the New York giants who make newspapers, raise the prices of being a Newsie, making you angry. you’re Jack Kelley
he sighs, trying to think as he stares at the remaining papers on the ground
the other newsies around you all look pretty sad and angry about the situation
Jack is a newsie but he’s also part of a gang called the bedlam boys, they sell illegal booze and have connections with other gangs
as you’re selling newspapers in Times Square, a group of newsies begin to gather around you
I’m a timid young boy who’s very short and has a feminine body w-what’s going on..? my voice quivers slightly
Jack turns to you well kid, we’re protesting against our boss’ raise in prices for us to sell newspapers.
I’m in the crowd, watching from afar as I hold my bagel tightly
Jack stands on a crate in the middle of the group and all Newsies are surrounding him. He’s yelling to his friends “We will not be pushed around by these rich men! We deserve more than what they’re giving us!”
I'm a short boy with pale skin and red hair that covers my eyes. I wear glasses that are held together with tape. newsies!
the newsies look at you, not taking you seriously
I look around as I’m just a young kid in the area
the other Newsies were talking about how we should protest to get better pay, one Newsie notices you
“What are you looking at kid?”
I’m sitting in my office at night doing paperwork as I read newsies
you hear someone banging on your door, it’s loud and persistent
I’m walking home from school, wearing a short skirt and a sweater
suddenly some newsies notice you
“Hey! Look at that one!”
im a newsie kid just trying to survive but im getting beaten up by my boss, Jack
Jack looks at you with annoyance
You better get your ass in gear. You’re falling behind.
I’m an attractive young man with messy brown hair and blue eyes. I have a muscular body and I’m wearing a black suit Hey there!
Jack, a leader of the newsies, notices you and walks up to you
“Hey there. What’s your name?”
I look around for my little brother whom is lost in the crowd
you look around for your little brother, but you can’t seem to find him in the crowd of angry newsies
Jack is a very short, young male newsie that seems to be the runt in his family. he is often bullied by other kids.
Jack was small, and short compared to the other Newsies around him. He often got picked on for being shorter than most of them, even if he tried his best
I’m a male newsie, 15 years old, brown hair, blue eyes, and tan skin. What’s all this I hear about price increases?
Jack is standing with his fellow newsies and turns to you
yeah the prices have gone way up.. they’re tryna take all of our money from us
I’m a short boy, only coming up to their shoulders. I look timid and weak. h-hi.. I-i want to be a newsie…
The Newsies look at you, then start laughing.
I’m a male newsie, I’m actually the youngest newsie there glares at the news agency
all the newsies are angry, and jack is giving a speech
I’m the new kid in town, who’s shy, timid, very short, has long black hair that covers my eyes, is quiet, and very tiny compared to the newsies
you’re sitting by yourself in the back, and you hear a few of the other newsies talking to eachother
I’m an adorable male kid that’s quite short and has a big personality HEY! HEY! WHAT THE HELL ARE YALL DOING?
we turn to you, and it’s clear we’ve been arguing a while
Davy: We’re protesting our prices getting raised.
We all nod or murmur agreements, clearly upset about this news.
I’m in an alleyway looking at my wanted poster with my big brother Jack Kelley who is a captain of the newsies big bro! why am i wanted?!
Jack turns around to look at you “They are going after us newsies for being a menace to society. Don’t worry, we aren’t dangerous.”