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Post by Boxer on Feb 27, 2008 20:03:35 GMT -5
Boxer stopped at the Horace Greeley Statue. She had been running and was out of breath, bending over to put her hands on her knees as she took galps of air.
Her hair was a mess, her hat in her hands as chunks of hair were pulled from her braid and layed in messy disarray over her shoulders. She had a split lip and a cut near her right eye brow. Straightening up she hollard some curse words in Italian towards the way she had just come before turning and falling against the statue.
With a frustrated growl, she pulled her braid loose and ran her hand through it to straighten it and then started to rebraid it again. This really was getting rediculous. She had made up her mind she would find this Jack kelly kid and demand he show her how to do this.... no.. not demand, ask.
"hmph" Boxer licked her lips, making a face as she tasted the tinny taste of blood. "aw hell"She sighed, 'Its a good thing I've forgotten what I truly look like"She said with dry sarcasm to herself.
She hadnt seen a reflection of herself in ages and she could only imagine what she must look like on a daily basis now, always having a cut or a bruise, swollen and such. It didnt matter to her though, her face wasnt her concern right now. Her concern was getting some money and a place to sleep, though she might just stick to the roof of the lodging house, something shed been doing for the past couple of days, one of which she had been dropped in on by some kid. |
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Post by Jack Kelly on Feb 27, 2008 21:08:10 GMT -5
It wasn't late in the day yet, but already Jack Kelly was becoming disenheartened at the number of papes he was selling. Out of his hundred he had only sold about twenty or thirty so far. The fact was, he still had a lot more in his pile, and he needed his money if he was gonna eat and then buy tomorrow's papes. But if tomorrow's headlines were as lousy as these ones were turning out to be, he thought bitterly, he might as well forget about selling them tomorrow...
He had covered most of the surrounding streets as well as half of central park. His feet were starting to hurt from all the walking, and he made his way back to Newsies Square to try and sell off some bogus headlines to a few passers-by. He noticed someone hear the statue, and glanced over. When the girl straightened and began to braid her hair, he realized he knew her from somewhere. The face quickly matched up with the name: Boxer.
Having recalled the conversation they had in the alleyway (and recalling something some of his boys said about seeing some girl in the roof a few times) he made his way over to her. "That you, Boxer?" he said by way of greeting. As he approached he caught sight of her face: it was bruised up; evidently she'd been in some kind of fight. "Hell! What happened to you?"
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Post by Boxer on Feb 27, 2008 21:23:55 GMT -5
Boxer had finally finished braiding her hair when she heard a familiar voice. She grumbled under her breath as she put her hair up into her hat, tipping it back so it was at about her hairline giving her the ability to see Jack clearly.
"unfortunately"She said when he asked if it was her. "I dunno, why dontchu tell me."She retorted then shook her head. "Nevamind"she said, "Just a day in the life of a streetrat"Boxer smirked, wincing a bit as her lip pulled apart some.
"Mm.. Funny thing you stopped by"She leaned back and crossed her arms casually over her chest, one arm bending up as she rubbed her chin. "Was about to look for ya"
Boxer quirked a brow at him. "So about dis... newsie business..>"She waved her hand a bit, 'I was thinkin' I should try it out.... you show me?"she asked. She could have just tried to do it herself, going out there and looking like a fool because she didnt know what she was doing, but Boxer was not an idiot. SHe had pride, but that pride also fell into using her brain. She wasnt going to try and pretend she knew what she was doing because she was too proud to ask for help,... no way.
"So whaddya say?"She asked. She knew he wouldnt turn her down he had been the one to tell her about it and he also had so far been a decent guy, so she didnt think hed actually say no to her. |
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Post by Jack Kelly on Feb 28, 2008 21:02:43 GMT -5
"Nevamind, Just a day in the life of a streetrat"
Jack nodded understandingly. He'd been beaten up bad before, he'd admit it, but mostly because you should have seen the other guy. He knew that usually when you got a black eye you didn't like to talk about how you got it. Odds are the one who gave you the black eye got the better of you. "Well, that's the life..." he said casually.
"So about dis... newsie business...I was thinkin' I should try it out.... you show me?"
His eyebrows went up a bit. He hadn't really thought Boxer would take up on his offer. She had seemed pretty receptive of the information he'd given her, but had struck him as too proud to really consider anything. Jack knew pride, and he knew people who were proud or wary of others, like he considered Boxer to be, rarely asked for help.
"So whaddya say?"
He considered for a moment and nodded. "Alright. Sure, I'll show ya the ropes. See how good you turn out to be." He looked at the pile of papes under his arm and handed her a few. "Here..." he said. He looked at Boxer's condition: black eye and split lip. He nodded to her. "It's sometimes good to look a little beat up. People feel sorry for you." Glancing at the front page again, he said to her, "Lousy headline today. Let's see how you do. Go on and sell. I'll stand by and let you take care of it."
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Post by Boxer on Feb 29, 2008 22:20:11 GMT -5
"hmm...."she nodded flicking some dirt off her shirt. She needed some clean clothes. She had three sets in her bag and all of them were dirty. Thankfully she even still had her bag, it had been stolen a couple times, but shed chased them down and got it back. Now she had it stored up on the roof of the lodging house in a safe spot, hopefully no one had found it, at least today. It had been there early this morning when she'd left.
She was glad when he agreed, then she didnt have to beg. Not that she would have, but it was a thought. Plus she wouldnt have had to go to someone else. She knew Jack, well more so then anyone else around here so it was better to just ask him.
She raised a brow when he otld her it was good to look like that at times,it gained sympathy. "hm.."she said. "then I guess Im good at least for a couple days"she smirked.
As he held out some papers she looked down at them and took them before glancing up at him. "I thought you were gonna show me"She said, "How bout you do a couple first then Ill do some"she raised her brows. "Othawise yer throwing me out there blind" |
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Post by Jack Kelly on Mar 1, 2008 16:24:26 GMT -5
"Othawise yer throwing me out there blind"
Jack hesitated for a moment, and then nodded in agreement. He had only thought about it for a moment because he was about to ask how hard it could be: hawk a few headlines, get in people's face, pretend you didn't have change, make people feel sorry for you. But it occured to him that Boxer might not have seen newsies in action before. And Jack himself had someone show him the ropes. So he obliged.
"Alright. Shadow me, and watch close." He looked around, saw a crowd of businessmen, and called "Corpse found in train yard!" He made his way over to their direction. The businessmen glanced up for a moment, and Jack repeated the headline, adding, "Believed to be famous singer!" The businessmen approached him, and he sold three of them papers. They walked away with the papers folded in their hands, and Jack walked away at a quick pace.
Once at a distance, he said to Boxer, "Nothin' to it. But you better get outta there quick afterwards. Don't want nobody catchin' you makin' stuff up..."
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Post by Boxer on Mar 1, 2008 16:48:41 GMT -5
Boxer never had paid attention to what newsies did. To be honest shed only really seen the ones here in New York and she didnt want to buy any papers so she didnt ever really give them a thought. Well not until Jack had said something, but she hadnt observed one.
Boxer nodded a bit, crossing her arms and leaned against a light pole as she observed him head up to some business guys and throw out a headline. She knew it was far from any of the headlines in the paper, but it seemed to work because Jack sold some and hurried back.
Boxer smirked.. "yeah.. easy 'nuff" she agreed as she looked down at the papers in her hands and then looked up. "alright..."She glanced around finding a tree that was circled with a shirt little fence. Boxer licked her fingers, refraining from making a face at the taste and then bent down reaching between the fence holes to rub it in some dirt then brought it up and wiped some streaks on her face. She then brought her split lip into her mouth nibbling it open again. New blood appeared over the dry blood from earlier.
She looked over at Jack with a slight shrug and a determined look before heading out towards some elderly women. She slouched her shoulders a bit and pulled out a paper. Boxer scanned the cover quickly before holding one up before shouting a head line including a sex scandal and the governor. The women quickly bought them up and Boxer took the money before hurrying back over to Jack. "That wasnt so bad"She shrugged. "So... what now?" ((Sorry i had a total brain fart on how to word a good enough headline out lol)) |
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Post by Jack Kelly on Mar 1, 2008 19:09:34 GMT -5
"So...what now?"
Jack shrugged. "Just keep doin' what you're doin'. Maybe twist some words around here, or hawk something real there. You get caught after a while if you just make stuff up all the time." That was the worst thing you could do as a newsie. You didn't want to just hawk some phony story because you thought you could. If there was something up there worth shouting, it should be used without a doubt. And if you could get away with looking innocent and saying you misread something, or misinterpreted it, that was always good, too. But there was no talking your way out of a fake headline. And all too often one of the kids Jack didn't tell that well enough to was chased down by a copper or somebody for lying and suckering someone of of money.
He nodded to Boxer's appearance. "Good thinkin' with the look. Don't go overboard. You want people to feel sorry for you, not stick you in a hospital. People'll buy from a tussed-up newsie. Not a street rat who gets into fights." It was all about knowing what to do and when to do it. Jack knew everything there was to know, and he felt like he could do anything because he knew what he was doing. For Boxer, she would just have to learn by herself. There really wasn't much more Jack could teach her, nothing that she didn't have to figure out herself.
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Post by Boxer on Mar 4, 2008 19:45:22 GMT -5
Boxer nodded, listening to what he was saying. She would take all the tips he could give, besides hes been doing this far longer then she had. She touched her lip subconciouisly when he told her about not over doing it and then nodded to him, her hand dropping back to her side.
She rubbed her thumb over the coins in her hand before looking up at him 'Thanks.."she said and held the papers out to him. "Guess Ill be ready for next time"She said. "When do I gotta go buy the papers?"She asked him.
With her luck shed get there too late, this way she would know for a fact. Boxeer had appreciated him stopping his own selling to show her even with the attitude shed given him. With an after thought, Boxer held the coins out to him as well. "For your time"she said with a small smirk. Granted technically they were his since they were his papers, but she was just teasing. ((Sorry so short)) |
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Post by Anthony Higgins on Mar 4, 2008 19:58:27 GMT -5
"When do I gotta go buy the papers?"
Jack pointed towards the World Building and the Distribution Office. "For the mornin' edition? Seven sharp. You'll see the rest of us hangin' around. Afternoon edition's three thirty. My boys sell the mornin'. We leave the afternoon to them softies who're in school still. Cept when we need the extra dough."
She handed out the coins to him. "For your time," she said. Jack normally would have realized she was just joking, but he took the money. "Thanks. Nothin' in this city's free, ya know..." He pocketed it and nodded to her. "So you'll see the rest of us t'morrow mornin'. Remember everythin' I said and you should be okay."
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