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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Feb 23, 2017 11:00:35 GMT -5
(Okay, I really like that! Any idea which of the characters you would want to be?) I honestly don't care. Which would you prefer?}} Maybe the one they need to recruit others? )
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Post by liz on Feb 23, 2017 14:00:14 GMT -5
Awesome!! I'm about to go into rehearsal, could you start?}}
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Feb 27, 2017 14:55:21 GMT -5
Hey Liz! Sorry for taking ages to reply. I can start if you want but I do have to warn you that I'm on mobile)
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Post by liz on Feb 27, 2017 17:08:46 GMT -5
That's fine!! I'd love it if you started }}
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Mar 1, 2017 13:40:22 GMT -5
(okay, I'll start. Before I do, are we doing romance? If so, what gender pairing and what gender so you want?)
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Post by liz on Mar 1, 2017 20:07:51 GMT -5
I'd like to! I'd prefer a MxF, and I'm more comfortable playing a female....I hope this is okay?? }}
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Mar 5, 2017 4:12:31 GMT -5
(Okay that's totally fine x So I'm working on the assumption that your character is already striking and mine and their newsies aren't striking yet)
Thomas 'Tom' Rooke had handed over the fee for that day's newspapers - more than usual, thanks to the latest price hike - and was walking with bundles of newspapers tied up with string. The sun was just beginning to rise, the papers were hot off the press, and another day of work would soon be beginning.
He had heard that other newsies had been striking, but the way he saw it his newsies had to continue selling. Not only did most of these newsies rely on the money from the papers to help them survive and stay out of the Refuge and places of the like. Not only that, but if other newsies weren't selling, that meant that more people would be buying from Tom and his newsies. Which meant more money than ever. Well, maybe not, considering how much the newspaper prices had gone up. But Tom was just determined to make the best of it, because why not?
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Post by liz on Mar 5, 2017 9:48:26 GMT -5
Antoinette 'Toni' Rogers was fuming. Her throat burned from her yelling and her head ached from the stress. Her best shoes were worn from all of the pacing and she was sweating more than the bottle of Coke that was calling her name on the other side of the road. It was hot and her friends were following her closely, just waiting for a plan. She had assumed leadership, she was the only girl in a heard of orphan boys and they always looked to her. Of course, she was smart, she was as clever as any of the Newsies and used her gender to her advantage. But with the prices going up, nothing good could get her enough to keep herself and her boys off the streets. As their bickering grew louder in her ears, she shouted, "Shut up would ya?" Her voice was close to hoarse now and ask the boys froze, she pulled her hair up, a signal that she was thinking. "What're you thinkin' Toni?" A young boy asked, his voice filling the courtyard easily. Rubbing the sweat off of her face, she muttered, "I'll let you know when I start thinkin' Pipes." Beginning her pacing again, she tried to ignore the group of boys trailing her closely, but when she suddenly stopped, it was hard not to ignore the group stumbling into her. "We rally the others." She said softly at first, before exclaiming even louder, "We rally the others! We get all the Newsies to stop, ain't nobody gonna sell the papes. Then Pulitzer an' Hearst'll listen. They have to." Jake raised his hand meekly and when Toni nodded he asked softly, "So what do we do ma'am?" Sighing, she placed a hand on his shoulder and said, "You and Pipes, you go to Queens. Get them to join us." A chorus of excited shouts filled her ears and she nodded with a smile before asking, "So, who's gonna go talk to Rooke?" And silence. Laughing she said, "Guys, its Tom Rooke, he ain't that bad." Harry shouted in response, "Fine, then you go!" The rest shouted in agreement. Crossing her arms over her chest she said, "Fine!" Jimmy smirked and quickly added, "And you'll wear a dress. Look like a real girl insteada one of us." Toni began to protest but he said firmly, "Do it. He'll listen to ya, and you can still wear the hat." The rest nodded in aggrement and she sighed before spitting in her hand. "Deal."
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Mar 5, 2017 15:10:52 GMT -5
Tom carried through bundles of papers back to where a group of newsies were waiting for him, one of whom was tapping his feet, looking irritated.
"You took your time" the newsie said with a raised eyebrow
"You're welcome. Next time, go yourself if you're going to complain" Tom replied as he dumped the newspapers.
"Didn't get many, did you, Rooke?"
"Yes, well, prices went up, in case you didn't notice. We can't afford as many. But hopefully, these will sell nice and quick, what with the others striking, and then we can afford to be selling more. But until then, quit your whining." Tom replied.
He watched as the newsies divided the newspapers among themselves, each arguing over who gets to sell in which area.
"I'll not be selling today, guys, so you can all divide my share. I'll be scouting new sales places now the others ain't selling" Tom called as he walked away, leaving the others to sell. He could only hope it would all work out and they'd make enough money to buy more papers.
Soon he was out in areas his newsies didn't usually sell in, close to where the strikes now were. Who knew, maybe this would be the ideal place to sell now.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Mar 8, 2017 12:11:55 GMT -5
(Bump)
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Post by liz on Mar 12, 2017 19:51:45 GMT -5
Grumbling in annoyance, Toni fidgeted with the sleeves of her dress and smoothed down the royal blue skirt nervously as her fellow newsies watched. "Didn't know you were pretty Toni," Willy said, whistling. Glaring, she pushed her sleeves up past her elbows and threatened, "If I didn't have to be somewhere else now Willy, I'd be making you bleed." Turning to look at the other boys she said, "Okay, so let's meet back here at around two, hopefully we'll all have some good news by then." Nodding, the younger boys all rushed off in different directions. "You can do this Rogers, just be a girl and maybe Rooke'll listen to you for once." She had a few run-ins with Rooke when she had just begun selling papers, when she had to dress as a boy if she wanted to work. She was nine then, but eight years made it impossible to hide. She stuck with the name Toni, but ditched the facade. Lifting her skirts, she held her head up high and marched towards Rooke's territory. But she hadn't made it three blocks before she collided into a boy and nearly tumbled over. Immediately, the proper young woman she had been for almost ten minutes had been replaced with her firey Irish temper. "Are you blind?!" Her rage made her Irish accent stronger, something rare to hear in these parts of New York.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Mar 13, 2017 1:50:03 GMT -5
Tom let out a small sound as a girl about his own age crashed into him and nearly knocked the both of them over. Immediately, however, the girl had gotten up and began shouting in rage.
Tom just raised an eyebrow and waited until she was done before replying "Well, I could ask you the same thing, considering it takes two people not paying attention to walk into eachother."
He felt like a vaguely recognised this girl. He recognised a newsie when he saw one, even in that dress, but if this girl was a newsie it might have been a long time since he had seen here. And then he remembered. This was the only girl newsie in the area, and she was having a big part in the strikes. He'd not seen her in a long time.
"Toni Rogers?" Tom asked, trying to be sure this was the right person.
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Post by liz on Mar 13, 2017 16:59:49 GMT -5
"Tom Rooke?" Toni asked, slightly surprised to have found him so easily. "Just the guy I wasn't looking for." Crossing her arms over her chest, she looked him over once before saying, "I suppose you've heard of my strike. Until they stop raising the prices, we stop sellin' the papes. Now you Tommy are pretty smart so you should know that soon enough, we won't have any money and Pulitzer and Hearst will be drowning in dough." Glancing around, she grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the alley as a group of well dressed men walked by. Ignoring a few wild-whistles, Toni cleared her throat and said, "I was hopin' you'd help us. If I get the Tom Rooke with us, just think how many others will follow." She was building up his confidence and she knew it, but she was smart for a girl; nobody's gonna listen to a girl, no matter how many bloody noses she gives you—but a tough guy carrying the banner would make anyone follow.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Mar 14, 2017 2:08:27 GMT -5
"Yeah, well, that's all well and good, Toni," Tom replied "But I think you're forgetting one rather important detail. How many newsies have they taken to the orphanages now? Far too many. Keeping my lot out of there is hard enough as it is. If we strike, we've got no income, and that means orphanages. We've both got kids from there, right? Well, they ain't going back. Not on my watch. Maybe on yours, but not mine. If you really want me to help you out, I'm going to need a lot more convincing"
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Mar 14, 2017 2:09:05 GMT -5
(Sorry it's short, getting ready for school)
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Post by liz on Mar 15, 2017 18:47:38 GMT -5
"I've got three other groups from distribution centers," Toni said exasperatedly. "We stop others from selling and no one will sell; the older men are too busy with the rally strike to take our jobs. And Tom, you're not that stupid—and as much as it pains me to say this, I need you to be the face of this strike. You're what the public love, a young charismatic leader who the younger boys look up to. Put me there and this strike is nothing but a joke." Twisting at the end of her French braid, she added slowly, "All you have to do is say a few speeches, rally a few kids and I'll do the rest. I know it's a lot to sacrifice but it's no more than what we'd loose if we didn't fight the rise in prices. I'll ask the nuns, I'll beg Medda Larkin, anything. I just don't want my boys starving because I didn't try."
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Mar 16, 2017 14:43:41 GMT -5
Tom sighed, biting his lip "Okay, fine. We have to stick together. I'm thinking too much about my own boys. If the strike fails a hell of a lot more newsies than just mine could end up in orphanages. Okay, fine, I'm in."
What did he have to lose? Well, quite a lot, to be honest. But he could lose all of that already, couldn't he? He was not risking anything more by helping fellow newsies out. And the least he could do was show a little solidarity.
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Post by liz on Mar 16, 2017 19:48:33 GMT -5
Sighing in relief, Toni smiled widely and couldn't stop herself from flinging herself into his arms, hugging him tightly. "Thank you. Thank you so much Tom," Her heart was pounding excitedly, her mind whirring to life as she began to plan. "I'll rally the boys, let them know you're in and we'll see how many others will follow. We start protests, get a few reporters on our side and then we rally. Get the other big players like Kid Blink and Spot Colon and no one can stop us."
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Mar 17, 2017 1:54:22 GMT -5
Tom let out a surprised sound at the sudden hug, unused to the contact, but smiled a little at how happy Toni seemed to be. At least he had done a nice thing for her. He hadn't been thinking about the bigger picture, only about his boys. Now he could see that the bigger picture really did need him. And he was going to be there for them.
"Alright. I'll have to let my boys know right about now, too, before they buy all of those newspapers. Not a good idea to let them buy them now." Tom responded "But that shouldn't be too difficult to do"
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Post by liz on Mar 18, 2017 16:19:06 GMT -5
Stepping back, her eyes grew soft and she gently rested her arm on his shoulder. "Tom you have no idea how much this means to me. We're sure to win now." Toni was a smart girl, she knew when she was getting the short end of the stick. She hadn't always been a newsie, she had worked in a factory too but had to leave after an unsuccessful strike that left her with nothing but a wanted poster with her face on it. Still, she couldn't stand by as the boys she'd grown up beside were oppressed and left out on the streets with the rich were drowning in profits.
"Meet us at two by Newsie Square? There's a diner right by it, I know the owner he'll let us stay there for the afternoon. We can start planning out next step there."
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Mar 18, 2017 16:59:33 GMT -5
(Skip?)
"Hey, don't mention it," Tom replied "I grew up with these people too. I know how it feels to want the best for them. I'll meet you later"
Tom had tried for so long to keep the other newsies out of orphanages because he had been in one too, before he had become a newsie. Nobody except his little brother, Danny, knew that about him, and even the talkative little Danny had never mentioned it to anyone else. As far as anyone else knew, Tom hadn't done anything but be a newsie. Well, obviously people knew he had a past. Nobody became a newsie out of good circumstances. But nobody knew Tom's.
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