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Post by Mike D. Greaser on May 22, 2008 20:14:36 GMT -5
"The last thing I will EVER do on this earth is doing something for you, you jerk!"
Mike sighed and leaned his forehead against hers. This position they were in would have been very romantic if it was anywhere else and with anyone else. Right now, neither of them were thinking thoughts along that line. They simply wanted their way. "See, there ya go again. Your name calling really hurts me," he drawled. He was enjoying this, yes, but he was also getting frustrated with her.
"Would you just let go of me?!"
Mike shrugged. "I don't know, maybe..." He smirked and winked at her. Truthfully, he thought they might actually get along. But they had started off badly, that was for sure, and there was no going back. And he wasn't about to apologize...
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Post by Dreamer on May 23, 2008 7:42:47 GMT -5
Mike leaned his head against Dreamer's, so that their foreheads were touching. They were now close enough to see the whites of their eyes in the dark, to search deep into the others souls, to penetrate their minds and discover what the other was thinking. What the other was really like as a person.
Dreamer's skin crawled out of fear, and tried to look away, but being in a position where you feel practically trapped, she had no choice but to look back at him.
She felt his hot breath on her face, and almost gagged. It smelled of a cigarette he had probably smoked earlier. It reeked! But she pushed that thought out of her mind to pay attention to what he was doing, so that she wouldn't be caught off guard.
"See, there ya go again. Your name calling really hurts me,"
"So does your grip on my arms," Dreamer grummbled, struggling a bit with jerky moves to try and get rid of Mike's hold on her.
"I don't know, maybe..."
The look on Mike's face was positively frightening. The smirk that curled his lips and twisted the corners of his mouth was an expression of evil. The look in his eyes was a shroud of dark clouds, elimnating it's color. When he winked, it was like a sign of a door closing...a door closing that told Dreamer that this was only going to get worse.
She almost crumpled to the ground, but Mike's tight grip around her kept her up, and her resistance to weep out of fear helped too.
She opened her mouth a bit, trying to find her voice.
"Someone please help me..." a small cry for help only came out in her cracking voice.
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on May 23, 2008 17:41:35 GMT -5
"So does your grip on my arms,"
Mike sighed. He didn't even know why he was here. This girl wasn't helping him. Why had he threatened her in the first place? What had he expected from her? Mike guessed it was the high he was on. Or maybe it was because she had annoyed him. She was being bloody persistent. Why couldn't she just leave him alone?! Mike was getting more and more annoyed every time she opened her mouth. Mike wasn't sure if he was here because of pride or because of amusement. Pride in the sense that no villain would let anyone talk to him like that, and amusement because he was frightening her. Mike wasn't sure which, but either way Mike knew he was pushing it. Sooner or later someone was going to get curious and question them. Mike wasn't about to take that chance.
Instead of responding to her, Mike let go of her and took as step back. Now she could leave, if she wanted to. For some reason, Dreamer seemed to be enjoying this as much as Mike was. Well, not necessarily enjoying, but she wasn't making a move to leave either. She had many opportunities to leave or run, but she never did. What did she want Mike to do, apologize? That wasn't going to happen.
"Someone please help me..."
Mike sneered at her. "No one is going to help you. You need to learn how to help yourself." It was true. If she didn't learn how to defend herself, she would never be able to make it as a newsie. Newsies had to be able to fight. She didn't seem like the kind of person to be the greatest of fighters. But she had surprised him so far.
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Post by Dreamer on May 23, 2008 22:35:31 GMT -5
"No one is going to help you. You need to learn how to help yourself."He let go of her finally. Anger fled back to Dreamer, replacing her fear, making her more stubborn than ever. Immedietly, she smacked Mike across the face. "You mean like that?" she asked. Dreamer started to run. She couldn't go out into the streets, it would cause attention and people to get hurt. Acting on impulse, she impatiently tried to run up one of the hanging escape ladders, succeeding in only catching the first bar, so she hung a foot off the cement floor. Nonetheless she tried harder to get away. ((Sorry. It's late  ))
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on May 25, 2008 14:34:06 GMT -5
"You mean like that?"
When she slapped him, Mike snapped his head to the left, making it seem like she had hit him a lot harder than she had. Turning back to her, Mike chuckled. "Yes, something like that..." Mike rubbed his cheek, shaking his head and chuckling. "Blast, that hurt." He continued to rub his cheek, probably only making the sting worse. It really didn't hurt that bad, she didn't put that much strength behind it. That little slap alone wasn't going to protect her on the rough streets of New York. Dreamer wasn't the kind of girl Mike thought would be a newsie; Jack must be getting soft.
When she ran to the ladder, Mike smirked. This was going to be entertaining. And it was. She could only make it to the first rung and simply dangled a few feet off the ground. Mike chuckled and leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. "How is that working for ya, love?"
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Post by Dreamer on May 25, 2008 15:45:52 GMT -5
"How is that working for ya, love?"
As she tried to get up to the second rung of the escape ladder, Dreamer looked down to find Mike leaning against the wall, arms folded, with that stupid smirk once again spread across his face.
She glared at him, slightly embarassed, but not really showing it.
She reached for the second rung, but couldn't stretch her fingers far enough to reach the rusty bar.
Letting out a grunt of temporary defeat, she looked down at Mike again, getting ready to kick him.
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on May 25, 2008 18:27:56 GMT -5
The smirk never seemed to leave his face as he watched her. Mike wondered if he would be stuck like that. It would be a sight, Mike's face stuck like that. But then again, the smirk was usually on Mike's face. It was like Spot Conlon, he was always smirking. It was like their trademarks. Jack and his stupid bandanna, Race had his idiotic cigar, and Spot and Mike had their smirks. Mike didn't really like grouping himself with those idiots though. Especially Conlon. Spot could have been so much more than he is. He's the King of Brooklyn, but with Mike the two of them together could do so much more! Conlon frustrated Mike.
Mike was jerked out of his thoughts as Dreamer made a noise. His eyes took in her position, dangling from the ladder. Laughter erupted from his throat and he tried to cover it up with a cough. She already looked like she was going to murder him. Mike continued to smirk, waiting for her to make her move. Would she jump down and try to run out of the alley, or would she continue trying to climb the ladder.
Mike didn't even know why he was still here. Either way, he was done with her. If she tried to run out of the alley, he would let her. It wasn't like he was going to beat her up. That was weak. If she got away and told Jacky-boy about what happened, so be it. Mike wasn't worried. After her little act earlier this week at the distribution center it wasn't like they were going to be to worried about it. And besides, Mike needed to talk to Jack. Maybe Dreamer could get him to come to him.
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Post by Dreamer on May 25, 2008 21:11:13 GMT -5
Suddenly, Dreamer's grip fell off the ladder, and the next thing she knew she was on the ground with a very unpleasent landing right in front of Mike.
She was all right, but then she got an idea.
Holding her leg, she pretended that she had injured herself from the fall. She even whimpered like she wouldin real life, and even managed to squeeze out a few tears.
"Ow," she whimpered. "I--I think I broke something,"
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on May 25, 2008 23:52:13 GMT -5
"Ow," she whimpered. "I--I think I broke something,"
Mike scoffed and rolled her eyes. She was either really weak or lying. Mike decided on the latter. She obviously was lying, for what reason, Mike didn't know. She had thrown him many surprises the past few minutes. But what did she expect to gain with her lie? He wasn't going to bloody help her. So, what did she want?
"Well, what to you want me to do?" He asked, playing along.
{That was short. Sorry}
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Post by Dreamer on May 25, 2008 23:58:16 GMT -5
"Well, what to you want me to do?"
Dreamer, still pretending to be in pain, grew a bit hopeful. This seemed to be working. She couldn't believe it but it was working! Quickly, she thought of an answer.
"Listen," she whimpered a bit more. "I know we kind of started off on the wrong foot, but do you think you can get me back to the Lodging House? Please? I don't think I can walk. My leg hurts a lot,"
She waited for Mike's answer, hoping it would work out.
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on Jun 1, 2008 14:07:11 GMT -5
"Listen, I know we kind of started off on the wrong foot, but do you think you can get me back to the Lodging House? Please? I don't think I can walk. My leg hurts a lot,"
Mike pursed his lips and leaned against the wall, looking down at her. "I don't know, Love..." He began, playing along. "I'm not exactly getting along with some of the Manhattan newsies." He shrugged and tried to act nonchalant. But inside, Mike was cracking up. Did she think she was fooling him? Mike knew a fake act when he saw one. And even is she wasn't faking it, Mike wasn't going to bring her to the lodging house. That was suicide. He'd been through that once.
But the fact that she thought she was fooling him made him upset. Did she think he was that stupid? Mike chewed on his lips, trying to think of a way out of this. He could walk away and just leave her alone. But then she would probably start screaming and that would not turn out well. Or he could trick her into walking. But how?
Mike took a step toward her and leaned down so he was inches from her face. A scowl appeared on his face and his calm facade was wiped off his face. "This is your fault," he sneered. "If ya would have kept walking and left me alone, none of this would have happened." He shrugged, all traces of his once angry face was gone. He shrugged again, this time a little more exaggerated and sighed heavily. Mike pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it quickly. He flicked the match out and took a long drag of the cigarette. A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as the nicotine entered his body. He continued to smoke, seemingly unmoved by the fact that Dreamer was still on the ground beside him.
((Need more out of ya, Dreams.))
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Post by Dreamer on Jun 1, 2008 16:46:52 GMT -5
"I don't know, Love..." He began, playing along. "I'm not exactly getting along with some of the Manhattan newsies."
There he goes again. Calling her "Love". Dreamer restrained herself from rolling or eyes or scowling at him, and continued to act all innocent and pretend that she was hurt. She was starting to get the impression that he wasn't buying her little act, so she thought quickly to try to make her plan work.
"Please?" she propped herself up on her elbows, pushing herself towards the wall. "At least just get me to the front door. You don't even have to take me to the Lodging House technically. You could just take me to a block away, and leave. I'm pretty sure I could manage at least a block,"
When Mike leaned in toward her with this sinister look, Dreamer sort of leaned back, a bit frightened. She hoped that she wasn't pushing it too far.
"This is your fault," he sneered. "If ya would have kept walking and left me alone, none of this would have happened."
"Correction," Dreamer spoke before she thought. "If you would've kept walking and left the Manhatten newsies alone, none of this would've happened. So it's actually your fault,"
Mike seemed to ignore her, and started a fresh cigarrette. Dreamer made a face as the smell of tobacco smoke reached the tips of her nose. She let out a silent gag, repulsed by it's aroma.
"You know," she started. "Smoking is bad for your health,"
When he ignored her more, continuing to smoke, Dreamer had managed to get herself on her feet. Shoulder's back and head high, she moved to try to talk to him face to face.
"Hey--" she started with a scowl on her face.
Being Dreamer, Dreamer can't go anywhere without tripping over her own two feet.
So, she tripped, bumping into Mike, but not hard to knock them over, nor his cigarrette. Dreamer wish it had. She was now a mere 1/2 inch from his face, and in complete contact of the cloud of smoke.
The moment she opened her mouth to speak, she had breathed in the suffocating air, and started coughing, desperately trying to get more air.
Each time she tried to breathe in fresh, clean air, she took in an unpleasent helping of tobacco smoke.
She coughed uncontrollably, clinging tightly onto Mike so she wouldn't collapse. If someone was walking by the alley they were in, it would almost look as if she and Mike were hugging, or Mike was comforting Dreamer.
Yeah, like that would happen.
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on Jun 3, 2008 15:11:26 GMT -5
"Please? At least just get me to the front door. You don't even have to take me to the Lodging House technically. You could just take me to a block away, and leave. I'm pretty sure I could manage at least a block,"
Mike looked at her. She really was pretty good at the pity act. He felt his heart twang for a moment. But only for a moment. Mike chuckled/sneered and turned away from her. "Let me think about that-" pause, "Uh, no." He wasn't meaning to be cruel, okay yes, he was.
"Correction If you would've kept walking and left the Manhattan newsies alone, none of this would've happened. So it's actually your fault,"
Mike decided to ignore her. So far, talking wasn't helping. At first, he thought it would be entertaining to argue with her. But now he was just annoyed. Maybe if he ignore her, she would leave him alone. Yeah, he doubted that.
"You know, Smoking is bad for your health,"
Mike inhaled deeply and exhaled. "Do I look like I care?" He mused. Of course not. Mike smoked every so often, when he was stressed or antsy. Right now he just needed something to occupy his hands so he didn't strangle the girl next to him.
"Hey--"
She tripped and fell against Mike, right into the line of his smoke. She coughed, which soon turned into a coughing fit. Mike chuckled and pushed her off of him and unto the wall next to him. "Maybe your right, maybe smoking is bad you ya..." He took one last drag and flicked the cigarette away.
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Post by Dreamer on Jun 4, 2008 12:53:09 GMT -5
She couldn't stop coughing. The smoke was filling up her lungs. It was unbearable for her.
Mike pushed her off of him, so she slumped against the wall next to him. Dreamer let her forehead rest against the rusty red colored bricks, trying to take in sweet clean air. Somehow, she couldn't. She could still feel like there was smoke entering in her lungs.
Coughing uncontrollably still, she tried to speak.
"Look," her voice sounded choked between coughs. "Wh--*cough*--what do you--*cough**cough*--want me to do for you?"
Dreamer started coughing again, trying to control it.
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on Jun 9, 2008 22:20:50 GMT -5
"Look, Wh--*cough*--what do you--*cough**cough*--want me to do for you?"
Mike sighed and rolled his eyes. Either she had never been around second hand smoke or she was over reacting. Figuring the latter, Mike suddenly got frustrated. So, she thought she could pul the wool of his eyes? His temper began to flare and he found himself breathing deeply. For the past half hour, Mike had controlled his anger. He wanted to hit her so badly, but he controlled himself. But now, after holding it for so long, Mike found himself loosing control. She was pushing him, and she knew it. This was her plan. Mike grunted and flicked his cigarette to the side.
Ignoring her question and her completely, Mike strolled out of the alley. He needed to get away from her, away from this place. He walked to the end of the alley, squinting his eyes against the sun. Figuring Dreamer was going to follow, Mike picked up his pace. Right now, he would do anything to get rid of this annoying girl. She had caused him nothing but trouble. At first, Mike had thought that he could use her; but now he just found her a nuisance.
Honestly, Mike had not message for Jack. He never planned on beating her up. He never planned on threatening her. He never planned on talking to her for more than two-seconds. A simple, "Hello stupid girl and goodbye," would have been fine. But no, Mike had to stick around and mess around with her. Lord only knows what was going to happen now. Mike and his stupid pride.
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