NeuroQueersies ~ The Diverse Story of the Newsies' Strike

Chapter 6 ~ Brooklyn

Oooh, Brooklyn!

*cue the Irish music that plays in 92sies when they go to Brooklyn because Brooklyn was the city where most of the Irish immigrants went*

Also, I looked it up, walking from Manhattan to Brooklyn is like 3 hours ... that's long haha.

Enjoy! :)

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Jack, Boots, and David begin their journey across the Brooklyn Bridge into the infamous Brooklyn.

David can honestly say he's never been to this part of New York before. This is going to be an experience for him.

Jack and Boots are having fun making their way across the Bridge. David trails behind them, amused, watching them and looking at the stunning view.

"You've ever been to Brooklyn, Davey?" Jack makes conversation.

"No I haven't," David answers honestly.

"Really?"

"I spent a month there one night," Boots adds.

David plays that in his head again and again, seeing if emphasizing a certain intonation or word or phrase will make the sentence make more sense.

About half way across the Bridge, Jack and Boots rush over to the side.

"Hey Davey!" Jack shouts to David. "You have to try this!"

Suddenly, Jack and Boots lean over the edge. "OH-OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

The three laugh. It does look fun. But they have a mission.

"So, is this ... Spot Conlon really dangerous?"

Instead of answering his question, Jack and Boots laugh.

I suppose I'll get an answer once we get there.

Not that this is too promising.

He sighs, trying to figure out how this is how his life is going.

Finally, they reach the docks of Brooklyn; in the heart of Spot Conlon's terf. 

David keeps his head down and averts his eyes. He's aware that most of the newsies here will be Irish, and while yes, not all Irish boys are like the ones he hears about, he still has what's been ingrained into his head up and center in his mind. Just keep your head down, and these Irish newsies won't want to pick on the little Jewish boy.

Jack walks with confidence, although not feeling as sure as he seems. Whether the act is for him or for these newsies, he's not entirely sure.

"Goin' somewhere, Kelly?" a newsie asks Jack, challenging him. Jack stares him down, and the newsie loses interest.

David's eyes go wide. This guy has got to be at least half a foot taller than Jack. Maybe; David's gaze is moving around too wildly to actually make a solid observation.

If this guy answers to Spot Conlon ... just how big and intimidating is Spot Conlon?

"Well if it ain't Jack be nimble, Jack be quick," Spot Conlon declares from his perch, high above it all.

David cranes his neck to see a small kid with a face full of freckles and some of the bluest eyes he's ever seen.

Jack grins up at him. "I see ya moved up in the world, Spot."