First I do not own newsies and if I did u think I'd be sitting here typing
about them?
Oh and I have to thank every one for their characters
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Iguana2: sry baby you'll have to wait and see
~*Vamp*~: yes at this point I think the entire female population hates nick, no keep ur hands off, thanx and thank you again for helping me out but I need that last favor
Amazon2: he he I know I'm a bitch lol oh well umm I think I typed that * checks* yup I did so I guess that I did do it lol go me, yeah I like the real vamp 2 but believe it or not that's basically her in the story. Thank you for the compliment
Her bounciness: hmmmm yes yes yes yes yes easily I typed it ha ha ha
Sweets Conlon: yes I'm happy and you should be too you got your own chapter
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Sweets left the bunk with the greatest of ease, she went to bed fully dressed waiting for the last newsie to sleep, not an easy task, considering that race had started a poker game when he visited and wouldn't leave till he won a game. She slipped her black cloak on , the last remnants of her mother, hey they never said they were poor everyone just thought that.
It was easy to open the lodging house door the hard things were the stairs and the birds shift. Brooklyn was a well-oiled machine; the birds took shifts and for those that stayed for the late night shift were excused from selling in the morning. But if they didn't sell in the evening they were on their own, hey Spot was leader for a reason.
She waited for a while before taking her leave only moving when the clock hit midnight, the shift change, as she slipped out she stuck to the shadows and darted in and out of doorways, becoming one with the shadows. There was a lot you could pick up from some one with the name Vampire.
It took her no time flat to make the transition to she had made this trip far more often in recent week than in the days before, and each time she did it with a greater hunger and fire in her soul than the last, she was to meet him but now it had taken longer than had been expected, but he would forgive her and wrap his arms around her and protect her from harm.
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From his seat on the roof of the Manhattan lodging house, Iety could see the lights on the wealthy sections of New York, but none of it mattered to him now it was just another dream he could never have, another star he couldn't reach, another kiss from her he would never be able to enjoy. He hung his head in depression, and it was then that he saw movement and heard the swish of a skirt. Seconds later he saw a cloaked figure step from the shadows below him, a figure that was most decidedly feminine. It was too late for the wealthy woman to be out and that meant that this girl, no woman, was up to no- good.
It took him a few seconds but he had undoubtedly fallen behind the cloaked figure. He turned to go back in, to his bunk and his sleep, but an angry voice and a woman's plea for mercy turned him around. The voices were coming from the alley across from him; he could hear the desperation in the woman's voice and then a skinning sound as skin met skin in a slap that echoed through the alley.
He was always taught to treat any woman as a lady, nothing less would do. He soon broke out into a run; he soon saw what was happening, the woman was on the floor begging for the blows to stop. The man's shadow was one he recognized; all of Manhattan had their run-ins with him.
"Oscar!!" he yelled just as a kick was landed on the now hardly moving figure on the floor between them. Oscar looked up and, once he saw whom it was, spat at Iety's feet with the greatest distain
" What do you want newsies scum?"
" Wait I thought you were a newsie as well, see as I remember it me and my "scum" friends got you, your brother and your uncle fired, so I wouldn't be throwing insults around if I were you."
"Or what you'll run back and tell you big bad Cowboy on me? Just go home kid, oh wait . you don't have a home, sorry." He replied with a smirk
Iety was pissed but he knew when it came to brawn he was out matched but when it came to wits he had an advantage
" No but I do have to tell you to leave her alone."
" What you going to do soak me if I don't" he replied with a chuckle
" I'm not even going to lay a finger on you Oscar." And then he took a deep breath " FIRE!!!" he screamed and one by one the lights across the street light up "hey Oscar, I think that was your cue to leave."
That was just what he did, he was blending into the shadows much like Sweets had done before. Iety took this as his chance as he heard the newsies coming out onto the street; he ran the distance between him and Sweets. When he reached her, he turned her over and a wave of panic over took him. Shit, shit, SHIT! Why did it have to be sweets? All hell would break loose over this. Why? Some one screaming his name awaked him from his thoughts. He turned around and saw that half the newsies were looking for him, not only were the newsies on the street but also the woman that ran the school she would know what to do she was and educated woman, a rare thing nowadays. With great care he picked sweets up off the ground and carried her to the mouth of the alley where Saiorse, Jack and Race spotted him. He saw the saw the concern vanish and reappear on his friends face, and momentarily he forgot that he Carried Sweets in his arms. He walked up to where jack stood and whispered in a low tone " Jack, we got a problem."
For some unknown reason sweets became harder and harder to hold she was slipping and in doing so was tripping up Iety himself, this caught the attention of both jack and Saiorse, come on how often do you see a sixteen year old carrying another teenager down the street? Both having run over and seeing the same thin thought they would regret this day, they never knew how right they were.
*~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~* again guys I'm so sorry bout the whole length of time it took for this updates and I know I probably don't deserve them but some reviews would be nice . plz? Maybe?
Iguana2: sry baby you'll have to wait and see
~*Vamp*~: yes at this point I think the entire female population hates nick, no keep ur hands off, thanx and thank you again for helping me out but I need that last favor
Amazon2: he he I know I'm a bitch lol oh well umm I think I typed that * checks* yup I did so I guess that I did do it lol go me, yeah I like the real vamp 2 but believe it or not that's basically her in the story. Thank you for the compliment
Her bounciness: hmmmm yes yes yes yes yes easily I typed it ha ha ha
Sweets Conlon: yes I'm happy and you should be too you got your own chapter
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Sweets left the bunk with the greatest of ease, she went to bed fully dressed waiting for the last newsie to sleep, not an easy task, considering that race had started a poker game when he visited and wouldn't leave till he won a game. She slipped her black cloak on , the last remnants of her mother, hey they never said they were poor everyone just thought that.
It was easy to open the lodging house door the hard things were the stairs and the birds shift. Brooklyn was a well-oiled machine; the birds took shifts and for those that stayed for the late night shift were excused from selling in the morning. But if they didn't sell in the evening they were on their own, hey Spot was leader for a reason.
She waited for a while before taking her leave only moving when the clock hit midnight, the shift change, as she slipped out she stuck to the shadows and darted in and out of doorways, becoming one with the shadows. There was a lot you could pick up from some one with the name Vampire.
It took her no time flat to make the transition to she had made this trip far more often in recent week than in the days before, and each time she did it with a greater hunger and fire in her soul than the last, she was to meet him but now it had taken longer than had been expected, but he would forgive her and wrap his arms around her and protect her from harm.
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From his seat on the roof of the Manhattan lodging house, Iety could see the lights on the wealthy sections of New York, but none of it mattered to him now it was just another dream he could never have, another star he couldn't reach, another kiss from her he would never be able to enjoy. He hung his head in depression, and it was then that he saw movement and heard the swish of a skirt. Seconds later he saw a cloaked figure step from the shadows below him, a figure that was most decidedly feminine. It was too late for the wealthy woman to be out and that meant that this girl, no woman, was up to no- good.
It took him a few seconds but he had undoubtedly fallen behind the cloaked figure. He turned to go back in, to his bunk and his sleep, but an angry voice and a woman's plea for mercy turned him around. The voices were coming from the alley across from him; he could hear the desperation in the woman's voice and then a skinning sound as skin met skin in a slap that echoed through the alley.
He was always taught to treat any woman as a lady, nothing less would do. He soon broke out into a run; he soon saw what was happening, the woman was on the floor begging for the blows to stop. The man's shadow was one he recognized; all of Manhattan had their run-ins with him.
"Oscar!!" he yelled just as a kick was landed on the now hardly moving figure on the floor between them. Oscar looked up and, once he saw whom it was, spat at Iety's feet with the greatest distain
" What do you want newsies scum?"
" Wait I thought you were a newsie as well, see as I remember it me and my "scum" friends got you, your brother and your uncle fired, so I wouldn't be throwing insults around if I were you."
"Or what you'll run back and tell you big bad Cowboy on me? Just go home kid, oh wait . you don't have a home, sorry." He replied with a smirk
Iety was pissed but he knew when it came to brawn he was out matched but when it came to wits he had an advantage
" No but I do have to tell you to leave her alone."
" What you going to do soak me if I don't" he replied with a chuckle
" I'm not even going to lay a finger on you Oscar." And then he took a deep breath " FIRE!!!" he screamed and one by one the lights across the street light up "hey Oscar, I think that was your cue to leave."
That was just what he did, he was blending into the shadows much like Sweets had done before. Iety took this as his chance as he heard the newsies coming out onto the street; he ran the distance between him and Sweets. When he reached her, he turned her over and a wave of panic over took him. Shit, shit, SHIT! Why did it have to be sweets? All hell would break loose over this. Why? Some one screaming his name awaked him from his thoughts. He turned around and saw that half the newsies were looking for him, not only were the newsies on the street but also the woman that ran the school she would know what to do she was and educated woman, a rare thing nowadays. With great care he picked sweets up off the ground and carried her to the mouth of the alley where Saiorse, Jack and Race spotted him. He saw the saw the concern vanish and reappear on his friends face, and momentarily he forgot that he Carried Sweets in his arms. He walked up to where jack stood and whispered in a low tone " Jack, we got a problem."
For some unknown reason sweets became harder and harder to hold she was slipping and in doing so was tripping up Iety himself, this caught the attention of both jack and Saiorse, come on how often do you see a sixteen year old carrying another teenager down the street? Both having run over and seeing the same thin thought they would regret this day, they never knew how right they were.
*~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~* again guys I'm so sorry bout the whole length of time it took for this updates and I know I probably don't deserve them but some reviews would be nice . plz? Maybe?