Shout outs!!!
Sapphy: Are you a JAYHAWKS FAN???? AHHHHH ME TOO!! ME TOO! ME TOO!
ME TOO!!! Well, my brother and mom are more into it then I am, but
when it comes down to it I'm all about KU!! That's awesome! My family
went there and lives in Kansas City so....that's how it works! I
understand about da Mary Sue critique-I like critiques! Ah, yes, the
great Owen...he was awesome in Starsky and Hutch...I don't care what the
movie reviews say!!!
Anonomous Muse: Tee hee! I like locking newsies in my closet too! Or
the cupboard under the stairs with my beloved Harry!! *grins* Hows
the dinner theater goin? How is SOUND CREW? Different from set-I
should think so! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH DON'T HURT MY RACE!!!!!!!! Even
though I love like 5 newsies, race is defiantly at the top of the
list! Cya later!
SgtPeppersGirl: Ah, John's already over it! He's got another
girlfriend already! Talk about bouncing back! Anywho...wow. Kristie
really is...special. VERY special. CORN! Tee hee! OH and I am SO
excited about Emmie's story! I'm printing it off right now! YAY!!!
wOOt! Ahh, wayyyyyy too much sugar today!
ON WITH THE SHOW!!!!
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"Ok, here's your money Jack," I said as I flicked the dime at him. "And who else helped me pay?"
I distributed the coins accordingly. As I handed the last penny to Race, a small boy with bright green eyes and messy blond hair came running up to Jack.
"Cowboy, Cowboy!" The little boy panted. He tugged on Jacks pant leg, getting his attention.
"What's goin on Finch?" Jack asked good-heartedly, patting the boy on the shoulder. The boy fixed those bright eyes on Jack's face.
"Jack," he panted. "Spot wants ta see ya. Says its important, says youse should come real soon like."
Did my ears hear correctly? Spot. SPOT! Must be one of his birds. . .
YAY SPOT CONLON!! IM GONNA MEET SPOT CONLON! I'M GONNA MEET SPOT CONLON! IM GONNA MEET. . .
"Yeah, shua," Jack replied interrupting my fantasies. I waited for him to say that he would take my brother and me with him, but he seemed to be forgetting that part of the plan.
"Um, Jack," I started. NO WAY was I missing maybe my only chance to meet Spot. "Um, who's Spot Conlon? Is he, like, your dad or somethin?" I said, trying to act as stupid and innocent as I could while facing all of the hot guys. Not something I normally do mind you, I hate it when girls act stupid to get a guy's attention.
The guys laughed at me like they do at the Delancy's. You know, the time where you can hear Crutchy's forced laughter when the Delancy's first enter the movie? Yeah, that's the part. I knew then that it was working.
"Spot? Me faddar?" Jack looked around and laughed with the other newsies. "I don't think so,"
Just then, Blink piped up and added, "Hey, maybe ya should take the Westerners wid ya! Show 'em Brooklyn and let 'em meet Spot!"
The guys laughed again.
"Hey, do ya wanna meet Spot?" Jack said turning towards me and my brother.
"um, why not?" I said nonchalantly. "he sounds like a nice enough guy,"
Again, the nervous type of laughter that only our newsboys are capable of sounded again in my ears. They laughed as Jack, me, John, and Race (following in the rear) took off down the road in the direction, I could only guess, was towards the Brooklyn Bridge.
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"So, which one's Spot again?" John asked me when we had started out a little ways down the street. We had fallen behind Race and Jack who were apparently discussing some race or something.
"he's the one from Brooklyn," I whispered back, not wanting the newsboys to hear me. My brother threw me a puzzled look. I sighed. "YOU KNOW. . .the one with the line 'never fear Brooklyn is heah!' and the slingshots and stuff!"
The look of puzzlement vanished and a new look dawned on my brother's face. He looked at me and said in awe, "you mean, the one with the. . ."
"Yes John," I interrupted, "he's the one with the cane."
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When we got to the bridge, I stopped and looked up. It was so different from the last time I saw it. Strangely, it looked a lot like it did in the movie-almost with that fake glow around it. I shook my head and was reminded of the nasty fumes the automobiles let off when a car horn trumpeted in my ear.
"Ow!" I exclaimed when the car had passed. I rubbed my ear and turned to look for the offending car. Finding that it had continued down the road, I turned back to the small group, "that was loud!"
My brother snickered.
"yeah, dey's do dat sometimes, dontcha got cars where youse come from?" Race asked curiously.
"Yes, of course they do, but. . ." I searched for an explanation. Not finding one, I turned to my brother. Luckily, he didn't have to think of some weird answer because Jack interrupted us by saying,
"We're just about dere, now I wantcha ta know some tings 'bout 'ol Spot before youse meet 'em." He continued, "Spot's real important newsie round dese heah parts, so don't offend 'im none. Jist, don do nuttin stupid alright?" He looked from me to my brother and back to me again. I felt like I was back in Kindergarten, being informed on how to use the glue. Either that or in the Computer Lab. . .*a/n-mimicking the teacher-now press START-you scroll up until you can find the In-ter-net button, if anyone has any problem with that, come to me and I can show you how to do it*
"Ok, we won't do anything stupid," John answered, looking as though he were reciting a previously rehearsed conversation.
We walked along crossing the bridge. Jack motioned for us to come closer.
"here, watch this," he said. He and Race leaned over and screamed down over the edge of the bridge. WOW! I get my kicks by yelling off bridges! I joined them in their screaming and eventually John did too. Sometimes you just need to scream.
When we had finished sufficiently straining our vocal chords over the spanning structure of iron and steel, we continued to foot it towards the docks. The sound of splashing and boys yelling amplified as we drew nearer. With every step, I anticipated what would come. Finally, we came upon the riverside and stepped onto one of the docks. Boys were swimming on both sides of the berth and climbing back onto the wooden planks. Many eyes looked at us as we continued down the walkway. One particularly broad- shouldered guy stepped up in front of us.
"'ey Cowboy," he said to Jack.
"I got business wid Spot," Jack replied before the other could say anything else.
"I know. Who are dey?" He asked motioning to Race, John, and I. "Dat's Race, ya know? And da oddars are wid me." He explained. That answer seemed to satisfy the bulky troll, for he let us cross his special bridge. Again, our small brigade continued our march towards the end of the dock. We must have turned at some point, because we seemed to be on a small part of land again. Anyway, we got to the end of the dock.
"Well, if it aint Jack-be-nimble, Jack-be-quick?"
"Hey Spot? Hows it goin?" Jack and Spot spit-shook. Then Spot turned to Race.
"Howya doin Racetrack? What's been goin on at 'ol Sheepshead lately?" he asked as he and Race spitshook.
Race leaned up to Spot's ear and said quietly, "got a tip on da third-itsa sure ting. Ya in?"
"Not taday Race-me-boy," Spot said leaning back. "Savin up me money tanight!"
Throughout the duration of this whole conversation, John and I were quietly standing behind Race and Jack, waiting to be noticed by Spot.
"And who do we have 'ere?" Spot said turning his icy gaze to the two of us. He jumped down from his chair and strode over to us. "Whose boys are you?"
"Uh," I said.
"Spot," Jack jumped in. "dis here is John, and his sister Kristin."
Immediately I removed my cap and revealed my ponytail. I don't wanna confuse him TOO much.
Spot eyed us both. he went from John, to me, and then back to John.
Don't speak to John! don't speak to John! I thought furiously. Unfortunately, however, Spot did.
"Where's youse from?" He asked my brother.
He starred at my brother's eyes, and my brother just starred right back. "Out west," was his firm reply.
"Where out west?" he questioned further.
I breathed again. Surly John wasn't stupid enough to mess with Spot.
"Around St. Louis," John responded, still showing no real sign of emotion. Spot looked at him again, searching his face for signs of weakness. Apparently finding none, he satisfied himself with the answer John gave him. Spot mosied over to Jack, totally ignoring me. THE NERVE!!!!
"So Jacky-boy," Spot directed himself at Jack. "Ise been 'earin' tings. My boids told me dat Harlem ain't keepin' dere boys in dere own territory." Jack went and sat down on a crate. Spot joined him. Race meanwhile walked towards the crates a little bit away from the 2 leaders. he motioned for my brother and I to join him there. Jack and Spot continued talking.
"What are they talking about Race?" I asked, trying to make out what they were saying.
"Well," Race started. "Harlem's boys were sellin' on Manhattan and Brooklyn territory. First problem. Den when we told 'em ta leave, dere was some confusion over wheah da boundaries was. Second problem. Finally, uh, we. . .negotiated some sense into dem, and dey went back to dere own streets. We hafta watch em dough, dey's sneaky dem boys, and the moment Spot and Jack ease up, dey'll be on us."
John and I continued to watch Jack and Spot converse about what they should do. So civilized and orderly for a couple of newsboys I thought. John's eyes scanned the dock area, taking in all of the details. There were scattered broken bottles lying around everywhere, and many crates from the fishing boats. The smell of fish stained the air, and the breeze was cool upon my face. I followed John's gaze to Spot's perch atop of the fishing crates. Alongside some netting, I saw a few papers, along with some stray marbles, and an old looking pirate-style scope.
After seeming to agree on a resolution, Spot and Jack stood and shook hands. Race stood up and approached Jack, who had turned back to the three of us.
"Got it all woiked out Jack?" Race asked.
"Yeah, we'se got an idea on what ta do ta da bums if we eva catch 'em on our streets," He laughed and patted Race on the shoulder. He grinned at me and my brother like it was a big joke. I smiled back.
Spot pulled his cane out of it's sheath. He sauntered over to us unsuspecting "Westerners" and looked at us, amused by something that apparently he could only see. I wondered what he thought was so funny, but I didn't say anything of course-I never do. I only looked back into his piercing blue eyes with the same quizzical look that he surveyed me with. He starred back at me, not breaking his gaze. It reminded me of when with animals, you look them in the eye and never look away, for if you do they will see you as inferior to them (or something like that). Except with gorillas-I know that if you look a gorilla in the eye you are ASKING to get your ass kicked. That is if you are ever in the presence of a gorilla, which I hope I never am. . .but BACK TO THE STORY!!!!
His smile grew wider as neither him nor I looked away. He laughed casually and finally spoke:
"Ya got yerself a real bold one heah Jacky-boy," He laughed turned towards Jack.
"if me memory is woiken right, I believe dat you found 'em too Spot," Jack replied.
I started at this comment. I had totally forgotten that Spot had found us too. Not that it mattered much though, because he OBVIOSLY wan't there when we woke up and couldn't view our psycho reaction to finding out we were in Newsie-time.
I looked over at my brother who was eyeing Spot mischievously. Before I knew it John opened his mouth and whispered to me,
"Dude, that cane is pimpin'!"
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Wow. *shakes head in shame* Now, you guys, my brother doesn't act like that ALL the time, just when he feels like it. *shrugs*
*Music starts*
*This is big pimpin' baby*
Oh no...
*Skittery and Blink come out all "pimped out"*
Skittery: Dude, this is awesome! Check out my bling-age
Blink: *looks curiously at diamond necklace* I wonder how much I could pawn this for.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! Well, this is a pretty good indicator of what the next chapter's topic is gonna be! So be prepared!
Oh, and PLEASE REVIEW!! Merci beaucoup! (Ha ha NW!! I'm speaking French with an OUTRAGEOUS AC-CENT! You silly KANIGIT!! A.k.a knight!)
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MOTHERLAND!! (go to albinoblacksheep.com and click on End of the World in flash files and ya'll will know what I'm talking about!)
CYA!!!
~Brownie
Sapphy: Are you a JAYHAWKS FAN???? AHHHHH ME TOO!! ME TOO! ME TOO!
ME TOO!!! Well, my brother and mom are more into it then I am, but
when it comes down to it I'm all about KU!! That's awesome! My family
went there and lives in Kansas City so....that's how it works! I
understand about da Mary Sue critique-I like critiques! Ah, yes, the
great Owen...he was awesome in Starsky and Hutch...I don't care what the
movie reviews say!!!
Anonomous Muse: Tee hee! I like locking newsies in my closet too! Or
the cupboard under the stairs with my beloved Harry!! *grins* Hows
the dinner theater goin? How is SOUND CREW? Different from set-I
should think so! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH DON'T HURT MY RACE!!!!!!!! Even
though I love like 5 newsies, race is defiantly at the top of the
list! Cya later!
SgtPeppersGirl: Ah, John's already over it! He's got another
girlfriend already! Talk about bouncing back! Anywho...wow. Kristie
really is...special. VERY special. CORN! Tee hee! OH and I am SO
excited about Emmie's story! I'm printing it off right now! YAY!!!
wOOt! Ahh, wayyyyyy too much sugar today!
ON WITH THE SHOW!!!!
~~~~~~~~
"Ok, here's your money Jack," I said as I flicked the dime at him. "And who else helped me pay?"
I distributed the coins accordingly. As I handed the last penny to Race, a small boy with bright green eyes and messy blond hair came running up to Jack.
"Cowboy, Cowboy!" The little boy panted. He tugged on Jacks pant leg, getting his attention.
"What's goin on Finch?" Jack asked good-heartedly, patting the boy on the shoulder. The boy fixed those bright eyes on Jack's face.
"Jack," he panted. "Spot wants ta see ya. Says its important, says youse should come real soon like."
Did my ears hear correctly? Spot. SPOT! Must be one of his birds. . .
YAY SPOT CONLON!! IM GONNA MEET SPOT CONLON! I'M GONNA MEET SPOT CONLON! IM GONNA MEET. . .
"Yeah, shua," Jack replied interrupting my fantasies. I waited for him to say that he would take my brother and me with him, but he seemed to be forgetting that part of the plan.
"Um, Jack," I started. NO WAY was I missing maybe my only chance to meet Spot. "Um, who's Spot Conlon? Is he, like, your dad or somethin?" I said, trying to act as stupid and innocent as I could while facing all of the hot guys. Not something I normally do mind you, I hate it when girls act stupid to get a guy's attention.
The guys laughed at me like they do at the Delancy's. You know, the time where you can hear Crutchy's forced laughter when the Delancy's first enter the movie? Yeah, that's the part. I knew then that it was working.
"Spot? Me faddar?" Jack looked around and laughed with the other newsies. "I don't think so,"
Just then, Blink piped up and added, "Hey, maybe ya should take the Westerners wid ya! Show 'em Brooklyn and let 'em meet Spot!"
The guys laughed again.
"Hey, do ya wanna meet Spot?" Jack said turning towards me and my brother.
"um, why not?" I said nonchalantly. "he sounds like a nice enough guy,"
Again, the nervous type of laughter that only our newsboys are capable of sounded again in my ears. They laughed as Jack, me, John, and Race (following in the rear) took off down the road in the direction, I could only guess, was towards the Brooklyn Bridge.
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"So, which one's Spot again?" John asked me when we had started out a little ways down the street. We had fallen behind Race and Jack who were apparently discussing some race or something.
"he's the one from Brooklyn," I whispered back, not wanting the newsboys to hear me. My brother threw me a puzzled look. I sighed. "YOU KNOW. . .the one with the line 'never fear Brooklyn is heah!' and the slingshots and stuff!"
The look of puzzlement vanished and a new look dawned on my brother's face. He looked at me and said in awe, "you mean, the one with the. . ."
"Yes John," I interrupted, "he's the one with the cane."
_______________________________
When we got to the bridge, I stopped and looked up. It was so different from the last time I saw it. Strangely, it looked a lot like it did in the movie-almost with that fake glow around it. I shook my head and was reminded of the nasty fumes the automobiles let off when a car horn trumpeted in my ear.
"Ow!" I exclaimed when the car had passed. I rubbed my ear and turned to look for the offending car. Finding that it had continued down the road, I turned back to the small group, "that was loud!"
My brother snickered.
"yeah, dey's do dat sometimes, dontcha got cars where youse come from?" Race asked curiously.
"Yes, of course they do, but. . ." I searched for an explanation. Not finding one, I turned to my brother. Luckily, he didn't have to think of some weird answer because Jack interrupted us by saying,
"We're just about dere, now I wantcha ta know some tings 'bout 'ol Spot before youse meet 'em." He continued, "Spot's real important newsie round dese heah parts, so don't offend 'im none. Jist, don do nuttin stupid alright?" He looked from me to my brother and back to me again. I felt like I was back in Kindergarten, being informed on how to use the glue. Either that or in the Computer Lab. . .*a/n-mimicking the teacher-now press START-you scroll up until you can find the In-ter-net button, if anyone has any problem with that, come to me and I can show you how to do it*
"Ok, we won't do anything stupid," John answered, looking as though he were reciting a previously rehearsed conversation.
We walked along crossing the bridge. Jack motioned for us to come closer.
"here, watch this," he said. He and Race leaned over and screamed down over the edge of the bridge. WOW! I get my kicks by yelling off bridges! I joined them in their screaming and eventually John did too. Sometimes you just need to scream.
When we had finished sufficiently straining our vocal chords over the spanning structure of iron and steel, we continued to foot it towards the docks. The sound of splashing and boys yelling amplified as we drew nearer. With every step, I anticipated what would come. Finally, we came upon the riverside and stepped onto one of the docks. Boys were swimming on both sides of the berth and climbing back onto the wooden planks. Many eyes looked at us as we continued down the walkway. One particularly broad- shouldered guy stepped up in front of us.
"'ey Cowboy," he said to Jack.
"I got business wid Spot," Jack replied before the other could say anything else.
"I know. Who are dey?" He asked motioning to Race, John, and I. "Dat's Race, ya know? And da oddars are wid me." He explained. That answer seemed to satisfy the bulky troll, for he let us cross his special bridge. Again, our small brigade continued our march towards the end of the dock. We must have turned at some point, because we seemed to be on a small part of land again. Anyway, we got to the end of the dock.
"Well, if it aint Jack-be-nimble, Jack-be-quick?"
"Hey Spot? Hows it goin?" Jack and Spot spit-shook. Then Spot turned to Race.
"Howya doin Racetrack? What's been goin on at 'ol Sheepshead lately?" he asked as he and Race spitshook.
Race leaned up to Spot's ear and said quietly, "got a tip on da third-itsa sure ting. Ya in?"
"Not taday Race-me-boy," Spot said leaning back. "Savin up me money tanight!"
Throughout the duration of this whole conversation, John and I were quietly standing behind Race and Jack, waiting to be noticed by Spot.
"And who do we have 'ere?" Spot said turning his icy gaze to the two of us. He jumped down from his chair and strode over to us. "Whose boys are you?"
"Uh," I said.
"Spot," Jack jumped in. "dis here is John, and his sister Kristin."
Immediately I removed my cap and revealed my ponytail. I don't wanna confuse him TOO much.
Spot eyed us both. he went from John, to me, and then back to John.
Don't speak to John! don't speak to John! I thought furiously. Unfortunately, however, Spot did.
"Where's youse from?" He asked my brother.
He starred at my brother's eyes, and my brother just starred right back. "Out west," was his firm reply.
"Where out west?" he questioned further.
I breathed again. Surly John wasn't stupid enough to mess with Spot.
"Around St. Louis," John responded, still showing no real sign of emotion. Spot looked at him again, searching his face for signs of weakness. Apparently finding none, he satisfied himself with the answer John gave him. Spot mosied over to Jack, totally ignoring me. THE NERVE!!!!
"So Jacky-boy," Spot directed himself at Jack. "Ise been 'earin' tings. My boids told me dat Harlem ain't keepin' dere boys in dere own territory." Jack went and sat down on a crate. Spot joined him. Race meanwhile walked towards the crates a little bit away from the 2 leaders. he motioned for my brother and I to join him there. Jack and Spot continued talking.
"What are they talking about Race?" I asked, trying to make out what they were saying.
"Well," Race started. "Harlem's boys were sellin' on Manhattan and Brooklyn territory. First problem. Den when we told 'em ta leave, dere was some confusion over wheah da boundaries was. Second problem. Finally, uh, we. . .negotiated some sense into dem, and dey went back to dere own streets. We hafta watch em dough, dey's sneaky dem boys, and the moment Spot and Jack ease up, dey'll be on us."
John and I continued to watch Jack and Spot converse about what they should do. So civilized and orderly for a couple of newsboys I thought. John's eyes scanned the dock area, taking in all of the details. There were scattered broken bottles lying around everywhere, and many crates from the fishing boats. The smell of fish stained the air, and the breeze was cool upon my face. I followed John's gaze to Spot's perch atop of the fishing crates. Alongside some netting, I saw a few papers, along with some stray marbles, and an old looking pirate-style scope.
After seeming to agree on a resolution, Spot and Jack stood and shook hands. Race stood up and approached Jack, who had turned back to the three of us.
"Got it all woiked out Jack?" Race asked.
"Yeah, we'se got an idea on what ta do ta da bums if we eva catch 'em on our streets," He laughed and patted Race on the shoulder. He grinned at me and my brother like it was a big joke. I smiled back.
Spot pulled his cane out of it's sheath. He sauntered over to us unsuspecting "Westerners" and looked at us, amused by something that apparently he could only see. I wondered what he thought was so funny, but I didn't say anything of course-I never do. I only looked back into his piercing blue eyes with the same quizzical look that he surveyed me with. He starred back at me, not breaking his gaze. It reminded me of when with animals, you look them in the eye and never look away, for if you do they will see you as inferior to them (or something like that). Except with gorillas-I know that if you look a gorilla in the eye you are ASKING to get your ass kicked. That is if you are ever in the presence of a gorilla, which I hope I never am. . .but BACK TO THE STORY!!!!
His smile grew wider as neither him nor I looked away. He laughed casually and finally spoke:
"Ya got yerself a real bold one heah Jacky-boy," He laughed turned towards Jack.
"if me memory is woiken right, I believe dat you found 'em too Spot," Jack replied.
I started at this comment. I had totally forgotten that Spot had found us too. Not that it mattered much though, because he OBVIOSLY wan't there when we woke up and couldn't view our psycho reaction to finding out we were in Newsie-time.
I looked over at my brother who was eyeing Spot mischievously. Before I knew it John opened his mouth and whispered to me,
"Dude, that cane is pimpin'!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Wow. *shakes head in shame* Now, you guys, my brother doesn't act like that ALL the time, just when he feels like it. *shrugs*
*Music starts*
*This is big pimpin' baby*
Oh no...
*Skittery and Blink come out all "pimped out"*
Skittery: Dude, this is awesome! Check out my bling-age
Blink: *looks curiously at diamond necklace* I wonder how much I could pawn this for.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! Well, this is a pretty good indicator of what the next chapter's topic is gonna be! So be prepared!
Oh, and PLEASE REVIEW!! Merci beaucoup! (Ha ha NW!! I'm speaking French with an OUTRAGEOUS AC-CENT! You silly KANIGIT!! A.k.a knight!)
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MOTHERLAND!! (go to albinoblacksheep.com and click on End of the World in flash files and ya'll will know what I'm talking about!)
CYA!!!
~Brownie