Post by Casper on Jun 27, 2008 4:11:31 GMT -5
He wasn't entirely sure what he was doing here, but he was here, and he needed money. The papes weren't selling near as well lately in the god-forsaken part of New York called Midtown. Casper was worn out from everything going on lately, and just needed some quick cash. When he was found by the midtown newsies unconscious, he had a pocket watch on him, that they didn't steal. Unbeknown to him, it was given to him by his adopted father after he died, but he had no memories before the Midtown newsies.
He stepped cautiously up into the old battered shop, and pushed against the rotting wooden door with the small, smudged Grey window in the middle. It groaned as it opened, and a small bell that sounded as if it had seen better days rang above his head as the door pushed it around. Every step he took, drawing him nearer to the heavily laden counter where Brutis stood, seemed to shake the place. Every board groaned forebodingly. Everything about this place gave Casper the creeps.
"Well, whaddaya got for me, kid?" Brutis asked in his husky, smokers voice.
Casper paused, fingering the little golden watch in his pocket. Something about it made him feel like he should keep it, but what was it? He had no memory of its obtainment, and it drove him insane. He didn't know who he was, or where he came from, and same went for the watch. For all he knew, it could have been his mothers. Or maybe he had stolen it from somewhere? He had no idea, but suddenly, after seeing all of the junk covering the counters in this little shop, lost, forgotten and abused for a little cash, it made him feel a tenderness for the watch that he hadn't felt before. The little bit of gold ticking in his pocket, felt better than the little bit of paper money or coins (whichever he might have been given) would feel.
Casper sighed heavily. This unknowing of his past frustrated him beyond belief.
"No..Nothing." he said slowly, gazing about the shop at the forgotten trinkets. There was no guarantee that it would be bought and the money given to him anyways. His eyes glazed over the nick nacks that people left in blind trust that it would be taken by someone and they would obtain the money. How foolish. No one ever comes into Midtown and leaves with a good memory or good luck charm. Nothing good ever comes into Midtown, and nothing Good ever comes out of it either. What good could come out of this place? Maybe a good injury. But that's about it.
"Well'n what tha hell'r ya doin' in me shop, boy?" Brutis asked angrily. If he was looking for costumers, he was not doing a good job. The only people he might attract to his shop is law enforcement officers. That, and rats.
"Just lookin'.." Casper slurred sourly. He turned to leave the shop, fingering the little bit of Golden goodness in his pocket. It may have just been the only little bit of Golden you could find in Midtown, and he had just about given it away.
Casper walked out the crusty door and into the hazy sunlight. It wasn't sunny though. Everything in Midtown was dark, dingy, and a bit reclusive. It was rare to see something happy happen here. It was rare to see a lovely light, and it was rare to hear children laughing or birds singing. It was like a living hell to Casper. But it was his home.
If he had to live in the darkness, he would carry around some light. He would keep his golden Goodness in his pocket. Yes, he would keep his Golden.
He stepped cautiously up into the old battered shop, and pushed against the rotting wooden door with the small, smudged Grey window in the middle. It groaned as it opened, and a small bell that sounded as if it had seen better days rang above his head as the door pushed it around. Every step he took, drawing him nearer to the heavily laden counter where Brutis stood, seemed to shake the place. Every board groaned forebodingly. Everything about this place gave Casper the creeps.
"Well, whaddaya got for me, kid?" Brutis asked in his husky, smokers voice.
Casper paused, fingering the little golden watch in his pocket. Something about it made him feel like he should keep it, but what was it? He had no memory of its obtainment, and it drove him insane. He didn't know who he was, or where he came from, and same went for the watch. For all he knew, it could have been his mothers. Or maybe he had stolen it from somewhere? He had no idea, but suddenly, after seeing all of the junk covering the counters in this little shop, lost, forgotten and abused for a little cash, it made him feel a tenderness for the watch that he hadn't felt before. The little bit of gold ticking in his pocket, felt better than the little bit of paper money or coins (whichever he might have been given) would feel.
Casper sighed heavily. This unknowing of his past frustrated him beyond belief.
"No..Nothing." he said slowly, gazing about the shop at the forgotten trinkets. There was no guarantee that it would be bought and the money given to him anyways. His eyes glazed over the nick nacks that people left in blind trust that it would be taken by someone and they would obtain the money. How foolish. No one ever comes into Midtown and leaves with a good memory or good luck charm. Nothing good ever comes into Midtown, and nothing Good ever comes out of it either. What good could come out of this place? Maybe a good injury. But that's about it.
"Well'n what tha hell'r ya doin' in me shop, boy?" Brutis asked angrily. If he was looking for costumers, he was not doing a good job. The only people he might attract to his shop is law enforcement officers. That, and rats.
"Just lookin'.." Casper slurred sourly. He turned to leave the shop, fingering the little bit of Golden goodness in his pocket. It may have just been the only little bit of Golden you could find in Midtown, and he had just about given it away.
Casper walked out the crusty door and into the hazy sunlight. It wasn't sunny though. Everything in Midtown was dark, dingy, and a bit reclusive. It was rare to see something happy happen here. It was rare to see a lovely light, and it was rare to hear children laughing or birds singing. It was like a living hell to Casper. But it was his home.
If he had to live in the darkness, he would carry around some light. He would keep his golden Goodness in his pocket. Yes, he would keep his Golden.
