Post by drifter on May 8, 2010 12:41:22 GMT -5
Drifter sat up in a tree in Marcus Garvey Park, fiddling with ideas in her head and trying to figure out how she'd get them to work. Obviously some of these ideas would have to be figured out without her borough's knowledge. She didn't want an internal war when she started the other one. She had plans on how she'd start it all, how she'd manage it. She could possibly select a few newsies from the lodging house and have one come with her to each borough. She'd come around, just saying 'hello', putting up the image that Harlem was on the good team and wouldn't possibly do anything to start a war. Heck, she'd even act like her treasured necklace had been stolen when everything else "went missing".
And she'd only tell those who she chose about when things were going to get done. She didn't want to ask permission from anyone about this. She was the leader, after all! This could be her small way of saying that she was in charge and what she ordered needed to be followed. But she wouldn't be doing it outright like Ghost had. She wouldn't be belittling any of the Harlem newsies for the sake of her power. She wouldn't be doing things like Ghost. Never would. Her rise to power was subtle and practically unnoticeable. The same would go for Harlem's rise to borough-dom. Few people within the operation would need to know things.
Drift leapt down from the tree and brushed herself off before walking toward the lodging house, a sort of strut in her walk, giving her a more empowered sense than her usual, almost timid, stride. Harlem, as far as she was concerned, was done being pushed aside because of their size and status. It was time for a change.
Drifter was going to make that change happen.
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