Hawkeye's Room

[Hawkeye]

This is where the Harlem leader goes to sleep, relax, and to..."not sleep." It'd be best to knock before entering.

[Kitten]

Her blue eyes were brimmed over with tears, but she wasn't upset and she wasn't breaking down. She had one arm wrapped around her torso as she brought her free hand to the door and knocked on Hawkeye's door, normally she would go to Irish but he was at work and most of the other boys and girls were out eating or at shows this late. She bit her lip as she waited for him to answer, "Hawk...."she hollered her voice hiding her pain. She could feel blood seeping through her wounds and bruises forming, Oscar and Morris had cornered her in an alley and got her back pretty bad for calling Morris a donkey's behind. She propped herself up against the wall beside the door and looked down as her red hair draped into her pale face, she felt like she could pass out at any minute. She groaned slightly but bit her lip again so she didn't make another sound. (Sorry it's short)

[Hawkeye]

Hawkeye was sitting in the sill of his open window, his mind deep in thought and a cigarette hanging loosely from his fingers over the sidewalk below. He'd finished selling later than usual, but he still somehow managed to be the first one back (Irish had mentioned taking a walk afterward, so Hawk didn't expect him home anytime soon). Though it was late now, he had decided to stay in. the Harlem leader had some thinking to do. He took a drag and blew the smoke out his nose, mulling over some of the things that had happened over the past few weeks.

The Queens leader had been attacked, a fifteen-year-old girl had taken over the Bronx, and some of his boys had roughed up a couple school brats for poking fun at them (Granted, the kids had deserved what they got, and true, Hawk was a little proud of them, but newsies didn't need any extra attention form the bulls. The boys in question had been lucky not to have been thrown in the Refuge). Street seemed to be okay the one time he met her, but she was only fifteen and hawkeye had a hard time believing she'd be able to cope with the pressures of being leader.

Bringing the cig to his lips, he was just about to take another drag when weary footsteps and a frantic knock on his door made him pause. He sighed quietly and set his smoke on the metal part of the windowsill, hoping this wouldn't take long so he would be able to come back and finish it.

"Hawk...?!"

Hawkeye stood up quickly and hurried to the door, urged into leader-mode at the barely concealed sound of desperation and pain in the girl's voice. Opening the door, he let out a slight "Oof" as Kitten collapsed into his arms. The Harlem leader was not one to show much emotion or offer sympathy, but when his kids were hurt it was an entirely different story. "Woah, easy there," he said kindly. "What's wrong, Kitt--... oh shit." He broke off at the sight of blood on her shirt and immediately scooped his strong arm under her knees, carrying her gently over to lay her on his bed.

Rushing back to the door he bellowed down the stairs, "Peterson!" Mr. peterson, The lodging house caretaker, was somewhat skilled in fixing up the Harlem newsies (practice makes perfect) and should know what to do. Hawkeye moved back to his bed and crouched next to where Kitten's head was. "What happened, doll? Who did this to ya?" He questioned quickly. Hawkeye was furious and ready to crack some skulls. He wanted answers, damnit!

[Kitten]

Being clumsy as she was anyway when he opened the door and she stumbled into his arms she groaned slightly in her pained state. She hadn't exactly expected him to lift her up but she let it go, she was too confused to care. She looked up at the ceiling as he left her to go get the caretaker but before she even had much time to think he was back at her side.

"what happened doll? Who did this to ya?"

She looked at him through her hazy vision it kept going in and out of focus, she knew she had to have been knocked upside the head at some point, she was surprised she made it back ok, well not ok but at least she wasn't laying in the gutter somewhere. She groaned before she spoke,"damn Delanceys.....did it,"she muttered. She knew that Hawk knew better than to ask why she had even been close to Manhattan because everyone knew she went to see Ace at least once a week. She tilted her head slightly and focused her gaze back up to the ceiling for a moment to make her vision focus and it worked for now. She looked back at him,"I'm sorry Hawk....ya got enough on yer plate as it is..."she mummbled.

[Hawkeye]

The Delanceys? Son of a… He had disliked them before for Jack’s kid’s sake, but now they were messing with his kids and he’s be damned if they were gonna get away with it… He’d get word to the other leaders tomorrow, see if they thought it had anything to do with the other attacks that had been happening lately.

"I'm sorry Hawk....ya got enough on yer plate as it is..."

Hawk snorted in dismissal, “Don’t worry ‘bout it. This ain’t your fault...” Mr. Peterson came in then and shooed away the other newsies that had gathered. He knew better than to ask the Harlem leader to leave, so he just gave him a stern look and shut the door, carefully beginning to examining Kitten. Hawkeye paced the room slowly, thoughtfully. He stopped as his pacing brought him by her head and he knelt down, leaning a little closer than normal so Kitten could her him in her dazed state.

“Can ya remember what happened, Kit? Was it just the Delancey brothers who did this, or were there more? What did-…” Peterson waved a hand to shush him mid-sentence and Hawk looked at him angrily.

“One question at a time, kid, she’s pretty messed up.” Nodding, hawk calmed himself and waited for Kitten to answer.

[Kitten]

She listened to every word coming out of her leader's mouth and when Hawk was told to be quiet, she slowly begnad answering everything he asked.As he knelt down and got closer to her she focused on him, looking at him to attempt to keep her mind off of the pain.

"I remember bits and pieces Hawk....they just...cornered me cause I happened to call Morris a donkey's behind, next thing I knew I was cornered by both of 'em but I don't remember if more came or not, they hit me pretteh hard upside the head I think...t hurts like hell Hawk.."she winced slight as Peterson continued patching her up.She felt stupid for not being able to answer his questions more thoroughly.

She absently extended her hand toward him in search of some sort of comfort as she found his hand and absently took it squeezing his hand tightly in her own through her pain aand she closed her eyes attempting to focus on anything else tha would make the pain go away.She slowly started to let go of his hand as she realized what she was doing, she shouldn't be touching him, Hawk just wasn't that kind of guy but she didn't fully let go yet as Peterson happened to do something to one of her wounds that made it sting pretty bad and she whimpered and kept her hand over his.