she loves to sing, she loves everything {OPEN}

[Delight]

Delight had just sold her last paper of the day, a task that had brought her to forced tears of distress and just a little bit a flirting–something she wasn't particularly proud of–to accomplish. Her hands were stained with ink as usual and her eyes were still a little puffy and red from the tears she'd shed. On her breath was the coffee she had taken at noon to make it through the rest of the day.

She was exhausted, she would admit it out loud, but she didn't want to head to the lodging house and conk out. She had to get in a little writing. Weather it was a short poem or a short segment to her eventual novel she just had to write down something before she turned in for the night. Some dinner would be nice too…maybe a slice of pie at Tibby's. Delight smiled and sighed contentedly at the thought of pie. She used pie to treat herself, when she'd done a good job or to relieve the stress of a particularly hard day of work. Otherwise she'd write for a while to wind down.

She adjusted her cap with one hand as she walked through Central Park toward Tibby's, hoping to catch a bite to eat before the establishment closed. She was humming to herself, something her mother had taught her before her death, it was a simple little ditty, but something that calmed her down in the early evening before the other things she did to relax.

[matchbox]

Matchbox was walking down the road, dodging carriages and horse, walkers, and some of his fellow newsies. But he wasn't selling right now, Match was just a little hungry and a little lazy. When he gracefully hopped off the road and onto the sidewalk he not-so-gracefully bumped into someone, "Hey! Watch it..." He was about to continue into a minor rant until he looked up and saw a pretty girl looking at him still in shock from the collision, "Oh, I'm sorry, that was my fault, I should have been more careful. Who might you be?"

The pyro smiled at her kindly and helped her into the restaurant, he could guess that that was where she was going because they collided right out of Tibby's door. Matchbox sat down and motioned for her to sit next to him. He was thinking that she was a nice looking girl and he felt kind of bad for almost yelling at her. He also wondered if she was a newsie, if she was from Hatten' and why her hands were stained with ink. But he decided to talk less and listen more.

[Les Jacobs]

Les held his last paper in his hand. Gotta sell it, he thought. His brother had gone ahead home and told Les to hurry himself. I have to sell my paper. I don't want to eat it... he thought. The thought of eating newspapers over candy made him sick. He walked up to a nice-looking older man and coughed weakly. "'Scuse me," he said pulling on the man's sleeve. "Buy me last pape?" Another meek cough. Les held forward the paper, his hand trembling with false illness. He watched the old man jump at Les's approach and then his face softened as he looked at Les. Jack says I'm a charmer, he thought. Proud of his hard work. The man smiled and held out fifty cents. Les handed the man the paper and took the money. Oh boy! he thought. Les was going to celebrate at the Restaurant. He would buy a malt shake. Once for his birthday, David had saved his money and they'd come to Tibby's and the three children, David, Sarah, and Les had split a malt shake. Les loved it! David and Sarah had insisted that he didn't have to share, but Les insisted that they did. It was important.

Now, the young boy was running to Tibby's. He skidded to a halt as a boy and girl collided by the entrance. Les was about to help the girl up, when the other guy did. Les walked over and pushed around them to get into the store. He reconized the girl. Manhattan Newsies. He couldn't remember her name exactly, but he knew her face. He didn't reconized the other guy at all. He must be from somewhere else, he thought. Les smiled at the girl. "Hello," Les said politely. "Sell a lot of papes?"

Word Count;; 358
Muse;; It's good!! I love Les!! *huggles*
Tags;; Delight, Matchbox