dances into room with headphones on All princes start as frogs, and all gentlemen as dogs! Just wait and see, what we're growing up to be!
NEWSIES: ...
What! Superchic(k) rocks! Don't give me those looks! I'm not crazy!
SPOT: sarcasticly rolls eyes No, ain't crazy at all...
glares murderously at Spot Spot? Do you remember what Sapphy did to you in her story of the island? I would be VERY will to put you back in the closet if you're not careful.
SPOT: gulps and hides behind Skittery Here! Take him instead!
giggles insanely OK! glomps Skittery I like him better anyway!
SKITTERY: I likes youse too! glomps Jockey
giggles Ok, now onto shoutouts! I'm going to have fun with these! Just so all you readers know, this chappy was fun to write since my friend's character was introduced. Mushy me darlin'?
MUSH: steps forward guiltily Yessss?
What were you, Specs, Dutchy and Bumlets doing?
MUSH: looks everywhere other then at Jockey and mumbles Notin' udder den lookin' in youse undahweah drawah.
WHAT! runs out of computer room toward her bedroom Noooooooo! Mush do the Shout outs while I beat the crap out of those boys!
faints girly screams are heard as Jockey attacks the peeping toms
MUSH: clears throat Now, for da shout outs! I's doin' it because Misty was da foist reviewah dis time 'round.
MistymixWOLF giggles Hey, I got it right this time! gets on hands and knees before Misty please forgive me! Please please please please please! Oh, I'm so very sorry for the miscommunication on my part! Can you forgive me for that too?
SPOT: Jeez, youse suah do make lots a mistakes don'tcha?
smacks Spot over the head Careful, or I won't give you back to Misty!
SPOT: Noooooo! Don't take me aways from me Misty! glomps Misty and kisses her hard
giggle Oh, here is the new bags of chocolate covered Spots that you needed. Enjoy me pretty chica!
Hawk Kelly Hey there! huggles Hawk Here is a whole box of Races, Spots, and Skitterys. giggles happily Hope you like them! OMW! I can't believe that you have always wanted to dump ice cream on Race! That is too weird. looks around suspiciously Who's the mole in here?
Race slowly tiptoes out of the room
Ah hah! Come to me my Hobbits! Merry, Pippin, Frodo, and Sam appear at her bidding Go and fetch me that traitor!
HOBBITS: Right away oh great and mighty Jockey!
Oh, ok, thanks for telling about the invalid url. I really appreciate it!
hobbits arrive with a quivering Race Now you traitor, for your punishment, you will have to get in this box with only your underwear on. strips Race
clears throat Here Hawk! A present! offers Race's box Open it when you get home!
OOOOooooo...Plushie newsies...you're a genius! Now, THAT, we could get rich on! Nice idea!
Tears in a Bottle Darlin', you are amazing! So many reviews on all the chappys all at one time! One...Two...Threeeeee
NEWSIES: Thank youse, Tears!
SKITTERY: We's loves youse!
huggles her new friend Where have you been all my life, chica? blushes Awww...thanks for all the compliments. I like your story too! giggle Would you like to be one of the few who get to choose what kind of chocolate covered newsies they want? bends down conspiracly (sp) All you have to do is review and tell me who you want. Oh...I have a present for you! Drum roll please.
Tumbler and Snipes bang on drum set
out walks Skittery with his shirt and pink underwear missing He's all yours for the next few days Tears! Skitts?
SKITTERY: Hey dere baby. smiles sexily Wanna have some fun?
swoons Ahhh...young love. I loves it!
YellowGuitarPick817 Yes, realism is a word! I should know since I'm a junior and all... I hate school!
Les, Snipes, Slider, and Tumbler shake angry fists at sky Darn you to the depths school!
giggles evilly I have corrupted them! Yay! Anyhoo...what kind of newsies would you like me dear? Let me know! And I'm glad that you're glad that I like writing your character. That was fun! huggles her friend before running off stage
Yay! I have returned from destroying the horrid peeping toms!
beaten and bloody Dutchy, Specs, and Bumlets limp in Oh, stop feeling sorry for them! They were wearing my bras and had my underwear on their heads! mutters murderously Perverts! They deserved everything that they got! Ok...on with the show!
SPOT: Jockey doesn't own da Newsies thanks God or Misty, Sweeps, Hawk, Kitten, Shooter or Accent. She only owns Tripper!
grumbles at Disney I wish I owned the newsies! If I did, they would have a whole show where all the fans could meet da fellas. sighs But alas, I do not. sniffs and sobs Darn you Disney! Ok... while I get myself under control, please read the story.
For love, life, liberty, and chocolate covered newsies,
Jockey: over and out
Chapter Eight
A cold, damp fog covered Brooklyn Bay like a thick blanket. Winter was on the breeze as the temperature dropped to nearly freezing. Weird shadows danced about like ghosts searching for their souls in the dark night. Not a sound was heard on the wharf as the tall ship slowly, silently sliced through the dark, forbidding waters of the bay. It searched among the deserted docks for some place to end its long journey.
Four lone figures stood at the railing of the huge ship. Their shoulders hunched against the chill that tried to creep down their necks. Smoky clouds wisped about the black crevices of the shadows faces showing that these darker figures were living beings. A sudden spark of orange light broke through the darkness illuminating the hand, face, and cigar that was near its soft glow.
The face was hard and as cold as the night air. Years of drinking and drug abuse had taken its toll, making the man look like the devil himself. His eyes were red and bloodshot from the brandy and lack of sleep the voyage had produced.
The match's flickering glow was snuffed out by a single breath, shrouding the quartet in heavy darkness once again. Their unseen eyes watched the opposite shore line where Manhattan's night-lights gave it a friendly glow. Out in that big city, somewhere, was their missing quarry, and they were determined to find it.
"How do ya know that she came here, Flanagan?" A menacing yet sophisticated, deep voice broke the dark silence.
The glowing end of the cigar moved as an unseen hand took it out of an unseen mouth. The sound of air escaping was evident as smoke poured out into the crisp air.
"Aye, she be here al'ight. She 'as noo one else to turn too except her broother. I dinna think that she would go as far as to come 'ere ta find 'im, though." The slurred words were barely distinguishable from the deep Irish brogue and alcohol.
"Father, how in the bloody world are we going to find her?" The English accent was young and smooth, giving the hint that the third voice came from someone much older then the first two.
"You just leave that up to me, son. By the time we're bloody done with that little whore, she won't even know why she left in the first place." His cruel laughter crept across the harbor and slowly disappeared through the dark streets of Brooklyn.
Misty sprinted down Main Street dodging early morning shoppers and delivery carts. She had slept in, again! Meaning, she was seriously late for work, again! This wasn't the first time her love for sleep had made her late. Luckily, her boss was pretty loose about such tardiness.
Her long black tresses whipped about her in the breeze caused by her speed. Her blue-green eyes snapped with impatience at the slow moving crowds on the sidewalks. The sea green shirt that she wore over her tall, slender frame was damp from the light sheen of sweat that covered her body.
Misty rounded the next corner and nearly gave a shriek of happiness as the front door of the bakery came into view. With an extra burst of speed, she dashed across the nearly empty square, past Horace Greenley's statue, and through the front door of her employment.
"Ah, Misty, you're only ten minutes late this time, child. What an improvement from the last several times."
Misty grinned at Mrs. Johnson, owner of Heaven's Bakery, as she gasped for much needed air to fill her lungs.
"Yeah, I's didn't get ta sleep in as long cause Mistah Jones trew me out on da street."
Mrs. Johnson's dark blue eyes narrowed dangerously, "Why did he throw you out, girl?"
Misty gave a sheepish shrug and looked at the ground before meeting the lady's gaze, "I didn't get me rent in at da right time. He was jest tired of getting me rent late all da time, so he booted me pretty butt out."
The older lady clucked her tongue in disapproval before turning back to cleaning the glass counter.
"Well, we'll get that pretty butt of yours in a place to stay by tonight. I won't have a girl who works for me living on the streets. It's cold and dangerous right now. Not something for a young lady to be doing, ever. Now, get your butt back to the cloakroom and clean up. Then, grab the broom and sweep off the front stoop. We're going to open a bit late today since my delivery of jellies didn't show yesterday."
Misty grinned at Mrs. Johnson's snort of indignation before disappearing into the back room to put away her jacket and bags. After freshening her appearance and getting several glasses of cold water, she grabbed the broom and headed out the front door.
Now that she wasn't rushing around, she could enjoy the crisp, cold morning. Several late flocks of geese flew overhead toward warmer climates. Misty watched them with mild jealousy. She hated the cold weather. It made people sick and many died at this time of year. That was how she lost her parents when she was only two years old.
Several excited yells broke through her morbid thoughts. She looked up from her sweeping to see the local group of Manhattan newsies headed into the square for another day of carrying the banner. To her surprise, six girls appeared in the mix of male bodies. Again, jealousy washed over her body as she watched the girls laugh and joke with the cute guys around them. Misty turned to head back inside as joyous cheers went up behind her as Weasel rang the morning bell.
She spent the next twenty minutes opening the shop up. She helped get last night's dough into the oven and to stock the glass display case in the front. After that was done, she just moseyed around, doing little things here and there. There was plenty of time before the first of the regular customers started to arrive.
So, it surprised Misty to hear their little shop bell announcing their first customers of the day. She looked up from putting some fresh loaves of bread in the display case to see the six girls from earlier walk in with nearly twenty newsies in tow.
Gay laughter and heated words filled the small store as the girls argued with the older boys about buying them breakfast.
"Stop bein' a stubborn brat, Jack, and let us buy da lot ya some food!" The hazel eyes of the short, curly haired girl flashed dangerously at the cowboy beside her.
"Nope, it ain't fittin' ta have a goil buy boys a meal." 'Jack' stubbornly crossed his arms over his chest and glared right back at the girl.
All six girls threw their hands in the air in exasperation and let out sounds of mild disgust.
"Fine! Have it youse own way! We 's goin' ta get some nice, warm, chewy bread, an' you bummahs ken jist watch us an' go hungry!" A girl with dingy cloths and smudges of dirt on her face shook her finger at the defiant boys before turning to face Misty.
A bright smile filled the girl's tan face and reached up to her dark brown eyes. The friendly look that peaked out from beneath the dirt instantly drew Misty to the hot-tempered girl.
"Hi dere. How youse doin' dis fine, cold mornin'?" The anger had fled from the girl's voice, leaving a friendly, bright ring.
"Jest fine. What ken I get for youse dis mornin'?"
"How 'bout some of dat freshly baked wheat bread wit apple buttah."
Misty glanced behind the girls to see the boys slowly losing their resolve against having the girls buy them breakfast as each girl ordered something good. She could see their eyes glaze over and their hands cover their complaining stomachs.
She threw a pointed look at the golden-red haired girl who stood in front of her. The girl gave a quick glance over her shoulder at the sad sight of the hungry boys before turning back to Misty with a giggle.
"Ignore the looks the laddies give ye. They're not diein' anymore then I be." Her Irish lilt made Misty smile. "Me name be Aurora, or 'Trippah' as everyone be callin' me now."
Tripper offered Misty a small hand, which she gladly took.
"I's Misty, or Perch. Call me eidah, if ya like."
"Nice ta meet ye. These are me pals: Sweeps, Hawk, Shooter, Accent, and Kitten." The girls each gave Perch a bright smile before returning to their breakfast. "And, the droolin' lads behind me are some of the weird newsies ye see every day. That's Jack, Blink, David, Racetrack, Skittery, Snitch, Dutchy, Specs, Itey, Crutchy, Swifty, Bumlets, Les, Boots, Jake, Snoddy, Pie Eater, Slider, Tumbler, Mush, and me brudder, Snipeshooter."
Perch smiled at each boy in turn. When she got to Mush, he gave her a bright grin and a wink, making her blush a very pretty shade of red. When she turned back to Tripper, Tripper gave her a sly smirk and raised eyebrow in question. This made Perch blush even more.
As minutes passed by, Tumbler couldn't take it anymore.
"Hey Trippah?" The boy looked guiltily at his feet when every gaze turned back at him.
"Aye, laddie?"
"Ken I…Would youse…I'm hungry!" Tumbler stumbled over his words as he fought against his natural pride.
Tripper let out a merry laugh before pulling the boy into a warm embrace.
"Why dinna ya say so, boyo? I'd be very 'appy ta git ye some breakfast."
Tumbler's big brown eyes shown as he looked at all the choices to be had. Perch couldn't help but think that he was the cutest thing to walk the earth. She bent down till she was looking at him eye to eye though the glass.
"Tumblah, is it?" He nodded to show that she had gotten it right. "If I was youse, I would pick da two sprinkled doughnuts right dere. Dey are poifect for a boy wit a sweet tooth."
Tumbler stared at her for a few minutes before looking at the pastries she had pointed out. With a wide, toothy grin, he nodded his consent as to what he wanted.
Perch winked at the boy before putting the doughnuts in a paper bag and handing it to him. The boy didn't even see the astounded looks given him by the older boys as he rushed by them and out the door with his special breakfast and morning papers.
Tripper and Perch grinned after the boy knowing they had made him very happy. Tripper turned to her new friend and gave her another bright smile.
"Perch me lass, I would be honored to have ye join me small group of girl friends. We lasses call ourselves the 'Misfits'. Would ye be willin' ta join this merry crew?"
Perch didn't know what Tripper meant by the name 'Misfits,' but it sounded like fun.
"Sure, I's 'll five it a try!"
A cheer went up from the five other girls while a groan went up from the boys as the two spat into their hands and shook on it.
throws confetti in the air See Misty? Told you the chappy was mostly about you! grins like cat in Alice in Wonderland Ok my special peeps! See that blue button? Yay, that one. Push it and I will give you each the newsie of choice with out one part of his clothing of choice for a whole day! And I'll make him pop out of a box for you! How's that sound? Review me lovlies!
NEWSIES: beg on hands and knees Please don't review! We's don't wants ta be strip teases!
giggles Aren't they cute when they beg? shoves begging newsies into closet Ignore them and please review!