@WriteOutofTime
"Yeah," Sacia hummed. She was still peering up at the sky. "I guess that makes sense."
"Yeah," Sacia hummed. She was still peering up at the sky. "I guess that makes sense."
He snapped his fingers in front of her face. "Hey, stop daydreamin'. We're almost back at the lodging house."
Marvin, sitting on the floor, looked down at his empty stomach. Stupid strike, stupid papes, stupid money, stupid… He looked up when two people walked in. He recognized them slightly. Saca- something- or- another and Finny… or something like that.
Finley walked inside the lodging house, throwing his bag into the corner. "Hey Marv. Guess what? I sold all my papes today. One hundred an' five!" He bragged again.
"So'd I," Sacia called, "every single one." She poked Marvin with her foot. "What'd you sell?"
"Like, three." So, apparently, everybody else had a good selling day. At their puzzled looks, Marvin explained, "Spot Conlon and the gang want me to go to the strike rally to see how NYC's doing and report back. So, I couldn't sell the rest of my papes to 'show my support'." And now he was dinner less and tired.
"So Spot's all for the strike." Finley crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. "Figures."
"Would I sound like an idiot if I asked to tag along?" Sacia asked, trying not to smile.
Finley rolled his eyes. "Of course you wanna join. You prolly just doin' cause Spot Conlon's doin' it."
Sacia raised her hands defensively. "I just wanta tag along! Plus, if Spot Conlon says somethin's a good idea, then maybe we oughta consider it."
"I think Spot's goin' crazy. It ain't like him to do somethin' like this." Finley shook his head.
Sabelle suddenly popped out of seemingly nowhere.
“Can I come, too?”
(Oof, sorry for the abrupt entrance)
Finley jumped at the sudden voice. "I swear if I don't die from hunger, you'll kill me with your entrances." He leaned back against the wall. "Why would you wanna join the strike? It's a dumb idea."
(hey anyone here?)
(me)
(ooh okay good I thought this had died)
(sabelle and marvin aren't on that often I think)
(yeah I.C. Fynnheart is usually on much later anyway)
(@writelikeyourerunningoutoftime could you answer Fin's question since no one else is?)
(Sure)
"I wanna join the strike…" Sacia started, unsure, taking her hat in her hands and wringing it. "I wanna join the strike cos I want to be part of somethin' big like that! It ain't fair that the boss is treatin' us so damn bad. We should stand up for ourselves!"
Finley rolled his eyes. "Sure. But what happens when Pulitzer raises the price again? Do we just keep on striken'? We'll starve!"
"Well then lets starve," grumbled Sacia, rolling her eyes. "I'd starve before I let Pulitzer step all over my toes." She pulled a face. "That sounds so dramatic. I jus' think the strike's gonna work."
Finley crossed his arms again. "I'd rather eat and live." He mumbled to himself.
"If Pulitzer keeps raisin' the prices then you're still gonna starve," Sacia replied with a casual shrug.
"Yeah but at least I'll earn somethin'. Especially around the holidays. Folks get generous." Finley stated.
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