She walked for a few hours, selling papes to people along the way as she walked into Brooklyn territory. She glanced around at the buildings as she put her money away from selling her papers and eventually.
It was a rather calm and breezy day, much to her delight and she took a deep breath of Brooklyn air and sat on a nearby bench to rest a bit.
She looked down at the few papes left in her bag and sighed. She might be here all day and if anyone catches her selling on Brooklyn territory, a turf war could break out and that was something she did not want, so she tucked the papes away and stood up from the bench, stretching in the process.
She picked her hair up in a bun again and began wandering around the streets in hopes of finding a certain someone.
"Hey, what's yous doin' 'ere?" Someone asked as they approached her.
She turned around and was met with, of course, a Brooklyn newsie.
He was tall and husky, I want to say he was about sixteen but looked eighteen. He was wearing a red newsie cap and a grey striped shirt with black pants. She happened to know this boy in particular and frowned, they weren't exactly friends but they weren't bitter rivals either.
"What do you want, Giganto?" She said in annoyance.
"I's askin' yous duh same thing." He smirked and it seemed in a matter of moments, other Brooklyn newsies were gathering.
"Get 'er!" One yelled and she instantly began running towards the docks to Spot Conlon's hangout area.
"You ain't goin' nowhere!" Giganto laughed and grabbed her by the arm.
"Let me go!" She huffed angrily and kicked him which sparked a full blown fight.
Was it a fair fight? No, it was five guys against one girl! What cowards!
"What's goin' on 'ere?!" Alex asked as he approached the scene.
"We's caught a 'Hattan newsie on our toif!" A newsie replied cheerfully.
He must have been around eleven or twelve and was rather scrawny for his age.
"Aight, lets get 'er to Spot." Alex said and grabbed the girl by the arm.
"No funny business aight?" He asked cautiously and walked her back to Brooklyn Headquarters.
"No problem!" She replied and clutched her side again.
She had a busted lip and red marks on her face from where the boys had hurt her.
"I heard there was a ruckus 'ere?" Spot asked as he approached the group halfways with a few of the younger Brooklyn newsies.
"Yeah Spot. A 'Hattan newsie crossed our toif!"
"Not just any 'Hattan newsie! Jack Kelly's sistuh, Woozle!"
"Yeah!"
"Well whats ya doin'? Let duh goil go." Spot sighed in irritation and crossed his arms.
They threw Woozle towards him and she tripped but luckily, didn't fall.
"What 'appened to yous face?!" Spot asked in concern and gestured for her to sit down on a crate, she happily obliged.
"Yous boys roughed me up. Five against one isn't fair, don't ya think?" She replied and wiped the blood from her lip, wincing in pain.
"My boys did dat?" He asked and frowned.
"Who did dis ta 'er? Yous don't go hittin' a goil!" He snapped.
"Giganto did it!" They were all quick to point at the tallest boy.
"I's sorry Spot." He hung his head in defeat.
The sound of a punch was heard as Spot punched Giganto in the cheek.
"Don't ya evuh hurt a goil like dat again!" He threatened and looked at Woozle.
"I's so sorry for what my boys did ta ya. Are we good?" He asked.
"Yeah, we's good." she replied.
"So what brings you 'ere ta Brooklyn?" He questioned with a raised eyebrow.
"I uh, came ta ask a favuh of ya." She grinned.
"A favuh, huh? What kind?" He replied.
"Okay, this is going to be a long one."
"Go ahead." He sighed.
"Well, someone helped me do something an' they told me I couldn't tell anyone who helped me. When duh goils asked who helped me, I panicked an' said you helped me. Can you help me?" She explained with a pleading look.
"I don't think dats a good idea. I's got a image to protect. Dis king ain't got a goil." He crossed his arms.
"Please? I'll pay you!"
"I don't - How much?"
"50 cents."
"75."
"That's too-"
"You's usin' my name. 75."
"Deal." She sighed and handed him 75 cents.
"Dat's 75 a week. Got it?"
"Ya ya. Thanks for duh help." She trudged back to Manhattan,
"Pleasure doin' business." He smirked.
"Of course." She sighed and went home.
"I can't believe I stooped so low." She thought to herself. "I just got ripped off."
"Who ripped ya off?" A familiar voice spoke out of nowhere.
She looked around and who did she see leaning against a wall of a building as she made it into town?
That's right, Oscar Delancey.
"It's nothin'. Don't worry 'bout it." She told him and kept walking.
"I didn't say I was worryin'. Just… curious." He put his hands in his pocket as he walked towards her.
"Curiosity doesn't suit ya." She chuckled.
"Ya ya, I's got stuff ta do today." He sighed.
"And you's followin' me why?"
"Cuz I can. Dats why." He huffed in annoyance and went his separate way.
"He's….weird." She whispered to herself and went home.
