Post by Mike D. Greaser on Sept 26, 2008 17:08:58 GMT -5
A cool wind rushed past him and tousled his already messy hair. He walked with a cool, arrogant stride. He knew what he wanted, and he figured he would get it. Mike D. Greaser figured he could have sent one of his many messengers, seeing as how they would do anything he asked him. But how unprofessional was that? Mike had always thought that sending a messenger, or a “birdie”, was being lazy. Why could the leaders get off their butts and meet the desired person for themselves? Well, that was their choice. But personally, Mike did not desire to make that kind of impression.
So, that was the reason Mike was on his way to Harlem. He had heard that they had elected another leader. It was about bloody time. The old leader was leading the Harlem newsies in a way that made them seem weak and defenseless. No one liked the Harlem newsies, nor the Queens newsies; who were a lot like the Harlem newsies. But now that Harlem had a new leader, maybe things would change around Harlem. Mike knew that Jack had the support of Queens and Brooklyn. Mike had the Bronx. He wanted Harlem. He would have Harlem. How could they refuse?
Speaking of Brooklyn, Mike wondered how things were coming along there. Daphne had told him that things were going like always, but that she was having a hard time pleasing Spot. Mike told her to get the show on the road. They needed someone in Spot’s inner circle to know what he was doing. Hopefully, he was doubting Kelly and his newsies. After what Mike had planned, how could he not? But he would never know unless Daphne started getting her act together. She angered Mike sometimes.
But he would worry about that later, Mike decided. Harlem was what he needed to focus on. Mike didn’t want Harlem’s support near as much as he wanted bragging rights. How rewarding would it be for Mike to know that he had something that Kelly didn’t. The mere thought thrilled him.
Harlem was his.
As Mike walked, he had to admire Harlem. It really was a spacious territory. He wouldn’t mind having control of this place. And someday he would. All of New York would be his.
Mike’s mind turned back to Harlem’s new leader. He really hadn’t heard much about him, and that frustrated Mike. He hated going into the battle field without an idea of what his target was like. But Mike guessed he would just have to play it by ear. He could not miss his chance. Kelly was a smooth talker, Mike had to admit; and if Mike let Kelly get there before he could, Mike might lose he chance at gaining Harlem.
This is it, Mike thought as he approached the Harlem lodging house. Mike took his time going up the stairs, pretending to look at the lodging house. But he was really trying to think of what he would say. He wasn’t nervous, no way. But he was concerned about what he would say. He couldn’t just say, “fight with me,” if the boy was on Kelly’s side; he would need more convincing then that. And what if the he was actually a she?! Mike didn’t know anything about the Harlem leader, not even he/she/it’s gender.
Well, it was time to find out. Mike knocked hard on the door, demanding an answer with his fist. He smirked, that should get their attention.
So, that was the reason Mike was on his way to Harlem. He had heard that they had elected another leader. It was about bloody time. The old leader was leading the Harlem newsies in a way that made them seem weak and defenseless. No one liked the Harlem newsies, nor the Queens newsies; who were a lot like the Harlem newsies. But now that Harlem had a new leader, maybe things would change around Harlem. Mike knew that Jack had the support of Queens and Brooklyn. Mike had the Bronx. He wanted Harlem. He would have Harlem. How could they refuse?
Speaking of Brooklyn, Mike wondered how things were coming along there. Daphne had told him that things were going like always, but that she was having a hard time pleasing Spot. Mike told her to get the show on the road. They needed someone in Spot’s inner circle to know what he was doing. Hopefully, he was doubting Kelly and his newsies. After what Mike had planned, how could he not? But he would never know unless Daphne started getting her act together. She angered Mike sometimes.
But he would worry about that later, Mike decided. Harlem was what he needed to focus on. Mike didn’t want Harlem’s support near as much as he wanted bragging rights. How rewarding would it be for Mike to know that he had something that Kelly didn’t. The mere thought thrilled him.
Harlem was his.
As Mike walked, he had to admire Harlem. It really was a spacious territory. He wouldn’t mind having control of this place. And someday he would. All of New York would be his.
Mike’s mind turned back to Harlem’s new leader. He really hadn’t heard much about him, and that frustrated Mike. He hated going into the battle field without an idea of what his target was like. But Mike guessed he would just have to play it by ear. He could not miss his chance. Kelly was a smooth talker, Mike had to admit; and if Mike let Kelly get there before he could, Mike might lose he chance at gaining Harlem.
This is it, Mike thought as he approached the Harlem lodging house. Mike took his time going up the stairs, pretending to look at the lodging house. But he was really trying to think of what he would say. He wasn’t nervous, no way. But he was concerned about what he would say. He couldn’t just say, “fight with me,” if the boy was on Kelly’s side; he would need more convincing then that. And what if the he was actually a she?! Mike didn’t know anything about the Harlem leader, not even he/she/it’s gender.
Well, it was time to find out. Mike knocked hard on the door, demanding an answer with his fist. He smirked, that should get their attention.
