Post by August Davis on Jul 11, 2008 21:53:04 GMT -5
((Ask First))
August walked into the bunkroom of the abandoned warehouse that the Midtown newsies called home. Some bunkroom, all there was were empty crates, and a few sticks. Why there were stick, August had no idea. Some of the Midtowners were strange people, arrogant people. Then again, who wasn't arrogant nowadays? He sighed and played with the knife he just bought today.
Mike told him to get a knife, and it was prime time August did. Some little kid thought it would be funny if he took his knife and threw it into the river.
Needless to say someone went home bloody that day, and it wasn't August.
He went over to his corner of the room, Mike trusted him enough with the boys to watch them when he wasn't there. Mike had his own apartment, August didn't. He didn't do anything for a job, he just was a newsie. The Midtown newsies didn't do anything, they just sat around and smoked. Some gambled, some fought. Overall, it wasn't a nice place for the faint heart. And August liked it like that. He didn't want little pansies running around, especially the pansy girls. Like the ones Mike told him about. The ones that cried when they got hit. August had to roll his eyes at that thought, it was annoying how weak some people were. They needed to grow a thick skin and get over it.
August took his knife and put it under his pillow. He wasn't going anywhere else today. He wasn't needed anywhere else. He sat down on the cot he got from his brother. He took off his hat, a black fedora hat. August always wore it, he loved it. It made him feel mysterious, and like a bad guy. He actually wasn't sure if he was a bad guy or not. He heard that the Manhattan newsies were good, but he didn't believe that. He believed that Mike had done no wrong, and he was innocent. Sure, he killed a kid. But that was out of anger, the Manhattan newsies shouldn't have provoked him. That made August feel bad for Mike, it wasn't his fault. It was the Manhattan newsies fault. Why did they have to do that, and put all of the blame on Mike like always? Mike wasn't a bad person.
Mike had told him that one of his spies, Bella, would be coming to Midtown to see him some time soon, and to meet August. Mike had told him not to lay a finger on Bella, well that wouldn't be difficult. Mostly all of the girls August met were ugly, and boring. Nothing like his sisters, his sisters were a good catch, they were beautiful. He meant that too, he wanted a girl that was just as pretty as his sisters. So far, none of the girls had met his approval. They were all boring, and didn't have that spice that he wanted.
August sat on his cot, and thought about his day. Nothing out of the ordinary. He made a mental note to visit his brother, Gerard. Out of all of his brothers, he was closest to Gerard. And out of his sisters, he was closest to Bernadette. He just felt a certain connection between them, just like how Rebecca and Jean were close. Of course, he was close to all of them, him, Bernadette, and Gerard were the closest.
His thoughts were interrupted by a knock, and then the door opening. So much for privacy. That's what Mike told him, he said that he would have complete privacy. He sighed, oh well...at least he had his own corner.
August walked into the bunkroom of the abandoned warehouse that the Midtown newsies called home. Some bunkroom, all there was were empty crates, and a few sticks. Why there were stick, August had no idea. Some of the Midtowners were strange people, arrogant people. Then again, who wasn't arrogant nowadays? He sighed and played with the knife he just bought today.
Mike told him to get a knife, and it was prime time August did. Some little kid thought it would be funny if he took his knife and threw it into the river.
Needless to say someone went home bloody that day, and it wasn't August.
He went over to his corner of the room, Mike trusted him enough with the boys to watch them when he wasn't there. Mike had his own apartment, August didn't. He didn't do anything for a job, he just was a newsie. The Midtown newsies didn't do anything, they just sat around and smoked. Some gambled, some fought. Overall, it wasn't a nice place for the faint heart. And August liked it like that. He didn't want little pansies running around, especially the pansy girls. Like the ones Mike told him about. The ones that cried when they got hit. August had to roll his eyes at that thought, it was annoying how weak some people were. They needed to grow a thick skin and get over it.
August took his knife and put it under his pillow. He wasn't going anywhere else today. He wasn't needed anywhere else. He sat down on the cot he got from his brother. He took off his hat, a black fedora hat. August always wore it, he loved it. It made him feel mysterious, and like a bad guy. He actually wasn't sure if he was a bad guy or not. He heard that the Manhattan newsies were good, but he didn't believe that. He believed that Mike had done no wrong, and he was innocent. Sure, he killed a kid. But that was out of anger, the Manhattan newsies shouldn't have provoked him. That made August feel bad for Mike, it wasn't his fault. It was the Manhattan newsies fault. Why did they have to do that, and put all of the blame on Mike like always? Mike wasn't a bad person.
Mike had told him that one of his spies, Bella, would be coming to Midtown to see him some time soon, and to meet August. Mike had told him not to lay a finger on Bella, well that wouldn't be difficult. Mostly all of the girls August met were ugly, and boring. Nothing like his sisters, his sisters were a good catch, they were beautiful. He meant that too, he wanted a girl that was just as pretty as his sisters. So far, none of the girls had met his approval. They were all boring, and didn't have that spice that he wanted.
August sat on his cot, and thought about his day. Nothing out of the ordinary. He made a mental note to visit his brother, Gerard. Out of all of his brothers, he was closest to Gerard. And out of his sisters, he was closest to Bernadette. He just felt a certain connection between them, just like how Rebecca and Jean were close. Of course, he was close to all of them, him, Bernadette, and Gerard were the closest.
His thoughts were interrupted by a knock, and then the door opening. So much for privacy. That's what Mike told him, he said that he would have complete privacy. He sighed, oh well...at least he had his own corner.
