2So this is the first chapter of my newer story. When I say she I mean Blu. Look at my bio for info of you who don't know who she is. This story is told mainly from Blu and Davey's perspective.
She woke up to the loud commotion of the hundred of Brooklyn newsies waking up. The loud yelling was what she woke up to every morning, she sat up her hammock and was immediately pummeled by a shirt. She tore it away from her face to see Spot standing in the doorway,
"Up and at em." she looked down at the shirt in her hands, guess he had found her a new shirt, she had maybe ripped her last one in a little escapade into a tree. She had been left with only her undershirt for a few days but it was summer and it was fine. She left her small room and walked out into the hot Brooklyn sun, she wandered the streets taking the long route to the Eagle. She looked at the buildings and the trees and smiling at her favorite tree. She ran down the streets hearing the bell ring, Spot wouldn't be happy if she was late. She snuck in through the gates and stood next to Spot,
"Look at me right on time!"
"For once." she playfully nudged him as he looked out over his domain. She looked over all the newsies, to be honest, she didn't know most of them because she spent all of her time in trees and by Spot so she didn't interact with many people. She bought her papers and ran off to her spot and sold all day every day, nothing changes.
A few weeks later…
"Spot! Look at this!" a newsie yelled from the crowd pointing to the chalkboard that had the headlines posted on it.
"New newsie price, sixty cents per hundred?"
"What did you say?"
"Ten cents more per pape!"
"What a jackal," Spot muttered under his breath, she looked at him.
"What are we supposed to do now?"
"Nothing, we keep selling papers like normal." he started to walk away,
"We can't just do nothing. They can't just do that to us!" she said chasing after him as he pushed through the crowd. He climbed up the gate of the Eagle,
"I know that everyone is upset about the pape raise! We will continue to sell papes as usual so get in line!" he yelled. He climbed down from the gate as the grumbling newsies got into line for papers. She stared at her brother in disbelief, she ran up next to him.
"Who are you and what have you done with Spot?"
"Haha, very funny."
"No Spot seriously, it's not like you to just give up."
"Well we don't have the means to do anything, we don't work, we don't get paid. With no money we don't eat." she didn't understand what her brother was doing yet, but she was sure he would have a plan. Eventually.
One week later in Manhattan…
"I'll take Harlem!"
"I got Midtown!"
"I got the Bronx."
"I got the Bowery."
"Specs, you take Queens!"
"Yeah,"
"Tommy Boy, you take the East Side!"
"Yup."
"And who wants Brooklyn?" he watched all the newsies hide their heads from Jack. He was still confused with the newsies,
"Come on, Brooklyn. Spot Conlon's turf. Finch! Are you telling me you're scared of Brooklyn?" Finch stood up on his chair,
"I ain't scared of no turf!" all the newsies looked at Finch with surprise,
"But that Spot Conlon gets me a little jittery." he sat down, on his chair.
"Me and Davey will take Brooklyn."
"What me! No!" he yelled over the commotion,
"Why is everyone so scared of Brooklyn?" he saw the same girl from the theater earlier.
"What are you doing here?"
"Asking a question, do you have an answer."
"Brooklyn is the sixth largest city in the world. You got Brooklyn and you hit the motherload. Say, as someone who works at the Sun you spend an awful lot of time hanging out around the world. So what's that about? Are you following me?" Jack crouched down behind him. Davey put a hand out trying to get Jack to stop,
"The only thing I'm following is a story. A ragtag gang of ragamuffins wants to take on the kingmakers of New York? You think you got a chance?" she asked Race, Jojo, and Tommy Boy.
"Shouldn't you be at the ballet?" Jack looked around confusedly,
"Oh is the question too difficult? I'll rephrase. Will the richest and most powerful men in New York give the time of day to a group of kids who haven't got a nickel to their name?" she walked over to Crutchie as she spoke,
"Hey, you don't gotta be insulting. I gotta nickel."
"So I guess you're a couple of Davids looking to take on Goliath." Davey stood up,
"We never said that."
"You didn't have too, I did."
"You know, I've read a lot of papers in my day, and I never noted any girl reporters writing hard news." she got defensive quickly,
"Well wake up to the new century, the games changing. How about an exclusive interview?"
"Isn't your beat entertainment?"
"This is entertaining, so far."
"What's the last news story you wrote?"
"What's the last strike you organized?"
"She's out of your league Kelly, methinks the lady needs to be handled by a, real man."
"You thinks wrong Romeo." Romeo walked over to Jack,
"How'd she know my name?" Jack shoved Romeo towards a chair,
"Sit down,"
"I'd say we save any exclusive for a real reporter."
"Do you see anyone else giving you the time of day!" she yelled throwing her hands up. She saw the shock on Davey's face,
"So, I'm just busting out of the social pages." she said apologetically, "but you give me the exclusive, let me run with the story, I promise, I'll get you space." Crutchie looked to her curiously,
"Do you really think we could be in the papes?"
"Shut down a paper like the World? Your gonna make front page?" Jack paused,
"You want a story, be at the circulation gate tomorrow morning and you'll get one. Oh, and bring your camera, your gonna wanna snap a picture of this!' Jack yelled excitedly running towards Davey.
"Boys! Play outside! I gotta set up for dinner and I got paying customers, and I need the tables!" Finch jumped on top of the table,
"Come on! We got newsies to visit!"
"Hey! You won't be shooing us off when we get out mugs in the papes!"
"Yeah!" all the newsies cheered,
"Come on Dave, we gotta get to Brooklyn!" Davey grabbed Les's hand and ran outside following Jack towards the infamous Brooklyn.