Where art thou?(JACK)

[Poet]

She was beginning to get worried, she had heard from a number of newsies that Jack had been missing in action for about a week or so and just this morning she recieved news he had returned. Her heart had raced and she had quickly gathered her things, brushed her hair and left her lodge house under Destiny's care so she could go and find out where Cowboy had been. It didn't take all that long to reach Manhattan and soon enough she was actually walking through the lodging house door. She didn't even have to ask anyone, she knew where he would be, she waved a small acknowledgement to Race and Kidblink who had been playing cards in the corner before she made her way up the staircase.

His door, not many passed its threshold, Poet was one of the few exceptions to this rule. She reached his door, her heart practically threatening to leap out of her chest as she brought her free hand to the door and knocked. Her other hand held a bag of things she had been meaning to bring him for some time. She awaited a response from the other side of the door as she now began playing with a strand of her hair with her free hand as she stared the door down as if she could make it open with her mind. "Jack? Ya in there? it's meh Poet!"

[/i] she hollered hoping if he was in his room that he would hear her, even if he was sleeping, hopefully it'd wake him.[/center]

[cowboy]

Where had he been, indeed? Not missing, well, not exactly. More like taking a personal vacation; playing a bit of hookie from his appointed rounds to do some thinking. Even the charming, talented leader of one of the largest newsie groups in New York had to get away some time, right? Besides, the other kids could get along with out him for a few days, couldn’t they? He hoped so. The last thing he wanted to do was to wake up to a mess he had to sort out.

No. Strike that. The last thing he wanted to do was wake up. Jack grunted comfortably into the worn feather pillow at the head of his bed, his loose brown hair falling haphazardly about his face, thoroughly mussed by a good night’s sleep. One that wasn’t over…yet. But one that was becoming increasingly threatened by what he thought was a knock on his bedroom door.

What was the point of having your own room if anyone could just barge in whenever they wanted? Particularly when you were enjoying some well-deserved shut eye. But maybe it was just a figment of his imagination. Maybe if he didn’t think about it too much, it would just go away, vanish back into the warm, dusty sunlight and cool breeze that made up the backdrop for the dream he had been enjoying. He rolled over and punched his pillow, readjusting it over his ear and trying to get more comfortable while still clinging to the coat tails of the dream, trying to bring it back.

It was then that Poet’s clear, melodic voice (though currently laced with impatience) rang through his closed door, shattering what little left he had managed to maintain of the dream world. He grumbled into the pillow and cocked one eye open for a moment, glaring at said pillow as though somehow it had something to do with it. It was no use. If Poet wanted in, she was going to stand there and keep pestering him until he complied, he knew it. “Mmhm…come in already!” He called back, only bothering to lift his head just enough so that his words were comprehensible. He then flopped his face promptly back down into its feathery cushion and shut his eyes again.

[Poet]

She could hear the slight irritation in his voice when he told her to come in and she sighed abit before pushing the door open and shutting it behind her once inside. She glanced over at him and chuckled softly, he looked so cute all bundled in bed, his hair a slight mess and his tone abit hazardous. She tilted her head and walked over to his desk sitting in the chair as she set her bag down on the desktop before she crossed her legs and faced him. She observed for a moment before speaking, she knew he must not have wanted to wake up, he was always having the best dreams and she knew that. "Sorreh I woke you up... jus' haven't heard from ya in awhile and rumor was spreadin' ya had taken off and jus' got back... ya know I can't manage my own borough knowin dat Jack Kelly disappearred," she teased him lightly as she reached over playfully nudging his shoulder.

She got up from her chair and walked over sitting at the foot of his bed as she looked at him and she smirked tickling the bottom of his feet,"I know ya missed meh Jack, come on we both know it, get up ya bum its time to open dem pretty eyes of yers and look at meh," she giggled as she looked at him with her own sparkling eyes, it was true, her soft spot always had been for Cowboy, and it probably always would be. She stopped tickling his feet and looked out the window waiting for him to talk or shift or anything as she fell back into her typical Poet thinking, when she thought it always made her seem sad, and yet nobody ever truly knew what she was thinking about or who.

[cowboy]

At first he didn’t move. He was still quite comfortable, and truthfully he was listening to what she was saying…sort of. Rumors…can’t manage…disappeared. It wasn’t anything new, or anything that he particularly planned to worry about. Poet could handle things just find on her own, regardless of his behavior, he was sure of it. He only wished she’d realize it every so often. Not that he didn’t like her company. On the contrary, she was one of the closest people to him. They’d known each other almost since Jack could remember, and frankly, there were few people he’d trust as much as she to hold her own and have his back when he needed it.

That did not, however, excuse the physical abuse he was now undergoing do to her (albeit playful) impatience. He merely grunted in response when she prodded his shoulder, not bothering to move or give further acknowledgement of her announcement that he had, in fact been, gone. However, the tickling was too much. At first his foot twitched absently and he pressed his face further into the pillow, trying to ignore it and, more importantly, not let her know that her tactic was becoming effective. It didn’t last long though, and he reflexively drew his feet up tight to his chest under the blanket as she giggled at him.

Though he tried to hide it, he smirked himself at her claim that he had missed her (it was true), and eventually gave in, rolling over sloppily and propping himself up on his elbows, half-open shirt askew, as he looked at her. He raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at her incredulously, though the hint of the smirk he had given his pillow still tugged at his lips. “You’re just lucky these eyes got something so pretty ta look at after ya woke me up.”

He regarded her a moment, noticing that she had gone all thoughtful again as she was wont to do, before speaking again. “So what brings this unexpected pleasure so early in the mornin’?” he asked, flopping back down but face up so he could watch her out of the corner of his eye. In actuality, Jack had no idea what time it was, but anytime he bothered to get up was close enough to morning for him.

[Poet]

Poet snapped out of her thoughts when he turned over and she smiled abit blushing lightly when he complimented her pretty much and she glanced over at the bag she had brought when he asked her what she was here for. "Well I wanted ta see ya and I brought ya some stuff,"

[/i] she said as she got up and walked over grabbing the bag before sitting back down at the end of the bed, this time sitting cross legged as she opened the bag and smiled over at him. She extracted things from the bag now, a pamphlet about the west, some cookies she had made folded up in a white bandanna, a journal and a few nick nacks. She handed him the cookies and the pamphlet first and she smiled pointing at the horses on the front "I saw it a few weeks ago and had to grab it for you it reminded me of you and I figured ya would like it, its got pictures of the west,"[/i] she told him as she nodded and looked down as her hair fell into her face, she hoped he would like it and she hoped he would like the cookies as well. She tended to come up with excuses to see him these days but she just liked his company.

She glanced at him through her hair as she bit her bottom lip,"So what are yer plans for the day Cowboy? anything fun and exciting?"[/i] she asked him, her eyes sparkling and lit up like an excited child's on christmas morning. She fidgetted with her hands in her lap as she looked back down, thinking of what else to say.

(sorry its abit short)[/center]