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Post by Jez on May 12, 2008 14:14:01 GMT -5
((One of Mikes charries))
Something small whizzed past Jez's ear. She ducked behind a mountain of crates, knowing full well that she was being ambushed. The bigger Newsboys enjoyed tormenting poor little Jez. They would corner her like this, on one of the docks, and start shooting marbles and whatever else they could find at her. Sometimes she just loathed them.
Situating herself so that she was in a good position to shoot and not get shot, she picked up an old nail off the wooden planks of the dock, loaded it into her slingshot, aimed, and fired. She grinned as it hit one of the boys right between the eyes. She was a good shot, especially after practicing forever so that she could get the Brooklyn Newsies approval. She fired a few more, each one of the items hitting one of newsies somewhere, and began to crawl away.
She rolled a little ways away, (they were still firing at the crates) and got up. She started to run, looking over her shoulder to make sure that they hadn't seen her, and when she looked back, she was careening very dangerously near the edge of the dock. There was also someone standing there, and her path was blocked with more crates. Before she was able to comprehend her situation and skid to a stop, she had hurtled into the person, and they had both gone tumbling into the greenish, cold water.
((Short. Blah.))
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on May 12, 2008 14:32:43 GMT -5
Walking through Brooklyn could really bring a person down. It was not the most uplifting place in the world. Trash was everywhere and they place stunk. You could see homeless kids lying in alley's while the bulls and richies walked by. It was actually very depressing. Mike was used to it though, and kept his gaze ahead of him as he strolled down the street with his hands shoved in his pockets.
He was here on business with Daphne. They were supposed to meet and she was going to update him on Brooklyn. She said she might be a little late, which was fine for Mike because he was never on time. In fact, he rarely showed up for meetings. It was Mike's way of showing who was in charge. If he couldn't make it, then you would work your life around it. When Mike needed you, you would stop what you were doing and would go to him. That was how he worked and if you didn't like it, well to bad.
Luckily for him, the newsies were pretty much done selling. Mike was relieved, because now he didn't have to avoid them. It was beyond Mike why Daphne chose to meet in Brooklyn, but it was partly his fault because he left it up to her. But getting through Brooklyn without getting jumped or confronted was very difficult for Mike. Ah, the down falls of being the bad guy...
Mike could sense the newsies tension. They were getting nervous. He could tell. Every time they met or ran across each other, they would automatically put up their guard. What if Mike wanted to talk? But, no, they had to suspect the worst. Yeah, Mike had them right where he wanted them.
Mike arrived at the docks, avoiding the newsies. He snook behind a few docks, while keeping his eyes on them. They were in the dock opposite of him. As he stood and watched them, Mike failed to pay attention to his surroundings. A small body suddenly ran into him, knocking them both into the water. The suddenness of the fall caused Mike to inhale deeply, filling his lungs with water. His arms and legs flared widely as he swam to the surface. He came out of the water, sputtering and coughing.
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Post by Jez on May 12, 2008 15:16:56 GMT -5
Jez felt the icy water cover her like she had been plunged into a cold dark room with no air. She quickly brought herself up to the surface after untangling her limbs with the other humans, and wiped a hand across her now, ironically, clean face. She glanced to her left and saw another head pop up out of the water.
"What the hell were you doing standing in my way?!" she yelled ferociously, sending a very large splash straight at, what she now could see, was a young man. Of course, she knew she may be asking for it by screaming at him like that - but she was sure she could out swim, and out run him if need be.
All the splashing and yelling seemed to have drawn the other newsies to them, as they began congregating around the area where Jez and the other guy had fallen. Jez was infuriated with them by now, and was about ready to holler herself hoarse.
"Fuck off you Idiots!" she screamed, spitting water out in the process. As she made her way to the dock, she used the young man in the water to push herself off, thus kicking him, hard.
((Yuuucckk...Short. Brain Failure.))
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on May 12, 2008 15:33:47 GMT -5
"What the hell were you doing standing in my way?!"
The splash was not expected and the water entered Mike's mouth and eyes. Closing his eyes tightly, Mike cursed. "What the hell am I doing?!?! What the hell are you doing running and not looking where your going?!?" He splashed her. Mike suddenly realized how childish they were acting. But she started it...
Mike thanked his lucky stars that none of the Brooklyn boys recognized him. They were probably to distracted with the yelling girl. Mike glanced over at her and smirked. She sure had a mouth on her. As Mike watched her, he realized how pretty she was. And with her eye blazing and her mouth running, she was even more attractive.
She suddenly decided to use Mike as a human ladder. He groaned as she stepped on him. Oh, hell no... There was no way she was getting in the last word. Mike growled and lunged for her foot, hoping to pull her back into the water with him. She had some explaining to do.
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Post by Jez on May 13, 2008 4:17:09 GMT -5
"What the hell am I doing?!?! What the hell are you doing running and not looking where your going?!?"
Jez completely ignored him, focusing more on making her way out of the water and away from her attackers and victim. She didn't make it far though, because the young man that had been in her way had pulled her back. She lurched as he grabbed her foot and tried to pull her foot back, but he was obviously a bit stronger than her. She cursed and swung her body around as well as she could in the water, with her fist outstretched, ready to whack whatever happened in her way.
Her fist made contact with something, and she was satisfied for the time being. Jez started to struggle and squirm around in an attempt to loosen her foot from his hold. She knew that eventually she would tire out from having to tread water in order not to drown and have to grab onto something to keep herself up.
Even though she was tough, she was still a girl, and it was scientifically proven that girls were just not as strong and did not have as much endurance as boys. Oh how she wished she were a boy sometimes. Knowing that she had to do something, Jez stiffened in an attempt to look pleasant.
"What do you want?" she asked haltingly through gritted teeth.
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on May 13, 2008 11:43:59 GMT -5
A fist came in contact with his face and Mike guessed it was from the girl. It was a pretty good punch and it stung. Mike guessed he would have a shiner in the morning. She started to struggle, obviously not happy with the predicament she was in. Mike gladly let go of her foot, not wanting to be kicked in the face. "What do you want?"Mike raised his eyebrows at the girl. Why was she so nasty? She must be from Brooklyn, Mike decided. For some reason, people from Brooklyn were just not very nice. They pushed and shoved and cursed and just all around were mean people. Instead of being upset at the girl, Mike decided to tease her. "Well, first off, I wanna know why your so rude. But..." Mike swam closer to her and winked at her suggestively. "We can forget about that, if ya want." Flirting was a specialty of Mike's. He liked it when girls flirted back, but he especially liked it when they didn't flirt. It was entertaining to him when the girls got nervous or got upset. When this happened, it made him feel even more like the bad guy. He wondered how this girl from Brooklyn would respond. {Yuck. Brain fart.  } |
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Post by Jez on May 14, 2008 1:41:24 GMT -5
"Well, first off, I wanna know why your so rude. But..."
Rude..? Psh... She was being polite to this ass hole. As he swam closer, she didn't budge. She didn't want him to think that she was afraid. That was an unspoken law in Brooklyn. Brooklyners aren't afraid of anything.
"We can forget about that, if ya want."
Jez raised an eyebrow at his playful gander. He sure liked things to move quickly. She swam closer until her face was inches from his. "Well, if thats all you want - then thats what you'll get." she stated firmly. She pulled him to her and kissed him hard on the mouth. Pulling away after a few seconds, she pushed him, hard, and turned to begin to swim away again to the sounds of whistles and catcalling.
She stopped swimming, and scowled at them. There were about a million insults she could think of hurling at them, but she didn't. Instead, she turned around and looked over who she had just kissed. He was dark, handsome, now wet - pretty much everything a girl liked in a man. But there was something else...There had been something in his tone that she recognized.
Greaser.
"YOU!" she screamed, and then added, "GREASER!" "What the hell are you doing here?!" she asked horrified. He was on the Newsies of New York's top 5 list to stay away from, and she had just given him an award winning kiss. Oh dear lord... Her stomach began to churn at the thought of what Spot would think after all of the newsies that had witnessed this spectacle told him what she had done.
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on May 14, 2008 12:06:15 GMT -5
"Well, if thats all you want - then thats what you'll get."
He was pulled toward her and her lips collided with his. He wasn't expecting this, but kissed her back. Something about it wasn't right; it wasn't genuine. They were flirting, but seconds ago they were screaming at each other. What was going on? She pulled away and they both caught their breath. Mike suddenly heard catcalls and whistles.
He glanced up and found many of the Brooklyn newsies watching. At first, Mike panicked. They would be on him in a minute; but they didn't seem to recognize him, which Mike was thankful for. But even if they did recognize him, Mike realized he could use this to his advantage. What would Colon think of one of his own kissing the enemy. Mike smirked and turned back to the girl.
She was swimming away, but then turned around. "YOU!" she screamed, and then added, "GREASER!" "What the hell are you doing here?!" She obviously knew he was. Mike didn't remember her as one of the newsies he had fought with years ago, but all the same she was blowing his cover.
Mike glanced up at the newsies and then back at her. Quickly he swam toward her and chuckled loudly. "Oh, sweetie, I think you have me mistaken for someone else." The word sweetie sound so weird coming from his mouth, especially after he tried to disguise his English accent. He arrived at her side and sneered. "Would you shut up?!? You're gonna get us both killed!" His back was to the newsies and he wondered if they recognized him.
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Post by Jez on May 14, 2008 15:16:27 GMT -5
"Oh, sweetie, I think you have me mistaken for someone else."
Jez was about to scream in protest when he said something else;
"Would you shut up?!? You're gonna get us both killed!"
Jez sneered back at him, narrowing her eyes in the unspoken agreement. She could do one of two things; keep ranting and perhaps get herself drowned by Greaser, or she could play along and risk her reputation and neck with everyone else. It seemed to be a lose-lose situation.
"Fine." she hissed under her breath. Then, rolling her eyes she exclaimed in a loud obnoxious voice, "OH! COUSIN MARTY! I HARDLY RECOGNIZED YOU.." then, realizing that he may have to reply back to get the other newsies convinced of their charade, she whispered under her breath, "Name's Jez."
Continuing her loud remarks, Jez went on, "We should get out of this water and catch up, huh?" she asked loudly, not even looking at him. She turned back towards the dock and began to make her way over and on to it. She hoisted herself, heavy with water, out of the murky Brooklyn liquid, and plopped herself down on a crate. She took off her shoes and and socks and wrung them out.
"My hat!" she exclaimed suddenly after realizing her hat was no longer on her head. Looking out, she saw it was still in the water, floating like some fermented version of a water lily.
"Could you...?" she motioned to Mike, pointing towards her hat.
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on May 17, 2008 22:49:33 GMT -5
"Fine.
Mike gave her a look that clearly said good choice. They had started off badly, true, but they would have to learn to get along for a few seconds in the hopes of saving their own hides. If either of them got caught by the Brooklyn newsies, they both would be in seriously trouble. Mike would be soaked because he was Mike. Jez would be soaked for kissing Mike. Either way, they both were in a lot of trouble.
"OH! COUSIN MARTY! I HARDLY RECOGNIZED YOU.."
Mike narrowed his eyes, matching her annoyed expression. It wasn't like he was enjoying this anymore than she was. Here Mike was, pretending to be an annoying girls cousin. Wait, cousin? A few murmurs came from the crowd of newsies on the docks. "She made out with her cousin?" "Ew, that is sick." "They looked like they were lovers..." Mike rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to Jez.
"Explain that..." They were both dead for sure. Mike could hold his own, and he had no doubt that Jez could as well; but Brooklyn newsies were known for their dirty fighting. Two against twenty was a dying cause. Mike was sure they were dead, but excepted it.
"We should get out of this water and catch up, huh?"
Mike rolled his eyes, but followed her to the docks willingly. However, he stayed in the water as she hoisted herself up. If she wanted to throw herself into the hungry arms of the Brooklyn newsies, then she could. Mike would wait for his soaking. She began to take of the unnecessary articles of clothing, ringing them out. Mike sat and watched, waiting for the Brooklyn newsies to do something.
"Could you...?"
Mike followed her finger, letting his gaze rest upon her hat. Mike nodded absently and dog paddled over to her hat. He grabbed it and then chucked it at her, hoping to hit her in the head. Lord knows she deserved it...
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