Mooney boy the Newsieboy

“Long time no see!! I haven’t seen you in this part of Brooklyn!! What are you doing in the ‘ridge?” Bay Ridge was Mooney’s turf, it was the tip of Brooklyn where the ferry docked to bring people over to Staten Island. Unless they had friends there, most newsies skipped it if they were heading into Brooklyn- Coney Island being a couple stopped after.

*Soldier smiled and walked over to where Mooney was*

He tilted his head, looking Soldier-boy over- that same smile plastered on his face. It was still plenty early in the day, so Mooney had not sold a lot of his share of papers just yet. “I heard’ja got some new responsibilities!! A birdie right?! What’th kid’s name? Spot told me when he was last down in lower ‘hattan, he saw you with ‘em.”

*Soldier-Boy loved talking about his little newsie*

“Come on! Wanna go see the John Paul Jones Canon? It’s where I hold my Ward Meetings!!” Mooney grinned, starting to lead the way over to the park.

“YOU!!” Mooney barked out suddenly. A shorter newsie (@the-twerpsie) baring no borough colors stood atop of what Mooney self-proclaimed his. “Spot’s been looking for you-“ Mooney looked towards Solider-boy his brows furrowed but his expression still pleased. “-a friend.. it’s Lil’Flame”

*Soldier froze when someone called out*

Its hands moved fluidly making weird gestures and clicking noises before finally speaking in a voice that mimicked a familiar Brooklyn leader, “Mooney!” @fae-ridgeite

It stuck out a hand to Soldier-boy, shifting its weight around funnily. @ask-soldier-boy

*Soldier boy shook his hand*

(Lil’Flame next, then Solider-boy? @the-twerpsie )

@ask-soldier-boy

((Sorry I was at swim practice))

((It’s okay!! Take as long as you need to respond! I’m going down for a nap rn but I wanted to reply before I sleep!! Wanna go Soldier-boy then Lil’Flame?))

“Long time no see!! I haven’t seen you in this part of Brooklyn!! What are you doing in the ‘ridge?” Bay Ridge was Mooney’s turf, it was the tip of Brooklyn where the ferry docked to bring people over to Staten Island. Unless they had friends there, most newsies skipped it if they were heading into Brooklyn- Coney Island being a couple stopped after.

*Soldier smiled and walked over to where Mooney was*

He tilted his head, looking Soldier-boy over- that same smile plastered on his face. It was still plenty early in the day, so Mooney had not sold a lot of his share of papers just yet. “I heard’ja got some new responsibilities!! A birdie right?! What’th kid’s name? Spot told me when he was last down in lower ‘hattan, he saw you with ‘em.”

*Soldier-Boy loved talking about his little newsie*

“Come on! Wanna go see the John Paul Jones Canon? It’s where I hold my Ward Meetings!!” Mooney grinned, starting to lead the way over to the park.

“YOU!!” Mooney barked out suddenly. A shorter newsie (@the-twerpsie) baring no borough colors stood atop of what Mooney self-proclaimed his. “Spot’s been looking for you-“ Mooney looked towards Solider-boy his brows furrowed but his expression still pleased. “-a friend.. it’s Lil’Flame”

*Soldier froze when someone called out*

Its hands moved fluidly making weird gestures and clicking noises before finally speaking in a voice that mimicked a familiar Brooklyn leader, “Mooney!” @fae-ridgeite

It stuck out a hand to Soldier-boy, shifting its weight around funnily. @ask-soldier-boy

*Soldier boy shook his hand*

(Lil’Flame next, then Solider-boy? @the-twerpsie )

“Long time no see!! I haven’t seen you in this part of Brooklyn!! What are you doing in the ‘ridge?” Bay Ridge was Mooney’s turf, it was the tip of Brooklyn where the ferry docked to bring people over to Staten Island. Unless they had friends there, most newsies skipped it if they were heading into Brooklyn- Coney Island being a couple stopped after.

*Soldier smiled and walked over to where Mooney was*

He tilted his head, looking Soldier-boy over- that same smile plastered on his face. It was still plenty early in the day, so Mooney had not sold a lot of his share of papers just yet. “I heard’ja got some new responsibilities!! A birdie right?! What’th kid’s name? Spot told me when he was last down in lower ‘hattan, he saw you with ‘em.”

*Soldier-Boy loved talking about his little newsie*

“Come on! Wanna go see the John Paul Jones Canon? It’s where I hold my Ward Meetings!!” Mooney grinned, starting to lead the way over to the park.

“YOU!!” Mooney barked out suddenly. A shorter newsie (@the-twerpsie) baring no borough colors stood atop of what Mooney self-proclaimed his. “Spot’s been looking for you-“ Mooney looked towards Solider-boy his brows furrowed but his expression still pleased. “-a friend.. it’s Lil’Flame”

*Soldier froze when someone called out*

Its hands moved fluidly making weird gestures and clicking noises before finally speaking in a voice that mimicked a familiar Brooklyn leader, “Mooney!” @fae-ridgeite

“Long time no see!! I haven’t seen you in this part of Brooklyn!! What are you doing in the ‘ridge?” Bay Ridge was Mooney’s turf, it was the tip of Brooklyn where the ferry docked to bring people over to Staten Island. Unless they had friends there, most newsies skipped it if they were heading into Brooklyn- Coney Island being a couple stopped after.

*Soldier smiled and walked over to where Mooney was*

He tilted his head, looking Soldier-boy over- that same smile plastered on his face. It was still plenty early in the day, so Mooney had not sold a lot of his share of papers just yet. “I heard’ja got some new responsibilities!! A birdie right?! What’th kid’s name? Spot told me when he was last down in lower ‘hattan, he saw you with ‘em.”

*Soldier-Boy loved talking about his little newsie*

“Come on! Wanna go see the John Paul Jones Canon? It’s where I hold my Ward Meetings!!” Mooney grinned, starting to lead the way over to the park.

“YOU!!” Mooney barked out suddenly. A shorter newsie (@the-twerpsie) baring no borough colors stood atop of what Mooney self-proclaimed his. “Spot’s been looking for you-“ Mooney looked towards Solider-boy his brows furrowed but his expression still pleased. “-a friend.. it’s Lil’Flame”

“Long time no see!! I haven’t seen you in this part of Brooklyn!! What are you doing in the ‘ridge?” Bay Ridge was Mooney’s turf, it was the tip of Brooklyn where the ferry docked to bring people over to Staten Island. Unless they had friends there, most newsies skipped it if they were heading into Brooklyn- Coney Island being a couple stopped after.

*Soldier smiled and walked over to where Mooney was*

He tilted his head, looking Soldier-boy over- that same smile plastered on his face. It was still plenty early in the day, so Mooney had not sold a lot of his share of papers just yet. “I heard’ja got some new responsibilities!! A birdie right?! What’th kid’s name? Spot told me when he was last down in lower ‘hattan, he saw you with ‘em.”

*Soldier-Boy loved talking about his little newsie*

“Come on! Wanna go see the John Paul Jones Canon? It’s where I hold my Ward Meetings!!” Mooney grinned, starting to lead the way over to the park.

“Long time no see!! I haven’t seen you in this part of Brooklyn!! What are you doing in the ‘ridge?” Bay Ridge was Mooney’s turf, it was the tip of Brooklyn where the ferry docked to bring people over to Staten Island. Unless they had friends there, most newsies skipped it if they were heading into Brooklyn- Coney Island being a couple stopped after.

*Soldier smiled and walked over to where Mooney was*

He tilted his head, looking Soldier-boy over- that same smile plastered on his face. It was still plenty early in the day, so Mooney had not sold a lot of his share of papers just yet. “I heard’ja got some new responsibilities!! A birdie right?! What’th kid’s name? Spot told me when he was last down in lower ‘hattan, he saw you with ‘em.”

*Soldier-Boy loved talking about his little newsie*

“Come on! Wanna go see the John Paul Jones Canon? It’s where I hold my Ward Meetings!!” Mooney grinned, starting to lead the way over to the park.

“Long time no see!! I haven’t seen you in this part of Brooklyn!! What are you doing in the ‘ridge?” Bay Ridge was Mooney’s turf, it was the tip of Brooklyn where the ferry docked to bring people over to Staten Island. Unless they had friends there, most newsies skipped it if they were heading into Brooklyn- Coney Island being a couple stopped after.

*Soldier smiled and walked over to where Mooney was*

He tilted his head, looking Soldier-boy over- that same smile plastered on his face. It was still plenty early in the day, so Mooney had not sold a lot of his share of papers just yet. “I heard’ja got some new responsibilities!! A birdie right?! What’th kid’s name? Spot told me when he was last down in lower ‘hattan, he saw you with ‘em.”

*Soldier-Boy loved talking about his little newsie*

“Long time no see!! I haven’t seen you in this part of Brooklyn!! What are you doing in the ‘ridge?” Bay Ridge was Mooney’s turf, it was the tip of Brooklyn where the ferry docked to bring people over to Staten Island. Unless they had friends there, most newsies skipped it if they were heading into Brooklyn- Coney Island being a couple stopped after.

*Soldier smiled and walked over to where Mooney was*

He tilted his head, looking Soldier-boy over- that same smile plastered on his face. It was still plenty early in the day, so Mooney had not sold a lot of his share of papers just yet. “I heard’ja got some new responsibilities!! A birdie right?! What’th kid’s name? Spot told me when he was last down in lower ‘hattan, he saw you with ‘em.”

[[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]]

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."

"Name's Two-bits. Now why ain't ya passin those papes? Today's a great day to be making ya money, I can shows you me spots"

“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.”

"Fair fair. Well den, how'd you end up here? By the way youse look, you is a 'hatten.. or Queens newsie?"

“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?”

"Youse look soft, ain't got that bite to ya. I'se may be wrong, you could be Brooklyn"

He pondered, wanting to add more, really but he wasn't going to tell just a stranger just what he'd been doing on the outskirts of his borough. Even if it was a fellow newsboy. The honest truth, hardly anybody knew how much he traveled.

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.

"I outta get selling, 'less you need me ta direct ya back to youse place"

"You is sure you on't wanna sell somethin while we's here?"

“’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?”

"He's jus travelin everywheres, sellin his papes. We inn't grow up togetha, cause I was taken way wit' me fatha"

He went quiet for a moment, leaving Two-bits side to sell a quick paper before returning to his new acquaintance (he wouldn’t call them friends just yet.. Mooney wanted to make sure this fella was safe). “Would’ja say your brothar’s ah Nomadic Newsie? My pal Lil’Flame’s like that.”

Two-bits stammered, he didn't EXACTLY know what "nomadic" meant. He didn't get the best education as a little boy, or one at all truthfully so he was genuinely a little embarrassed.

[[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]]

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."

"Name's Two-bits. Now why ain't ya passin those papes? Today's a great day to be making ya money, I can shows you me spots"

“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.”

"Fair fair. Well den, how'd you end up here? By the way youse look, you is a 'hatten.. or Queens newsie?"

“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?”

"Youse look soft, ain't got that bite to ya. I'se may be wrong, you could be Brooklyn"

He pondered, wanting to add more, really but he wasn't going to tell just a stranger just what he'd been doing on the outskirts of his borough. Even if it was a fellow newsboy. The honest truth, hardly anybody knew how much he traveled.

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.

"I outta get selling, 'less you need me ta direct ya back to youse place"

"You is sure you on't wanna sell somethin while we's here?"

“’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?”

"He's jus travelin everywheres, sellin his papes. We inn't grow up togetha, cause I was taken way wit' me fatha"

He went quiet for a moment, leaving Two-bits side to sell a quick paper before returning to his new acquaintance (he wouldn’t call them friends just yet.. Mooney wanted to make sure this fella was safe). “Would’ja say your brothar’s ah Nomadic Newsie? My pal Lil’Flame’s like that.”

Mooney! have you been in Brooklyn this whole time? what's up spot?

He gestured with his chin as he said, 'Moon', hinting to Hairbrush (green text?) that the person he was with was Mooney. Spot came down to Manhattan for shows at the Bowery and meetings with Jack, however the taller, less muscled newsie beside him rarely showed his face in that particular borough. ⏾ Mooney's ears perked up and listened to the boys. Mooney was always a lot friendlier with others than most Brooklynites, however, he could pack a punch. "You's fellas company is porfect! Don't worry."

[[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]]

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."

"Name's Two-bits. Now why ain't ya passin those papes? Today's a great day to be making ya money, I can shows you me spots"

“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.”

"Fair fair. Well den, how'd you end up here? By the way youse look, you is a 'hatten.. or Queens newsie?"

“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?”

"Youse look soft, ain't got that bite to ya. I'se may be wrong, you could be Brooklyn"

He pondered, wanting to add more, really but he wasn't going to tell just a stranger just what he'd been doing on the outskirts of his borough. Even if it was a fellow newsboy. The honest truth, hardly anybody knew how much he traveled.

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.

"I outta get selling, 'less you need me ta direct ya back to youse place"

"You is sure you on't wanna sell somethin while we's here?"

“’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?”