Post by oceansand588 on May 23, 2008 21:21:51 GMT -5
Kid Blink pushed his way through the crowded market, beaming. He'd had a good day, and he'd only been out on the streets for an hour or so. He looked down at his few remaining papers and smirked. "Only ten more," he thought excitedly and looked around, searching the crowds for a familiar face, "Only ten more, and then I can go and find Mush and... do something to him."
When he woke up this morning to the wonderful world of Kloppman shouting and Mush chattering, Kid had been feeling extra creative. It was a first, for Kid was not a morning person, and his creativity usually only kicked in once he'd had a good shower to wake him up and a bit of coffee from the nuns. But this morning... Kid knew it was going to be a good day. The headlines would be good. He was sure of it. And Mush hadn't talked in his sleep during the night either, consequently enabling Kid to fall asleep quickly, all of which he was sure was a good omen. To Mush's surprise, Kid had dropped out of bed only a few minutes after he had. And then, when Mush was in the shower, Kid had stolen his hat from his bed and stashed it under Mush's mattress. In it's place, Kid put a hat he'd made the previous day out of his left over newspapers. Mush was distinctly displeased when he went to retrieve it before heading out. He'd spent 2 minutes searching every nook and cranny in and around his bunk, except for under his mattress before he realized Blink was watching him and cracking up. "It's my hat Blink! Give me my hat! You couldn't have even bothered t'make a hat outta' a pape with good headlines, could ya'!?" Kid rolled his eyes. He didn't really feel like selling anymore that day. He glanced down at the papers under his left arm, and smirked. Today the headlines were good. And Mush did seem bothered by the fact that the headlines on the hat were pretty bad... Maybe Kid would feel generous enough to make the whole bunk hats. Well, except for Racetrack. Kid didn't fancy having a black eye in addition to his eye patch....
When he woke up this morning to the wonderful world of Kloppman shouting and Mush chattering, Kid had been feeling extra creative. It was a first, for Kid was not a morning person, and his creativity usually only kicked in once he'd had a good shower to wake him up and a bit of coffee from the nuns. But this morning... Kid knew it was going to be a good day. The headlines would be good. He was sure of it. And Mush hadn't talked in his sleep during the night either, consequently enabling Kid to fall asleep quickly, all of which he was sure was a good omen. To Mush's surprise, Kid had dropped out of bed only a few minutes after he had. And then, when Mush was in the shower, Kid had stolen his hat from his bed and stashed it under Mush's mattress. In it's place, Kid put a hat he'd made the previous day out of his left over newspapers. Mush was distinctly displeased when he went to retrieve it before heading out. He'd spent 2 minutes searching every nook and cranny in and around his bunk, except for under his mattress before he realized Blink was watching him and cracking up. "It's my hat Blink! Give me my hat! You couldn't have even bothered t'make a hat outta' a pape with good headlines, could ya'!?" Kid rolled his eyes. He didn't really feel like selling anymore that day. He glanced down at the papers under his left arm, and smirked. Today the headlines were good. And Mush did seem bothered by the fact that the headlines on the hat were pretty bad... Maybe Kid would feel generous enough to make the whole bunk hats. Well, except for Racetrack. Kid didn't fancy having a black eye in addition to his eye patch....
