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Post by Chase Neumann on May 10, 2010 15:05:06 GMT -5
Chase strode down one of the docks in Brooklynn to where a bunch of other Newsies were crowded around the one and only Spot Conlon. Chase shoved his hands in the pockets of his pants as he walked forward. He'd heard a lot about this Spot character and figured it'd only be right for Chase to meet him since he was the leader of the borough.
He'd reached the end of the dock, but stayed toward the back of the crowd. He heard Spot's voice above the others. He sounded like a leader. Once Spot spoke, everyone was quiet. Chase smirked to himself as the breeze caught him by suprise and he shivered, his shirt only half buttoned. No one seemed to notice him, which was a good thing. Chase tended to stick to himself most of the time. The meeting or whatever it was was apperantly over, and everyone filed out. As they all left, most glanced at Chase. He kept his head up and his eyes forward, staring at Spot. He moved forward with ease as everyone made room for him.
"You must be Spot Conlon. Chase Neumann, nice ta meet ya." Chase said in a thick german accent, and with a smile as he approached Spot, his hand out.
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Post by Spot on May 14, 2010 15:50:47 GMT -5
"SHUT UP!"
The newsies around him silenced quickly. They turned to look at him quickly. "Your yapping is disturbing my napping, and if you disturb me more I might have to hurt somebody." Any talking that was left had died down to a complete silence. "That is better." He closed his eyes and leaned back. He had walked all day, trying to make up for the day he had lost. He was sick the day before, and it took a whole lot of yelling to convince Doll to let him go out. Now he had sold all day, and now he was finally able to rest and that's exactly what he wanted to do. "Get out the rest of you. I'm tired."
"You must be Spot Conlon. Chase Nuemann, nice ta met ya."
He cracked open an eye.. there was a boy. He was blond, rather tall. he spoke with a thick accent. He tried to identify it and decided. "German, uh? Ya I'm Spot." He sighed, and stood. He was tired, bored, but he would entertain this boy. "What do ya want?"
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Post by Chase Neumann on Aug 2, 2010 15:03:33 GMT -5
Chase nodded slightly and dropped his hand. "Uh- I just wanted ta meet the famous Spot Conlon. I live in Brooklynn and i heard about ya. And that sellin' papes was a way fer kids ta make some money. And since i live on my own and everyone seems to not like the weird foreign kid... i figured i'd come see ya. But ya look tired. Maybe i should just go." His voice trailed off and he looked over his shoulder. He chuckled as he watched the retreating back of the other Newsies and one of the last ones pushed a guy next to him in the water and started cracking up. He swallowed his laughter and looked back at Spot who was staring at him. "And come back later." He stuck his thumbs in the loop holes of his shorts and looked over Spot's shoulder. He could never really look at someone straight in the eyes. Especially not some one who ranked over him.
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