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Prologue
He took a dime from each of the two boys, then gave the nod of approval for them to enter. He had dark brown hair, and nearly black eyes that pierced any who dared to look into them. He was Coda, Coda Conlon. Older brother to the leader of Brooklyn, Michael, better known as Spot.
He kept a careful eye out to the street, watching for any who'd try to sneak into Medda's without paying first. Tonight was a production, one that'd been the talk of the town for nearly a week. His gaze narrowed at his brother approaching with the infamous Jack Kelley, who'd only a few weeks before conquered Joseph Pulitzer. They were laughing, and went to walk right past him. He put an arm out to stop them.
"Well, if it ain't my own little bruddah. A dime for each of ya." He said firmly. Spot smirked.
"Nice try Coda. We're friends of the owner. We get in free."
"I think not. She's got a profit to make-"Jack Kelley smiled at the woman who appeared over Coda's shoulder.
"Aw Kelley! Spot!" She went around Coda and hugged them both. "Come to see your old lady perform?"
"Old Lady? You've barely hit ya prime Medda." Spot said kissing her hand. She smiled.
"I betcha say that ta all ya girls right Spot? Come on in, on me." Coda glared at them as they walked past.
"Have fun watchin the door bruddah." Spot said quietly as he passed, gloating at their luck. Jack snorted and followed them in.
"I trust you boys can amuse yourselves until the show starts, I gotta get back stage, the girls need me back there." She walked away, leaving Spot and Jack grinning. They looked around for familiar faces. Harlem, Queens, Midtown, and-
"Race!" Jack called out heartily. A boy with a cigar hanging from his mouth looked up from his hand of cards. Racetrack Higgins, best gambler in alla New York. "How much ya win so far?" He laughed, then put down a straight of spades.
"Read 'em and weep boys." Race said, pulling the change to him. He turned to Jack, who sat down to his right. "Whea's Conlon?" Jack nodded towards the retreating Brooklynite.
Spot had already found his way to the prostitutes in a corner. He was flirting with two in particular, a blond wearing a forest green corset dress with black lace, and a brunette in an amethyst dress of the same.
There were three more women in that corner, all with faces painted and waists drawn tight. Race's eyes were drawn along with Jack's to the entrance of a blond newsie with a patch over his eye accompanied by an Italian boy wearing a pale yellow shirt.
"Pie, Blink!" Pie immediately looked over and waved, then looked to see Blink walking towards the corner. He sighed and shook his head, then walked over and joined Jack and Race. "Their one-track minds sadden me." He shrugged. "Oh well. Name of the game is Black Jack boys, a quarter minimum bet."
"'Lizabeth!" A girl with mismatched eyes turned and frowned slightly as he approached. "I missed you."
"Blink, not here! Medda-"He gently pulled her from the corner and into a narrow, darkened hallway. "Blink, dis is my job. You can't keep pullin' me away like dis!" she protested even as she folded into his arms.
"But 'Lizabeth, I love you." She sighed. "I hate you doin this. Come live with me to the Lodgin house. I'll take care of yas, give ya anything you want, so long as-"
"You ain't gonna control me Blink, I know dat fer a fact."
"But-"
"We talked about dis aready." The malcontent was evident on his face. She rolled her eyes and took his hand, leading him over to where the boys were busy playing blackjack. He pulled over a chair and sat down, and she slid with ease into his lap, facing him. "Slide me a buck." She murmured into his ear as she made eye contact with the blond girl in the corner. The blond was like the mother hen of the prostitutes. It was up to her to keep her ladies working, not falling in love. Blink pushed her back a little in disbelief. She cupped his face in her hands. "Please Blink, I'm already not makin' enough income cause of you. Jackal and Raven are breathin down my neck. Just pretend for me?" Reluctantly, he pulled a couple of singles from his pocket. She took it smiling and tucked it into the top of her corset. She then closed the gap between them, letting him kiss on her neck. She met Jackal's gaze again, but instead of a glare, got a nod of approval. She exhaled in relief.
Raven's eyes followed Jackal's to Elizabeth.
"You want me to go ovah there?" she said, looking to Jackal.
"Na, he paid. But tomorrow night, we're havin a talk. Me with Blink, you with 'Liz." Spot cleared his throat.
"Mr. Conlon's getting a bit anxious Jackal." Raven said laughing. Jackal smirked.
"You can probably find yourself a customer of Jack Kelley. He's been watchin you." She said as she took Spot's arm. Raven rolled her eyes and strutted away. "Come on, there's a vacant dressing room in back." She walked with Spot backstage ignoring the hoots and hollers of suggestion. It was well known that Jackal didn't just go for anyone. It was like she reserved herself for borough leaders or the top class of the slums. It was also known that she favored Spot Conlon, but no one knew why. She walked into the room after Spot and locked the door behind her. Arms encircled her waist and her lips were met by his. "You said you'd bring Chance, where is he?" Spot smiled down at her.
"Tabloid's brining him. He and the boy's'll be down at the docks for another half an hour or so."
"But he will be here?" Spot laughed again.
""You're absolutely adorable when you're being the protective mother." She glared at him. "No, I'm serious, those concerned eyes, blushing cheeks,"
"Shut up Spot." She kissed him. "I gotta get back, I gotta watch out for the girls."
"Love you too babe." He said sarcastically.
"You know I love you. I'll go to Brooklyn with you after the show. If you'll wait for me anyway." Spot quirked an eyebrow.
"Ain't you subtle in askin' favors."
"Cone on Spot...please?" He kissed her forehead.
"See ya at 10." She kissed him again, a little more heated that time, then walked back out. Spot rejoined Race and Jack with a drunken look on his face.
"19.... And a blackjack for Pie!" Race said laughing.
"Five outta seven." Jack grumbled, taking a drink from his pint. He pulled out another quarter. Spot laughed.
"You nevah were the best gambler Kelley. Speaking of Gambler..." They looked to the entrance to se Gambler Denitri, leader of Midtown, with his girl Ivy and their son Half-Pint. Gambler nodded an acknowledgement to them, then joined the already present Midtown.
"No need to rub it in Conlon. We all know Kelley can't bet worth shit. Good at bein' a bottomless pit though if ya know what I mean." Race said laughing as he lit up the cigar in his mouth. Jack lost twice more, then Race spoke up. "How 'bout a round of poker? Alla us? An' if you can get 'Lizabeth's tongue outta ya mouth long enough, I'll deal ya in eh Blink?" She grinned at them and began kissing Blink's neck as he frowned at them.
"Sorry Race, I'm broke." Race rolled his eyes.
"Well that's just a dollar less on my income ain't it?" Spot shook his head as Tab walked in with the rest of the Brooklynites.
"Count me out too." He said, standing. He met Tabloid, spit in his hand, then shook.
Back at the entrance, Coda was arguing with a dark haired girl with pale skin. Her name was Crow.
"Whaddaya mean a dime?! I work hea!"
Not tonight you don't. Medda banned you for a week cause of the fight you caused. Pay or get lost. It's a dime for eachaya gems too." A shorter girl known as Sapphire pulled out two nickels and walked in.
"Sapphy!" Crow called after her. "What the hell ya doin?" She, Amethyst, Jade, Ruby, and Topaz quickly paid and followed her in. "SAPPHIRE, I'M IN CHARGE! WHADDAYA THINK YA DOIN?!"
"Come on Crow," Sapphire replied shortly. "It's not like we're not going to get that and more. This place is packed tight! Many a newsie will have their pockets picked by 10."
"And then it'll still be easy pickin's," Amethyst chimed in, siding with her cousin. "They'll be drunk offa their asses." She eyed the pile of cash in the poker pot, then Race, who pulled the pile to him while the rest threw down their cards in disgust. "Especially yours Sapphy."
"Hey all hands off 'cept mine ya hear? Any of you touch him and I'll kill you." She swore, looking each of her fellow thieves in the eye.
"Whatever." Jade said, taking Crow's waist in his arm. "C'mon Crow, I'll get ya a drink." They all split up, going to whoever they saw with jingling pockets. Sapphire walked up behind Race.
"I'll tell ya'll a secret." She said loudly, moving Race's arm so she could sit down in his lap. "His hand sucks."
"Sapphy!" "Oh come on Race, they've gotta win a few hands or what's the point?" She kissed his nose. He made a noise of disgust and wiped off his face. "Wench." He kissed the nape of her neck. "How're ya doin since...the incident?"
Sapphire's eyes closed. A few weeks previous, Sapphy'd suffered an almost deadly heart attack. Tonight was the first night she'd really been out since then.
"I'm fine." Race rested his chin on her shoulder. He rearranged his cards.
"Four of a kind." He said, laying down the aces and a king of spades. "Thank you gentlemen, but I think for the moment I'm done." He picked up the pile of cash from the middle.
"So boys, you got your sling shots? Marbles?" Spot said to the Brooklynites. "Jackal showed me the staircase to the rafters, and I plan to have a good time shattering wine glasses of rich folk." They all shared a grin, then Sampson, Jinx, and Pickpocket went to play a game of craps. Spot looked down at an insistent tugging on his shirt. "hey little man. Ya mam's waitin for ya." Chance smiled up at his father, who picked him up. "Ya ready for ya first lesson in aimin?"
"Yeah!" He set Chance on a chair.
"Watch an old pro.' Spot whipped out his slingshot and a tiny black marble and shot it down at Jackal, who watched her beer bottle explode, then looked up quickly.
"SPOT I'm gonna kill ya!" He blew her a kiss. "Yer buyin me anuddah drink!" he laughed.
"Come up hea an' see the future Kinga New York." She hurried up the stairs, knocking Oracle hard against a wall. "HEY WHORE! WATCH WHERE YA WALKIN!" Oracle yelled at the top of her lungs.
"SORRY ORACLE! GOTTA SEE CHANCE!" Oracle snorted and turned to Mayfly and Snoddy. Mayfly laughed.
"Such an eager mother ain't she?" She commented as they walked into a box. Mayfly and Oracle sat down in front with Snoddy behind them. Being Oracle's brother, he was naturally protective.
While Jackal and Spot played with Chance, Tabloid took the opportunity to join the Manhattan newseis.
"Hey Tabby-cat!" Race said, a grin on his face. Tabloid glared at him. Jackal'd called him that once when they'd all gotten drunk. The name'd been remembered by the ever sober David, and it'd stuck.
"As teh second in Brooklyn, I'd think that I'd get more respect." he said with mock-hurt. His eyes wandered, then stopped on the box. "There she is!" Jack looked up.
"Who, Mayfly?"
"No! The other one. The goiil next to her." Pie's eyes drew up also.
"Oracle..." Pie muttered. Tab stood.
"I think I"m in love." Pie glanced up at Tab and frowned, but said nothing, as expected. He moved over to Blink and tapped his shoulder. Elizabeth glared at him, but the look on Pie's face seemed urgent.
"Can you get me a beer 'Lizabeth?" Blink said. She growled her disapproval, but took the dollar he held out. "What's up Pie?"
"It's Oracle, You know how I feel about her right?"
"No, I just listen to how wonderful and perfect she is everyday because I have no idea." Pie blushed.
"How am I gonna compete with Tabloid?! He's important, he actually talks,"
"And he ain't her type. If you would open your mouth and talk to her, you would be."
"But, I'm not-"
"Extremely goodlooking and the second of Brooklyn?"
"Thanks for your support." He said sarcastically. Blink shrugged as Elizabeth returned, slamming the beer on the table.
"Pie, write her a letter, then have someone else deliver it to her. See what she thinks of her mystery writer by asking for replies, then if she does have feeelings for you, reveal yourself." Pie blinked. "What?!"
"That is without a doubt the dumbest idea I"ve ever heard." Blink laughed.
"Which is exactly why it'll work. Give them to Mayfly. She won't tell her, but she's dependable." Elizabeth said seriously. "I know her, she won't let you down."
"I don't know..." Pie said looking at Tabloid, who still had his eyes glued to Oracle. "What'll I say?"
"Let me talk to Mayfly. I can find out what she looks for in a guy. Plus, I think you should talk to Snoddy. I'm guessing that Blink and me are the only ones who know about this, am I right?" Pie blushed and looked away. "If you want to have her you're gonna have to fight for her." He sighed and looked up at her.
"Oracle-" Mayfly said in a singsong voice. "You've got an admirer down thea." She said nonchalantly. Oracle laughed.
"Like who?"
"Like Tabloid. He hasn't taken his eyes offa you for the past ten minutes." Oracle grinned and looked down at him. Sure enough, his eyes were on her, until they met hers, at which he turned his head and pretended to join the conversation. She watched him, and Mayfly could tell she was musing.
"So is he your next closet victim?" Oracle shook her head.
"I'm sick of closets." Mayfly gave a mock gasp.
"So our wittwe Owacwe is grown up." She said laughing. "Oh come on Oracle, you know I'm just messin'. I think it's great that you'se lookin to settle down. But," she said carefully, noticing another pair of eyes on Oracle. "You sure you want that one?" Oracle's hair flipped over one shoulder as she snapped her head to stare at her companion. "Don't get me wrong! Tab's a good guy 'n all... but"
"But...?" She replied, quirking an eyebrow.
Mayfly shrugged and adjusted her thin-rimmed glasses. "I'm just sayin' that theas other choices. Maybe ones who would stay with you, who've watched you from the start." Oracle looked longingly towards the boy in the pale yellow shirt, who was wrapped in a conversation with Blink.
"He ain't...Tab'll work... But I'll tell ya now, I ain't makin the firs move." Her companion just laughed.
"Good old predictable Oracle." She said as Oracle winked at Tabloid.
The end for the moment... It's gonna be a VERY twisted version of Cyrano, which we're reading in English... fun sophomore year... yay oh yay..... Um...
Can you guys give me....
Newsie name:
Real Name:
(preferred name):
Age:
Top Three newsies: (Guarantee that Spot, Jack, Blink, Race, Tabloid, Pie are all taken. Coda is available to any who want him. He looks like Johnny depp in the picture where he's wearing all black in front of a green drop)
Description of phys self:
Borough:
Habits:
How big of a part do you want:
(keep in mind I do need a few extras just to appear here and there, those who do this for me will almost be guaranteed the boy of their choice.... UM one more detail... I need a spot conlon fan to duel it out with me in the next chapter... basically, just any old spot conlon fan will do, but know ahead of time you won't get him I will, but it'll be a fun fight...)
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Read and review please!
Prologue
He took a dime from each of the two boys, then gave the nod of approval for them to enter. He had dark brown hair, and nearly black eyes that pierced any who dared to look into them. He was Coda, Coda Conlon. Older brother to the leader of Brooklyn, Michael, better known as Spot.
He kept a careful eye out to the street, watching for any who'd try to sneak into Medda's without paying first. Tonight was a production, one that'd been the talk of the town for nearly a week. His gaze narrowed at his brother approaching with the infamous Jack Kelley, who'd only a few weeks before conquered Joseph Pulitzer. They were laughing, and went to walk right past him. He put an arm out to stop them.
"Well, if it ain't my own little bruddah. A dime for each of ya." He said firmly. Spot smirked.
"Nice try Coda. We're friends of the owner. We get in free."
"I think not. She's got a profit to make-"Jack Kelley smiled at the woman who appeared over Coda's shoulder.
"Aw Kelley! Spot!" She went around Coda and hugged them both. "Come to see your old lady perform?"
"Old Lady? You've barely hit ya prime Medda." Spot said kissing her hand. She smiled.
"I betcha say that ta all ya girls right Spot? Come on in, on me." Coda glared at them as they walked past.
"Have fun watchin the door bruddah." Spot said quietly as he passed, gloating at their luck. Jack snorted and followed them in.
"I trust you boys can amuse yourselves until the show starts, I gotta get back stage, the girls need me back there." She walked away, leaving Spot and Jack grinning. They looked around for familiar faces. Harlem, Queens, Midtown, and-
"Race!" Jack called out heartily. A boy with a cigar hanging from his mouth looked up from his hand of cards. Racetrack Higgins, best gambler in alla New York. "How much ya win so far?" He laughed, then put down a straight of spades.
"Read 'em and weep boys." Race said, pulling the change to him. He turned to Jack, who sat down to his right. "Whea's Conlon?" Jack nodded towards the retreating Brooklynite.
Spot had already found his way to the prostitutes in a corner. He was flirting with two in particular, a blond wearing a forest green corset dress with black lace, and a brunette in an amethyst dress of the same.
There were three more women in that corner, all with faces painted and waists drawn tight. Race's eyes were drawn along with Jack's to the entrance of a blond newsie with a patch over his eye accompanied by an Italian boy wearing a pale yellow shirt.
"Pie, Blink!" Pie immediately looked over and waved, then looked to see Blink walking towards the corner. He sighed and shook his head, then walked over and joined Jack and Race. "Their one-track minds sadden me." He shrugged. "Oh well. Name of the game is Black Jack boys, a quarter minimum bet."
"'Lizabeth!" A girl with mismatched eyes turned and frowned slightly as he approached. "I missed you."
"Blink, not here! Medda-"He gently pulled her from the corner and into a narrow, darkened hallway. "Blink, dis is my job. You can't keep pullin' me away like dis!" she protested even as she folded into his arms.
"But 'Lizabeth, I love you." She sighed. "I hate you doin this. Come live with me to the Lodgin house. I'll take care of yas, give ya anything you want, so long as-"
"You ain't gonna control me Blink, I know dat fer a fact."
"But-"
"We talked about dis aready." The malcontent was evident on his face. She rolled her eyes and took his hand, leading him over to where the boys were busy playing blackjack. He pulled over a chair and sat down, and she slid with ease into his lap, facing him. "Slide me a buck." She murmured into his ear as she made eye contact with the blond girl in the corner. The blond was like the mother hen of the prostitutes. It was up to her to keep her ladies working, not falling in love. Blink pushed her back a little in disbelief. She cupped his face in her hands. "Please Blink, I'm already not makin' enough income cause of you. Jackal and Raven are breathin down my neck. Just pretend for me?" Reluctantly, he pulled a couple of singles from his pocket. She took it smiling and tucked it into the top of her corset. She then closed the gap between them, letting him kiss on her neck. She met Jackal's gaze again, but instead of a glare, got a nod of approval. She exhaled in relief.
Raven's eyes followed Jackal's to Elizabeth.
"You want me to go ovah there?" she said, looking to Jackal.
"Na, he paid. But tomorrow night, we're havin a talk. Me with Blink, you with 'Liz." Spot cleared his throat.
"Mr. Conlon's getting a bit anxious Jackal." Raven said laughing. Jackal smirked.
"You can probably find yourself a customer of Jack Kelley. He's been watchin you." She said as she took Spot's arm. Raven rolled her eyes and strutted away. "Come on, there's a vacant dressing room in back." She walked with Spot backstage ignoring the hoots and hollers of suggestion. It was well known that Jackal didn't just go for anyone. It was like she reserved herself for borough leaders or the top class of the slums. It was also known that she favored Spot Conlon, but no one knew why. She walked into the room after Spot and locked the door behind her. Arms encircled her waist and her lips were met by his. "You said you'd bring Chance, where is he?" Spot smiled down at her.
"Tabloid's brining him. He and the boy's'll be down at the docks for another half an hour or so."
"But he will be here?" Spot laughed again.
""You're absolutely adorable when you're being the protective mother." She glared at him. "No, I'm serious, those concerned eyes, blushing cheeks,"
"Shut up Spot." She kissed him. "I gotta get back, I gotta watch out for the girls."
"Love you too babe." He said sarcastically.
"You know I love you. I'll go to Brooklyn with you after the show. If you'll wait for me anyway." Spot quirked an eyebrow.
"Ain't you subtle in askin' favors."
"Cone on Spot...please?" He kissed her forehead.
"See ya at 10." She kissed him again, a little more heated that time, then walked back out. Spot rejoined Race and Jack with a drunken look on his face.
"19.... And a blackjack for Pie!" Race said laughing.
"Five outta seven." Jack grumbled, taking a drink from his pint. He pulled out another quarter. Spot laughed.
"You nevah were the best gambler Kelley. Speaking of Gambler..." They looked to the entrance to se Gambler Denitri, leader of Midtown, with his girl Ivy and their son Half-Pint. Gambler nodded an acknowledgement to them, then joined the already present Midtown.
"No need to rub it in Conlon. We all know Kelley can't bet worth shit. Good at bein' a bottomless pit though if ya know what I mean." Race said laughing as he lit up the cigar in his mouth. Jack lost twice more, then Race spoke up. "How 'bout a round of poker? Alla us? An' if you can get 'Lizabeth's tongue outta ya mouth long enough, I'll deal ya in eh Blink?" She grinned at them and began kissing Blink's neck as he frowned at them.
"Sorry Race, I'm broke." Race rolled his eyes.
"Well that's just a dollar less on my income ain't it?" Spot shook his head as Tab walked in with the rest of the Brooklynites.
"Count me out too." He said, standing. He met Tabloid, spit in his hand, then shook.
Back at the entrance, Coda was arguing with a dark haired girl with pale skin. Her name was Crow.
"Whaddaya mean a dime?! I work hea!"
Not tonight you don't. Medda banned you for a week cause of the fight you caused. Pay or get lost. It's a dime for eachaya gems too." A shorter girl known as Sapphire pulled out two nickels and walked in.
"Sapphy!" Crow called after her. "What the hell ya doin?" She, Amethyst, Jade, Ruby, and Topaz quickly paid and followed her in. "SAPPHIRE, I'M IN CHARGE! WHADDAYA THINK YA DOIN?!"
"Come on Crow," Sapphire replied shortly. "It's not like we're not going to get that and more. This place is packed tight! Many a newsie will have their pockets picked by 10."
"And then it'll still be easy pickin's," Amethyst chimed in, siding with her cousin. "They'll be drunk offa their asses." She eyed the pile of cash in the poker pot, then Race, who pulled the pile to him while the rest threw down their cards in disgust. "Especially yours Sapphy."
"Hey all hands off 'cept mine ya hear? Any of you touch him and I'll kill you." She swore, looking each of her fellow thieves in the eye.
"Whatever." Jade said, taking Crow's waist in his arm. "C'mon Crow, I'll get ya a drink." They all split up, going to whoever they saw with jingling pockets. Sapphire walked up behind Race.
"I'll tell ya'll a secret." She said loudly, moving Race's arm so she could sit down in his lap. "His hand sucks."
"Sapphy!" "Oh come on Race, they've gotta win a few hands or what's the point?" She kissed his nose. He made a noise of disgust and wiped off his face. "Wench." He kissed the nape of her neck. "How're ya doin since...the incident?"
Sapphire's eyes closed. A few weeks previous, Sapphy'd suffered an almost deadly heart attack. Tonight was the first night she'd really been out since then.
"I'm fine." Race rested his chin on her shoulder. He rearranged his cards.
"Four of a kind." He said, laying down the aces and a king of spades. "Thank you gentlemen, but I think for the moment I'm done." He picked up the pile of cash from the middle.
"So boys, you got your sling shots? Marbles?" Spot said to the Brooklynites. "Jackal showed me the staircase to the rafters, and I plan to have a good time shattering wine glasses of rich folk." They all shared a grin, then Sampson, Jinx, and Pickpocket went to play a game of craps. Spot looked down at an insistent tugging on his shirt. "hey little man. Ya mam's waitin for ya." Chance smiled up at his father, who picked him up. "Ya ready for ya first lesson in aimin?"
"Yeah!" He set Chance on a chair.
"Watch an old pro.' Spot whipped out his slingshot and a tiny black marble and shot it down at Jackal, who watched her beer bottle explode, then looked up quickly.
"SPOT I'm gonna kill ya!" He blew her a kiss. "Yer buyin me anuddah drink!" he laughed.
"Come up hea an' see the future Kinga New York." She hurried up the stairs, knocking Oracle hard against a wall. "HEY WHORE! WATCH WHERE YA WALKIN!" Oracle yelled at the top of her lungs.
"SORRY ORACLE! GOTTA SEE CHANCE!" Oracle snorted and turned to Mayfly and Snoddy. Mayfly laughed.
"Such an eager mother ain't she?" She commented as they walked into a box. Mayfly and Oracle sat down in front with Snoddy behind them. Being Oracle's brother, he was naturally protective.
While Jackal and Spot played with Chance, Tabloid took the opportunity to join the Manhattan newseis.
"Hey Tabby-cat!" Race said, a grin on his face. Tabloid glared at him. Jackal'd called him that once when they'd all gotten drunk. The name'd been remembered by the ever sober David, and it'd stuck.
"As teh second in Brooklyn, I'd think that I'd get more respect." he said with mock-hurt. His eyes wandered, then stopped on the box. "There she is!" Jack looked up.
"Who, Mayfly?"
"No! The other one. The goiil next to her." Pie's eyes drew up also.
"Oracle..." Pie muttered. Tab stood.
"I think I"m in love." Pie glanced up at Tab and frowned, but said nothing, as expected. He moved over to Blink and tapped his shoulder. Elizabeth glared at him, but the look on Pie's face seemed urgent.
"Can you get me a beer 'Lizabeth?" Blink said. She growled her disapproval, but took the dollar he held out. "What's up Pie?"
"It's Oracle, You know how I feel about her right?"
"No, I just listen to how wonderful and perfect she is everyday because I have no idea." Pie blushed.
"How am I gonna compete with Tabloid?! He's important, he actually talks,"
"And he ain't her type. If you would open your mouth and talk to her, you would be."
"But, I'm not-"
"Extremely goodlooking and the second of Brooklyn?"
"Thanks for your support." He said sarcastically. Blink shrugged as Elizabeth returned, slamming the beer on the table.
"Pie, write her a letter, then have someone else deliver it to her. See what she thinks of her mystery writer by asking for replies, then if she does have feeelings for you, reveal yourself." Pie blinked. "What?!"
"That is without a doubt the dumbest idea I"ve ever heard." Blink laughed.
"Which is exactly why it'll work. Give them to Mayfly. She won't tell her, but she's dependable." Elizabeth said seriously. "I know her, she won't let you down."
"I don't know..." Pie said looking at Tabloid, who still had his eyes glued to Oracle. "What'll I say?"
"Let me talk to Mayfly. I can find out what she looks for in a guy. Plus, I think you should talk to Snoddy. I'm guessing that Blink and me are the only ones who know about this, am I right?" Pie blushed and looked away. "If you want to have her you're gonna have to fight for her." He sighed and looked up at her.
"Oracle-" Mayfly said in a singsong voice. "You've got an admirer down thea." She said nonchalantly. Oracle laughed.
"Like who?"
"Like Tabloid. He hasn't taken his eyes offa you for the past ten minutes." Oracle grinned and looked down at him. Sure enough, his eyes were on her, until they met hers, at which he turned his head and pretended to join the conversation. She watched him, and Mayfly could tell she was musing.
"So is he your next closet victim?" Oracle shook her head.
"I'm sick of closets." Mayfly gave a mock gasp.
"So our wittwe Owacwe is grown up." She said laughing. "Oh come on Oracle, you know I'm just messin'. I think it's great that you'se lookin to settle down. But," she said carefully, noticing another pair of eyes on Oracle. "You sure you want that one?" Oracle's hair flipped over one shoulder as she snapped her head to stare at her companion. "Don't get me wrong! Tab's a good guy 'n all... but"
"But...?" She replied, quirking an eyebrow.
Mayfly shrugged and adjusted her thin-rimmed glasses. "I'm just sayin' that theas other choices. Maybe ones who would stay with you, who've watched you from the start." Oracle looked longingly towards the boy in the pale yellow shirt, who was wrapped in a conversation with Blink.
"He ain't...Tab'll work... But I'll tell ya now, I ain't makin the firs move." Her companion just laughed.
"Good old predictable Oracle." She said as Oracle winked at Tabloid.
The end for the moment... It's gonna be a VERY twisted version of Cyrano, which we're reading in English... fun sophomore year... yay oh yay..... Um...
Can you guys give me....
Newsie name:
Real Name:
(preferred name):
Age:
Top Three newsies: (Guarantee that Spot, Jack, Blink, Race, Tabloid, Pie are all taken. Coda is available to any who want him. He looks like Johnny depp in the picture where he's wearing all black in front of a green drop)
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(keep in mind I do need a few extras just to appear here and there, those who do this for me will almost be guaranteed the boy of their choice.... UM one more detail... I need a spot conlon fan to duel it out with me in the next chapter... basically, just any old spot conlon fan will do, but know ahead of time you won't get him I will, but it'll be a fun fight...)
BTW I LOVE YOU ALL! And shoutouts to my girlies!
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