A/N: I don't own Newsies and it's as simple as that. I don't own
SilentStriker, she owns herself. (ok it says that in the last chapter's
a/n, but I forgot to change something and she wasn't in last chapter. She
is in this one though.)
Shout outs
Angelfish~ Cuz, I'm glad that it had finally let you update. I'm sorry that I had forgotten to change the characters around.
NadaZimri~ Yeah, same here (with the whole killing brother thing). Except, I don't have any brothers so it wouldn't work.
Chapter 5
"Get up, get up! Sell dem papes! Ya gotta get up ya lazy bums!" I arose, still half asleep, to the sound of Kloppman trying to get everyone up. I stretched my arms and yawned a few times before I actually saw what was going on around me. Half-dressed newsies were gradually arising from their slumber. The boys from Brooklyn had already left but the girls stayed behind. They had on bright, cheery smiles.
The bunk to the left of me lounged SilentStriker. She was Spot's second in command. I could see why, too. Striker had this look to her. Even behind the emerald eyes and straight midnight-black hair, her 5'6ish stance sure showed off her 'head hancho' vibe.
These girls were smart, for they had gotten dressed and ready before the guys could even catch a glimpse as to what they were doing. I on the other hand, slept in and had to get ready with the guys.
I dragged myself towards the washroom, all the while bumping into people and various objects. "What didn't get 'nough beauty sleep last night?" I heard Spot say as I entered the washroom. I looked straight at his tired, smirking face, arms crossed over his chest and replied "Yep, too bad I'se not dah one who needs it."
A few of the boys chuckled. Bailey came in as I said that and started laughing, "Haha, she told ya, Spot! Great one, 'fit." She came over and gave me a pat on the back and then left with the sock that she had originally came in for, in her hand.
"'Tanks, Bailey. But it wasn't even dat good of a come back." She had already left before she heard the last words come out of my mouth.
Then I started to scrub my face with a nearby rag. I looked at my lip in a broken mirror to see if anything was still there from the night before. Spot still stood there, but to cover up his embarrassment he said "Ya obviously don't know who ya talkin' tah, goil. An' you'se are right 'bout one ting, dat wasn't a good come back. In fact, it's dah worse come back I'se evah hoid. I'se could've easily come up wit' somethin' bettah den dat!"
"Oh really, Mr. Spot Conlon? Ya know your so full of it, I'se could pop ya wit a sewin' pin an' ya'd fly through dah city!" I shot back.
"I'se don't know who ya tink ya are, but ya bettah get ya act tagedah (together) 'fore somethin' bad happens." He was now raging with anger. His fists were formed in tight balls at his sides. I was being as alert as possible at not knowing what would happen next.
"Whatevah." I left the washroom to put on my shoes and quickly pulled my hair up in a low, tight bun. When I was finished, Mush came up next to me and held out a newsboy hat. "Heah, ya need one tah covah up dat hair of yours. Anyways, every newsboy or goil needs one. It's like...tradition!"
"'Tanks, Mush! Dat's so thoughtful of ya! I don't know mean tah be rude or nottin', but where did'ja get it?"
"Oh, it's mine, but don't worry I'se can always get anoder one. Just tink of this as a gift yah got from dah newsies." He replied matter-of-factly.
"Are ya sure?" He nodded a yes and gestured me to put on my new gift. I did, then looked in the closest mirror I could find.
"Ya look great!" he commented with a smile plastered on his face.
"C'mon ya guys let's get a move on it!" Striker yelled from downstairs. "We're gonna be late if ya'll don't get goin'!"
"Alright, we're comin'." Said Mush.
I embraced him in a quick hug. When I broke away from him he asked, "What was dat foah?"
"My way of sayin' tanks foah dah hat." I then started to head out with the rest of the newsies. He followed.
_________*later at Tibby's*_________
"So how was sellin'?" Blink asked.
"Ok, Blink. An' how 'bout you'se?"
"Not bad. Dah headlines weren't dah best but hey, it gives me money in me pockets an' a roof over me head." The blonde boy sat across from me and next to Mush in the booth, and I next to Race. Murray came and asked for our orders. I asked for the same as what I had yesterday. "Tank you'se."
"Sure ting, be right back wit' your food." He replied. As he left to give the orders to the cooks back in the kitchen, I could hear laughter coming from the table that Jack, Skittery, David , and Spot occupied. I turned to see David flush red at whatever they were laughing about. Curious as I was, I asked Mush a 'what happened'. He just shrugged and went back to talking with Race and Kid Blink. Going over to the table, where the boys were literally crying with laughter, I heard Davy say "Aw, c'mon guys it wasn't that funny."
"Ok, what is it that got ya guys laughing so hard?!" I sat down in the chair next to David, and on went Skittery with the tale. "Ok, so Davy here is out sellin', right? When dis goil is sittin' on dis park bench.." David then jumped up out of his seat ready to stop Skit from telling the tale. Jack just pushed him back down. "'Kay, Skitts keep goin'."
"Okay so he sees the goil an' he's seein' dah opportunity to sell a pape to her an' maybe asked her out for lunch sometime, he went ovah tah dah goil an' asked if he could have the seat next to her. She said yah an' he sat down." He paused to take a swig of his drink.
"They start tah talk,"
"Floit is more like it!" Jack chimed in.
"Lemme finish what I'se started! Ok, well dey started tah 'floit' an' Jack was getting' impatient waitin' foah him tah sell his last pape. He threw a small rock at Davy's foot."
"I'se didn't throw it! I'se just lightly kicked it." Jack put in.
"Whoa, whoa! Wait, if Jack was watchin' den wouldn't dah goil get suspicious?" I asked a little confused at the situation.
"Well I'se was a ways off tah dah side an' I'se really don't tink dat dah goily even noticed I'se was dere." He said leaning back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, and a smirk on his face looking towards David.
"Ahh, I'se see so Skitts, please continue." I urged.
"Tank you'se, 'fit. Now as I'se was sayin', Jack lightly 'kicked' the rock towards David's foot so dat he's could speed up dah process. Davy noticed dah rock an' was 'bout tah sell his pape when outta no where dis guy walks up tah dis goil an' does dis full, blow-out make out session, right in front o' Davy. Ah man, I'se wish dat I'se was really dere tah see dah look on his face!!" Skittery laughed.
"Yeah it was great! His face was as red as dah bandana hangin' round me neck! I was gonna break down wit' laughter on dah spot!" Jack said between chuckles.
"Okay, okay! Can we please change dah subject?!" David pleaded. He looked from Skittery to Jack to Spot to me. We were all cracking up like the fallen humpty dumpty! Well that little story brightened my day. Not that it was going too bad but still it made things a little lighter.
Shout outs
Angelfish~ Cuz, I'm glad that it had finally let you update. I'm sorry that I had forgotten to change the characters around.
NadaZimri~ Yeah, same here (with the whole killing brother thing). Except, I don't have any brothers so it wouldn't work.
Chapter 5
"Get up, get up! Sell dem papes! Ya gotta get up ya lazy bums!" I arose, still half asleep, to the sound of Kloppman trying to get everyone up. I stretched my arms and yawned a few times before I actually saw what was going on around me. Half-dressed newsies were gradually arising from their slumber. The boys from Brooklyn had already left but the girls stayed behind. They had on bright, cheery smiles.
The bunk to the left of me lounged SilentStriker. She was Spot's second in command. I could see why, too. Striker had this look to her. Even behind the emerald eyes and straight midnight-black hair, her 5'6ish stance sure showed off her 'head hancho' vibe.
These girls were smart, for they had gotten dressed and ready before the guys could even catch a glimpse as to what they were doing. I on the other hand, slept in and had to get ready with the guys.
I dragged myself towards the washroom, all the while bumping into people and various objects. "What didn't get 'nough beauty sleep last night?" I heard Spot say as I entered the washroom. I looked straight at his tired, smirking face, arms crossed over his chest and replied "Yep, too bad I'se not dah one who needs it."
A few of the boys chuckled. Bailey came in as I said that and started laughing, "Haha, she told ya, Spot! Great one, 'fit." She came over and gave me a pat on the back and then left with the sock that she had originally came in for, in her hand.
"'Tanks, Bailey. But it wasn't even dat good of a come back." She had already left before she heard the last words come out of my mouth.
Then I started to scrub my face with a nearby rag. I looked at my lip in a broken mirror to see if anything was still there from the night before. Spot still stood there, but to cover up his embarrassment he said "Ya obviously don't know who ya talkin' tah, goil. An' you'se are right 'bout one ting, dat wasn't a good come back. In fact, it's dah worse come back I'se evah hoid. I'se could've easily come up wit' somethin' bettah den dat!"
"Oh really, Mr. Spot Conlon? Ya know your so full of it, I'se could pop ya wit a sewin' pin an' ya'd fly through dah city!" I shot back.
"I'se don't know who ya tink ya are, but ya bettah get ya act tagedah (together) 'fore somethin' bad happens." He was now raging with anger. His fists were formed in tight balls at his sides. I was being as alert as possible at not knowing what would happen next.
"Whatevah." I left the washroom to put on my shoes and quickly pulled my hair up in a low, tight bun. When I was finished, Mush came up next to me and held out a newsboy hat. "Heah, ya need one tah covah up dat hair of yours. Anyways, every newsboy or goil needs one. It's like...tradition!"
"'Tanks, Mush! Dat's so thoughtful of ya! I don't know mean tah be rude or nottin', but where did'ja get it?"
"Oh, it's mine, but don't worry I'se can always get anoder one. Just tink of this as a gift yah got from dah newsies." He replied matter-of-factly.
"Are ya sure?" He nodded a yes and gestured me to put on my new gift. I did, then looked in the closest mirror I could find.
"Ya look great!" he commented with a smile plastered on his face.
"C'mon ya guys let's get a move on it!" Striker yelled from downstairs. "We're gonna be late if ya'll don't get goin'!"
"Alright, we're comin'." Said Mush.
I embraced him in a quick hug. When I broke away from him he asked, "What was dat foah?"
"My way of sayin' tanks foah dah hat." I then started to head out with the rest of the newsies. He followed.
_________*later at Tibby's*_________
"So how was sellin'?" Blink asked.
"Ok, Blink. An' how 'bout you'se?"
"Not bad. Dah headlines weren't dah best but hey, it gives me money in me pockets an' a roof over me head." The blonde boy sat across from me and next to Mush in the booth, and I next to Race. Murray came and asked for our orders. I asked for the same as what I had yesterday. "Tank you'se."
"Sure ting, be right back wit' your food." He replied. As he left to give the orders to the cooks back in the kitchen, I could hear laughter coming from the table that Jack, Skittery, David , and Spot occupied. I turned to see David flush red at whatever they were laughing about. Curious as I was, I asked Mush a 'what happened'. He just shrugged and went back to talking with Race and Kid Blink. Going over to the table, where the boys were literally crying with laughter, I heard Davy say "Aw, c'mon guys it wasn't that funny."
"Ok, what is it that got ya guys laughing so hard?!" I sat down in the chair next to David, and on went Skittery with the tale. "Ok, so Davy here is out sellin', right? When dis goil is sittin' on dis park bench.." David then jumped up out of his seat ready to stop Skit from telling the tale. Jack just pushed him back down. "'Kay, Skitts keep goin'."
"Okay so he sees the goil an' he's seein' dah opportunity to sell a pape to her an' maybe asked her out for lunch sometime, he went ovah tah dah goil an' asked if he could have the seat next to her. She said yah an' he sat down." He paused to take a swig of his drink.
"They start tah talk,"
"Floit is more like it!" Jack chimed in.
"Lemme finish what I'se started! Ok, well dey started tah 'floit' an' Jack was getting' impatient waitin' foah him tah sell his last pape. He threw a small rock at Davy's foot."
"I'se didn't throw it! I'se just lightly kicked it." Jack put in.
"Whoa, whoa! Wait, if Jack was watchin' den wouldn't dah goil get suspicious?" I asked a little confused at the situation.
"Well I'se was a ways off tah dah side an' I'se really don't tink dat dah goily even noticed I'se was dere." He said leaning back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, and a smirk on his face looking towards David.
"Ahh, I'se see so Skitts, please continue." I urged.
"Tank you'se, 'fit. Now as I'se was sayin', Jack lightly 'kicked' the rock towards David's foot so dat he's could speed up dah process. Davy noticed dah rock an' was 'bout tah sell his pape when outta no where dis guy walks up tah dis goil an' does dis full, blow-out make out session, right in front o' Davy. Ah man, I'se wish dat I'se was really dere tah see dah look on his face!!" Skittery laughed.
"Yeah it was great! His face was as red as dah bandana hangin' round me neck! I was gonna break down wit' laughter on dah spot!" Jack said between chuckles.
"Okay, okay! Can we please change dah subject?!" David pleaded. He looked from Skittery to Jack to Spot to me. We were all cracking up like the fallen humpty dumpty! Well that little story brightened my day. Not that it was going too bad but still it made things a little lighter.