Bakery

[Twich]

Twich's stomic grolwed as he pushed open the heavy door to Stan's bekery. He stood in the doorway, taking it all in, letting the pleasing aroma fill his nostrials. He crossed in farther, looking around at all the foods. He wondered how there could be so many diffrent kinds of breads, or even better, pasteries. He fumbbled around in his pocket for some change, comming up with olny one dirty penny. He slowly walked over to the counter. "W-w-what can I g-g-get w-w-with t-this?" he asked the man standing there. The man grunted and placed a roll infront of him. Twich sighed, he had hoped for a doughnut.

[Dreamer]

Dreamer walked into the bakery with a list in her hand. It was her day to go pick up the bread for the newsies. She never really liked going alone, but she had to get used to do things by herself, and not in groups. When she walked in, arms wrapped around herself, smelling all the wonderful smells, she heard a timid voice.

"W-w-what can I g-g-get w-w-with t-this?" he asked the man standing there. The man grunted and placed a roll infront of him. Twich sighed, he had hoped for a doughnut.

Dreamer watched with curious interest at the upset boy. He looked around her age...and hungry too.

...She remembered that nasty feeling of feeling hungry for a long time.

Digging into her pocket, she took out a dime, went up to the counter, and gave a small smile to the man behind it.

"Do you think you can give me the chocolate one with the sprinkles please?" she asked kindly.

When the man gave her the order in a brown paper bag, Dreamer turned toward the boy and gave it to him, taking his hand, and closing his hand around the top of the bag.

"I know how it feels to be hungry and not have enough," she winced with a smile.

[Twich]

Twich wrinkled his eyebrows as he looked inside the bag. He shook his head, he didn't understand. "I, I c-c-couldn't," he pushed the bag back into her hand. He was usually not one to refuse food, but taking it from a girl he had never even met just seemed kind of rude. "B-b-but, how d-d-did you know?" he asked. He didn't remember saying anything about a doughnut, but figured he must have, how else would she have known.




Twich shrugged and lifted the hard, some what stale roll to his mouth, stopping half way, leaving his mouth hanging open. "D-d-do you w-w-want h-half?" he asked tearing the bread in half and holding it out to her, suddenly not sure if she would take something to eat out of his dirty hands. He looked at the ground and shyly shuffled his bare feet. Twich never wore shoes,but it was only because he didn't like them, but he knew he could never afford them anyway.

[Dreamer]

"I, I c-c-couldn't," he pushed the bag back into her hand.

"Go on," Dreamer held it out to him again. "Take it,"

"B-b-but, how d-d-did you know?" he asked

Dreamer kindly smiled.

"I kind of saw you eyeing them when you placed your order," she replied.

"D-d-do you w-w-want h-half?" he asked tearing the bread in half and holding it out to her, suddenly not sure if she would take something to eat out of his dirty hands.

"Hmm?" Dreamer couldn't understand him with his mouthful of the roll. "...Oh! No thank you. I'm fine. But thanks for asking,"

Dreamer saw the boy look down at his bare feet. She glanced at them, thinking he must've gone without shoes for a long while, and remembered what it was like for her when she would ride on the train cars alone at night. She looked back up at him, sympathy in her eyes

"How long have you been out on your own?" she asked

[Twich]

"Huh?" he asked looking up from a mouthfull of doughnut. "Oh, uhh, I, d-d-dont know, a few y-y-years mabey, I not really sure." He wrinkled his eyebrows, he haden't ment to tell her all that, but he had.


Twich wiped the cornners of his mouth with his sleeve cuff. "S-s-sorry, I uhhh..." he stoped, figuering anything that would come out of his mouth would just make it worse. He leg started to bounce, he placed his hand on his thigh to stop it, then both hand and leg bounced. He grined a goofy grin and looked up at her, he was kind of a klutz.

[Dreamer]

"Huh?" he asked looking up from a mouthfull of doughnut. "Oh, uhh, I, d-d-dont know, a few y-y-years mabey, I not really sure." He wrinkled his eyebrows, he haden't ment to tell her all that, but he had.

Dreamer was surprised. A few years, and he wasn't really sure? She couldn't say anything about it. She knew what it felt like, but to be on your own for so long? That had to be one of the cruelest things a human being could experience

"Oh," she shyly said, almost ashamed of asking her question

Twich wiped the cornners of his mouth with his sleeve cuff. "S-s-sorry, I uhhh..." he stoped, figuering anything that would come out of his mouth would just make it worse. He leg started to bounce, he placed his hand on his thigh to stop it, then both hand and leg bounced. He grined a goofy grin and looked up at her, he was kind of a klutz.

When Twich gave her the goofy grin, Dreamer couldn't help but giggle

[Twich]

He coughed and crumpled over almost falling to the ground. "Y-y-yeah, but i-i-it's not really that b-b-bad once you get used t-t-to it." he Stood back up and dutsted off that back of his pants. "S-s-sorry." He said sheepishly.


True, life had not been kind to him, but he never complained. He just told himself the next day would be better, though rarely was it. He wiped his blistered hand on his pants and tossed the now empty bag into the waste bin, triping over his bare feet on the way.

[Dreamer]

He coughed and crumpled over almost falling to the ground.

Dreamer gasped, and rushed over to the boy, helping him up by the arm.

"Are you all right?" she asked

"Y-y-yeah, but i-i-it's not really that b-b-bad once you get used t-t-to it."

Dreamer had the same experience with Foster from Staten Island. She had stolen an apple, but lost it when he was helping her escape from the police. Then he got her some food at Tibby's, but she was still weak from all the hunger she experinced before. She remembered not eating for almost 3 days before she came to New York City.

he Stood back up and dutsted off that back of his pants. "S-s-sorry." He said sheepishly.

"I-It's okay," Dreamer replied softly. "You just scared me for a second there,"

True, life had not been kind to him, but he never complained. He just told himself the next day would be better, though rarely was it. He wiped his blistered hand on his pants and tossed the now empty bag into the waste bin, triping over his bare feet on the way.

Dreamer watched the boy tripping over his feet on the way to the waste bin, and noticed his blistered hand. She bit her lip. She couldn't just stand there and watch this. She had to do something

"Look," she said before anything else could happen. "You look like you could use some help. Do you know anyone? Are you staying anywhere? Do you want to come back to the Manhatten Lodging House, or something? Maybe we can help you,"

[Twich]

((OK, this is before Twich meet Starsage))

Twich hated to be felt sorry for more than anything. He wanted to believe he could do everything by himself, but deep down he knew he couldn't. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but before he could, he crumpled over and went into another coughing fit. He slowly uncurled himself, still grasping his stomach, he looked up at her. Twich cleared his throate. "S-s-sorry," she said softly. "N-n-no no no I'm f-f-fine," he said "H-h-honestly, I am." he tried to assure her.

He knew she could see right through him, but he hope she couldn't tell the amount of trouble he was really in. Twich was sick and he knew it, but there was nothing he could do about it, at least not by himself. Twich ran his fingers through his hair and sighed heavily.

[Dreamer]

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but before he could, he crumpled over and went into another coughing fit. He slowly uncurled himself, still grasping his stomach, he looked up at her. Twich cleared his throate. "S-s-sorry," she said softly. "N-n-no no no I'm f-f-fine," he said "H-h-honestly, I am." he tried to assure her.

Dreamer was starting to get worried about this boy, and came to his side, gently taking his arm, and guiding him to a chair at a nearby table close to the door.

"Here," she said. "Why don't you sit down here, and take it easy for a bit? I have to get some bread, and then I can take you to the Manhatten Lodging House. I know some people. They'll be able to help,"

Dreamer didn't want him to tell her that he was fine. She could see that he was in worse condition than when she was in his position. She also knew that he didn't want her to worry about him, like she didn't want Foster to worry about her. But she knew no one could be alone. Not like this.

This guy was in trouble, but she couldn't tell how much. Her mind right now was to get some help for him. She rushed to get the bread for the newsies so she could return with a job done and out of the way, and came back to him, taking his arm again, gently.

"Are you okay?" she asked in a soft voice. "Don't worry. You're going to be fine,"

[Twich]

Twich drew up his shoulders and slouched putting his chin to his chest. He took a seat on a bench by the wall and coughed a bit. "S-s-sorry," he said, though he wasn't really talking to anybody at all.



He chewed his fingers as his eyes darted across the room, memorizing everything, the smell, colors and even each person enjoying a fresh treat, and the ones that couldn't afford them that sat gathered at the large display window. He watched them lick their lips and watch the bakers as they baked each item with great care. He crossed his legs, uncrossed them, and crossed them again. He pealed the paint of the bench.twich could never sit still. ever. Most people found all his fidgeting annoying, but he simply couldn't help it.

[Dreamer]

Dreamer was impatient as she waited for the Baker to package the loaf of bread. She kept on frantically looking back at Twich and back at the counter.

"Come on, come on, come on, come on..."she kept muttering under her breath

Finally, the Baker gave Dreamer the packaged bread, and Dreamer slammed the nickel she had for it on the counter.

"Thank you," she said in a hurry. "Have a good day. Keep the change,"

Normally, a newsie welcomed change if they paid too much money for something they needed, but Dreamer had another priority. She met up with Twich, who was fidgeting a little, and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey," she said softly. "Are you all right? Don't worry about anything. The Manhatten newsies will help you out. Everything's going to be just fine,"

[Twich]

Twich flinched as her hand landed on his sholder and started to cover his head, he felt his face turrning red and he put a hand on his cheek. "S-s-sorry." he said looked up slowly and bit his lip. He ran a dirty hand through his matted hair. Twich pick at a scab relised what he was doing and stoped quicly before it started to bleed.


"Y-y-yeah, I fine." he nodded once. He wasn't sure if he wanted to go, kinda risky, and he was not one to take any chances, ever. He got up slowly placing a hand one his sore back, he grimised and squnted his eyes. Twich wondered where exactly where he was going, and he hoped it involved going somewhere warm, he had been sleeping in the streets latly and had already had three close call with police that week.

[Dreamer]

Dreamer slowly took Twich's arm in a comforting way. She didn't know what else to do, but to take him to the Lodging House. But she knew she would get more help there. She had to do something to help Twich. He really didn't look so good.

"OK," she took a deep breath as she helped him up. "I guess we should get going then,"

As she led Twich out of the Bakery, her arm wrapped around his shoulders, and a hand placed on the arm closest to her as she looked around. It was a little bit before she finally remembered the direction as to where the Manhattan Lodging House was.

"It's this way," she said softly. "Why don't we walk slow? It's not that far, but I don't want you to lose any of your strength,"

[Twich]

Twich let her help him up. He lost his balance and stumbled a bit, but caught himself before he fell. He laughed, one short laugh and looked to the sky, breathing in every bit of fresh air he could before he had to go back to the factory where he worked. He hated it there, but was terrified of what they would do to him if he left. Twich loved being outdoors more than anything. He flinched when he felt her arm, but it was nothing personal, Twich just wasn't used to being touched unless it was a punishment. But he shrugged and went on with it.



It's this way," she said softly. "Why don't we walk slow? It's not that far, but I don't want you to lose any of your strength,"


He wondered at this, 'What wasn't fair, and he had plenty of strength'. He decided it wasn't important.