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Post by Jack Kelly on Mar 1, 2008 16:12:45 GMT -5
Jack Kelly was finished selling for the day, and bought a cheap excuse for a lunch at Tibby's before realizing he had nothing to do with the rest of his day. Not many of the other newsies would be back at the lodging house, and the best he could hope for there was a game of cards, dice or maybe toss penny. He wasn't in the mood for a game, not in the least. He had better things to do with his money. He would just have to find it...
Irving Hall was on his walk home. Jack passed it slowly, his eyes scanning the marquee. Irving Hall wouldn't be a bad place to kill some time, he thought. He could take the back entrance, catch up with Medda or watch whatever performance was going on.
He decided to do just that, heading in the side door and climbing the staircase to the backstage area. Finding it empty and not wanting anyone to think he was about to steal something (that was something that had happened more than once, and Jack would rather not have it happen again), he called, "Hey! Anyone around here?"
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Post by Dancer on Mar 4, 2008 23:13:27 GMT -5
Dancer stood up immediately, shocked and scared. She tripped over the big crate holding props and other stage objects and fell onto the floor. Right in front of the guy who had startled her. She had been looking for her point shoes. She always left her stuff there, it was a safe and out of plane sight kind of area.
"Oh!" she said looking up at the boy. "Your Cowboy.. Jack.. uh.. something.." she said pulling herself from the ground. She had always been clumsy, thats why it was so hard for her to be a dancer. But it was her passion, her love, and she would never quit trying. She looked at Jack, he was more handsome than she thought he would be.
"I'm Rose, or Dancer.." she said smiling politely, she held out her hand for him to shake. Dancer was her newsie name, Rose, her birth name. She had never thought it a good name for her because she had never thought herself as pretty, like a rose. However she was sometimes elegant and petite.
((Sorry it took me so long!!))
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Post by Jack Kelly on Mar 5, 2008 11:50:50 GMT -5
Jack flinched as he watched a girl fall over herself over a prop box. She appeared to be one of Medda's dancers. Jack never paid much attention to them before, except when they were on stage. He was about to make sure she was okay, but by the way she pulled herself up and started talking, it looked as if she was fine. "Your Cowboy.. Jack.. uh.. something.."
He smirked a little at her. She was pretty, so that was a plus. Jack would rather run into a pretty girl than some old bag any day. "That's my name, miss. And what might yours be?" Suave as hell, boy. Jack could be suave any time he wanted to, and although he was arrogant and very lofty, he could be friendly when it came to pretty girls.
"I'm Rose, or Dancer..."
Now he recognized her. He'd seen her selling papers a few times. It wasn't often that a newsie had the time to sell papes and do something else with their time. "Yeah, Dancer. I've seen you around." He looked at the stage briefly before stating, "I take it you dance here?"
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Post by Dancer on Mar 17, 2008 20:03:22 GMT -5
"Yeah, Dancer. I've seen you around."
Dancer blushed, she wasn't the best at selling papers. She thought it might be because she wasn't a good liar. And that was something most newsies needed, especially when there weren't any good headings.
"I take it you dance here?"
Dancer smiled widely and nodded. She loved to dance, and to be dancing for Medda was like a dream come true for her. Even when she was young all she wanted to do was dance. But only being a dancer didn't really pay enough for her and so she became a part time newsie.
"Yes," she said, "Do you ever come here to watch the dancers? she asked curiously. She had never seen him in the audience before but it wasn't always the easiest thing to do with bright lights shining directly into your eyes.
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Post by Jack Kelly on Apr 19, 2008 21:16:47 GMT -5
"Do you ever come here to watch the dancers?"
Jack nodded in response. "Sure, I come here often. Medda's a friend of mine, see, and she usually gets me in for free through the back way. I see the dancers, singers, sometimes the vaudeville shows, too." There wasn't much the boys could do in the way of entertainment. Usually Medda would sneak them in so they could see a show, but other times they had to shell out for something. Often one or two people would pay while the others snuck in, and they'd go halves on the fee later. But you did what you had to do.
Jack looked at Dancer carefully. "I dunno if I've seen ya on the stage. I'm sure I have, but I don't think I've ever picked you out..." The thing was, he wasn't quite sure if he had seen Dancer. He knew she sold papers during the day, but he didn't know how long she had been dancing at Irving Hall. He was usually in the balcony, where he couldn't see the performer's faces too well. It was best to assume he had seen her and just didn't recognize her...odds were that was the case.
Jack glanced at the empty stage, and began meandering toward it. "Anyone else around?" he asked, standing near the curtain ropes and leaning against the posts for them. Irving Hall was always slightly odd when it was empty, he thought. He was so used to seeing it filled with people and sound that when it was desolate and quiet, it seemed like an entirely different place.
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