forum Newsies role-play anyone?

Started March 26, 2018 by @PuffPoff

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okay I can do it, from now on if you aren't rping talk in (parenthesis) because it's less confusing

I will!

“Extra, Extra..Read all about it! ‘P.T Barnum and his Circus Freaks come to Brooklyn and Have a Blast!” Sabelle Slateman waved papers in the air, trying to catch the attention of the hundreds of thousands of men and women that walked the streets. She had been trying to sell papers as she did every day, but on this particular day she’d only had three buyers. She sighed and put her arm down, letting her arm hang limply. She made her way to an alleyway and leaned up against the mossy brick wall. She pulled her cap off her head, letting her thick, chestnut brown hair tumble to her shoulders.
“Maybe if I dressed like I was supposed to, I would get more customers..and boys..” she mused to herself.

"One hundred and five." Finley was always way to specific with the amount of papers that he wanted. He slammed the money down. "Very funny Skid." The man said, giving him the paper. Finley groaned as he read the headline of the New York Sun. Stupid New Yorkers ruinin' it for all of us.. He threw the paper into his bag, counting to make sure that he was given the right amount.

Sacia slumped against the wall in the Brooklyn alleyway. It was a pig sty, just like the rest of this city. Yuck. She made a face, lighting a cigarette. "What a dump," she mumbled, blowing out a trail of smoke into the cloudy blue sky. She glanced down at her cross body bag. She had already sold all of her papers. Something about her chubby face melted hearts, as long as she behaved herself. She smirked, pushing herself off the wall.

Finley had woken up late, and now he was getting to the streets after the rest of the newsies. "Why didn't anyone wake me up…" He grumbled to himself, quickly making his way to his spot. "Extra extra! New York Newsies go on strike!" Finley's exclamation attracted an older man to walk up and ask for a paper. "Thank'ya sir." He responded, waving as the man walked off.

@writelikeyourerunningoutoftime, would it be alright with you if maybe Sacia and Sabelle were in the same alleyway?)

"Um…" Being cornered was not that way Marvin wanted to start his day. "I, uh, don't know? I mean, maybe?" Spot just stared him down. Little kids didn't phase him, girls didn't phase him, man, nothing phases him. He's like a brick wall, just… not as tall. Heh.
"So, you joinin' the strike?" It was more a command that a question, as were all of his 'questions'.

Although he didn't like the strike headline he had to admit, it did sell him a lot of papers. Finley didn't have to lie once. "Newsies of New York go on strike!"…"New York Newsies refuse to pay the new price of papes!"…"Newsies strike in New York!" Honestly, Finley wasn't fond of the strike. Yeah sure, the price was unfair but what could they do about it? He needed money to pay for food. There was no time to go on strike.

Sabelle looked over to see a girl about her age leaning against the wall, just as she was.
“Hey,” She called, trying to get her attention!
“How many papes did ya sell?”

Sacia looked up. Some other girl was in the alley. Taking her cigarette from between her lips, she replied, "All of 'em. You?"

Sabelle snorted.
“Aren’t you a lucky one? I only sold three today.”

"Somethin' about my lovely eyes," Sacia shot back, grinning. "Say, what's your name anyway?"

“My name is Sabelle Slateman..pleased to meet your acquaintance.” She smile her sweet smile and pushed a lock of hair behind her ear

"Sacia George," she said, sticking out her hand. "And I honest to God hate sellin' papes."

What the hell have I just done? Marvin was supposed to, er, go to the ralley tomorrow and ,uh, skip work? He thought that the strike was kind of a good idea, but, skipping work? Starving on the streets? He already did that- but that wasn't the point.

"And there goes the last of 'em." Finley waved to the little boy who had bought his last pape. "One hundred an' five." He grinned, walking down the street. There was about thirty minutes until he was supposed to be done selling, so Finley had some free time.

It's final. You just can't say no to Spot Conlon- it's impossible! And now, Marvin had to go to some stupid rally and support some stupid- well, not that stupid- cause. Great idea! Don't make money, don't eat, die. Perfect, just perfect.

Adexa walked by, sighing. Papers. selling them all the time.

(idc about her location rn XD)