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[fae-ridgeite]

“Oh! Okay!” Mooney said. Things worked differently here, in Brooklyn you had your selling spot. Yeah, sure you could sell other places but that could cause fights and squabbles over ‘taking from other’s mouths’.

“’d be hapy to sell with yous! I have a few Brooklyn Eagles left ta sell off anyways!” He put a hand up, gesturing to Two-bits that he didn’t need any more paper, but was thankful for the gesture. “Whattadaj mean when you said yer brother’s on the run? You hava brother?”

‧₊˚ ⏾. ⋅ A Slender, tall Newsie stumbled off of the evening trolly, his face contorted into an incredibly confused expression. Thissss wasn't Bay Ridge.. and it certifiably wasn't Brooklyn. He really shouldn't have fallen asleep on the ride back from Manhattan.

The Freckle faced boy stumbled off of the platform, looking around for another Newsie or two, hoping for a familiar face. "E, you’vs gotta pull y'rself together n' figure out where the hell yous is.." He mumbled to himself, his strangely pointed ears pricked up for signs of danger.

@fae-ridgeite (Hopefully this was an okay opener!! Mooney's never really ventured farther than Ridgewood in Queens, so he's quite a bit lost in the Bronx!!)

Andrew had been passing out his newspapers along the way. Greeting every person with a smile and a tip of his hat. It was fake anyway. He'd bumped into someone on his way, turning to give them a dirty look, per his usual self. Instead he saw a newsie, his scrunched up face softened.

"You lost or somethin? Stop wand'rin round with a fused look on ya face. Sell ya papes"

Two-bits replied, nudging the boy's shoulder, then swiftly adjusting his own crossbody bag

[[It was good.!! I've been meaning to interact with your blog since I saw it. Sorry i didnt reply right away, this was in my drafts]]

[fae-ridgeite]

“… would it be outta yer normal way?” Mooney asked, feeling slightly guilty for staring and taking up Two-bits valuable time. Green eyes met other green eyes, Mooney adjusted to look around the trollyline around them. He didn’t have enough to get back to Brooklyn tonight..

‧₊˚ ⏾. ⋅ A Slender, tall Newsie stumbled off of the evening trolly, his face contorted into an incredibly confused expression. Thissss wasn't Bay Ridge.. and it certifiably wasn't Brooklyn. He really shouldn't have fallen asleep on the ride back from Manhattan.

The Freckle faced boy stumbled off of the platform, looking around for another Newsie or two, hoping for a familiar face. "E, you’vs gotta pull y'rself together n' figure out where the hell yous is.." He mumbled to himself, his strangely pointed ears pricked up for signs of danger.

@fae-ridgeite (Hopefully this was an okay opener!! Mooney's never really ventured farther than Ridgewood in Queens, so he's quite a bit lost in the Bronx!!)

Andrew had been passing out his newspapers along the way. Greeting every person with a smile and a tip of his hat. It was fake anyway. He'd bumped into someone on his way, turning to give them a dirty look, per his usual self. Instead he saw a newsie, his scrunched up face softened.

"You lost or somethin? Stop wand'rin round with a fused look on ya face. Sell ya papes"

Two-bits replied, nudging the boy's shoulder, then swiftly adjusting his own crossbody bag

[[It was good.!! I've been meaning to interact with your blog since I saw it. Sorry i didnt reply right away, this was in my drafts]]

[fae-ridgeite]

“I keep my eyes open! If ya stumble into de wrong area in Brooklyn, you might loose somethin’ important.” Mooney gave a shrug like it was no big deal that walking into a wrong alley meant you might be picking a fight that you couldn’t win. Mooney fell into a comfortable silence, his ears still pricked and moving around to listen to all that was around them in- what was to him- a strange, new world.

His gaze, however, shifted over to Two-bits, taking the other Newsboy in- his red hair and shimmery green eyes, the mole on his lip, and the stray hairs that had started to grow on his chin. His outfit was incredibly blue, Mooney thought, thought that’s probably how Bronxites dressed.

‧₊˚ ⏾. ⋅ A Slender, tall Newsie stumbled off of the evening trolly, his face contorted into an incredibly confused expression. Thissss wasn't Bay Ridge.. and it certifiably wasn't Brooklyn. He really shouldn't have fallen asleep on the ride back from Manhattan.

The Freckle faced boy stumbled off of the platform, looking around for another Newsie or two, hoping for a familiar face. "E, you’vs gotta pull y'rself together n' figure out where the hell yous is.." He mumbled to himself, his strangely pointed ears pricked up for signs of danger.

@fae-ridgeite (Hopefully this was an okay opener!! Mooney's never really ventured farther than Ridgewood in Queens, so he's quite a bit lost in the Bronx!!)

Andrew had been passing out his newspapers along the way. Greeting every person with a smile and a tip of his hat. It was fake anyway. He'd bumped into someone on his way, turning to give them a dirty look, per his usual self. Instead he saw a newsie, his scrunched up face softened.

"You lost or somethin? Stop wand'rin round with a fused look on ya face. Sell ya papes"

Two-bits replied, nudging the boy's shoulder, then swiftly adjusting his own crossbody bag

[[It was good.!! I've been meaning to interact with your blog since I saw it. Sorry i didnt reply right away, this was in my drafts]]

[fae-ridgeite]

Mooney nodded at the mentioned fear of trolleys. He once shared a similar fear, but only when he first came to New York.. now? He was fine around them. "maybe 'cause 'm located close to Richmond." Mooney wrinkled his nose at the mere mention of the the fifth borough. It was obvious that Mooney thought that the island across the Verrazzano-Narrows didn't belong with the other four boroughs. If you outright asked him, he'd also admit that he thought Brooklyn should have stayed its own city. "We's 55, which takes up th' Fort Hamilton and Bay Ridge neighboorhods. Could also b' cause I wasn't born dere with the resta de boys."

‧₊˚ ⏾. ⋅ A Slender, tall Newsie stumbled off of the evening trolly, his face contorted into an incredibly confused expression. Thissss wasn't Bay Ridge.. and it certifiably wasn't Brooklyn. He really shouldn't have fallen asleep on the ride back from Manhattan.

The Freckle faced boy stumbled off of the platform, looking around for another Newsie or two, hoping for a familiar face. "E, you’vs gotta pull y'rself together n' figure out where the hell yous is.." He mumbled to himself, his strangely pointed ears pricked up for signs of danger.

@fae-ridgeite (Hopefully this was an okay opener!! Mooney's never really ventured farther than Ridgewood in Queens, so he's quite a bit lost in the Bronx!!)

Andrew had been passing out his newspapers along the way. Greeting every person with a smile and a tip of his hat. It was fake anyway. He'd bumped into someone on his way, turning to give them a dirty look, per his usual self. Instead he saw a newsie, his scrunched up face softened.

"You lost or somethin? Stop wand'rin round with a fused look on ya face. Sell ya papes"

Two-bits replied, nudging the boy's shoulder, then swiftly adjusting his own crossbody bag

[[It was good.!! I've been meaning to interact with your blog since I saw it. Sorry i didnt reply right away, this was in my drafts]]

[fae-ridgeite]

“Ton père?! Mon popa m'a aussi enseigné quand nous vivions là-bas!” Mooney immediately fell by Two-bits side, mirroring his steps. He thumbed the papes in his pack, which had the words ‘The Brooklyn Eagle: Price one cent’ painted on the side.

“I fell asleep on the trolly. My ol’ friend, Bandit, took over one of de trains and tends to wake me if I asleep on his dime.. I passed out on de trolly forgettin’ he wasn’t working today an’ ended up ‘ere.” Mooney explained, furrowing his brow ever so. He was very much capable of the almost always angry look that all Brooklynites sported, however normally didn’t sport it. “What makes’cha think I look like’a Queensie or a Manhattanite, huh?”

‧₊˚ ⏾. ⋅ A Slender, tall Newsie stumbled off of the evening trolly, his face contorted into an incredibly confused expression. Thissss wasn't Bay Ridge.. and it certifiably wasn't Brooklyn. He really shouldn't have fallen asleep on the ride back from Manhattan.

The Freckle faced boy stumbled off of the platform, looking around for another Newsie or two, hoping for a familiar face. "E, you’vs gotta pull y'rself together n' figure out where the hell yous is.." He mumbled to himself, his strangely pointed ears pricked up for signs of danger.

@fae-ridgeite (Hopefully this was an okay opener!! Mooney's never really ventured farther than Ridgewood in Queens, so he's quite a bit lost in the Bronx!!)

Andrew had been passing out his newspapers along the way. Greeting every person with a smile and a tip of his hat. It was fake anyway. He'd bumped into someone on his way, turning to give them a dirty look, per his usual self. Instead he saw a newsie, his scrunched up face softened.

"You lost or somethin? Stop wand'rin round with a fused look on ya face. Sell ya papes"

Two-bits replied, nudging the boy's shoulder, then swiftly adjusting his own crossbody bag

[[It was good.!! I've been meaning to interact with your blog since I saw it. Sorry i didnt reply right away, this was in my drafts]]

[fae-ridgeite]

Mooney snorted at the other newsboy’s ‘bonjour’. “Vous parlez aussi le français?” He mumbled as he looked down at himself and his papes. He had a quarter of a stack left- less than twenty or so papers.

“Nice to meet ya, Two-bits, an’ I guess nice to meet de Bronx!” Mooney grinned, offering up a hand and spitting into it. “I normally don’t sell outta Brooklyn. I don’t like takin’ sales outta othar Newsie’s mouths.”

‧₊˚ ⏾. ⋅ A Slender, tall Newsie stumbled off of the evening trolly, his face contorted into an incredibly confused expression. Thissss wasn't Bay Ridge.. and it certifiably wasn't Brooklyn. He really shouldn't have fallen asleep on the ride back from Manhattan.

The Freckle faced boy stumbled off of the platform, looking around for another Newsie or two, hoping for a familiar face. "E, you’vs gotta pull y'rself together n' figure out where the hell yous is.." He mumbled to himself, his strangely pointed ears pricked up for signs of danger.

@fae-ridgeite (Hopefully this was an okay opener!! Mooney's never really ventured farther than Ridgewood in Queens, so he's quite a bit lost in the Bronx!!)

Andrew had been passing out his newspapers along the way. Greeting every person with a smile and a tip of his hat. It was fake anyway. He'd bumped into someone on his way, turning to give them a dirty look, per his usual self. Instead he saw a newsie, his scrunched up face softened.

"You lost or somethin? Stop wand'rin round with a fused look on ya face. Sell ya papes"

Two-bits replied, nudging the boy's shoulder, then swiftly adjusting his own crossbody bag

[[It was good.!! I've been meaning to interact with your blog since I saw it. Sorry i didnt reply right away, this was in my drafts]]

[fae-ridgeite]

"I don't-" The Freckled Newsie cleared his throat, pausing his explanation that he did NOT sell on others turf's, no matter what, as relief flooding his face. He looked fondly at the other Newsie for a moment more, before his selling mask was put on. He looked around the Rapid Transit Company's outside station for a moment, trying to take in the street names for some familiarity before speaking again. "Salut! I am, couldja tell em where the 'll I'v been dropped?"

The red clad Newsie paused for a moment, staring blankly at the other, a mix of he selling face and relief once again slowly creeping onto his face. His ears were still pricked up in alert. "'M Mooney, by the way.. o' Brooklyn Ward fith-five."

‧₊˚ ⏾. ⋅ A Slender, tall Newsie stumbled off of the evening trolly, his face contorted into an incredibly confused expression. Thissss wasn't Bay Ridge.. and it certifiably wasn't Brooklyn. He really shouldn't have fallen asleep on the ride back from Manhattan.

The Freckle faced boy stumbled off of the platform, looking around for another Newsie or two, hoping for a familiar face. "E, you’vs gotta pull y'rself together n' figure out where the hell yous is.." He mumbled to himself, his strangely pointed ears pricked up for signs of danger.

@fae-ridgeite (Hopefully this was an okay opener!! Mooney's never really ventured farther than Ridgewood in Queens, so he's quite a bit lost in the Bronx!!)

Andrew had been passing out his newspapers along the way. Greeting every person with a smile and a tip of his hat. It was fake anyway. He'd bumped into someone on his way, turning to give them a dirty look, per his usual self. Instead he saw a newsie, his scrunched up face softened.

"You lost or somethin? Stop wand'rin round with a fused look on ya face. Sell ya papes"

Two-bits replied, nudging the boy's shoulder, then swiftly adjusting his own crossbody bag

[[It was good.!! I've been meaning to interact with your blog since I saw it. Sorry i didnt reply right away, this was in my drafts]]

[fae-ridgeite]

Mooney grinned as he walked out of the lodgehouse, immediately turning to walk over to the Brooklyn Bridge. He waved at Soldier-boy as he turned the corner, then didn’t look back- his eyes peeled for the pair of angry Delanceys that were sure after his head.

“Salut, Soldier-boy! How’s papes sellin’ for you?” Mooney said with a shrug, his left ear flicking upwards in query.

“Heard from the birdies that you’ad a scuffle with the Delancey’s bothers..” The Brooklynite leaned over, a grin dancing onto his face. He didn’t come down to Manhattan a lot, mostly cause his Ward was far away from the Bridge over, but when he did it normally was for a reason. “wanna help me mess with ‘em. You and I both know they deserve it.”

@fae-ridgeite (ooc, sorry this is a bit od formatting- I’ve never sent one of these in LOL)

Word spreads fast huh? But I’ll nevah give up a chance to give ‘em what they deserve.

*soldier boy spits in his hand to shake while smirking*

(Nah your good, I love it)

[fae-ridgeite]

“It is.. ‘member five dollars are fer you, twenty fer th’ lodge, and six-twenty five fer Spot.” Mooney yawned, tired. He was always tired but he was tired even more so from climbing a tree to hide from the Delancey’s.

“I’m gonna start the trek back to my part of Brooklyn, Solly!” Mooney grinned and offered up his hand for a shake again, this time with no spit.

“Salut, Soldier-boy! How’s papes sellin’ for you?” Mooney said with a shrug, his left ear flicking upwards in query.

“Heard from the birdies that you’ad a scuffle with the Delancey’s bothers..” The Brooklynite leaned over, a grin dancing onto his face. He didn’t come down to Manhattan a lot, mostly cause his Ward was far away from the Bridge over, but when he did it normally was for a reason. “wanna help me mess with ‘em. You and I both know they deserve it.”

@fae-ridgeite (ooc, sorry this is a bit od formatting- I’ve never sent one of these in LOL)

Word spreads fast huh? But I’ll nevah give up a chance to give ‘em what they deserve.

*soldier boy spits in his hand to shake while smirking*

(Nah your good, I love it)

[fae-ridgeite]

“That’s smart- makin’ a blueprint.” Mooney commented, staying relatively quiet as to let Navy think. He fidgeted with himself, a hand gravitating upwards to fiddle with the yellow bandanna around his neck. His forefinger stroked over the embroidered flowers.

“When your attempts have sunk, have you gone back and gather’d what you’v lost? Or do yous ‘tart from square one all over?”

“Navy! It’s, ahh- Navy, right?” A lanky Newsie yelled out, rising his hand in a wave. He jogged over to the other fella, a kind grin on his face.

His face was recognizable. Mooney Deibel-Fuery was a known name in Brooklyn, especially down south. He led Brooklyn Bay, a quieter part of the rough and tumble borough which was known for talking with their fists. “Spot wanted me to see if you could help me learn a think or two.”

- @fae-ridgeite

yeah, i’se Navy *he gives a friendly smile (not big enough to show his tooth gap bc ✨insecurities✨) and sticks out his hand* good ta meetcha….Mooney, ain’t it?

whatcha need a hand wit’? ‘m happy ta help

[fae-ridgeite]

Mooney stared at Navy, smiling. He found it so interesting that Navy had this… spark! This interest that kept driving him towards the water and the ocean. Mooney was almost a little envious.. he didn’t something like that really and it almost left him with an empty feeling inside. However he was happy for Navy.. he could see a similar thing in Spot.

“Are you saving all your extra cash for your future gaff yawl?” He asked after Navy was done rambling.

“Navy! It’s, ahh- Navy, right?” A lanky Newsie yelled out, rising his hand in a wave. He jogged over to the other fella, a kind grin on his face.

His face was recognizable. Mooney Deibel-Fuery was a known name in Brooklyn, especially down south. He led Brooklyn Bay, a quieter part of the rough and tumble borough which was known for talking with their fists. “Spot wanted me to see if you could help me learn a think or two.”

- @fae-ridgeite

yeah, i’se Navy *he gives a friendly smile (not big enough to show his tooth gap bc ✨insecurities✨) and sticks out his hand* good ta meetcha….Mooney, ain’t it?

whatcha need a hand wit’? ‘m happy ta help

[fae-ridgeite]

“I like that one! Spot brought it down for me after I came home from the refuge an-“ Mooney flushed and immediately shut up. He shifted off of the table and grabbed a chair next to Soldier-boy, now done counting coins.

“.. I like Gulliver's Travels. It’s an interesting take on people and hot our society works.” He grabbed his five dollars, mostly made of nickels and quarters, and pressed them into one of his four vest pockets.

“Salut, Soldier-boy! How’s papes sellin’ for you?” Mooney said with a shrug, his left ear flicking upwards in query.

“Heard from the birdies that you’ad a scuffle with the Delancey’s bothers..” The Brooklynite leaned over, a grin dancing onto his face. He didn’t come down to Manhattan a lot, mostly cause his Ward was far away from the Bridge over, but when he did it normally was for a reason. “wanna help me mess with ‘em. You and I both know they deserve it.”

@fae-ridgeite (ooc, sorry this is a bit od formatting- I’ve never sent one of these in LOL)

Word spreads fast huh? But I’ll nevah give up a chance to give ‘em what they deserve.

*soldier boy spits in his hand to shake while smirking*

(Nah your good, I love it)

[fae-ridgeite]

“I saw you had a bandage- is that from the ‘ropes ‘n such’? N’ what’s a.. what’s that?” He seemed confused on what Navy was excited about. He didn’t know much about boats about being on them and trying not to fall into the water.

“Navy! It’s, ahh- Navy, right?” A lanky Newsie yelled out, rising his hand in a wave. He jogged over to the other fella, a kind grin on his face.

His face was recognizable. Mooney Deibel-Fuery was a known name in Brooklyn, especially down south. He led Brooklyn Bay, a quieter part of the rough and tumble borough which was known for talking with their fists. “Spot wanted me to see if you could help me learn a think or two.”

- @fae-ridgeite

yeah, i’se Navy *he gives a friendly smile (not big enough to show his tooth gap bc ✨insecurities✨) and sticks out his hand* good ta meetcha….Mooney, ain’t it?

whatcha need a hand wit’? ‘m happy ta help

[fae-ridgeite]

“I like books!!” Mooney nodded his head, agreeing with Soldier boy on the subject. “I like books too! There’s a great library in the Bay Area, however I ain’t the best at reading.. I have to read things several times before I understand it.”

He started to divvy up the change, putting them into piles of mostly dimes and quarters and leaving the rest to the big pile for Kloppman. “Do ya have a favorite at the moment?”

“Salut, Soldier-boy! How’s papes sellin’ for you?” Mooney said with a shrug, his left ear flicking upwards in query.

“Heard from the birdies that you’ad a scuffle with the Delancey’s bothers..” The Brooklynite leaned over, a grin dancing onto his face. He didn’t come down to Manhattan a lot, mostly cause his Ward was far away from the Bridge over, but when he did it normally was for a reason. “wanna help me mess with ‘em. You and I both know they deserve it.”

@fae-ridgeite (ooc, sorry this is a bit od formatting- I’ve never sent one of these in LOL)

Word spreads fast huh? But I’ll nevah give up a chance to give ‘em what they deserve.

*soldier boy spits in his hand to shake while smirking*

(Nah your good, I love it)

[fae-ridgeite]

“Thank you!” Mooney, as if it was even possible, puffed up even more with the praise. “It was my best subject.”

Mooney basked in the praise for a moment, before his ears twitched over in Soldier-boy’s direction. “Did you attend any schooling? I know they offer classes here at the lodge, but not many boys take them.”

“Salut, Soldier-boy! How’s papes sellin’ for you?” Mooney said with a shrug, his left ear flicking upwards in query.

“Heard from the birdies that you’ad a scuffle with the Delancey’s bothers..” The Brooklynite leaned over, a grin dancing onto his face. He didn’t come down to Manhattan a lot, mostly cause his Ward was far away from the Bridge over, but when he did it normally was for a reason. “wanna help me mess with ‘em. You and I both know they deserve it.”

@fae-ridgeite (ooc, sorry this is a bit od formatting- I’ve never sent one of these in LOL)

Word spreads fast huh? But I’ll nevah give up a chance to give ‘em what they deserve.

*soldier boy spits in his hand to shake while smirking*

(Nah your good, I love it)

[fae-ridgeite]

“That’s what they are like with the Birdies!” Mooney introjected with a laugh, but then shut up to a snicker as Navy finished up.

“Besides your brother and the worries goin’ away, what drives you to the boats? Do you like ‘em bigger or smaller?”

“Navy! It’s, ahh- Navy, right?” A lanky Newsie yelled out, rising his hand in a wave. He jogged over to the other fella, a kind grin on his face.

His face was recognizable. Mooney Deibel-Fuery was a known name in Brooklyn, especially down south. He led Brooklyn Bay, a quieter part of the rough and tumble borough which was known for talking with their fists. “Spot wanted me to see if you could help me learn a think or two.”

- @fae-ridgeite

yeah, i’se Navy *he gives a friendly smile (not big enough to show his tooth gap bc ✨insecurities✨) and sticks out his hand* good ta meetcha….Mooney, ain’t it?

whatcha need a hand wit’? ‘m happy ta help

[fae-ridgeite]

“.. I completed elementary school before having to quit to support meself.” Mooney hummed and waggled his shoulders in a boastful way. He was incredibly proud of himself. “It’s honestly mostly guess work, but if you times .60 by 50, then carry the decimal it’s pretty easy to assume that at least 50 newsies took 100 papes, leaving some extra change for others who took more or less.”

“Salut, Soldier-boy! How’s papes sellin’ for you?” Mooney said with a shrug, his left ear flicking upwards in query.

“Heard from the birdies that you’ad a scuffle with the Delancey’s bothers..” The Brooklynite leaned over, a grin dancing onto his face. He didn’t come down to Manhattan a lot, mostly cause his Ward was far away from the Bridge over, but when he did it normally was for a reason. “wanna help me mess with ‘em. You and I both know they deserve it.”

@fae-ridgeite (ooc, sorry this is a bit od formatting- I’ve never sent one of these in LOL)

Word spreads fast huh? But I’ll nevah give up a chance to give ‘em what they deserve.

*soldier boy spits in his hand to shake while smirking*

(Nah your good, I love it)