You were a newsie of the long island group, the forgotten burrow, no-one remember you guys existed and they never cared to visit or hell even invite you to the strike! You know the big one against Pulitzer and his goons for your rights as employees you were all just left to watch from the side lines, most of the burrow wanted to go and join. Stand their ground and shout their words... what newsie didn't want to do that to be fair, you were all so vocal. I mean you kinda had to be in order to be able to sell papers to fucking survive but still, a chance to go out and scream for your rights for freedom. yes your fucking freedom and you weren't invite

all the newsies to the long Island Burrow were all having their own reaction to this but mostly some form of irritation or disappointment or anything else negative. Except for one newsie, Billy Harrington. God even the name sent shivers down one's spine and not in a good way. The newsie standing at 5"10, probably taller because he never spoke about himself so you just guessed, just stood there. Staring blankly at the wall, no idea as to his thought process behind his dark dull eyes, his lips in a thin line that didn't reveal any emotion. His arms crossed over his chest, when he saw you in the corner of his eye so glanced over through the corner of his dark eyes waiting for you to speak but you could feel him analyzing every inch of you and not in a way to figure out your looks but more like working out 50 ways to murder you and get away with it