An unfortunate mishap

[Morgan Chase]

A nice walk in the cool summer evening was just the type of remedy for writers block. Morgan had been walking for hours, and had eventually found herself in the depths of Brooklyn, along a creek that looked just deep enough to swim in.

Although the weather permitted swimming, the dank water was not the most pleasant place to do so. Morgan's mind wandered to her father, always saying that she should keep up with her running and stay in shape like she did as a child. She glanced around - No one was near or watching. She picked up her skirts, and began jogging slowly at first, but then let it turn into a brisk run. Though it was rather difficult with a dress, she was still working the right muscles.

She heard a crash to her left, on the opposite side as the river, and saw a figure come barreling through some trash cans. They were at a top speed, and so was Morgan, and neither had enough time to stop. The figure slammed right into Morgan's side, and they both went tumbling down the muddy bank and into the frigid water below.

Morgan came up out of the water, grateful to find that she could touch the bottom. "Ow.." she sputtered, lifting her arm out of the water to reveal a nice long cut that she must have acquired on her way down the bank in the tangle of the other person.

[Dreamer]

Dreamer walked in Brooklyn alone. Again. It was usual for her. People knew she would wander away from a group and keep on wandering until she was in a different borough. She slowly walked along the Brooklyn river, savoring the warm wind in the summer night along her skin. She had a good day of selling papers today, and had enough to buy herself an ice-cream sundae down at Tibby's. She loved ice-cream sundaes. She rarely had one before she came up in Manhatten. Now she had them at least once a week, normally on Friday.

Everyone else was either at a poker game, hanging out at Tibby's, or selling the Late Edition for the New York World. Dreamer never really sold the Late Edition. When night comes around the city, Dreamer wanted to spend the peaceful hours just dreaming. Her head in the dark clouds and soaring with the moon, Dreamer felt that, in her dreams, she was unstoppable. She wasn't they shy, scared, timid, and quiet Dreamer many newsies knew her as. She was the Unstoppable Dreamer.

Smiling a bit, she twirled around, pretending she was sword-fighting with an imaginary foe as the Unstoppable Dreamer. She would let out the occasional "Ha!" and "Whoa!" as if she were parrying with her imaginary foe. She had fun. It was a good game to her.

The mistake that Dreamer made in her game was that she leapt forward, to try and stick her arm out as if stabbing her imaginary foe, so that she could cheer in triumph that she had won her little duel. Unfortunetly, Dreamer could be a very clumsy person at times. Tumbling a bit on one foot, she finally toppled to the side, crashing into some smelly trash-cans that might've had some nasty week-old fish-heads in them from the Market. She tumbled along the concrete slope that were near the harbor and that cold, muddy bank. She bounced a few times, before catching her feet, and trying to plant them to the ground to get her balance back

Didn't work.

She ended up slamming into someone, sending both of them into the cold water of Newtons Creek.

She came up to the surface, coughing a sputtering, finding a few drops of blood on her fingers from a cut on her cheek when she felt it. It must've come from the tumble.

"Ow.."

Dreamer looked across from her, finding a blonde haired woman looking at a nasty cut on her arm. Dreamer waded in the water, mouth gaped open, trying to find the words to say something.

She finally found her quiet voice, and started babbling nonsense.

"Ohmygoodness," she started talking at lightning speed. "Iamsosososososorry. Areyouallright? Ididn'tmeantohurtyou. Iamsoverysorry.Doyouneedhelp?Ifthere'sanythingIcando--"

Dreamer stopped, realizing how stupid she was acting, and shyly looked down at the water

"Sorry," she timidly said

[Morgan Chase]

"Ohmygoodness," "Iamsosososososorry. Areyouallright? Ididn'tmeantohurtyou. Iamsoverysorry.Doyouneedhelp?Ifthere'sanythingIcando--""Sorry,"

Morgan stared at the girl, mouth slightly agape at the concern that was being shown to her. Generally, even if it was that one persons fault, people would get quite angry and bitter to something happening like this. Morgan smiled, knowing she would like this girl. She was about to say something, when the most foul taste came into her mouth and she bit down on something rather questionable. She coughed, and spit into the mucky water. She had swallowed a good deal of the murky mess, and was now tasting the side effects of it.

"It's really no big deal..." Morgan started, wiping her now very strewn blonde hair out of her face. Her British accent was always strongest when she was under stress, pain, or uncomfortable - and at this moment, it was quite thick.. Her arm hurt a bit, but it was only a cut. "Oh your bleeding!" she exclaimed as she noticed the girl had a cut on her cheek.

She waded over to her, her skirts heavy against her as the tide of the creek tried to sweep them with it. Her feet squished against some most unpleasant things, and she was sure she felt a bottle or two crunch under her feet.

She held out her now ridiculously dirty hand to the girl, and smiled broadly. "My name is Morgan Chase. Reporter for the New York World." she said far too cheerfully for the present circumstance.

((Gotta go. See ya later! ))

[Dreamer]

When Dreamer saw that the girl was about to say something and started coughing, she got concerned.

"What's the ma--" she asked

Something got caught in Dreamer's throat, and pretty soon started coughing too. Spitting out the dirty water she had swallowed, like the blonde woman had too, she realized that must've been the reason for their sudden cough attacks

"It's really no big deal..."

"Are you sure?"

"Oh your bleeding!"

Dreamer shrugged.

"It's all right," she said wiping a bit of blood away from her face. "It's not bothering me much. I'll be fine,"

"My name is Morgan Chase. Reporter for the New York World."

Dreamer put her hand in Morgan Chase's hand, and shook it, not at all uncomfortable with the idea of shaking hands with someone of a class higher than hers

"Dreamer," she said, and then smiled. "Newsie for the New York World,"

[Morgan Chase]

"Are you sure?"

Morgan nodded, glancing once more at the long scratch, and then averting her eyes back to the girl. At that moment, she suddenly felt the urge to laugh at the ridiculous state that she now found herself in, but refrained.

"It's all right," "It's not bothering me much. I'll be fine,"

Morgan nodded sheepishly again, and said, "Well, maybe we aught to head on up the bank and try to remove this wretched muck from ourselves, eh?" she asked grinning. She held her arms above the water and grimaced as a trail of unidentifiable muck and slime slid off her arm and straight into the water.

"Dreamer," "Newsie for the New York World,"

Morgan grinned broadly and said, "How nice! A co-worker!"
She knew from experience that newsies felt more important when they were compared to, or noted as in association with a person of higher status, and she had taken a liking to this girl immediately, feeling the need to give her that dignity. She would treat her as her equal, as she did with all other newsies (unless they pissed her off).

[Dreamer]

"Well, maybe we aught to head on up the bank and try to remove this wretched muck from ourselves, eh?"

Dreamer laughed a bit.

"Yeah," she held out her muddy arms too. "I guess we should. Besides, we'd probably catch a cold out here if we stay like this,"

They moved toward the edge of the creek, each step they took weighing heavily on them. They were caked all over with mud so thick, it was even work to lift their arms. It may have been easy to lift them in the water, but gravity had its price when it came to land.

"Goodness," Dreamer exclaimed softly. "I feel like I'm carrying all of the Manhatten newsies papers at once,"