Of Kings and Queens *King*

[Queenie]

Queenie sat on the sand, looking at the Bronx River, she had thought this over and over, and well, it was an almost suicidal plan, one hat she'd probably would never bring up with the other leaders, that's why this had to work. What if there was a way to help the other street rats less fortunate? The ones who didn't get any lucky breaks at all, there had to be someone watching over them. Which was what was Queenie's... project. She knew there were kids around New York with 'royal' names like King and Princess and Prince, and if she could get them together, who knew what could happen?

Which was why she was here, at the river, not just to hide from some boys who seemed to try and be around her a lot, but to meet up with the one named King. She didn't think she'd have any problems, from what she knew he prefered blondes. Which meant no problems for her. Waiting was the problem at the moment. Never make a schizophrenic wait. Voices in her head annoyed her, and she couldn't help but say quietly to herself, "You are not my voice, my voice does not sound that way."

Getting up, she walked around, musing to herself about how she could do a bit more to this part of the Bronx for her newsies to enjoy more. That was exactly what she needed to think about, until her meeting with King could begin. Queenie was nervous, to tell the truth, she didn't know if he'd agree with her views, but thankfully she had gotten some of her newsies to find him and tell him. That, and she had made sure no one else came here but her, she'd have to talk to King about this in private. It was risky.

Very, very risky.

[King]

King

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King sighed in content as he walked down the sandy area of the river, the small sack that hung off his shoulder was stuffed with wallets, bracelets and other sorts of stolen items. Not to mention one huge loaf of bread that he was able to snatch from the bakery. It had been a good day for pick pocketing and food stealing. He had just sat down in the park to eat when a kid had found him and told him his Leader wanted to talk. So here he was after a while of walking he had made it to The Bronx, now all he had to do was locate The Bronx newsie.

What had King curious the most was how did The Bronx Leader know about him at all? Had he stolen from her at some point and she wanted it back? Fat chance of that happening.. he gives all his collecting to August and he does whatever he does with it. Scratching the back of his head he looked down and kicked a small pebble that sat in his way. He had never seen the leader before this meeting but the newsie that had found him had said her name was Queenie. Grinning like the maniac he was, he laughed at his thoughts. 'A Queen lookin' for a King.'

"You are not my voice, my voice does not sound that way."[/b]

Having heard a faint voice he glanced back up again and noticed a small dark haired girl walking around. Raising an eyebrow walked towards her slowly, she wasn't his type but he couldn't deny that she sure was cute. Coughing to get her attention he eyed her. "You Queenie?"[/blockquote][/size]

[Queenie]

"You Queenie?"

"Depends," turning around, she raised an eyebrow, "Are you King? Cause honestly I didn't come here to goof off." She honestly wasn't her to do that, she wanted to get this meeting going, because before she could recruit the other 'royals' she had to get the support of someone who had a name similar to hers. You just had to have a business partner if people were gonna take you serious, leader or not. Then she realized how suicidal this was.

Looking around quickly, she noticed no people in sight, which she wasn't sure was true, Spot had his birds working lately, and what with having Doll spy on her and Spot's meeting at the docks she wasn't so sure lately. Queenie sure hoped she wasn't being spied on, because if she was... there'd be a few bodies missing from the newsie population. Sizing the person in front of her up, she noted how he fit the King description. "Obviously you are. Very well then. Might as well say what I have to."

Clearing her throat a little, she stated, "Do you know how many kids out there are like you and me? You know fairly well your different, same as me, that tends to happen when you give someone the name of a royal title, it seems. But, we, let's call it Royals, we Royals have to stick together. So I propose we start something of a... business. You be my business partner I'll be yours, you just have to help me, and I'll recruit the rest."

Queenie would tell him the rest of her plan, after he responded to this. She'd hate to have this blow up in face, all of this ahd to be done in secret, otherwise it wouldn't work. And she really wanted her plan to work. If it didn't work, then she felt like she would be doomed. To much time thinking had been wasted, and she'd rather of had that thinking not go to waste, and more of put to use. That, and if anything, this was gonna be something she couldn't get her newsies into. They just... wouldn't understand.