just know a cheater when I see one. And when I see one I beat the tar outta dem." Onyx elbowed Spot, "you notice it, right?"
Spot looked at Onyx and back at Poker. Spot and Poker did NOT get along, and they never had. "Yeah, she's a cheatah, I could of told you dat five years ago when she first started playing."
"Why would I need to cheat? Remember Conlon, you're in MY borough tonight and you can't do shit." She had made a strong point; she laid down her flush, took the money off the table and walked outside.
Onyx followed close behind and slipped out the door, "you make me sick."
Poker turned to face her, "well you're not exactly a wonder of the world yourself, Onyx. You don't scare me; I'm not scared of you whatsoever. Why don't you just go back to Brooklyn? At least you're wanted there."
Onyx tried to jump at Poker, but she just stood there and watched Onyx, not taking her eyes off of Onyx's. Three Brooky's came out to leave realizing what Onyx was just about to start they held her back.
"Poker, your mouths gonna get you into some real trouble one of these days!" Onyx gave up and walked in the door, letting it slam behind her.
NOT A FLASHBACK
Poker sat waiting for Cut to come back. She was going to tell him that she wasn't going to live in Brooklyn anymore. She looked up as a guy, about 6'3 walked in, his auburn hair falling over his ice blue eyes.
"Cut, I gotta tell you something." She looked at her older brother and waited for his reply.
"I ain't in the mood, shortie, He looked around as if looking for someone and then back to her.
"Don't call me that. I hate it." A nickname he had used since she had first seen him, she resented him for inventing it, because now more than just he used it.
"Shut up, I can call you that if I want to." Glaring he looked down at
her.
Poker felt almost as much hate for her brother as she did for Spot Conlon, "I'm leavin Brooklyn."
"No, you 're not." Cut grabbed her tiny arm in his hand and ripped her back from the door. "You're not allowed to see Jack anymore."
"Excuse me?" Poker looked at him, stunned. "You don't tell me who I can see and can't see. You're not father, so stop trying to be."
"I'm the closest you're ever going to have, so deal with it." He looked at her and sighed, "go back to Brooklyn."
She looked up at him, not feeling like getting in a huge fight, she walked out the door and slammed it behind her, then started towards Brooklyn.