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Post by Race on Dec 2, 2007 15:08:33 GMT -5
This....happened last night. Me an' Brooklyn decided to do a Newsies roleplay when the boys were in the ages of 6-9.lol. Race is 7,Jack is 8,Max Conlon is 8 and Spot is 7,Blink is 7. I think...oi. Well never mind here we go:
Anthony Higgins looked up at the Lodging House,he tilted his head to see if that improved the look of it..it didn't. He rearranged the bag on his back,that held his cards,a harmonica,and a change of clothes. And that was it. He shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled out the money for the boarding. His cousin,Benny, had told him to come here after he ran away from his dad.He stepped forward when the door burst open and something hit him, "WHADDA!" he yelled.
Jack Kelly turned around,his brown hair barely showing beneath a two sizes too big cowboy hat. He grinned and helped Anthony up, "You okay kid?" he asked.
"Who you callin' kid kid?" Anthony said,rubbing his head and grabbing his bag before the boy could notice it.
"you,dats who." Jack Kelly said,his speech was slightly impaired from two missing front teeth,giving him a homely look he looked around to be 8 years of age. He shifted the hat over to his back, "Names Kelly,Jack Kelly." he said,spitting in his palm.
Anthony stared at his hand, "Whaddya want me tah do wit dat?" he asked, "Shake it?" Jack put his hand down at that answer, "I'm Anthony Higgins," he said, staring at the gigantic gap in Jack Kelly's face, "An' I wanna be a Newsie!"
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Post by Brooklyn on Dec 2, 2007 15:18:53 GMT -5
Trey Parker was sitting in a corner, looking at the picture of his mother, all he had left of her. All he had left of his previous life really. Not that he didn't like it here at the lodging house...he just felt like he didn't fit in. He was very shy and secluded since she had died and the only person he would really talk to even a little was Jack. When he heard the other boy come in he looked up, hearing him say that his name was Anthony.
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Post by Race on Dec 2, 2007 15:27:12 GMT -5
Jack led Anthony over to Kloppman, "Kloppman!" he yelled,a slight lisp at the end.
"What?" Kloppman came from a side door behind the counter, he looked about middle-aged as he surveyed Anthony, "Why'd ya bring an Italian in heah? Dontcha know dey jip ya outta money," he said,winking at Anthony who glared.
Jack made a face, "Nah not him." he said, laughing, "He wants to be a Newsie." he handed a pen to Anthony, "Here, ya gotta sign da books an' give Kloppman ya money. every aftahnoon aftah sellin'. Ten cents 'a night. Ya get beddin', food, an' a roof ovah ya head."
Anthony signed,then hesitated,what if his dad came looking for him? "Uh..can I use a nickname?" he asked,Kloppman nodded, so he put down 'Racetrack' in untidy scrawl across one of the boxes.
"Where'd Racetrack come from?" Jack said,looking over his shoulder.
"I's always liked Sheepshead,thought I'd be pretty good at bettin' on da ponies." The now dubbed Racetrack said,following Jack up the stairs.He looked around as Jack led him over to the bunkunderneath Trey.
"Trey," Jack said, "Dis is Anth-Racetrack,he'll be below ya tonight."
"How ya doin'?" Racetrack said,sitting down.
Meanwhile:
"SPOT IF YA DON' QUIT ASKIN ME WHERE WE'S GOIN SO HELP ME!" Max Conlon yelled as they turned a corner. He was eight, his little brother seven and he hadn't shut up all the way from the orphanage. Max had broken them out the night before. He was looking for somewhere for them to sleep that night. He had a feeling Spot was getting a cold.
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Post by Brooklyn on Dec 2, 2007 15:44:35 GMT -5
"Hi," Trey said, shyly, putting his mother's picture underneath his pillow. He kept it there because it made him feel close to her.
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Spot shut up and followed Max. He sneezed and then coughed violently, sniffling.
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Post by Race on Dec 2, 2007 15:49:04 GMT -5
"So..."Racetrack said, "How long ya been a newsie?" he asked Trey,trying to get him to say something. he pulled his cards out and started shuffling them on impulse.
Max saw the Manhattan lodging house,and decided to stay there tonight,they'd head for the Brooklyn one in the morning. He gave Spot his slingshot, "Dere...go shoot an old lady 'a sumtin' while I get us lodgin's." he said. Going into the lodging house.
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Post by Brooklyn on Dec 2, 2007 15:52:45 GMT -5
"Uh..." Trey thought for a moment. "About four years." he said.
"Okay!" Spot grabbed the slingshot and ran off, picking up rocks on the way.
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Post by Race on Dec 2, 2007 15:59:15 GMT -5
"BUT DON' KILL ANYTHING!" Max yelled after him. "How much?" he asked Kloppman.
Race nodded,still shuffling,he wasn't good with awkward silences. His hand slipped and the cards went all over the floor, "Dang it.." he muttered,starting to pick them up.
Jack was watching what was going on downstairs,he watched the kid that had the little brother. Wondering who he was.He could tell they were from Brooklyn.Cause the one that was his age didn't act like an eight year old. He snuck up behind Skittery,pulling out his rope and trying his friend up, "GIMME YA MONEY!" he yelled. "I'M JESSE JAMES THE BANK ROBBAH!"
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Post by Brooklyn on Dec 2, 2007 16:12:49 GMT -5
Trey picked up a few that had went under the bed and handed them to Race.
"10 cents," Kloppman said, then shook his head at Jack laughing a little. "Let him go..."
Spot walked around looking for someone or something to shoot when he saw two older boys coming toward him. He could tell by the looks on their faces that they were bad news so he whipped out his cane. "Back off!" he yelled, glaring at them. One of them held him while the other one punched. He dug his heel into the one holding him, Morris's shin. Morris let him go and he punched the other one, Oscar, in the stomach. Spot had never been one to turn down a fight...he liked the thrill it gave him.
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Post by Race on Dec 2, 2007 16:26:17 GMT -5
Max gave him twenty cents,thinking that was alot, "I got a little bruddah somewheres." he said, "SPOT!" he yelled out the door, "GET YA BUTT IN HEAH!"
"But but but..." Jack pouted," I WANNA ROPE SOMETHING!"
"Thanks." Race said, "Say...da you play cards?" he asked,hoping he said yes.
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Post by Brooklyn on Dec 2, 2007 16:34:26 GMT -5
The two boys had gotten up and charged back toward Spot, cornering him. He fended them off with his cane, then heard Max call him. "See ya later boys." he said, crawling under Oscar's legs and getting up and running back to Max with his shiner.
Trey shrugged. "A little."
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Post by Race on Dec 2, 2007 16:40:34 GMT -5
"Well whaddya play?" Race asked.He was bored and figured he could get more out of this kid by playing cards with him.
Max saw the shiner "Whad ya do dis time?" he asked.
Jack let Skittery go,and attacked Snipeshooter with the rope.
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Post by Brooklyn on Dec 2, 2007 16:48:59 GMT -5
"Um..anything really." Trey said.
"Nuttin'..." Spot said. "Couple a' guys about your age lookin' for a fight." He put his cane away and searched for his slingshot. "NO! I dropped my slingshot!' he bolted for the door.
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Post by Race on Dec 2, 2007 16:54:24 GMT -5
Max held it up, "watch ya pockets kid." he said,throwing the blessed slingshot at his little brother.He led him up the stairs into the bunkroom.
Race nodded, "Ya know Rummy?" he asked.
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Post by Brooklyn on Dec 2, 2007 16:59:47 GMT -5
Spot caught the slingshot and put it in his pocket, following his brother up the stairs. He saw Jack with Snipes tied up and walked over to him. "Whatcha doin'?"
"Yeah," Trey said.
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Post by Race on Dec 2, 2007 17:01:16 GMT -5
"I'ma Cowboy!" Jack said, "Snipes is my cow"
"Will ya play me" Race asked.
Max looked around,not seeing Spot "SPOT?!" he yelled,he'd lost the midget again..
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