Still don't own Newsies.
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"Hey! Watch where your. ."
The angry voice yelled at me from above. I figured he stopped yelling because he saw I was girl. He was right though, I wasn't even watching where I was going. I felt my face flush as I looked toward the ground. That's when I realized the reason for the voices anger. All around me on the ground there were newspapers. Suddenly a hand was reached down to me and the anger in the voice was replaced with remorse.
"Hey, sorry about dat. I jist didn't see ya there."
I looked up squinting toward the voice, but had trouble seeing because of the backdrop of a sunlit sky. As I reached for the hand and was brought to my feet I tried to find my voice, starring at the ground in embarrassment. .
"Nah, it was my fault, I wasn't lookin' where I was goin' cause. . ." I paused, remembering why I had been distracted.
"My photo!"I whispered more to myself than anything and bent back to the ground, shuffling through the fallen papers. As I rummaged through them I slowly stopped and could feel the weird look I was sure he was sending me. I immediately paused and cursed softly under my breath. As I moved to stand, an apologetic look on my face, I managed to mutter softly.
"I dropped my photo, I was jist . . . I jist hope I didn't lose it."I turned my eyes from the ground to face him and was surprised to see not a mocking glare, but rather a genuine smile. This only caused me to blush again, but I was proud that I had at least managed to not drop my gaze back to the sidewalk
"Oh." He said cheerfully as he bent down to gather his papers, glancing through them for the photo. "Don't worry, I'm sure it's heah somewhere."
I slowly lowered myself back to the ground, eyeing him curiously. He seemed so glad to help, though I started to think he was simply glad to be alive. He had such a cheeriness about him as he crouched in front of me, stacking his papers on one knee and scanning the ground with his eye. eye? I didn't notice at first but covering part of his face was a brown eyepatch. I don't know why, but it made me grin. A grin that quickly faded as he looked back up toward my face. Hoping that I wasn't caught staring, I glued my eyes back to the sidewalk, starting to feel desperate to just get my picture and leave. It was then he put his hand in my view, holding out a crumpled photo. My face must have lit up as I turned to him, because he looked quite pleased with himself, sporting a huge smirk.
"Dis the photo?" He asked, already knowing the answer.
His smirk, that had changed into a full grin, caused me yet again to blush. Why must I always do that?
I returned the grin and reached out for the picture.
"Yeah, it is . . thanks" I managed to respond meekly
"ah, it was nuthin'" He flashed his grin once more as he stood, reaching out a hand for me again that I gratefully accepted. I stuffed my possession back into my pocket and tried to dust myself off a bit.
I didn't particularly care for dirtying the only clothes I owned. I wore a dress, tattered at the bottom from constant wear. The lower half that consisted of the skirt, and dusted the ground, was a deep navy. Matching the skirt were the sleeves, normally rolled up my arms part way. The top was fitted, made of a plaid fabric. It was navy and dark forest green, with hints of black. The back was laced down with a thin navy blue string, forming some kind of misshaped bow at the base of my back. It was far from fancy, but suited me just fine. Thankfully over all of this I had a rather large brown coat. With out the coat, lasting as long as I had so far would have been a miracle.
After feeling that I had sufficiently dusted off, I realized he was still standing in front of me. Looking at him questioningly, he smiled and removed his hat.
"Care ta buy a pape miss?"
I frowned and felt in my pockets. I knew I would find nothing, but I guess I felt better if he at least thought I might have money, that maybe it was just by chance that this time my pockets were empty.
I felt my face get hot and I shrugged slightly, apologizing with my eyes.
"Aw dats Ok" He continued to grin as he spoke "I'll see ya around then, uh. . .?"
Realizing I never told him my name I grinned, "Rose"
"Well Rose, its nice ta meetcha, da names Kid Blink" he smiled, "remebah dat the next time ya evah need a pape Ok?"
I smiled in agreement and nodded my head slightly, not wanting to offened him by asking about his interesting name. I was just standing there watching him turn to leave, but old habits die hard.
I reached out, grabbing his arm. As he turned around I let go of him, feeling somewhat rude.
"Yeah?" he asked me, turning around fully and looking at me in question, a smile tugging at his lips.
"Uh, well I was wonderin' if ya could help me. See I'm lookin' for someone." His face lit up slightly. I had gone through this many times, and didn't expect this time to be any different. . .despite his enthusiasm.
"Oh yea?" He said, raising an eyebrow, "What's their name?"
"Francis Sullivan" I replied with a hint of question in my voice. I looked up to him, expecting to receive a simple "no", and to turn and be on my way. However, what happened next had never happened to me with any of the many people I had questioned before.
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Don't let this chapter make you think this is a Blink/OC story or anything, thats just how I think the two characters would act when meeting :)