forum Newsies role-play anyone?

Started March 26, 2018 by @PuffPoff

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Finley continued. "Some of us are starvin' here! I need money to eat, and I ain't throwin' it away fer some stuck up New Yorkers."

"Yeah, I guess," Sacia mumbled. "Though I'm only doin' this 'cause my dad's a damn freeloader," she said mostly to herself.

"Yous lucky you have a dad." Finley pouted. "I've got no parents, but I don' need 'em."

"Yeah? Tells that to my ma when he steals all our money and buys liquor instead of food and then yells at her for bein' stingy." Sacia pouted right back at him, putting her hands on her hips and daring him to contradict her.

"You has a mom too?" Finley shot back. "Can't get enough, huh?"

Sacia rolled her eyes, giving his shoulder enough of a shove so that he knew she meant business. "Yous orphans actin' so pitiful all the time. I got problems too. My dad's an ass, and my mom's an idiot, and we're still starvin', so there."

He rolled his eyes. "We all gots problems. You deal with yours an' I'll deal with mine. Maybe if you complain more that father of yours'll spend some time in the slammer."

"Unlike you, I ain't no whiner," Sacia shot back. She was growing bored of the argument anyway. "Who cares who got it worse? Our cute faces sold all our papes today. We should be celebratin'." She grinned, all irritation forgotten.

Finley nodded in agreement. "I ain't agreein' with them New Yorkers, but they sure know how'da make a headline. If I ever see that Jack Kelly, I'm punchin' him for startin' a strike but then I'm shakin' his hand for feedin' me."

"I like that journalist," Sacia replied, nodding. "The one who put 'em in the headline. She's good. I wanna be a journalist someday."

"Kathrine Plum…somethin'." Finley looked ahead, confused. "I'd never be a journalist. If I had a real job I'd be somethin' in show business. Somethin' dramatical."

"I'd come to your first performance just to throw rotten vegetables at you," Sacia said, clasping her hands over her heart dramatically.

"That'll be great. Only popular actors get veggies thrown at 'em." Finley laughed a little.

"If you promise to read my first article in a newspaper," Sacia said, "then i'll promise to throw veggies at ya. Deal?" She spat in her palm and held out her hand for a binding handshake.

He grinned. "Deal." Finley spit in his own palm and shook her hand firmly.

"Great." Sacia smiled at him. "Nows it's formal." She brushed her hand on the back of her pants.

Finley nodded. "I'll be sure to look for your name in the papes." He chuckled.

"I think I'd mostly write 'bout women's rights," Sacia mused aloud, twirling the edge of her braid peeking from beneath her hat. "Suffragettes are real interesting."

"Interesting is one word for 'em. Some of them suffrage women are crazy." Finley told her. "Kicked me one time when I was sellin' a pape with some headline they didn't like."

"That ain't crazy. I'd kick you too." Sacia stuck her tongue out at him. "They got some good points, an' kickin' you is one of 'em."

He rolled his eyes. "Ain't my fault. I sell papes to keep myself alive. Sometimes you has'ta sell papes you don't agree with. Like today and the lousy strike." Finley kicked a pebble.

"Call me an idiot, but I guess I just like to have somethin' to believe in." Sacia shrugged, gazing up at the sky. "Somethin' to stand by. And I like it when people ain't just givin' up and lettin' unfair things just happen."

He nodded. "Yeah, I like when people stands up for each other. I just don't like when theys put my life in danger."