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Post by Dreamer on Apr 30, 2008 17:28:23 GMT -5
"Dreamer! Quit bein' an idiot! Go get 'em!"
"No!" Dreamer shouted at Racetrack. "YOU quit being an idiot and tell me what is going on here?"
"Stop hitting him! What is the matter with you?!" she cried.
Suddenly, the stranger started fighting Race too. Dreamer stood back against the wall watching the scene. She didn't understand. Didn't the guy start out to try and make peace with Racetrack or something? How come all of a sudden he was fighting too?
Dreamer couldn't let Racetrack take on this guy on his own, and just stand there. A complete stranger was beating up a friend of hers. So she thought to herself quickly.
Whose side would she take in this situation? The stranger's or Racetrack's?
As soon as she remembered the look in the strangers eyes, and how he reminded her of someone from a past she wanted to forget.
She didn't know how she got there in the first place. The next thing she knew, she jumped on the guy's back, wrapping her arms around his chest from behind, and her legs across his waist from behind.
"Why are you doing this?" she shouted. "Leave him alone! Jack! Specs! Crutchy! Help!"
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Post by Anthony Higgins on May 2, 2008 19:25:37 GMT -5
"No! YOU quit being an idiot and tell me what is going on here?"
What the hell was going on with her? She was being damn difficult, that's what. She didn't have to know what the hell was going on, all she had to do was find the fellas, and she was having a hard time figuring out how bad she had to do that. Race was past irritation at this point and screamed at her, "Goddamn it, Dreamer! You don't need to freakin' know! Get the fellas if ya know what's good for ya!" She'd pushed him to the point that if he wasn't fighting with Mike, he would have given her a shove or something. But he didn't understand how she could just be standing around, not moving a finger when he was screaming at her to get her ass in gear...
"Stop hitting him! What is the matter with you?!"
"Get the hell outta here, Dreamer!" Race yelled, finally rounding to face her and pointing out of the alley quickly. "Find Jack! Find Mush or Blink, anyone! Just GO!" He turned back in time to swing at Mike again, but his punch was blocked, and Mike's fist slammed into his gut. Race's wind left him, and he doubled over, gasping. He was all out of air and in a bit of pain, but he couldn't put his guard down. He knew what Mike could do, and he didn't want it to happen to him.
Suddenly, Dreamer ran behind Mike and jumped on top of his back. "Why are you doing this?" she shouted. "Leave him alone! Jack! Specs! Crutchy! Help!" Racetrack was stunned, but he was more angry than anything. This girl was stupid. Absolutely stupid. She had no idea what she was getting herself into, and the naivety of her was what frustrated Race more than anything. "Get the hell off him, ya freakin' moron!" he yelled at her. "Go do what I tole' ya, God damn it!" He didn't know what to do at this point. He figured Mike would do a damn good job of getting Dreamer off himself. But as of now Race could take some free shots, but he refrained. All he wanted was for Dreamer to run for Jack and the guys so they could come and help him bag Mike once and for all...why wasn't she doing anything?
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on May 2, 2008 22:36:56 GMT -5
A lot happened in the next few moments. The girl, whom Racetrack called Dreamer, kept prodding Racetrack and himself. If he wasn't using this to his advantage, he would be very annoyed with her. Well, actually, he was insanely annoyed with her, just choose not to show it.
Racetrack on the other hand, was livid. He was yelling curse after curse, trying to get Dreamer to leave. He wanted her to get the others and actually be a help. Anything but stand there and ask dumb questions. Of course, this helped Mike profusely. It made all his hits easier and to the point. While Race's were distracted and sloppy. He was focusing to much on the girl. Mike thanked her... again.
Suddenly, Dreamer jumped on his back and started to pound her fist on his back. Mike grunted. What the-? He shoved back wards, aiming to push her off. What did she bloody think she was doing? Racetrack stopped dead in his tracks. (No pun intended) He was shocked. Shocked at Dreamer for being so stupid and naive. At first, Mike praised her child like behavior, now he cursed it.
As Racetrack stood frozen, Mike took advantage of that. He swung his leg around, hoping to trip Racetrack. Dreamer was still on his back, although he kept trying to throw her off.
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Post by Dreamer on May 2, 2008 23:54:50 GMT -5
"Get the hell off him, ya freakin' moron!" he yelled at her. "Go do what I tole' ya, God damn it!"
"No!" Dreamer shouted as she still hung onto the stranger. "I'm not leaving you to fight all by yourself!"
Suddenly, the stranger had moved swiftly, and she felt herself fall off. Hitting the ground with a thud, she felt something sting in her side painfully, but the anger she felt more caused her to ignore it.
As she stood up, clutching her side, she watched the two boys continue fighting. With an angry look in her eyes, she gave up trying to help Racetrack and find out what was going on. Let them be idiots.
"Fine!" she shouted. "I'll get Jack!"
Rushing out of the alley, Dreamer ran with all of her might, her legs taking long leaps and jumps as she raced down the street.
"Jack!" she shouted. "Jack!"
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Post by Anthony Higgins on May 8, 2008 19:06:32 GMT -5
((I'm replying as both Race and Jack in one post to make it easier on me. I'm pretty sure I can do that...))
"No! I'm not leaving you to fight all by yourself!"
Racetrack was flushed with anger at Dreamer. She was being a complete stubborn idiot, and Race hated the fact that she wasn't listening to him. He couldn't believe she would rather make feeble attempts at getting to Mike rather than go get help, like she seemed so keen on doing. "Damn you, Dreamer!" Race yelled, still unsure of what to do. But it seemed Mike made the decision for him. He made a quick movement, sending Dreamer to the ground. Quickly, Mike swung his leg around, and Race hadn't expected it in the least. His feet were knocked out from under him, and he fell hard. No sooner was he down then he realized he needed to get back up, and fast. He scrambled back to his feet, his head spinning a little and the scrapes on his hands from the coarse ground of the alleyway stinging in the air. He balled his fist and swung at Mike again, putting his full weight behind the blow.
"Fine! I'll get Jack!"
"Go!" Racetrack yelled, nothing short of relived that she was finally doing what he'd been telling her from the beginning. He heard her run out of the alley, calling Jack's name, but he didn't bother looking. He never took his eyes off Mike. During this short lull in the fighting, Race wondered how badly he was beat up. Neither him or Mike had been able to get in any exceptional hits, but Race's breathing was ragged, and his was hard for him to clench his fists. Some of the scrapes showed small, thin lines of blood. He wondered if Mike was feeling any worse...although he had a hard time telling. He said savagely to Mike, "I ain't lettin' ya get outta here..." There was no way he would let Mike out of the alley and on to the streets before Jack and the fellas got here. He could only wait, and hope like hell Dreamer was being quick about finding Jack...
"Jack! Jack!"
Apparently someone heard the name being called from a while away. The call went from mouth to mouth, like a string of messengers at separate posts positioned several yards away. Finally, Jack himself could hear it. "Jack, back there!" He looked down the street to see Bumlets pointing back in the direction they had come. Without hesitation, Jack began running back in that direction. In about two blocks and only a few short minutes, he met with Dreamer, who seemed to be the source of the call. He staggered to a stop, winged by Kid Blink and Specs, who decided to follow him. Between gasping for breath, he asked Dreamer hurriedly, "What? Where is he?" He hoped she wasn't pulling this for nothing. Apparently something had happened, and he could tell by the look of things, it hadn't been good.
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on May 8, 2008 19:48:12 GMT -5
In the confusion of the moment, Race got a pretty good swing in. It hit Mike in the jaw and his head snapped back. Blood started to drip from his lip and he knew he would have a fat lip the next day. Besides that, Mike hoped he would get out of here pretty unharmed. Dreamer took off and Mike cursed her. Why did she have to be sensible? Just a few more moments and Mike would be finished with Race and her. She was obviously going to get Jack and the other. Panic rose in his chest. Mike wasn't a coward, but he wasn't a fool. Going against several newsboys, Mike had a small chance.
"I ain't lettin' ya get outta here..."
Mike smirked and replied, "Bloody hell you aren't..." Mike pulled his arm back and released, putting everything he had into that one punch. If he could just distract Racetrack for a few moments, maybe even knocking him out, Mike could make a run for it. Him running was not a sign of him being cowardly, it was a sign of him being smart. No person in their right mind would fight seven to eight boys alone. As his fist flew to wards Race, he prepared for another one, just in case Racetrack blocked his punch. He lowered himself into a fighting position, ready to get out of here before the Dreamer came back with anyone.
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Post by Dreamer on May 8, 2008 21:11:08 GMT -5
When Dreamer finally found Jack, she felt dead on tired. She leaned against the wall, but that made whatever was aching on her side feel worse, so she pushed herself back straight and looked at him, taking breaths of air.
"What? Where is he?"
Dreamer pointed behind her, still holding her side.
"Back at an alley..." she gasped for air. "By the Distribution Center...Racetrack...that stranger...Race is in trouble! I tried to help out, but he told me to get you! Hurry! Ah!"
Dreamer looked at her fingers that held on her side, and saw blood on them. Shaking a bit she started to worry. Did she fall on a shard of broken glass or something when the stranger threw her off of his back. She shook her head, and decided to not worry about it. Racetrack was in trouble, and now that she had found Jack and the other newsboys, help would be in on the way.
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Post by Anthony Higgins on May 9, 2008 14:34:54 GMT -5
"Bloody hell you aren't..."
Before Race could react, he felt Mike's fist collide with his face. There was a loud crunch and a blinding pain, and Racetrack felt the warm flow of blood from his nose before he felt the searing pain. It sent him to his knees, and he cursed thickly through it. His hands cupped his nose, and the slightest touch told him it was broken. God damn it... His eyes welled up with hot tears, as much as he didn't want them to. But he'd never had anything broken before, and the pain was immense...
Mike. He had to stop Mike from leaving the alley. He hissed in pain and looked opened his eyes, first seeing his hands and shirtfront stained with blood, and then locking eyes with Mike. He staggered to his feet and reached out to grab him, trying to hold him back or get him on the ground or something, just to deter his exit long enough for Dreamer to come back with Jack. Mike was bigger than him, but he figured that maybe he had a shot. At this point Race would play dirty if he had to. Oh, good Lord, getting his nose busted hurt something awful, but Race had learned (by getting soaked multiple times) that sometimes you had to act regardless of pain.
Jack watched as Dreamer tried to catch her breath. She told him in fragmented statements, "Back at an alley...By the Distribution Center...Racetrack...that stranger...Race is in trouble! I tried to help out, but he told me to get you! Hurry!"
As Dreamer exclaimed about a cut in her side, Jack exchanged frightened glances with Kid Blink, who exclaimed, "Mike's gonna kill him..." It was all Jack and Specs needed to start running, Kid Blink following at their heels. They hurried full speed in the direction Dreamer had come, glancing into every alley as they passed. Finally, Specs spotted Race and Mike in one of them. "Jack!" he cried, and veered off toward the mouth of the alley. Jack took up the lead, and ran inside.
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on May 10, 2008 12:17:03 GMT -5
A sickening sound came from Race's nose, telling Mike that he had indeed broken it. Mike cringed and smirked with pleasure. That felt good. Punching someone so hard that they fell to their knees sent a surge of adrenaline through him. He wanted badly to go in for another punch, but knew he needed to get out of there. If he was caught in this alley with the newsies, he had a very small chance of getting out.
Mike rushed out of the alley, jumping over Race. Before he could get inches from Racetrack, he'd gotten ah old of his leg. Mike went spiraling to the ground, landing with a thud. Mike groaned and rubbed his side. That was painful. He clenched his teeth and lunged at Racetrack, both of them on the ground now.
Minuted later, Jack, Specs, Blink, and Dreamer arrived in the alley. Mike wasn't paying attention and didn't notice them. He was kind of busy at the moment.
{Kind of short}
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Post by Dreamer on May 13, 2008 12:45:28 GMT -5
It was kind of painful to run along with Jack,Specs, and Blink, but when Dreamer and the others got back to the alley, things seemed to look worse than ever. Still holing her side, she watched as the guy beat the life out of Racetrack. How could he just send her away and expect to just take on this guy on his own?! She should've been more stubborn and stayed!
Well, she wasn't going to take it anymore.There was something about him that made her scared. Angry.Full of a sort of revenge she thought she could never fulfill.
The next thing she knew, she charged full on, slamming into the guy bringing him down so that she was on top of him, trying to hold him down.
"Get Race outta here!" she shouted to the other newsies. "Hurry!"
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Post by Anthony Higgins on May 14, 2008 20:17:23 GMT -5
A grunt and a thud told Race that he had succeeded in tripping Mike. That was pure luck, he thought. Despite a throbbing pain and his nose gushing blood, he was getting lucky. But all thoughts of luck were pretty much erased when Mike lunged at him, landing on top of him. Race struggled, trying to push Mike off or at least push them over so Mike was beneath him, as he'd been taught to do when in a situation like this. The blood from his nose and the sharp pain distracted him, but he needn't have worried...he could see Jack, Kid Blink, Specs and Dreamer coming toward the alley.
Dreamer, the stupid girl, was the first one to act. She threw herself at Mike, managing to push him off Racetrack. Race rolled away and scrambled to his feet. Dreamer was lucky Mike hadn't been paying attention at the time; otherwise she wouldn't have had a chance to pull a stunt like that. "Get Race outta here! Hurry!" she cried.
Who was she kidding? "The hell, I'm leavin'!" Race exclaimed, his words muffled by his arm, which he had pressed below his nose to catch the flow of blood. It seemed to finally be stinting, but not before Race's clothes (he didn't exactly have a spare outfit at home, which made it all the worse) were stained red. It looked to Race like Dreamer was going to be the one who needed to get outta here...
Jack seemed to concur. He didn't know why Dreamer was acting like such a fool. She apparently had no idea that Mike could kill her as soon as look at her, and he could soak her dead any minute. The first thing he did was take Dreamer by the collar and around her waist and pulled her off Mike. Winging him and acting with precision, Kid Blink and Specs (two of the biggest boys in the gang of newsies, so it was no wonder Jack had asked them to stick around him in case they found Mike) grabbed Mike's arms and heaved him to his feet.
Jack positioned Dreamer next to Race in the alley. "Stay outta this, Dreamer," he commanded, "till you know what you're up against." He turned back to Kid Blink and Specs, who had a grip on Mike, but Jack knew that if Mike really wanted to he could take them all on and they would still have a pretty good fight going. He knew that Specs and Kid Blink could hold on for as long as they wanted and as tight as they wanted...Mike could probably get out if he wanted to...
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on May 18, 2008 12:40:59 GMT -5
They rolled over and over again, fighting to pin the other down. Each of them got in a few punches and Mike could already feel the bruises forming. Blood was everywhere and they both probably looked like a mess. Mike grumbled as he noticed the blood all over his shirt. This was his nice shirt to... Mike threw a punch at Race, putting as much force behind it as he could. Long ago, Mike had given up his calm and cool exterior. Now he was rolling around on the ground, fighting like a dog.
Race managed to pin Mike. It was unexpected and it caught Mike off guard. He laid still, under Race, trying to catch his breath. As he did this, he got a good look at Race. His nose was obviously broken; Mike had to smirk at this. Blood covered most of his face, probably from his nose. He had a nice bruise under his left eye and Mike figured that would be swollen shut in the morning. Mike could only guess what he looked like.
Suddenly, another body came into the equation. Dreamer rammed into them, causing Race to fall off and Mike to stumble. That bloody girl just wouldn't stop! Mike growled and threw her off of him. Mike hoped she would hit the wall and be knocked unconscious. She was just in the way now. Mike didn't need her anymore; he just wanted her gone.
"Get Race outta here! Hurry!"
"The hell, I'm leavin'!"
Mike rolled his eyes and turned to look at the alley. There was four boys and one girl. Mike knew he could hold them off, but Race had done a number to his leg when he tripped him. But he would have to try. Race was in pretty bad shape; his arm was being held to his nose, trying to stop the flow of blood. Mike smirked. Race was going to look lovely in the morning.
Jack grabbed Dreamer and pulled her away. At least Jack was doing something right. If Dreamer would struggle with Jack for a moment, Mike would only have two and a half boys to fight. Mike counted Race as a half because he was pretty beat up. Kid and Specs grabbed Mike and hoisted him up. Mike let him and caught his breath. If he wanted to, Mike would have both of them on the ground; but right now he just wanted to catch his breath.
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Post by Dreamer on May 18, 2008 20:59:42 GMT -5
It wasn't exactly fun being thrown off a few seconds after Dreamer tried to help the Manhatten newsies by holding off the guy who had practically beaten Racetrack to a bloody pulp. She landed on the side where she was hurt, hitting her head against the wall, as she collided with a bunch of trash cans. She put the pain and frustration aside when she started to come over again.
But what she didn't realize was when the guy threw her off of him, the cut on her side that was almost like a silly little scratch was now flowing with blood from a broken shard of an old whiskey bottle.
It was Jack that made her notice how bad the pain was. When he grabbed her around the waist to pull her off of the guy, his hand actually pushed in the bloody glass shard further into the skin.
"Ah!" her yell of pain almost bounced off the alley's walls.
Jack set her beside Racetrack, practically unaware of her condition and what he just did.
"Stay outta this, Dreamer," he commanded, "till you know what you're up against."
Before Dreamer could protest, she looked at her side, and now noticed that her hands were covered in her own blood from holding the wound. Slowly, she held them up to her face, and almost felt dizzy just by looking at the red sticky liquid running down her hands. She stepped forward to Jack as Specs and Kid Blink hoisted a very mad looking guy, and placed a hand on his shoulder.
Her breathing was becoming quickened and fast pace, and sweat was pouring off her forehead.
"Jack..."she started in a small voice
Before she could finish, her legs gave out and collapsed to the ground.
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Post by Anthony Higgins on May 19, 2008 14:50:44 GMT -5
Mike didn't struggle, which surprised Race. All he did was stand there, as if he was biding his time or something. He looked pretty out of breath. They all did, what with having such a brawl. Boy, if this wasn't the worst Race had ever been in. The flow of blood had stinted a little, and the sharp pain from his broken nose had reduced to a dull throbbing. He would have Kloppman set it right like he did with Dutchy's busted wrist that one time...Dutchy had yelled like nobody's business, but at least his wrist looked okay after.
Race didn't move as Dreamer was situated next to him. Great, he thought, the two invalids. He noticed that Dreamer had a cut on her side. Well, that was too bad, he thought, but right now he wasn't in the mood for sympathizing. He was much worse off, anyway, and she wouldn't have much of a problem. It was just a cut, after all. She wanted to know how to be a newsie? Well, that entailed taking a few shots and getting wrecked a little. No sweat.
But the real action was where Mike, Jack, Kid Blink and Specs stood. When he was finished with Dreamer, Jack turned to Mike, and in response Blink and Specs gripped Mike's arms tighter. Jack's eyes were cold with hate, but he was composed. Race admired that in his friend...Jack rarely lost his temper with anything, and sometimes his coldness was worse than his choler. But the look in Jack's eyes foretold a storm... Jack looked at Mike, and after a pregnant pause asked, "Ya think you can just walk up to the World like you belong there? Take a place in line, then? Chat up our kids?" He would wait for Mike's reply, even though he had much more he wanted to say.
He was interrupted by Dreamer's hand on his shoulder. He glanced at her, but then remembered to keep his eyes on Mike. He flashed his gaze back to his ex-friend, just as Dreamer called out weakly, "Jack..." He spared her another quick glance as she fell to the ground in a faint. Jack grimaced, cursed, and called, "Race...get her, will ya?" With Mike here, some things took back seat. He knew Dreamer would be okay. He had other, more important things to deal with...
When Dreamer fell, Race frowned. He could only suppose she couldn't stand the sight of her own blood or something. Well, Jack told him to get her out of there, and so he did. Careful of the cut on her side, he took her by the arm and grasped her around the waist, tugging her to the side of the alley where he stood. Boy, what a sight this would be to a passer-by...six street kids, two covered in blood, one passed out, three ganging up on one, and the one looking like he'd just been beaten with a stick. Race had to admit, he was interested as to how the situation would unfold...
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Post by Mike D. Greaser on May 20, 2008 8:32:21 GMT -5
Specs and Kid had a pretty good hold on Mike. His body slouched slightly as he let it rest. He could get out of this hold, if he wanted to; but right now he was just biding his time. He figured he could take on all three of them, but there was always the possibility that these newsies had gotten better since he last fought them. Race definitely had. Mike knew there was a possibly that he wouldn't get out of here in one piece, but hopefully with Racetrack and Dreamer being out of the fight and pretty much in the way, Mike could get out of here.
Specs and Kid gripped him tighter and Mike found himself chuckling. Did they actually think they could hold Mike D. Greaser? Instead of fighting back, Mike turned to Specs. "Hey, hey watch the goods," he said coolly. He didn't fear what they would do to him, not now. He was in the fighting mood and three against one sounded strangely fun to him. He was waiting, though, waiting for the opportune moment.
"Ya think you can just walk up to the World like you belong there? Take a place in line, then? Chat up our kids?"
Mike struggled to stand up straight against the hold of the two boys. "Well, actually, I was standing there when one of your newsies," he looked a Dreamer and sneered. She was only in the way now, not helping him at all. He continued, "Walked up to me and started talking to me. I would have been on my way and out of your guys hair if she would have left me alone." He looked at Jack and smirked. It was time for Mike to use what he knew against Jack. "Could never control your newsies, eh Jacky boy?"
Dreamer fainted and Mike started laughing. What kind of newsie fainted at the sight of her own blood? This is what Jack had as newsies? Mike knew that Jack must be embarrassed at what he saw. He suppressed his laughing and turned his face serious again. If Jack wanted to talk, then he would talk.
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