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Post by Jinks on Mar 9, 2008 16:14:14 GMT -5
Jinks walked into the Pub and sat down on the stool. The owner of the Pub didn't care how old you are he would just give you what ever you wanted as long as you didn't steel any thing or cause any trouble. She ordered a Whiskey and waited for it go come.
"Life is a blackhole sucking me in." said Jinks and took a sip of her Whiskey. She came here once every week. Her brother didn't know, nor did her newsies. She once got drunk but that was just once. Her newsies didn't find out she didn't get back home until the morning after. They where worried about her but not enough to looking for her.
She took another sip and looked at all the people in the pub today. It was only five o'clock so it wasn't as bussy as it is at seven. She looked back to her glass and stayed quiet. You never know when there is a cop around.
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on Apr 19, 2008 22:46:57 GMT -5
The air in the pub was filled with the scent of smoke, and alcohol. Not that Mike minded these smells, no not at all, it was just over pungent. The scents were almost relaxing, taking away all of his worries, helping him think. He stared at the damp counter in front of him; the idiotic bartender thought the counter needed to be washed every ten to fifteen seconds. He was perched on a barstool, shoulders slouched, and a cup with saturation running down it in his hand. He glared at the bartender once he was done with his now routinely counter clean. He took a sip of his whiskey, thinking about how England drinks were better than New York's. The drinks he had in England were much stronger than the one he was drinking now, and he needed the strength of the drink. He needed it horribly. He propped his elbow on the counter that was slowly drying, but would be wet again because the bartender was coming back over. He put his hand on his elbow, thinking.
Such a feeling of evil inside
He thought about his plan, he couldn't do it alone, that's for sure. But he couldn't ask for help of the people he once knew, that's just common sense. Unless...he manipulated them, that was a plan just by itself. Manipulation could work, but it would be tricky. Then again, he had to look at who he was dealing with. Jack Kelly and his newsies, that itself didn't say much. Mike was probably smarter in just one section of his mind than all of them put together. Even though that was just an exaggeration of his anger and hatred towards them it got his point across. Now, back to the plan. He could get some of the younger, more naïve newsies to join him. But the younger ones weren't good for anything, they were just pests and buggers. That, was what they were good for. He would have to take the road of manipulation, unless a better plan came. He fixed his gaze to his drink, the saturation was running into each other...which gave him an idea. What if he turned the newsies against each other? It was brilliant, but like the manipulation route, it would be tricky. It would inquire some manipulation, but Mike knew he could do it. He just knew it. He traced a ring around his glass, thinking about how much of a pity it was he hasn't been recognized yet. Such a pity, nobody knew his name. He cocked an eyebrow and grinned evilly. He would make sure that nobody ever forgets Mike D. Greaser again. Did they think he would just disappear? Ha. Never.
It's the feeling of being alive, filled with evil but truly alive
That was a word that described how he felt, alive. He felt more alive than ever, adrenaline was pumping through his veins. Just the thought of taking hold of Manhattan made his blood start pumping, achieving revenge made his heart beat faster. He had to do something to calm him down, even though this feeling couldn't be beat. He glanced over, his eyes nearly popping out at what he saw. It looked like the female version Jack Kelly. He had to do a double take, Jack Kelly had a sister? He never knew that, than again all he knew was that Jack was the leader of Manhattan. The borough he wanted the most. He gazed at her, it was uncanny how much she looked like him. He was never one to speak first, unless needed, so he continued observing her every move. Maybe this could be another plan.
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Post by Jinks on Apr 20, 2008 10:10:21 GMT -5
Jinks could feel someone sit beside her but she could care less. She's just hoping it's not a drunkey like the last time. She took another sip and then it was gone. "Could I have another?" she asked and the bar tender gave her another glass and ran his rag over the counter again. She rolled her eyes at how many times this guy had to do this. Jinks touched her locket, she wishes every single day that her mom was still alive.
She blames herself. Maybe if she wouldn't have been born then her mom wouldn't have gotten sick and then died. Then Jack, Francis, wouldn't be so angry at their dad. She blames herself for all of it. Jack didn't know of course, he has no idea how she feels, no one does. Should she meet her dad or shouldn't she, if she does will Jack be mad at her forever? These questions all came at once.
Why can't life ever be easy?
She took a sip of her whiskey. She wanted a stronger drink but the bar tender won't give her any other than whiskey. She felt a pair of eyes on her she turned and saw a man looking at her. He had brown hair with grey eyes. "You know it's rude to stare," said Jinks turning back to her drink. "My name is Jinks what about you?" she asked and smiled at him.
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on Apr 21, 2008 15:48:12 GMT -5
"You know it's rude to stare,"
Mike blinked. "Sorry, love." He started. He hadn't meant for that to come out. It wasn't bad, what he was saying, it was just strange. This was the first time he'd spoken to anyone since he'd gotten back to New York. Of course there was the occasional old lady or the man at the train station. But this was an actual conversation, or the start of one.
This called for a celebration. This was his first conversation in New York for two years. A grin spread across his face. His eyes had trailed to the wall behind him and he'd forgotten all about the young girl beside him. His eyes glazed over and he thought of what the next few months had in store.
What is this feeling of power and drive I've never known?
I feel alive!
Mike did feel alive, and it wasn't the drink he held in his hand. Bringing his attention to the glass, he realized it was empty. He'd drank that fast... He pushed aside the drink and continued to celebrate in his mind.
He wanted something to mark the moment. But what? He broke his dazed stare and glanced around the room. There was plenty of girls, but that didn't interest Mike. All he could think of was another drink. Pounding his palm on the bar, he got the attention of the bartender, and half the pub. "Get me another bloody drink..." He sounded drunk, but his words weren't slurred like they should be. He wasn't drunk. He'd only had one drink. You could say he was drunk on revenge.
Finally, after several minutes, he brought his attention back to the girl beside him. The female version of Jack... He blinked, realizing what he was seeing.
She was a newsie. He knew this by her clothing. She dressed like a newsie, but still looked cute. Cute as in baby cute. She couldn't be more than 14.
"How are old are ya, dear?" He was curious as to why a girl her age was in a bar, pouring her sorrows into a glass of bear.
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Post by Jinks on Apr 21, 2008 17:58:07 GMT -5
"Sorry, love."
Jinks rolled her eyes at the guy. He was still starring at her, why couldn't people just leave her alone. She was torn in so many ways and this guy interrupting her thoughts wasn't helping. She turned to her drink as the bar tender swept the counter again. "Would ya stop doin that ya old man." she said kind of upset at the guy.
She went back to her thoughts she could care less if this guy was looking at her. She went back to her locket she kept playing with it along with sips of her whiskey once in a while. She only get drunk once in a while when she wants to try to get rid of memories that will never go away. Love she thought going back to the thing the guy said Why does everyone has to say "love" these days? I'm not no one's "love". thought Jinks she looked over at the guy he looked happy a bit she thought he was crazy, well looked crazy.
"Get me another bloody drink..."
He sounded drunk, great she's sitting next to another drunky. But his voice sounded French or English. Her brother has told her about an evil newsie, What was his name? Brian? No, Tommy? she thought but then when did she listen to her brother, never that's when. But she did listen to her voice in her head, a little, okay never.
"How are old are ya, dear?"
What was he a cop? She rolled her eyes feeling the whiskey working. Maybe this was a bad time for her to get drunk for once, too late. Who says dear? she asked herself A mom that's who, she reminded herself gripping the glass. "It's none of your business now is it?" she asked him glaring at him. He was attractive; she always falls for the older guys of course. "How old are you?" asking the same question that she wasn't going to answer for him.
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on Apr 22, 2008 15:06:13 GMT -5
"Would ya stop doin that ya old man."
Mike blinked. He hadn't exactly expected that. For a young girl, she sure was rude. His eyes remained on her for a moment longer.
Slowly, he pulled them away and back to the drink in his hand. How to say this? Reluctantly, he eased himself closer to her, so he was sitting next to her.
"Sorry, but I couldn't help but notice you looked an awful lot like Jack Kelly...." He was about to continue and describe Jack and the strike and the newsies, but figured she knew enough about those things.
Cautiously, he glanced up at her, figuring she would snap at him again. She seemed deep in thought. He snickered and turned his attention back to his drink.
He could feel her eyes. She was probably thinking how insane he sounded. His British accent wasn't exactly normal for New York. His fingers gripped the glass, slipping on the perspiration. What was he doing here? Shouldn't he be trying to take over the newsie world?
He shrugged to himself and smirked. Eying the girl next to him, he decided on his plan. One newsie at a time; one leader at a time. He chuckled lightly and took a sip of his drink.
"How old are you?"
Mike raised his eyebrows and glanced over at her. If she wanted to play that sort of game, Mike would bloody play. Smirking, he replied, "I believe I asked you first..."
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Post by Jinks on Apr 22, 2008 16:33:12 GMT -5
"Sorry, but I couldn't help but notice you looked an awful lot like Jack Kelly...."
Jinks rolled her eyes, "Yea that's because he's my older brother." she said "Even though I wish I could change that." she added taking another drink. She took her finger around the ring of the glass, just circling it.
The guy was getting closer to her, and strangely, she didn't mind. Spot wasn't getting the drift so why not move on. He was practically sitting in the same stool as she was, Jinks blushed a little. She turned away from him and looked the opposite way.
He laughed a bit, was he laughing at her? "You know you didn't tell me your name yet." she told him, realizing it was true. She didn't know who this stranger was he could be a cop for all she knew, but he didn't look like a cop. He didn't even look that old to be a cop.
"I believe I asked you first..."
"I guess you did," she said she started getting drunk she could feel it. "I'm fourteen years old. Leader of Staten Island and the youngest leader at that." she said proudly, "Could I get a bigger glass?" she asked the bar tender. "Now it's your turn, how old are you?" she asked him resting her head on her hands.
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on Apr 22, 2008 17:08:00 GMT -5
Yea that's because he's my older brother. Even though I wish I could change that.
Mike blinked. This girl was full of surprises. She just flat out said she was Jack Kelly's sister, to a stranger. Does she know how dangerous that is? Well, she will soon enough.
Mike smirked and scooted even closer to her. He could feel her defense shield weakening; if there was one there to begin with.
"Ya know," he began sadly, "I never had the pleasure of knowing what being a sibling was like..." He was hoping from some sympathy from her. Anything to get her talking.
She took another drink. Mike's eyes widened slightly, but not noticeably. She could drink a lot for a bloody girl.
"You know you didn't tell me your name yet."
Mike decided to turn on the charm. He held out his hand and replied coyly, "I'm Mike." No more, no less. He didn't believe she was drunk enough to know his full name. So, for now, he was leaving it at that.
"I'm fourteen years old. Leader of Staten Island and the youngest leader at that."
Mike raised his eyebrows. She was being foolish, he knew that. As a leader you knew when to talk and when not to talk. Her child like innocence amused him.
But Mike didn't mind. She was making his job easier. In fact, this was the easiest thing he'd done since he got here. He was drinking with a fairly attractive young lady, using her.
Her speech began to slur and she slumped over slightly. She was drunk, or headed there. She asked for more and Mike smirked. This was a piece of pie.
"I'll buy it for you, love." He waved the bartender over and purchased a very strong drink for Jinks and a sarsaparilla for himself. He wanted to stay sober for this.
"Now it's your turn, how old are you?"
Mike turned back to her and grinned charmingly, "I'm eighteen." He knew he was attractive, he'd had many of girls tell him that. He decided to use that trait to his advantage. He turned back to the bartender and waited for their drinks.
When their drinks finally came, he grabbed hers and set it down in front of her. "Drink up, love." He winked at her and took a chug of his drink.
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Post by Jinks on Apr 22, 2008 17:27:37 GMT -5
"Ya know," he began sadly, "I never had the pleasure of knowing what being a sibling was like..."
"Consider ya self lucky," said Jinks she rolled her eyes, "I'll give ya Jack if ya want." she said looking at him as he got closer. This is too close. And I kind of have Spot. she thought to herself. She scooted over away from him.
"I'm Mike"
"Mike," she said quietly. She heard that name, Jack told her to stay away from a guy named Mike. Could this be the same guy? He looked too nice, but could this be an act? Her 'I'm endanger' senses was kicking in, but she was too drunk to listen to it.
"I'm eighteen."
"Four years older," she said quietly to herself. She was thinking of a perfect trick. I could kill two birds with one stone. Make Spot jealous and show Jack I'm not a little girl anymore. she thought and smirked at him, she scooted back over to him.
He bought her another drink, Jinks looked at him. Maybe this was an act; she took a sip and then started coughing. It's strong, really strong. "What is this." she coughed out and took another sip hoping it would help, which it did.
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on Apr 22, 2008 17:40:30 GMT -5
"I'll give ya Jack if ya want."
Oh, I want Jack alright. He kept his thoughts to himself, but did smirk at her sarcastic comment. "I have never met Jack," he lied. "What is he like?" Come on love, information. That's all I need. Just take another sip of your drink and spill.
He was somewhat disappointed as she coward away from him. Maybe he had been to up front with his flirting. Maybe he should try a different approach. He scooted away from her, giving her some personal space. He hoped she would change her mind. Maybe another drink would help.
It made him grimace to think he had to get a girl drunk before she actually flirted. How long had it been since he had a steady girl? Too long....
She repeated his name, as if to test the sound of it. He prayed she didn't recognize him, but he doubted it. That drink was getting close to being nothing.
She scooted back to wards him, with a playful smirk on her face. "What's your name, love?" He inquired as he draped his arm around her. He took another swig of his drink, almost wishing it had alcohol in it. She was a little young to be hitting on. But he continued to flirt shamelessly, needing what she was offering.
What is this."
He smirked and chuckled. "It's just a drink..." He didn't want to explain what was in it. It would only make her suspicious.
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Post by Jinks on Apr 22, 2008 18:08:44 GMT -5
"I have never met Jack," he lied. "What is he like?"
Why is he so interested in my brother? she asked herself. "You'll have to meet him to find out." she said playing hard to get. Maybe this guy was that Mike Jack warned her about. Maybe that's why he's so interested in Jack.
She took a gulp of the drink. No don't get drunk! said the voice in her head but it was too late she was drunk...again. What would her brother and Spot think of her if they saw her like this? She looked at Mike like she would with Spot but more in love but it was only the Alcohol looking at him, or was it.
"What's your name, love?"
"Jinks, with a 'ks' not an 'x'." she said remembering her bad spelling habits. The alcohol was playing tricks on her she thought she was talking to Spot for a little. She took another sip of her drink; he didn't tell her what it was called and now that she was drunk she doesn't really care anymore. She scooted closer to Mike hoping she wasn't making her self look too stupid.
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on Apr 22, 2008 19:23:41 GMT -5
You'll have to meet him to find out."
Mike tried to hide the cringe that enveloped his body. She was starting to doubt him. Mike clenched his fist and tried to regain control. His emotions were starting to get the better of him. Taking a deep breath and steadying himself, Mike leaned in toward her ear.
"Aw, come on love..." He coed. He slowly massaged her shoulder, working the answer out with his fingers. This might be taking it to far, but he was getting impatient.
Taking another gulp of her drink, Jinks slowly entered the world of drunkenness. For some reason, Mike didn't doubt she'd been here before. She looked at him, with these puppy dog eyes that Mike had to keep from scrawling at. She was cute, but not that cute. He wasn't going to give up all he worked at, for a girl.
He grabbed his glass and took a chug, really wishing it had alcohol in it. Sighing, he turned to her and put a fake, yet charming, smile on. She was falling for it, he could tell. Just a couple more words; a few more drinks, and she would be his.
"Jinks, with a 'ks' not an 'x'."
Mike chuckled and flirtatiously played with her hair. "I like that name..." He smirked and winked at her. She took yet another drink. Mike swallowed a laugh. She was almost there... just a few more drinks...
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Post by Jinks on Apr 22, 2008 19:52:02 GMT -5
"Aw, come on love..."
Her non-drunk self felt awkward as for her drunk self didn't. "He's a complete moron." she said, "Ya know if ya really want to meet him I can call him here for ya." she said turning to face him. "He's not that far just in Manhattan," she said looking him in the eyes and taking another sip not taking her eyes off of him.
Something was fishy about this guy and she was going to find it out. She was trying to get him into her claws so she can make Jack mad and Spot jealous but he's making things too difficult. "Ya seem too interested in my stupid brother." she said tucking her hair behind her ear.
"So have ya been in New York before?" asked Jinks keeping her eyes on him making sure he wasn't lying about anything. She took another gulp getting drunker by each sip.
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on Apr 22, 2008 20:16:15 GMT -5
"He's a complete moron."
Mike laughed. In his mind, he was standing up and clapping for her. She was Right, he was a moron. But he had his reasons, now he wanted to know hers... "Why do you think that?" He inquired. "He is, after all, your brother..." He thought maybe pulling the brother card would help.
"Ya know if ya really want to meet him I can call him here for ya. He's not that far just in Manhattan,"
His whole body tensed. "No," he replied, maybe to quickly. "No, that's fine," he said slowly, trying to regain his composure. "I am sure we will meet sometime.." He turned away from her and smirked. Even after his sudden outburst, he was happy. This girl was eating out of the palm of his hand.
She was telling him all he needed to know, and he hardly had to ask. He knew what he was going to use against Jinks, the Staten Island leader. She had motive to go against Jack. Brother and sister. How quaint. And how personal. All the more hurtful to Jack. He snickered under his breath.
The Staten Island leader. The epiphany hit him hard. Here he was, in a bar with his arm around the Staten Island leader. Jinks. This couldn't get any better.
"Ya seem too interested in my stupid brother."
He didn't lose his cool. Clearing his throat, he quickly thought of an explanation. "Well, I read about him in the papers. When he had that strike," he lied, and what a terrible lie it was. "I was fascinated when you said you were his sister. How exciting to be 'Jack Kelly's' sister!" He laughed at his own words and took another sip of his drink.
"So have ya been in New York before?"
Her eyes searched his, looking for a lie. He could lie, and get away with it. But he didn't see the point. What was the harm in telling her? "Of course." She took another gulp, downing the drink.
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Post by Jinks on Apr 22, 2008 20:41:27 GMT -5
"Why do you think that?"
"I'm his sister," said Jinks, "I know how he really is." she said and noticed his arm was still around her, this she can use to her advantage. They're in Brooklyn all she needed was Spot to walk in those doors and her job would be done. She looked over at the doors hoping it would happen soon but the doors remained closed.
"I was fascinated when you said you were his sister. How exciting to be 'Jack Kelly's' sister!"
Jinks glared at him, "So ya only talking to be because I'm Jack's sister?" she asked, seems like that's the only reason why anyone talks to her. "Ya know what maybe this was a bad idea, I have to go." she said getting up a bit wobbly as she was drunk. "Jack is a complete jerk! He only thinks me as a little girl! I'll show him one day that I'm not a little girl I'm not his little sister!" she said out loud thinking it was in her head.
"Ya," she said pointing at him, "Ya a liar! Ya just talkin to me because I'm Jack's sister! Ya a rude jerk!" she yelled at him and drank the rest of the drink in one gulp and that did it, she was fully drunk.
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