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Post by SlingShot on Feb 18, 2008 12:49:25 GMT -5
The wind wasn't as strong today as the last few days, which made Sling really, really happy. Wind only resulted in her hat constantly being in danger of being blown off of her head. And she always tried to keep her hair hidden. It was easier to be a boy in Brooklyn than it was to be a girl. Especially if you were a newsie. She stepped onto the docks, waving and smiling at some of the younger kids who were playing near the water.
She walked out to the end of the dock, standing on the edge with a small smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. Brooklyn was her home, and she loved it more than she could possibly describe to anyone. After a moment, she smiled, pulling her hat off of her head, letting her hair loose into the breeze. She stuffed the hat into her back pocket and just stood for a moment, closing her eyes and just listening for a moment.
She opened her eyes at the shrieks of some of the little kids, turning her head slightly to see what it was all about. They were splashing each other and wrestling in their play, laughing and yelling. Sling grinned. She could remember very well when she was that young and living with the newsies in Brooklyn. She'd engaged in the very same sort of play until they were all dragged inside and forced to stop beating the tar out of each other.
She sat, dangling her legs over the dock and looking out at the water. The sun wasn't too hot, but it wasn't cold. It was just warm. And there was just enough breeze for it to be comfortable, but not windy. It was one of those perfect days that just made her want to freeze time. She could stay here forever, if only that was an option. |
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Post by spotconlon on Feb 18, 2008 13:25:01 GMT -5
Spot was having a very mediocre day. He wasn't feeling particularly keen on much of anything--selling papers had been a drag, and he'd had to sell late in order to get all of the first edition out. The second edition had come too soon, and he'd had to sell his excesses from the morning amongst the afternoon papers. It wasn't a very honest thing to do, but he was just trying to make a living like everyone else. Second edition headlines--providing that they were better than the first-- would be shouted, even if he still gave the man or woman who was purchasing it the first edition.
Grumbling something he made his way up onto the docks, seeing a few familiar faces. He shouted a few gruff greetings to whomever was shouting to him, and saw a familiar face perched on the edge of the dock. Winds were low, but Spot was feeling a bit cruel today. If the winds wouldn't do it, he would.
Leaning over quietly he snatched her hat off, sticking it in the band on his suspenders. "Tryin' teh hide yerself, I see?" he asked, grinning a bit as he leaned against one of the support beams. She'd chosen a nice spot for herself, and he took the liberty of sharing it without her consent. "Good choice, by the way." He paused, frowning. "Not aboutcher hat, about the place youse sitting. Not hot over heah."
He took his own hat off and wiped his forehead with his forearm. Beads of sweat had begun to form on his face, to his demise. It was summer, so naturally it was hot--but even still, it was unpleasant. If he wanted to sweat a lot he'd work in the steel mills. Didn't pay much better, but it was hot as hell.
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