Rescue Me....

[Cowgirl]

Cowgirl sat on the floor in the back of the bunk room of the refuge, her hat pulled over her eyes slightly as her hair fell in a curtain around her pale face. She sat there hugging her knees to her chest as she sighed, she cringed slightly in pain as the cuts and bruises along her stomach began to sting. She hadn't done much wrong, all she did was start a fight with a few guys who said she couldn't handle herself, she tore them apart but of course the bulls came before she could get away. They got in their fair share of hits though and she was not in good condition at the moment.

It was dark outside now and it had been for a few hours, she was dying to get out, to where she could get her wounds cleaned and get some decent sleep, but she didn't even know if anyone realized she was gone. They could be sitting there thinking she just took off for the night, but maybe someone else would know better and come and rescue her from this hell. She felt sick and the pain wouldn't stop nagging at her. she could hear the young boys and girls around her whispering in concern, but she wouldn't look up, she wouldn't admit defeat, she was fighting back tears, but she would not admit she had lost.

[Freckles]

Once again Freckles was in the refuge for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, but this time when she was thrown into the room there was a girl who had blond hair. Freckles was thinking. At least I'm not alone.

Freckles went over to an unoccupied bunk, which was across from the girls bunk.

Freckles went over to the girl said "hi".

[Jordan Brody]

((Cowgirl no longer is active - and I don't think she will reply to this - so its just you and me, ok?))

Jordan coughed as the dust from a passing wagon stirred in the night around him. He glanced up, with his hand still over his mouth into the hazy darkness where faint lights were peeping out of windows that towered above him. He knew which one he would have to get to.

Every now and then, one of his newsies would do something stupid or get caught doing something they shouldn't or piss off an officer, and end up in The Refuge. Jordan knew it was his duty to get them out, even if he didn't really like them. But, it was what apart of being leader was; helping out your newsies. So, he waited for the wagon to pass by him before slipping quietly through the gate.

He trotted over to the side of the building and began to climb his way up it - grabbing onto the wrought iron window bars that were only inches away from each other. It was a criminal thing to do, locking children up in a "helping environment" but it was a prison.

He finally reached the fourth floor window and looked through it to see the familiar little brunette that belonged in Queens. Freckles was her name, he remembered vaguely. He quickly unscrewed the two bars on the left side that were often so loose, and made it so that it was now big enough for her to climb through.

"Come on.." he whispered to her, beckoning her out the window.

((You don't have to post as long as mine, but do try to post a bit longer than 5 sentences please. ))

[Freckles]

Freckles was standing at the window of the refuge looking out at the world.
Freckles herd the doorknob turn, and she quickly ran back to her bunk, if she didn't than Snyder would probably think that she was talking to someone, which she wasn't.

After Snyder left Freckles herd someone. Freckles went over to where it was coming from, which was the window. Freckles saw Jordan unscrewing the left bars just so that she could get threw.

"Come on.."

"I'm coming" said Freckles securing her hat and climbing over the window.

(( ok, and is that long enough??))

[Jordan Brody]

(You make it as long as you feel comfortable with - but it would be great if you really checked your spelling and grammar. )

"I'm coming"

Jordan helped her carefully crawl through the bars, and got a tight hold around her. He guided her feet down to the first bar, and then turned so that his back was to her;

"Get on my back.." he murmured. It was slightly indecent for a girl to be riding on a mans back, but it was the quickest and easiest way to get down, and lord know - he didn't want to fall.