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Post by marks on Apr 14, 2008 17:57:58 GMT -5
Mark was walking threw the streets of Brooklyn. A rich looking man walked by and Mark reached his hand into the man's pocket and took the wallet. "Another dollar," said Mark to no one special. He continued to walk hoping the man didn't notice.
He soon saw a little newsie and stopped to get a newspaper. "Anything good?" he asked the newsie as he reached into his pocket. about to pull out a penny.
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Post by Dreamer on Apr 14, 2008 22:27:08 GMT -5
Dreamer was once again selling alone, and this time it was in Brooklyn. She heard things about Brooklyn and had been advised to stay away from it.
Being a very timid, shy, and quiet person, Dreamer would usually take the advice to heart.
But also being a very curious person, Dreamer had gone to Brooklyn anyway.
Nothing was good in the paper. Just some stupid headline about who-knows-what. Dreamer sighed as she read the paper, sitting on a bench outside a grocery store next to an apple stand, to which she glared at, remembering how stealing one out of hunger almost got her in trouble. She shook her head, ridding herself of the memory, and tried to see if there was an interesting article in the paper on that day.
Nothing
And, even worse, but nothing new, Dreamer had not sold one single paper.
"Anything good?"
Dreamer looked up shyly, but almost eagerly as she finally got a customer. But there was something about him that didn't make her feel comfortable. His whole appearance set her off.
But then again, that's how Dreamer was with all strangers.
Before she answered, Dreamer remembered what Racetrack had told her to do recenty when the headline wasn't very good.
Lie.
Dreamer never liked lying, but then again, she never liked it when she didn't have any money to buy food either.
"Uh..."she stuttered, averting her eyes from the stranger. "Yeah. There's a, um, there was a bank robbery down at Wall St. in Manhatten last night. A real big one too. Nearly all the money is gone,"
Dreamer reached for a paper under her arm as she saw the man reach into his pocket to pull out a penny. She held it out to him politely as she waited to be paid.
She really hoped he didn't notice that she lied about the headline...
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Post by marks on Apr 15, 2008 16:47:55 GMT -5
"A bank robbery? Really?" he asked "You must think of a better lie than that." said Mark tossing the girl a penny and taking the paper. "Lying isn't that hard really. All you have to do is have a good imagination." said Mark smirking.
"Don' worry kid you'll get use to it." he said looking at the real head line saying "New Bank Open" Mark rolled his eyes, this girl needed help with her lying skills. Hopefully she'll find someone to help her.
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Post by Dreamer on Apr 15, 2008 20:09:50 GMT -5
"A bank robbery? Really?" he asked "You must think of a better lie than that."
Dreamer was confused. She didn't understand it at all. She just lied to a customer about the headline for a measly penny...And he was giving her advice on how to lie better?...Didn't he just realize that he could've just had his money scammed by a kid like her?
All that seemed to not matter anymore. As soon as the man took out the money he owed for the paper he was buying, and tossed it after taking the paper she was holding out to him, she caught it in her hands, and looked at it. It looked brand new and shiny. Something that would catch the eye of any newsie or theif.
"Thank you," she said softly, looking up at the stranger, thankful for his compassion.
"Lying isn't that hard really. All you have to do is have a good imagination."
Dreamer sighed as she put the penny in her pocket.
"I know it's not hard," she replied, looking back down at the cement floor. "It's just...I don't like the idea of lying to people to get money. It seems cruel. But I don't have any choice, really. I mean, I really hate going to the other newsies to buy me food when I don't sell anything. It kind of makes me feel like I'm being a burden on them, you know?"
"Don' worry kid you'll get use to it."
Dreamer had now realized the real headline on the front page of one of her other newspapers as the man started reading his. She felt like a complete idiot! The headline was "New Bank Open". She groaned to herself.
"Great," she mummbled under her breath. "If Cowboy saw me selling like this, he'd be embarassed to have me in Manhatten,"
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Post by marks on Apr 16, 2008 20:37:12 GMT -5
"It's just...I don't like the idea of lying to people to get money. It seems cruel. But I don't have any choice, really. I mean, I really hate going to the other newsies to buy me food when I don't sell anything. It kind of makes me feel like I'm being a burden on them, you know?"
"Hey ya look like an angle, angles ain't supouse to lie. An it is kinda cruel but as long as ya get some money in ya pocket doesn't really matter that much." He said flipping threw the paper. Mary where are you? he thought to himself.
"If Cowboy saw me selling like this, he'd be embarassed to have me in Manhatten,"
Cowboy my old nickname thought Mark and laughed. "Manhatten, guess ya Francis' newsie." he said "Do ya know anyone by the name Mary Sullivan?" asked Mark hoping the girl has.
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Post by Dreamer on Apr 16, 2008 22:26:57 GMT -5
"Hey ya look like an angle, angles ain't supouse to lie. An it is kinda cruel but as long as ya get some money in ya pocket doesn't really matter that much."
Dreamer blushed a little, feeling good about the angel compliment. But then she thought about what he said about the money thing.
"I respect your opinion," she said like a grown up. "But I always feel guilty if I have money in my pocket that wasn't really earned, if you know what I mean,"
"Manhatten, guess ya Francis' newsie."
Dreamer furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I don't think there's anyone in Manhatten named Francis. But yes, I do belong in Manhatten, but with Jack Kelly's newsies,"
"Do ya know anyone by the name Mary Sullivan?"
Dreamer shook her head.
"I'm sorry," she apologized. "I don't. But maybe Jack knows. Is she a newsie? Do you know..."
Dreamer stopped right there. Thinking a bit, she found that it probably wasn't a good idea to be telling strangers about the newsies. She never really spoke to Jack that much, but she heard how much he liked privacy, plus about the two boys he got angry at all because they were dating Jinks, his younger sister. She looked back down at the floor.
"I probably shouldn't--I mean--" she stuttered. "Igottago,"
Dreamer got up from her seat, but managed to trip over her own feet, spilling her papers all over the sidewalk and curb, getting a bit wet. She sighed to herself as she sat herself on her knees and picking up a wet newspaper, ink running down the transparent pages and getting on her hands.
"Great," she said to herself.
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Post by marks on Apr 17, 2008 16:55:59 GMT -5
"I'm sorry," she said. "I don't think there's anyone in Manhatten named Francis. But yes, I do belong in Manhatten, but with Jack Kelly's newsies,"
"Yea," he said rolling his eyes at her. "Francis Sullivan is Jack Kelly." said Mark My son needs to know there's nothing bad about being a Sullivan thought Mark and rolled his eyes again.
I don't. But maybe Jack knows. Is she a newsie? Do you know..."
"Of course Francis should know who she is she's his sister." said Mark "Wait, she's not in Manhattan?" he asked "They didn't stick together?" he said angerly.
"Igottago,"
He saw the girl run away and then tripping "Ow" mumbled Mark and ran over to her helping her up. "You okay there girly?" he asked pulling her up. "Ah looks like your papers are ruin. Here," he said taking out the wallet that he stole earlier, "This should be enough," he said giving her a couple dollars.
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Post by Dreamer on Apr 17, 2008 17:29:38 GMT -5
Dreamer kind of gasped when she felt the man help her up on her feet. It took her by suprise a bit.
"You okay there girly?"
"I'm fine," Dreamer looked down at the ground. "Thanks"
"This should be enough,"
Dreamer looked up a bit to find the man giving her a few dollars. She got a little suspicious. This guy didn't look like he would have a few dollars on him.
"No, that's all right," she shook her head. "You don't have to give me anything,"
She noticed the wallet he had with him and realized how much money there was in there.
"That's a lot of money in there," she said with a curious tone in her voice. "How did you...Sorry, it's really none of my business,"
"Francis Sullivan is Jack Kelly."
"...I'm sorry," Dreamer said softly. "I think you have Jack confused for someone else,"
"Of course Francis should know who she is she's his sister."
"But I don't know anyone named Mary Sullivan," Dreamer replied in a quiet voice.
"Wait, she's not in Manhattan?" he asked "They didn't stick together?" he said angerly.
Instinctively, Dreamer took off running. She was confused. What was going on? Why did that guy even start talking to her anyway?
She hated it when she got yelled at, especially by strangers. Who was this Francis or Mary Sullivan the guy kept talking about? Why did he think that Jack was Francis?
Dreamer managed to run into an alley, looked around, and between a dumpster and rusty metal trash can, keeping her knees hugged to her chest, hoping no one would find her.
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Post by marks on May 5, 2008 20:57:23 GMT -5
"You don't have to give me anything,"
"No don' be silly," said Mark "You lost your papers," he added "Just take the money," he said taking out her hand and placing the money in it.
"That's a lot of money in there," "How did you...Sorry, it's really none of my business,"
"Yea it's none of your business," he said and put away the wallet. What was with this girl, just looking in a man's wallet? Who does that?
Soon the girl ran off, "Wait," he yelled "Damn it," he mumbled and ran after her, she was his only hope of finding his daughter. He stopped out side of an alley, "Kid listen," he started "I didn't mean to yell at you but I'm kind of up set by losing my daughter." said Mark trying to ketch his breath, oh how he hated to run.
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Post by Dreamer on May 6, 2008 12:16:57 GMT -5
"Kid listen," he started "I didn't mean to yell at you but I'm kind of up set by losing my daughter."
Dreamer caught her breath. Dang it! He found her! She kept herself hidden more behind the dumpster and thought about her next move. Why was this guy so interested in Jack? Who was this Mary Sullivan?
Nobody ever told anyone else their real names. More than likely for a reason.
Before she could stop herself, she let her voice be heard.
"Will you promise not to yell at me if I try to help you out?" she asked
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