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Finley rolled his eyes. "Sure. But what happens when Pulitzer raises the price again? Do we just keep on striken'? We'll starve!"
"Well then lets starve," grumbled Sacia, rolling her eyes. "I'd starve before I let Pulitzer step all over my toes." She pulled a face. "That sounds so dramatic. I jus' think the strike's gonna work."
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Finley crossed his arms again. "I'd rather eat and live." He mumbled to himself.
"If Pulitzer keeps raisin' the prices then you're still gonna starve," Sacia replied with a casual shrug.
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"Yeah but at least I'll earn somethin'. Especially around the holidays. Folks get generous." Finley stated.
"Folks might care, but Pulitzer don't," she said simply, twirling her braid.
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"I dunno why yous tryin' to convince me. I'm stayin' here in Brooklyn and that's that." Finley wasn't exactly telling the truth. A strike sounds a little fun I guess…might take a little more convincin'
"I'm jus tryin' to defend myself!" Sacia retorted. "Yous tryin' to make the strike seem like a bad idea. It's not."
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"Except it is." Finley paused. "I ain't joinin' unless all of Brooklyn joins. And Manhattan. And the Bronks. I ain't goin' unless all of New York goes."
"Well then you better get ready," Sacia replied, "because I gots a feelin' all a' New York's gonna know. The whole world's gonna know!" (and the world will know! I can't stop quoting songs lol)
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He chuckled at her enthusiasm. "You keep thinkin' that. A squad of kids from the city can make the front page, but they ain't gettin' this out to the whole world."
Sacia made a face at him. "I'd bet ya money on it…if I had money, that is." She grinned.
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"Then we can bet somethin' else." Finley looked around. "If the new spreads worldwide…I'll personally go to Pulitzer and make 'im make you a reporter." He was confident that he wouldn't even have to remember to do this. "If it doesn't, you have'ta go get me an actin' job."
"That's a deal!" Sacia laughed, excited. "And you better hold up your end of the bargain." She started to worry just a bit, though. How the hell was she supposed to get a acting job?
(brb)
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He grinned. "Don't worry, I will." Finley looked around as more Brooklyn Newsies began to pour in through the doorway.
"Looks like everyone's finishin' up," Sacia observed. "Wonder if any of 'em support the strike."
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I hope not. I don't wanna go up to Pulitzer and beg for Sacia to get a job… Finley thought to himself.
(I wish we had more people in this role play lol idk what else to do)
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(Same here)
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(I'm in my car though and don't have great connection so I might not respond quickly if anything happens)
(that's fine we can take a break and hopefully more people will join in)
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(hums boredly)
(hi! sorry i was gone so long. i went on college tours for my older brother, and went to historical williamsburg, jamestown, and yorktown, but i'm back now!)
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(oooh cool!)
The night was treacherous for Marvin. Tomorrow, he would have to wake up extra early, walk to the strike in New York, and pretend that he was actually interested in it. Yay.
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(time skip…)
Finley picked up his bag and slung it around his shoulder, yawning. I need sleep…it's almost midnight…
Sacia stood uncertain. She'd made enough money to return home –her dad said if she sold all her papes, he'd let her come home for the night. Still she didn't know how much he'd already drank tonight. She decided not to risk it.
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Finley made his way up the rickety stairs of the lodging house. His 'bed', which could barely count as one, was on the second floor.
Marvin woke up the next morning (extra early, may I add), and woke Adexa up. The air was cold, and he could clearly see his breath in the morning air. The streets were silent, empty. It was kind of scary, and he was glad he wasn't alone.
