lets see, more ideas...theyre slowly coming to me, but they might take awhile. i seriously need help from everybody, my plot will only last me so long. currently running on inspiration coming from "who youd be today" you might not see it, but the connection is there in my head
Mustang turned back to Kid Blink, her eyes red and puffy from crying.
"She was everything," she whispered. He pushed a bit of hair out of her face. Seeing someone who he knew to be so strong like this was terrible. However, instead of crying again, she sniffed and stood up a little straighter.
"Here ya go kid," Jack said, placing the hat on her head and giving her a quick one armed hug. "Hows about you two stay here. I'm gonna head over ta Brooklyn, I heard there was somethin interesting over there and a bunch a da guys are over there. I'll send Dutchy to yeh if I see him."
"No. I'll talk talk teh him later." It wasn't that she didn't want him with her, it was just that Kid Blink had been there through the whole thing. She needed someone who had seen the bloody tree, someone who had heard the gun shot. Besides, Blink was her friend in a different was. She didn't quite know how to explain it, or even really think about it, but both of them were a different kind of comfort, and she needed Blink's right now. "Hang in there, ok?" Jack said as he turned and left. Mustang nodded. As he left, he sang a song that she knew she had heard before but didn't quite recognize.
"So, you wanna go to the restaunt or something?" Blink remembered how the blood-his blood, actually-on the corner of the desk had transfixed her, and wanted to get her away from the bloody tree branches. The way she had stared at it, it was almost eerie.
"Sure." She kept her eyes fixed on the ground in front of her as she walked. When they got there, they realized the obvious. Niether could buy themselves anything and still have enough money for papers the next day. They settled for sharing a sandwich. It was somehow very easy to sit there in silence and simply eat. Every once in awhile Mustang would look up at Blink and just sort of watch him. When she did this, he'd meet her eyes and smile and she'd go back to eating. After about the seventh time, she put down what remained of her half of the sandwich and stared in straight in the eyes.
"Do you ever feel like you sacrafice too much doing stuff for other people?" He didn't say anything. That was a very interesting question. His first thought was of something that had happened during the strike. On the night Jack was arrested, he had tried to help him get out and was hit in the face with a policeman's club.(it was so sad, it almost made me cry! i was like "oh my gosh, poor kid blink!" especially when you could see the bruise and all the next day) But Mustang didn't know about that. She may have been at the rally, but he was fairly certain he didn't see it happen. So what was she talking about? "I mean, I wouldn't care if you went to Brooklyn with everybody, I might have even gone too. You didn't have to stay herre with me." Even as she said it, she felt like she was lying. She didn't know what she would have done without him there.
"No. You remember when I made you promise you wouldn't go crazy or anything?" She nodded. "I know you said you wouldn't, but I'm still so scared you will. I know how much Cowgirl meant to you, how much she still means to you. I mean, you completely lost it when you couldn't find her. I'm just afraid you'd do that again and seriously hurt somebody. What yeh did ta Dutchy, and me, that terriyed me. I wouldn't want you to do somethin like that again without somebody ta be there for you." He couldn't clear the image of her with her hands around Dutchy's neck from his mind. If they hadn't showed up, would she have really killed him?
"I had a feeling it was something like that. But see, then I didn't know where she was. Anything could have been happening to her. I've heard terrible stories about what people do to horses. Now, I know she's safe, and happy. I mean, it's killing me that she's gone, but I know I don't have to worry about her.. I know it sounds corny and all, but it's true. And if they burn her body like I want them to, I can take a deep breath and maybe breathe in some of that smoke. Or when I feel the wind, I can feel her in it too." He smiled and for a moment she smiled back. Then her head dropped and she pulled her hat off. He could see her eyes fill with tears. He reached across the table and placed a hand on her cheek, wiping her tears with his thumb.(second in addrable sweet things id want someone to do to me only to my hand holding thing. maybe kissing in the rain too...) She smiled again, andsort of hugged his hand against her cheek. "Thank you. I really don't know what I'd do without you."
"Ah, stop with da mushy stuff." They laughed, then he untied his bandana and looped it around her neck. "Now ya won't hafta ever worry bout that." She smiled and tied the blue bandana in a loose knot. It was something simple, but it was all she needed. Cowgirl may have been her best friend, but she wasn't her only friend. She still had the newsies.
short chapter, but lovely and meaningful nonetheless. if you didnt catch on, the song jack was singing as he left was Santa Fe. minute detail but very meaningful...argh, im inturpreting my own story like it was something i was reading for english class. well then, all of you have homework: give me plot ideas and figure out all my symbolism!(hat, bandana, cowgirl, jack's role...) due by next chapter!
