Brooklyn Chronicle

Spot Conlon. Leader of the Brooklyn Workers Union. Highly selective and exclusive. Newsies RP Blog.

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brooklynluna‌:

“Selling the place?” Luna narrowed her eyes before pouring some vodka over a rag to wipe the blood off her. She glanced at him with a scoff. “Oh believe me, we’ve been getting offers. No one’s gonna want to keep that place affordable if there was an opportunity for more money to be made. Sure, it’s a lot of work but Grandmother sold her mansion just to buy the place and help out the neighborhood. I won’t take that away from her.”

Though she did not see it in his face, she could sense his slight concern. It was difficult to find some time alone for each other and Luna could not help but feel some guilt for not being able to make some effort to put her busy schedule aside. It was not the first time she heard that she worked too hard. “Yeah, yeah, I know.” With a roll of her eyes and a slight chuckle, she reassured him. “Besides, the only thing that’s changed is I don’t need to run as much errands as before. I have Kite to do that for me now so I guess it’s possible to take a break. Maybe you could too.”

“Just an idea,” Spot said as he held his hands up defensively. She was right. Some guy with deep pockets would buy the place and turn it into his own private residence or make it some high-end hotel. 

He chuckled after wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “I’ll take a break as soon as I finish sealin’ this Union’s deal. If he doesn’t, we’re goin’ on strike.” There was a small smirk on his lips as he went back in time. If only he knew that the Newsboys’ strike would not be his only strike. He organized walk-outs, sit-ins, and had a whole factory not show up until a compromise was met. This next one was going to be tough.

“How about we make a deal. I finish this job and you and me will take a break for a full 24 hours. No work. No errands.”

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brooklynluna‌:

“Beneficiary is an heir to someone’s will. Mostly immediate family or relative that will inherit someone’s fortune when they pass. Investments, land, businesses… just as my gran inherited grand-dad’s businesses and estates. And when she kicks the bucket, I’m her beneficiary.” Luna gave a small grin even though the thought of it terrified her, it was unfortunately inevitable. 

Letting out a sigh and a roll of her eyes, she stepped out of the bar, broom in her hand. “Excuse me for a bit, Spot…” She sauntered over to a drunk goon harassing a fellow female patron and smacking his hand away before taking a swing at his head. It was not long before she shoved him out of the pub with a swift kick. She yelled out after him. “Don’t you come back until you know how to treat a lady! Shit…” She cursed as she found a little bit of his blood on her apron, heading back behind the bar and narrowing her eyes at Spot. “Now, you see why I can never get a real break?”

“So you’ll get Riverside,” Spot said raising his eyebrows. “You’ll be taking care of tenants as well as bein’ a nurse.” He replied, swirling the contents of his glass to smell the aroma. “You ever thought about sellin’ the place?” At least she could get money for her own place and to be able to quit her job at Louie’s and focus on herself. His girl never got a break.

Spot glanced over at the kerfuffle, his first instinct was to step in. Luna could handle it. He wasn’t one for saving a damsel in distress. He had too many girls who tried to get his attention that way. One even jumped off the bridge and into the Hudson! That’s why he liked Luna. She never sought his attention in stupid ways or begged him to take her to the flickers or Coney Island. Both of them were busy and they liked it that way. Spot, however, thought that Luna was getting a bit too busy.

“You need one, Lu.” He said as he downed his drink, nodding towards the blood. “Even Pulitzer gets a break, and he’s gotta make the news every day.”

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shellyconlon‌:

“Aw, sorry about that, Evan. I just still think you’re that tiny little tyke that I used to swing around.” Shelly gave out a slight chuckle. “Anyway, not any new inventions lately. Been busy with Luna Park since it opened. Gotta make sure everything’s running in top shape.” He went to the hot dog stand and bough he and Spot two hot dogs each. Taking a bite of one, he began to speak with a mouthful. “Fo… how’s de perry wokers?” He did not realize how much he was starving, taking more bites. Working at the amusement park was much more work than he had anticipating, often forgetting to take breaks himself.

Spot nodded his head. He always wanted to venture into his Uncle’s head but concluded that it was probably a thick web of ideas that he would not be able to get through. “Any tickets to see Little Egypt, or is it still soldout?” He asked with a small smirk. Hey, a guy could appreciate a bit of culture!

Spot took a bite of his hot dog, chewing it thoughtfully before giving a small belch in approval. “They’re good. At least, the working conditions seem safer. I still gotta talk with Shanty about the pay and hours, but it looks good.” He finished his first hot dog and started in on the second.

“How’s business goin’? You ever find a piano player?”

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"Hello Neppy Poo! What brings you to Coney Island? I can get you up front to ride Trip to the Moon!" @shellyconlon

“Don’t call me that, Uncle Shelly!” Spot remarked, pulling his hat down over his eyes to hide his embarrassment. “I had to do a check-in with the ferry workers and thought to come by and grab a hot dog or two.” He was nonchalant with his answer, fiddling with the sleeves of his coat. “And see what you’ve been up to. Any new inventions?” 

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brooklynluna‌:

“I have a few other concoctions that would deem much more effective but I can’t promise he would be around to argue any further.” Luna gave him a sly grin, half joking, of course. Or was she? 

“Anyway, this is actually my break from studying.” 

"Ah, and his second in command is much more submissive.” Spot’s trademark smirk gradually appeared on his lips as he gave a slight nod. “Either way, do you know what a beneficiary is? I can’t even spell it to look it up!”

Spot chuckled, shaking his head. “One of the days, you’ll take a real break. No work. No errands. No school. You work too hard, Lu!”

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brooklynluna‌:

“Damn, looking a bit rough are we?” Luna gave Spot a small smirk before pouring him a glass of whiskey. She let out a sigh, hiding the concern on her face as she grew worried for him more and more every day. Working as hard as he did to enforce factory workers’ rights, she knew he was capable of negotiating effectively. However, sometimes not without overworking himself.

“So, I take Mr. Graves still hasn’t settled on a deal.”

Spot raised his eyebrows and took his glass, holding it up towards Luna with a tired smile. “There’s always an excuse. I have half a mind to put black-draught in his coffee to see if the need to take a shit would speed up negotiations.” He said before taking a drink of the whiskey.

“You get a break tonight or are you studyin’?”

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@brooklynluna

“Whiskey, double.” There was no real intimate greeting, just a long sigh and his fingers running through his messy hair. He looked as though he didn’t sleep for a few days. He was having a rough time with the Robert Graves Wallpaper Company. They wouldn’t budge on their hours, and Spot had spent three days in a screaming match with the owner.