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Post by Dreamer on May 13, 2008 12:39:41 GMT -5
The next thing Dreamer knew, she was back against the wall again, more painful than ever. She let out a painfu "mmph" to that as her head once more collided with the dusty bricks cemented together. Shutting her eyes tightly, she tried not to whimper in pain. What would happen to her if she had gotten too far as to make him angry? The only farthest she had ever gotten was snapping at someone when they made her angry. But this guy made her so mad, she took 10 steps further and had to go to a punch!
"You better watch it, love..."
Dreamer turned a wimper into a groan.
"Why do you call me love?" she asked weakly.
She struggled to get out of his grip again, which seemed to be more tighter than ever. She dared to look into Mike's eyes, but only for a second before she had to shudder violently, it seemed to shake the hands that held her against the wall.
"If you hurt me," she warned. "Jack's gonna be mad. You know that right?"
He wouldn't let go of her. So Dreamer decided it was time to fight fire with fire. Maybe that would get her out of this situation. She tried to push him back, but only ended up tripping backwards again, having a bunch of boxes fall on her. However, when she fell down, her feet were right beside Mike's legs, so she kicked him, just to prove that she wasn't that weak, even though she seemed to be tripping all the time. Not to mention getting a massive headache.
She pushed herself out of the pile of boxes and stood up, feeling a bit wobbly legged. Probably from the fall or the countless blows to the head when being pushed up against the wall,she didn't know. Nor did she care. She shot a glare at Mike.
"If you want to fight," she dared. "Come on. I'm all yours, love,"
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on May 13, 2008 15:54:45 GMT -5
{WOOT! TWO PAGES BABY!}
"Why do you call me love?"
Rolling his eyes, Mike chose to ignore her question. And what a dumb question it was. It was like asking a newsies why they called papers 'papes', or why they called beating a guy senseless 'soaking'. Mike didn't have time for this. She was wasting his time with her petty fighting. No matter how evil Mike was, he wasn't going to fight a girl. He just wouldn't do it.
She was getting nervous, Mike could tell. She began to shake, so violently that it almost shook him. It almost made Mike nervous the way she began to panic, but he got over that fast. She struggled for awhile, but Mike just tightened his grip.
"If you hurt me," she warned. "Jack's gonna be mad. You know that right?"
Mike rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to hurt you. I never intended to hurt you. It's your fault your in this position." If she just would have left him alone, she would have been fine. None of this would have had to happen and Mike could go on with his day. But no, she had to stick her nose where it didn't belong.
She pushed him, obviously intending to get him away from her; but instead she pushed herself back and tripped. She landed in a pile of crates. Mike had to laugh at this. She thought she was so tough, when really she was just wasting both of their time.
"If you want to fight," she dared. "Come on. I'm all yours, love,"
Mike crossed his arms over his chest and shifted his weight. "But see, love, I don't want to fight." He deliberately ignored the way she mocked him. She was just being foolish.
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Post by Dreamer on May 14, 2008 7:54:59 GMT -5
"I'm not going to hurt you. I never intended to hurt you. It's your fault your in this position." Dreamer stood open mouthed for a second, stuttering just a bit before finding her voice. "Oh really?" she asked, glaring at Mike. "You never intended to hurt me? Let me refresh your memory--I can either send the message in one piece or in a million pieces. HELLO?! I believe that was a threat. And secondly," Dreamer held up her wrists that were now purple with bruises. "You don't actually think that this didn't come from a guy with a huge ego about being a big shot bad guy. Come to think of it, I have actually gotten worse than this. Face it: You did intend to hurt me. And for what? Because I'm one of Jack's newsies? Is that it?" Dreamer remembered how the gang leader back in Texas would hold onto her hand, or even her wrists, until they would bruise. He explained to her that it was to keep her from getting away. Well, she got away. And obviously, from the looks of the headlines on the newspapers recently, he was not too happy about that. Dreamer silently cursed the Texas outlaw for her messed up life. Mike reminded her of this outlaw. Every nit-picky thing about him reminded her of him. It was eating her brain to the core, and she was pretty sick of it. "And it's all my fault?!" she yelled at him. "Excuse me, but I'm not the one who beat Racetrack to a bloody pulp. And to think that I was trying to help you out in the first place! You're messed up, you know that?" When she fell down, and Mike laughed, she kicked him in the shins. She was getting sick of this. "You're so immature," she mummbled. "But see, love, I don't want to fight." "Really?" Dreamer asked sarcastically. She crossed her arms over her chest, and leaned against the brick wall, still staring at Mike with a look in her eyes that burned with the words "What you say isn't really what you mean, you moron". She really didn't have time for this if he was lying. "Well," she started. "What do you want then?" ((OW! TWO PAGES AND A LONG POST FROM ME!...Oh yeah. We rule  ))
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on May 14, 2008 12:18:15 GMT -5
"Oh really? You never intended to hurt me? Let me refresh your memory--I can either send the message in one piece or in a million pieces. HELLO?! I believe that was a threat. And secondly," Dreamer held up her wrists that were now purple with bruises. "You don't actually think that this didn't come from a guy with a huge ego about being a big shot bad guy. Come to think of it, I have actually gotten worse than this. Face it: You did intend to hurt me. And for what? Because I'm one of Jack's newsies? Is that it?"
Mike crossed his arms and listened to her little spell, showing mock interest. When she finished, he remarked, "Are you finished?" His voice dripped with hatred and sarcasm. This girl, Dreamer, was pushing it with him and he wasn't to happy about it. Girl were supposed to be falling at his feet and flirting with him, not fighting with him. Dreamer was getting on his last nerve.
"And it's all my fault?!" she yelled at him. "Excuse me, but I'm not the one who beat Racetrack to a bloody pulp. And to think that I was trying to help you out in the first place! You're messed up, you know that?"
Mike sighed and rubbed his temples. Dreamer was giving him a major headache. Closing his eyes, he replied, "It's not your fault Race was beaten, that was his fault. " Mike chuckled, pleased with himself. "But it's your fault you can't keep your bloody nose out of other people's business!" His voice was raised now and he had tilted his head to glare at her. She was a pain in his side, to be sure.
"You're so immature,"
She kicked him in the shins and Mike winced. Oh, how he wanted to beat this girl down. But how would that look to Jack and the other newsies? That was like beating up a younger kid to get the point across. That was weak. Mike wouldn't resort to that unless Dreamer decided to push him farther.
"What you say isn't really what you mean, you moron".
Mike gave her a look of mock hurt. "Ow, love, that hurt me! Right here." He pointed to his heart and gave her the best puppy dog face he could. A moment ago his anger was to it's breaking point, but he had controlled it now and was ready to play a battle of words with her.
"Well," she started. "What do you want then?"
Mike leaned against the wall opposite her, mocking her position. She thought she was so tough, well she was wrong. She was just a little girl trying to prove something. "See, there you go again, love. Sticking your nose where it doesn't belong."
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Post by Dreamer on May 14, 2008 18:06:25 GMT -5
"Are you finished?"
Dreamer heard the tone in his voice and glared at him even more.
"Oh, I've only just begun," she sarcastically said.
"It's not your fault Race was beaten, that was his fault. " Mike chuckled, pleased with himself. "But it's your fault you can't keep your bloody nose out of other people's business!"
Dreamer poked Mike in the chest, hard, really getting ticked with this guy. Who does he think he is, anyway?
"Listen, buddy," she nearly growled. "If business attracts other people, it's the other people's business too, OK? Grow some brains!"
"Ow, love, that hurt me! Right here."
"Oh yeah?" Dreamer asked through her teeth. "How about here?"
Dreamer threw another punch Mike's stomach.
"Does that hurt?" she asked angrily.
"See, there you go again, love. Sticking your nose where it doesn't belong."
"...WILL YOU STOP CALLING ME LOVE?" she shouted at him. "WHAT DO I LOOK LIKE TO YOU? A GIRL YOU WANNA FLIRT WITH OR SOMETHING? UGH! YOU MAKE ME SICK!"
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on May 15, 2008 13:34:04 GMT -5
"Oh, I've only just begun,"
Mike started laughing hysterically. Dreamer actually thought she was intimidating him! But it just wasn't happening. Her manner and her cold voice only made Mike amused. Tears filled his eyes as he laughed harder and harder. He doubled over and clutched his side as he laughed. For some, it probably looked like Mike was insane, but he was truly enjoying himself. Straightening himself, Mike caught his breath. "Your face..." He burst out laughing, but controlled himself.
"Listen, buddy," she nearly growled. "If business attracts other people, it's the other people's business too, OK? Grow some brains!"
Mike made a face as she poked him. Right now, they both were acting like two quarreling five year olds. Mike, with his face scrunched up, and Dreamer poking people to make a point. It was actually quite amusing.... Mike found himself wanting to laugh again, but contained it. He gave her a look and then pretended to think about what she said. "But see," he said, "I don't get that. It isn't your business to get distracted by in the first place. Maybe the people conducting the business didn't want to be interrupted. Maybe you should just keep walking and leave them alone?" He shrugged and continued. "But that could be my brainless head talking..." He was mocking her now, and enjoying every second of it.
"Oh yeah? How about here? Does that hurt?"
Mike made an "ugh" sound as her fist connected with his stomach. He hadn't been expecting that. Inhaling deeply, Mike tried to keep his cool. This girl was pushing it though. She didn't realize how close he was to punching her. Maybe just once... Maybe one punch to the face would show her who is boss.
"...WILL YOU STOP CALLING ME LOVE?" she shouted at him. "WHAT DO I LOOK LIKE TO YOU? A GIRL YOU WANNA FLIRT WITH OR SOMETHING? UGH! YOU MAKE ME SICK!"
Several people stopped and stared. Fortunately, they thought that Dreamer and Mike were a feuding couple, but nothing more. Mike thanked them silently and then turned back to Dreamer. "Would you stop yelling?!" He sneered.
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Post by Dreamer on May 15, 2008 16:40:45 GMT -5
"But see," he said, "I don't get that. It isn't your business to get distracted by in the first place. Maybe the people conducting the business didn't want to be interrupted. Maybe you should just keep walking and leave them alone?" He shrugged and continued. "But that could be my brainless head talking..."
"...Speaking of your brainless head," Dreamer started, a glare still marked on her face. "Will you quit acting like I don't know that you're making fun of me before you start getting the idea that you're smart?"
Dreamer scoffed and pushed herself off the brick wall and walked to a dark corner where she could still see him. She had deliberatley moved to another spot in the alley so that she could get away from Mike. After that last punch she gave him, it looked like he would be ticked any minute.
"Would you stop yelling?!"
Dreamer smirked. She had an idea.
Cupping her hands to her mouth, she started shouting at the top of her lungs.
"EXTRA! EXTRA!" she moved from her corner and walked around Mike in a circle. "THE BIGGEST IDIOT IN THE WORLD SIGHTED IN HARLEM ON 125TH STREET! THOUSANDS FLEE IN PANIC!"
Dreamer started laughing a bit to herself. She particulary liked doing this. It was sort of fun. She had never done it before.
It wasn't until she had lost her footing again, and managed to trip and fall on Mike sending them both to the ground with him on top of her, and herself hitting her head on the concrete. Now the pain in her head was getting worse. While she was distracted, she held her head and shut her eyes for a tiny bit, trying to supress the pain.
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on May 16, 2008 23:16:46 GMT -5
"...Speaking of your brainless head," Dreamer started, a glare still marked on her face. "Will you quit acting like I don't know that you're making fun of me before you start getting the idea that you're smart?"
He gave a look and then changed it to mock shock. "Wait, I'm making fun of you?!" He placed his hands on his heart and breathed deeply, playing up the act. Right now, Mike was just buying time; waiting for her to get annoyed and leave. This was better than Dreamer yelling and distracting attention to them. All Mike was trying to do now was get her frustrated enough that she would leave him alone.
She moved away from him, to another corner. Without hesitation, Mike followed. He had to keep her within reach and eyesight. What was she up to? Was she trying to run? Was she trying to grab peoples attention? Thankfully, people in New York rarely cared about other people. If they saw a fight going on, they would assume the best and guess that it was two siblings messing around. Then, they would be on their way.
"EXTRA! EXTRA!" she moved from her corner and walked around Mike in a circle. "THE BIGGEST IDIOT IN THE WORLD SIGHTED IN HARLEM ON 125TH STREET! THOUSANDS FLEE IN PANIC!"
Mike flinched. He hadn't expected that. She was yelling at the top of her lungs, circling Mike like a hawk circles its prey. Mike wasn't intimidated by her, just shocked. There was obviously more than meets the eye to this girl. She wasn't at all what he was expecting. He would have expected that line from Racetrack, but not Dreamer. What else would she do?
She lost her footing and tripped, running into Mike. He'd been so engrossed in his thoughts, that he'd let his guard down. They both went sprawling to the ground. After a few moments of struggling and situation, Mike ended up on top of her. She was rubbing her head and groaning. Thankfully, she'd broken Mike's fall. He smirked and got inches from her face. "If you wanted to do this, you could have just asked..."
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Post by Dreamer on May 17, 2008 0:20:47 GMT -5
"If you wanted to do this, you could have just asked..."
Still holding her aching head, Dreamer looked through squinty eyes to find that stupid smirk on Mike's face. Through all her dizziness and confusion, she still found that he was on top of her, his weight practically crushing her, and his face only inches away to the point where his warm breath hit from her neck to her forehead.
She tried to lift her head up, but a throbbing pain stopped her, causing her head to go back down.
"If I wanted to do what?" she asked. "Ask what? What are you talking about?"
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on May 18, 2008 22:29:38 GMT -5
If I wanted to do what?" she asked. "Ask what? What are you talking about?"
Mike chuckled, amused at her innocence. He leaned down and brushed his lips along her jaw line. He was straddling her, in middle of the alleyway. Mike wondered how dozens of people could walk by and not stop to see what was going on. Mike didn't care though, he just needed Dreamer scared enough so that she would warn the Manhattan newsies. All he needed was her to warn the newsies. At first, he'd tried threatening her with his fist, but that didn't get him anywhere. Maybe, if Mike threatened her physically she would give in. He wasn't about to beat up a girl.
His eyes roamed over her body, with a forced look in them. He didn't find her physically attractive, she was to young; but he needed her to think he did. She was a nervous girl and Mike hoped it wouldn't take him long to scare her.
{Sorry about the shortness}
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Post by Dreamer on May 19, 2008 7:41:10 GMT -5
She could feel the space between them lessen until she shivered.
Was he kissing her? Why would he do that? What did he--
Dreamer's eyes widened as she realized what he was trying to do.
Instinctively,she struggled under his weight, tears of fright coming to her eyes. She craned her neck,trying to get away from those lips that carressed her jawline. In most kisses, they would be passionate. Romantic. Sweet. Caring. Even though Dreamer had never been kissed before, she knew what would be in them. But the way Mike kissed her jawline, she could feel something evil in them. The very thought made her shudder.
"Stop,"she whispered. "Please. Don't do that,"
(That's all right...So, what do you think? Should we have someone come to her rescue or keep going with what we have?)
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on May 19, 2008 15:42:21 GMT -5
"Stop,"she whispered. "Please. Don't do that,"
Mike could feel her shaking underneath him. She was cowering away and Mike could tell this approach was working. "Do what, love?" He said as he continued to kiss her, tracing a line from her jaw to her collar bone. Mike was glad that they were farther back in the alley. He could get in serious trouble if anyone saw him. But he really couldn't get in that much trouble, it wasn't like he was taking advantage of her. He didn't intend on going any further than what he was doing now. It was just to scare her, nothing more.
It was getting late and Mike needed to be heading home, he did have to work in the morning. The sun was starting to set and people were heading home. If he didn't hurry, someone would come looking for her. If she would just corporate. Mike rolled off of her and stood up. Then he pulled her up and pushed her against the wall. He forced a hungry look, hoping to frighten her.
{Eh, not yet. Mike has gotten into way to many fights, lol. Oh and tell me if this is getting to much for you}
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Post by Dreamer on May 19, 2008 16:13:04 GMT -5
"Do what, love?"
As he was reaching her collar bone, Dreamer let out a small whimper and shuddered again.
"Stop," she begged. "Please. I beg of you. Please don't do this. Please,"
She was scared. She wondered what was going to happen to her.
Suddenly, Mike pulled her up, and slammed her against the wall, the same smirky look in his eyes. For a second, she couldn't move, but then she started to struggle.
"Let go of me," she begged. "Please,"
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on May 21, 2008 16:58:49 GMT -5
Stop," she begged. "Please. I beg of you. Please don't do this. Please,"
Mike smirked. It was working. He pulled his face up and looked in her eyes. "If I stop will you do something for me?" He needed her to tell the newsies something. At first, he was just going to deliver the message, but now with this opportunity it would be a lot more personal for Jack if one of his newsies brought it to him. The one problem was how they would react. They could call for a newsie war, but they didn't know what Mike had up his sleeve, so hopefully they wouldn't do something that drastic.
"Let go of me," she begged. "Please,"
"Hey, hey! Don't struggle. We both know how that will end."
((Eh, sorry short))
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Post by Dreamer on May 22, 2008 7:32:51 GMT -5
"If I stop will you do something for me?"
Dreamer stopped struggling for a minute and looked at Mike and his cold devilish eyes. She glared at him.
"The last thing I will EVER do on this earth is doing something for you, you jerk!" she snapped
"Hey, hey! Don't struggle. We both know how that will end."
Dreamer stood still for a moment, before she started thrashing herself around trying to get out of Mike's grip and away from her confined space by the brick wall.
"Would you just let go of me?!" she shouted
((Yeah, sorry mine's short too. I guess we're both having an off-day, huh?))
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