I See Everything

mischief-lorelli:

farsightmalone:

Farsight grinned and raised his eyebrows at her. Tipping his hat, he raised an imaginary glass, “Thank you, it’s very much appreciated.” Taking another drag, he reached down to the stack of newspapers he’d set beside him and took one, then offered to it her.

Mischief held…

"Probably, but I’m feelin too lazy to find a group a girls, don’t feel like being stated at right now," Farsight said as he put the paper back with the others and took one last drag before putting the cigarette out on the sidewalk.

mischief-lorelli:

farsightmalone:

Farsight took the cigarette and searches his pockets for a match. He found one and lit up, taking a drag before looking at her. He stuck the cigarette in his mouth and let it hang, taking light drags an blowing the smoke out his nose. “If you mean dead tired then you’re correct, miss. This heat is killin me.” Turning completely around on the curb, he crossed his legs and tested his cheek in his hand.

Mischief sat down on the curb next to him. “I would get you some water but ours hasn’t been fixed yet.” She said before covering her mouth and yawning. “It’s the thought that counts…so just pretend I gave you a cold glass of water to cool you down.” 

Farsight grinned and raised his eyebrows at her. Tipping his hat, he raised an imaginary glass, “Thank you, it’s very much appreciated.” Taking another drag, he reached down to the stack of newspapers he’d set beside him and took one, then offered to it her.

mischief-lorelli:

farsightmalone:

Farsight walked down the street, selling papes lazily without much enthusiasm. The heat was getting to him and made him tired. Deciding to sit down somewhere, Farsight looked around till he saw a dark-haired girl having a smoke. He walked over to her and sat down on the street curb. Turning around to face her, he asked, “Mind if I bum a cigarette?”

Mischief pulled out a small box from her satchel and took out a cigarette. She held it out to him and cocked her head to the side. “You look how I feel.” Mischief replied cocking an eyebrow and looking him over curiously. He looked familiar to her, but she couldn’t put a finger on it.

Farsight took the cigarette and searches his pockets for a match. He found one and lit up, taking a drag before looking at her. He stuck the cigarette in his mouth and let it hang, taking light drags an blowing the smoke out his nose. “If you mean dead tired then you’re correct, miss. This heat is killin me.” Turning completely around on the curb, he crossed his legs and tested his cheek in his hand.

mischief-lorelli:

She slumped on the front steps of the candy store. Wisps of black hair escaped the braid that went down the back. Her tired blue eyes looked into the street as she wiped her flushed face with a handkerchief. It was a long day for Mischief as she wasn’t allowed to leave the store until it was…

Farsight walked down the street, selling papes lazily without much enthusiasm. The heat was getting to him and made him tired. Deciding to sit down somewhere, Farsight looked around till he saw a dark-haired girl having a smoke. He walked over to her and sat down on the street curb. Turning around to face her, he asked, “Mind if I bum a cigarette?”

Farsight sat on the rooftop of a random building near the border of Queens. He was tired, and needed a cigarette to help stop his thoughts from racing. Pulling one out of his pocket and lighting up, Farsight inhaled deeply before blowing the smoke out his nose. Leaning his head back, he looked up at the stars and thought back to the day’s earlier events that had set him on edge.

****

"Derek, long time no see." The tall boy turned at the sound of his name and saw the one person he’d never thought he would run into after he left the orphanage.

"Damon," Farsight went over and embraced his old friend with a small quirk of the lips, "I always wondered what had happened to you after we got out, where’ve you been all this time?"

Damon, a short boy who was a few years younger than Farsight, had always had a knack for sticking his nose in business that wasn’t his, which always came back to bite him. Farsight remembered the times he’d had to fix whatever problem Damon had gotten himself into, or stop him from getting beaten to a pulp. 

"I’ve been here and there," Damon shrugged, "I wandered around a lot, doin the odd job to make what money I could.."

Sensing that Damon was going somewhere with this, Farsight narrowed his eyes and asked, “What kind of jobs?”

Watching his friend squirm slightly, Farsight got a bad feeling in his stomach.

"Y’know, shining shoes, sweeping shops, and ah..me most recent adventure: smugglin stuff outta the country for some big shot business guys." Damon gave a little quirk of the lips in a attempt to smile, but it failed.

"What kind of..stuff are we talkin about here, Damon?"

"Um..things like," there was a small pause before, "girls."

Farsight furrowed his eyebrows. “Girls?”

Damon shifted, looking uncomfortable as he glanced around and nodded. “Yeah..like y’know, young girls that ain’t got no one to miss em. They get taken to places far away from here to work..like far away prostitutes.”

"Why are ya telling me this?" Farsight questioned, before seeing the look on Damon’s face, then he understand and immediately shook his head. "No, oh no. You can’t be serious. No. I can’t get ya outta trouble this time."

"But Derek, why not? You always helped me out of messes before!"

"Yeah, when we were kids," Farsight snapped, "but this is bigger than just you mouthin off to the wrong kid in an orphanage. This is you fuckin up with the big shots who ain’t afraid ta throw your body in the river."

Damon looked at him pleadingly and asked, “Derek..please. These guys are a small branch of the mafia. If the police don’t arrest me at some point for gettin caught, they’ll find me and do me in themselves.”

It weighed heavily on his heart, but Farsight shook his head anyway. “I can’t. I ain’t gonna get involved with this. Spot will kill me if he was ta find out, or worse, he’d kick me outta Brooklyn. I’m sorry, but you’re gonna have ta get yerself out of this mess. This is the one mess I can’t clean up.”

Farsight watched with a frown as his friend, who was so young, had so many other choices, hung his head and walked away. Squaring his shoulders in resignation, Farsight turned around to try and continue selling, but found he couldn’t concentrate. He looked down at the papes he had left, but coudln’t focus enough to even read the headlines. With a sigh, he threw the last of his papers down and walked away.

****

Feeling the tension creep into his body again, Farsight let out a growl of frustration and stood up to find a way to relieve it. Climbing down from the building, Farsight stalked down alley after alley, looking for a fight.

newsiesrpg:

Derek “Farsight” Malone | 17 | Newsie/second-in-command to Ghost | Brooklyn | FC: Tyler Hoechlin | PB: Arti

The tall, strong, and mysterious Derek, or better known as Farsight, was born and raised in Brooklyn; a true New Yorker. Living on the streets most of his life, Farsight can only remember back to when he was 9, when he ran away from an orphanage. As he got older, Farsight eventually took up a career as a fighter, quickly becoming the best in Brooklyn. Being known for that made him a friend of the newsies, and he eventually joined them in selling when he was 14. The leader at the time asked Farsight to become a bird, and he took up the post with grim determination. Until Ghost came along, there hadn’t been a leader for the flock, and he was grateful when she joined.

newsiesrpg:

Derek “Farsight” Malone | 17 | Newsie/second-in-command to Ghost | Brooklyn | FC: Tyler Hoechlin | PB: Arti

The tall, strong, and mysterious Derek, or better known as Farsight, was born and raised in Brooklyn; a true New Yorker. Living on the streets most of his life, Farsight can only remember back to when he was 9, when he ran away from an orphanage. As he got older, Farsight eventually took up a career as a fighter, quickly becoming the best in Brooklyn. Being known for that made him a friend of the newsies, and he eventually joined them in selling when he was 14. The leader at the time asked Farsight to become a bird, and he took up the post with grim determination. Until Ghost came along, there hadn’t been a leader for the flock, and he was grateful when she joined.

AND NO ONE TOLD ME!?!?

Er..I guess not? I figured someone woulda. And here I thought you were ignoring me.

Can I assume that you're dead? If you are, I'm going to have to know where your tombstone is so I can weep over it and wear black the rest of my life.

I’m not dead, Mis. Been trainin and fighting, only at my last match I got jumped on the way home after, by a group of drunks. I been on bed rest for a few days now..I got a few broken ribs and my ankle is twisted.

mischief-lorelli:

farsightmalone:

mischief-lorelli:

farsightmalone:

“Of course, who else would I show off for?” Farsight chuckled.

“Bull?” Mischief said with a laugh as she put his arms around her tighter.

Farsight laughed, “I’d rather it was you though.” He dipped his head and kissed her again.

“So, I would be kind of a motivational object?” Mischief said with a grin while playing with his hands. Another round of amateur fireworks set off. “I think I can handle that.”

"Good ta hear." Farsight said as he watched the sky and held her closer.

mischief-lorelli:

farsightmalone:

“Of course, who else would I show off for?” Farsight chuckled.

“Bull?” Mischief said with a laugh as she put his arms around her tighter.

Farsight laughed, “I’d rather it was you though.” He dipped his head and kissed her again.