A/N: Shout-outs:
COTTON BLOSSOM: Welcome, buddy. Watch it. Watch it soon.
MERP: I love Blink and Mush too. Thanks.
ANGELOFMUSIC2: Thanks, it does look better, don't it?
STEPHANIE: Thanks.
Here's the story.
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Chapter 6: The Brooklyn Lodging House
It was a very lazy night at the Brooklyn lodging house. Everyone had finished selling papers, and it was too early for bed, so everyone was just hanging out in the main room. Spot was sitting on the indoor version of her throne.
"Hey, Conlon."
"Whaddya want, Big Pete?" she said, not bothering to look up from polishing her cane.
"Yous cousin still hea?"
"Yeah." There was a long pause.
Then Pete said, "How come none of us has met her?"
"Cause, Petey-boy, I don't want yous to."
There was another long pause. Big Pete wasn't the brightest light in Brooklyn, so it took him those long pauses to think of what to say. "Higgins met her," he finally said.
Spot stopped wiping her cane and looked at Pete. "See, dat's 'cause I trust Higgins. I don't trust none a yous."
Pete smiled stupidly. "Gee, tanks."
Spot shook her head, breathed steam onto a spot of dirt on her cane, and rubbed it clean. Pete was the only newsie that actually sort of intimidated her. He could probably become leader, if he wanted to. He was just too stupid to realize it.
There was a knock on the lodging house door. "Watcher, get dat, would ya?" said Spot, not really interested.
Watcher opened the door to see Jack standing there. "Hey, Cowboy. Wat are you doin' hea?"
"I gotta talk ta Spot." Spot looked up from her throne. 'Dat was quick,' she thought to herself.
"Spot's busy right now. Sorry." Watcher started to close the door on Jack.
Spot stood up. "Watch, cut da crap and let Kelly in." Watcher didn't move. "Hey, jackass, move. Or else," she threatened.
Watcher stood to the side and mockingly tipped his hat to Jack. As Jack passed, Watcher shoved him and slammed the door.
Jack didn't rub his shoulder, even though Watcher had shoved hard. Instead he walked up to Spot and said, "I got anudda message from Race. He says hes gotta talk ta eida you or ya cousin soon. He got important news. He wants one a yous ta meet him at da races tamara."
Spot smiled. She knew it wouldn't be long before Racetrack wanted to see her again. "Tell him one a us'll be dere."
Jack nodded and spit-shook with Spot. On his way to the door, he tripped over Watcher's leg. Watcher smirked, tipped his hat again to Jack, and walked away.
Once Jack was gone, Spot said, "Hey, Watcher, come hea." She boxed his ear, and he winced. "Wat da hell's wrong wid you?"
"Wat? I don' like Kelly."
She twisted his ear painfully, causing him to yelp. "So ya wait till I'm not LOOKIN' to let him know. It seems ya fogot he's me buddy." She gave the ear an extra squeeze, then let go. "Don't foget."
Watcher rubbed his ear and mumbled something. Spot glared then nodded, dismissing him. She returned to her throne.
"Hey, hey hey! Spot! Hey Spot! SPOTSPOTSP-"
"Wat is it, Shrimpy?"
The little boy bounced up and down in front of her. "Hey Spot, how come Watcher don' like Jack? I mean Jack's th' neatest newsie he led th' strike an' all an' he's th' best aside from you a course I mean you lead Brooklyn an' Brooklyn's th' best which makes you th' best-"
Spot listened with raised eyebrows. She was used to Shrimpy's way of talking at you by now, and was waiting for a break in the flow of babble.
"-but Jack's neat anyway an' I mean who wouldn' like him well apparently Watcher don' like him why is dat, Spot?"
"Yous wanna know why Watcher don' like Kelly?" Shrimpy nodded enthusiastically. "Cause he's an asshole. Dat's why."
Shrimpy opened and closed his mouth several times, not knowing what to say. Finally, he just said, "Oh," and trotted off to annoy Sneaks. Spot smirked. That was the only way to get rid of Shrimpy. Curse in front of him.
Spot leaned back against her throne and twirled her cane between her fingers. Race had given her a choice there: either meet Race dressed as herself, or go as a girl. Maybe she was looking too deeply into the situation, but she knew Racetrack. He had given her a choice for a REASON. She had only thought he'd have waited a bit longer.
Choosing between going as 'Spot' or going as 'Patricia' might change everything. Obviously Racetrack had found out something about Mush that he wanted to tell her in person. Otherwise he would have just sent a yes or a no through Jack. No, Race had discovered something important.
If Spot met him as Spot Conlon, fearless leader of Brooklyn, then Race would think she was just going to remain his friend, interested in news boys other than himself. If she met him as Patricia, he would be able to figure out she might like him and not be as intimidated to tell her the news. The question was, which one should she pick?
She stopped twirling her cane and sat up straight in her throne. She grinned mischievously, coming to a conclusion.
She knew who she would go as.
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Heh, yeah, I know, I'm evil. But I couldn't help meself. Sorry if that chapter was kind of boring-
Race!Muse: Hey! I ain't in dis chapter!!!
Spot!Muse: And I ain't in dis STORY, but do ya see me complainin?
Race!Muse: Watcha talkin' bout, Spot? Yous one a da main characters!
Spot!Muse: I ain't no GODDAMN goil!!!!!
LK: Well, you are in this story.
Spot!Muse: ::pouts::
Race!Muse: Yous know I love it when yous pout.
Spot!Muse: Dat's why I do it so often.
Race!Muse: Come here, hot ass.
::they run off to a corner::
SORRY bout that, my muses got the better of me (they do that every now and then), so anyway, where was I...Oh yeah!! I wanted to introduce some Brooklyn newsies and make this a cliffhanger. Review and I'll be nice and post the next chapter quicker! I almost finished writing it, so it's up to you when it's posted!!
Much love,
~Liams Kitten~
Race!Muse: Like they didn't know by now.
COTTON BLOSSOM: Welcome, buddy. Watch it. Watch it soon.
MERP: I love Blink and Mush too. Thanks.
ANGELOFMUSIC2: Thanks, it does look better, don't it?
STEPHANIE: Thanks.
Here's the story.
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Chapter 6: The Brooklyn Lodging House
It was a very lazy night at the Brooklyn lodging house. Everyone had finished selling papers, and it was too early for bed, so everyone was just hanging out in the main room. Spot was sitting on the indoor version of her throne.
"Hey, Conlon."
"Whaddya want, Big Pete?" she said, not bothering to look up from polishing her cane.
"Yous cousin still hea?"
"Yeah." There was a long pause.
Then Pete said, "How come none of us has met her?"
"Cause, Petey-boy, I don't want yous to."
There was another long pause. Big Pete wasn't the brightest light in Brooklyn, so it took him those long pauses to think of what to say. "Higgins met her," he finally said.
Spot stopped wiping her cane and looked at Pete. "See, dat's 'cause I trust Higgins. I don't trust none a yous."
Pete smiled stupidly. "Gee, tanks."
Spot shook her head, breathed steam onto a spot of dirt on her cane, and rubbed it clean. Pete was the only newsie that actually sort of intimidated her. He could probably become leader, if he wanted to. He was just too stupid to realize it.
There was a knock on the lodging house door. "Watcher, get dat, would ya?" said Spot, not really interested.
Watcher opened the door to see Jack standing there. "Hey, Cowboy. Wat are you doin' hea?"
"I gotta talk ta Spot." Spot looked up from her throne. 'Dat was quick,' she thought to herself.
"Spot's busy right now. Sorry." Watcher started to close the door on Jack.
Spot stood up. "Watch, cut da crap and let Kelly in." Watcher didn't move. "Hey, jackass, move. Or else," she threatened.
Watcher stood to the side and mockingly tipped his hat to Jack. As Jack passed, Watcher shoved him and slammed the door.
Jack didn't rub his shoulder, even though Watcher had shoved hard. Instead he walked up to Spot and said, "I got anudda message from Race. He says hes gotta talk ta eida you or ya cousin soon. He got important news. He wants one a yous ta meet him at da races tamara."
Spot smiled. She knew it wouldn't be long before Racetrack wanted to see her again. "Tell him one a us'll be dere."
Jack nodded and spit-shook with Spot. On his way to the door, he tripped over Watcher's leg. Watcher smirked, tipped his hat again to Jack, and walked away.
Once Jack was gone, Spot said, "Hey, Watcher, come hea." She boxed his ear, and he winced. "Wat da hell's wrong wid you?"
"Wat? I don' like Kelly."
She twisted his ear painfully, causing him to yelp. "So ya wait till I'm not LOOKIN' to let him know. It seems ya fogot he's me buddy." She gave the ear an extra squeeze, then let go. "Don't foget."
Watcher rubbed his ear and mumbled something. Spot glared then nodded, dismissing him. She returned to her throne.
"Hey, hey hey! Spot! Hey Spot! SPOTSPOTSP-"
"Wat is it, Shrimpy?"
The little boy bounced up and down in front of her. "Hey Spot, how come Watcher don' like Jack? I mean Jack's th' neatest newsie he led th' strike an' all an' he's th' best aside from you a course I mean you lead Brooklyn an' Brooklyn's th' best which makes you th' best-"
Spot listened with raised eyebrows. She was used to Shrimpy's way of talking at you by now, and was waiting for a break in the flow of babble.
"-but Jack's neat anyway an' I mean who wouldn' like him well apparently Watcher don' like him why is dat, Spot?"
"Yous wanna know why Watcher don' like Kelly?" Shrimpy nodded enthusiastically. "Cause he's an asshole. Dat's why."
Shrimpy opened and closed his mouth several times, not knowing what to say. Finally, he just said, "Oh," and trotted off to annoy Sneaks. Spot smirked. That was the only way to get rid of Shrimpy. Curse in front of him.
Spot leaned back against her throne and twirled her cane between her fingers. Race had given her a choice there: either meet Race dressed as herself, or go as a girl. Maybe she was looking too deeply into the situation, but she knew Racetrack. He had given her a choice for a REASON. She had only thought he'd have waited a bit longer.
Choosing between going as 'Spot' or going as 'Patricia' might change everything. Obviously Racetrack had found out something about Mush that he wanted to tell her in person. Otherwise he would have just sent a yes or a no through Jack. No, Race had discovered something important.
If Spot met him as Spot Conlon, fearless leader of Brooklyn, then Race would think she was just going to remain his friend, interested in news boys other than himself. If she met him as Patricia, he would be able to figure out she might like him and not be as intimidated to tell her the news. The question was, which one should she pick?
She stopped twirling her cane and sat up straight in her throne. She grinned mischievously, coming to a conclusion.
She knew who she would go as.
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Heh, yeah, I know, I'm evil. But I couldn't help meself. Sorry if that chapter was kind of boring-
Race!Muse: Hey! I ain't in dis chapter!!!
Spot!Muse: And I ain't in dis STORY, but do ya see me complainin?
Race!Muse: Watcha talkin' bout, Spot? Yous one a da main characters!
Spot!Muse: I ain't no GODDAMN goil!!!!!
LK: Well, you are in this story.
Spot!Muse: ::pouts::
Race!Muse: Yous know I love it when yous pout.
Spot!Muse: Dat's why I do it so often.
Race!Muse: Come here, hot ass.
::they run off to a corner::
SORRY bout that, my muses got the better of me (they do that every now and then), so anyway, where was I...Oh yeah!! I wanted to introduce some Brooklyn newsies and make this a cliffhanger. Review and I'll be nice and post the next chapter quicker! I almost finished writing it, so it's up to you when it's posted!!
Much love,
~Liams Kitten~
Race!Muse: Like they didn't know by now.