A Twisted Bit of Plot; Chapter 2: With Boots and Bite, She Came
A/N: Kay kinders, Chappie 2. Hope you like it!
WARNING: I didn't think this out very well, and after the explanation of thenext chapter, the plot has evaded me. Ideas or anything, EMAIL, I'll probably use them, and of course will give credit. Tell me if you like me char, too. Ella es muy vivo, verdad? Goce!
Spot's brief expression of shock was replaced quickly by his cool, sharp exterior. He grinned savagely, his tone clipped and cruel.
"Well, if it ain't the resident tramp," he snarled, spitting at her feet.
The girl, only visible to the boys by a long coat, a mane of red-wine hair barely restrained by what may have once been a kerchief, and a silky southern accent only snorted.
"Ah'm not in tha mood for games, Conlin. You know as well as Ah do that Ah can get those boys rallied up behind tha strike just as well as you can. In fact," she smiled, a malicious grin evident in her tone, "Perhaps Ah can do it better, eh boy?"
The 'boy' went slightly pale under his working tan, and sneered. "You know," he stepped around the female, who remained placed, hands on her hips. "Who knows what'll come of this strike." The thought lit up his expression in a calculating way, displacing the irritation, "Count Brooklyn in."
Finally, the girl turned to face the three. She seemed to be an odd cross between a pirate and a jockey, with tight black boots and dark olive leggings, loose white shirt, and a heavy brown trench coat that seemed three sizes too big. Her face, hawk-like and spattered with freckles, expressed a quiet, confident aloofness.
Jack, who seemed to be slightly taken aback, found his tongue. "Rian, good to see you again." He cleared his throat, gesturing towards Boots and David. "These are— "
She interrupted abruptly, gray eyes glittering with detached intelligence, and perhaps, amusement?
"Ah know very well who ya'll are. Jack 'Cowboy' Kelly, fugitive and one of the most slippery newsies of 'York, Boots, former World News employee, and—" She stopped speaking, and stepped to face David, no smile evident on her face as she examined him from an equal height. Her left hand, shorn nails, creases and tiny scars visible, flashed out to gently turn his cheek to her, and disappeared into her voluminous just as quickly.
Her eyebrows were raised in what could have been displeasure or conceit. "David Jacobs. What are you doin' so far from home, boy?" An amused smile traced its way across her lips.
Obviously unnerved, he moved into a more defensive stance, fists clenched.
"What's that supposed to mean? And how do you know my name?"
The smile turned into a reckless grin, eyes sparkling with the mischief of choosing what to answer, and generally confusing malekind.
"A good magician nevah explains their illusions."
She winked coyly, leapt into the rafters, and disappeared with the last of the daylight.
So, good, yes? Ria is one of my three favorite original characters. Anyhoo, I'm not sure how the plot would go, factoring that Davey now knows that Jack's a fugitive, and the Brookies have joined the fight.
Originally, Ria was going to make a really insultive remark, and David was going to jump her, and she was going to majorly kick his highbrow ass, but I didn't want to establish her fighting abilities yet, or have her be that cruel. If I ever do an alternate, this will probably take place though.
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