Disclaimer: I obviously DON'T own newsies if you can't tell. ;) And I don't
own any OC's whose names aren't Poker, Cut, and Little. 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.
It was a long walk back to Brooklyn, but that just gave her more time to think. But there was always the problem of walking through Manhattan. Jack, her best friend, her second brother, and she wasn't allowed to see him? Not if she could she could help it; she was going to talk to Sage or Raven.
She couldn't be alone; all of her friends lived there. She was bound to find a poker game, or good conversation.
She then continued walking a faster pace, resulting in a trip over her skirt.
"I hate you." She complained and looked down upon the raggedy skirt, which had been cut, just below her ankles to prevent her from tripping.
"That worked well." She mumbled to herself, as she looked up to see two girls fooling around on the side of a street.
She ran up a little closer, to reveal two Manhattan newsgirls Tag-Along and Raven. Of course she should have known this; they were almost always together whenever possible.
Poker approached them further, trying to convert into a better mood.
Raven's dark auburn hair bounced on her shoulders as she turned and walked towards Poker. That was another thing Poker admired of Raven, her looks. But it wasn't just that. Raven was just, Raven.
Poker had always looked up to Raven. Being almost two years younger, Poker loved to 'tag along' with Raven wherever she went.
Of course everyone noticed this, but Raven didn't usually mind; unless she was visiting Spot and she did get annoyed with Poker's admiration. Poker didn't mind though, she was happy to see Raven stand up to someone or just be there for when the older girl walked into a room. She also glorified how Raven was never questioned about anything that came from her mouth. Not to mention they had been together as long as Poker could remember, almost as long as Sage and Jack.
"Hey ya, Ray," she looked up from the ground and up at Raven.
"Hey kid, where have you been?" Ray smiled and looked behind Poker, shaking her head.
"Harlem, I won twenty cents..." She felt the coins in her pocket, letting them jingle with her excitement.
Tag, being a little behind ran up to the two, "twenty cents? You sure? You can't count for the life of ya." She giggled and finished the few strides she had left to walk.
Poker looked up at Tag, "Pfft. Kiss this." She reached down into her pocket, and produced the twenty cents.
Tag's eye's boggled. "Gimme that." She snatched the change out of Poker's hand and began counting away.
Raven shook her head as if she wanted to hit both Tag and Poker's together. She reached down into her own pocket, revealing a sorry excuse for a cigarette, or what was left of her last one. She sighed and lit the end, inhaling and exhaling the smoke within seconds.
Poker looked towards the Brooklyn Bridge, "you coming to see Spot later, or next week?"
Raven shrugged, "don't know... probably tonight. Why, you wanna come or somethin?" Laughing, she took a long, last drag, and through it on the ground. Ending the glowing ember at one side she began walking.
Poker laughed, "Yeah right. I hate it, I'm not going back until tomorrow."
Tag perked up, "yeah but...didn't Cut say something about you to not to stay here? I mean... he does hate Jack and all..."
Poker shot a glare, not as well as the ones Raven gave... but you could say she was learning. "He just jealous because Jack's more of a brother."
Tag shrugged and decided it would be best to just shut her mouth about then.
Raven took longer strides; walking at her own pace not caring who was keeping up. Poker had to almost run to keep up.
Poker took one last look at Raven before shutting her eyes, "I'm not going back to Brooklyn... or Harlem, and I'm leaving."
Raven spun around on a heel, "and where the hell do you suppose you'll go?" She was quite surprised, pissed... but surprised.
Poker inhaled a large breath, "Queens, I'm gonna live with Cocky." Mwuahaha, Don't you just love me? Anyways... took me long enough; I know. BUT I should be writing more... I like this fic, its pretty okay.
It was a long walk back to Brooklyn, but that just gave her more time to think. But there was always the problem of walking through Manhattan. Jack, her best friend, her second brother, and she wasn't allowed to see him? Not if she could she could help it; she was going to talk to Sage or Raven.
She couldn't be alone; all of her friends lived there. She was bound to find a poker game, or good conversation.
She then continued walking a faster pace, resulting in a trip over her skirt.
"I hate you." She complained and looked down upon the raggedy skirt, which had been cut, just below her ankles to prevent her from tripping.
"That worked well." She mumbled to herself, as she looked up to see two girls fooling around on the side of a street.
She ran up a little closer, to reveal two Manhattan newsgirls Tag-Along and Raven. Of course she should have known this; they were almost always together whenever possible.
Poker approached them further, trying to convert into a better mood.
Raven's dark auburn hair bounced on her shoulders as she turned and walked towards Poker. That was another thing Poker admired of Raven, her looks. But it wasn't just that. Raven was just, Raven.
Poker had always looked up to Raven. Being almost two years younger, Poker loved to 'tag along' with Raven wherever she went.
Of course everyone noticed this, but Raven didn't usually mind; unless she was visiting Spot and she did get annoyed with Poker's admiration. Poker didn't mind though, she was happy to see Raven stand up to someone or just be there for when the older girl walked into a room. She also glorified how Raven was never questioned about anything that came from her mouth. Not to mention they had been together as long as Poker could remember, almost as long as Sage and Jack.
"Hey ya, Ray," she looked up from the ground and up at Raven.
"Hey kid, where have you been?" Ray smiled and looked behind Poker, shaking her head.
"Harlem, I won twenty cents..." She felt the coins in her pocket, letting them jingle with her excitement.
Tag, being a little behind ran up to the two, "twenty cents? You sure? You can't count for the life of ya." She giggled and finished the few strides she had left to walk.
Poker looked up at Tag, "Pfft. Kiss this." She reached down into her pocket, and produced the twenty cents.
Tag's eye's boggled. "Gimme that." She snatched the change out of Poker's hand and began counting away.
Raven shook her head as if she wanted to hit both Tag and Poker's together. She reached down into her own pocket, revealing a sorry excuse for a cigarette, or what was left of her last one. She sighed and lit the end, inhaling and exhaling the smoke within seconds.
Poker looked towards the Brooklyn Bridge, "you coming to see Spot later, or next week?"
Raven shrugged, "don't know... probably tonight. Why, you wanna come or somethin?" Laughing, she took a long, last drag, and through it on the ground. Ending the glowing ember at one side she began walking.
Poker laughed, "Yeah right. I hate it, I'm not going back until tomorrow."
Tag perked up, "yeah but...didn't Cut say something about you to not to stay here? I mean... he does hate Jack and all..."
Poker shot a glare, not as well as the ones Raven gave... but you could say she was learning. "He just jealous because Jack's more of a brother."
Tag shrugged and decided it would be best to just shut her mouth about then.
Raven took longer strides; walking at her own pace not caring who was keeping up. Poker had to almost run to keep up.
Poker took one last look at Raven before shutting her eyes, "I'm not going back to Brooklyn... or Harlem, and I'm leaving."
Raven spun around on a heel, "and where the hell do you suppose you'll go?" She was quite surprised, pissed... but surprised.
Poker inhaled a large breath, "Queens, I'm gonna live with Cocky." Mwuahaha, Don't you just love me? Anyways... took me long enough; I know. BUT I should be writing more... I like this fic, its pretty okay.