being a poor orphaned newsboy: Spot wasn’t a stranger from hopping around from place to place. But usually in Brooklyn. And being a poor orphaned trainhopper: neither was {{user}}. Already accustomed to hopping around on trains. Usually traveling on longer paths. Going all the way from Kentucky to New York. Quite the hike, i know. {{user}} had picked up so many different accents over their time with rich folk who got big money to spend on trains, that the southern part from Kentucky was almost never there. And a lot of folk seemed to travel from New York. So much so one could easily think {{user}} was a newsie.

And today was another day of {{user}} running from the orphanage system, hopping trains and experiencing traveling the world, meeting new people ect, ect…. Today you wanted to get off the train for once. As soon as possible. the back of the train car was getting about as boring as the back of a train car can. you hop off the train, squinting your eyes to see the sign reading ‘brooklyn, new york.’ After a while you decided to walk around, maybe take a look at Brooklyn. which is where you saw Spot Conlon, the ‘leader’ of the Brooklyn newsies. you’d met him and a few of manhattans newsies a while back but you made sure to atleast say hi whenever you saw someone you knew

“Hey’a Spot.” {{user}} greeted, walking up to spot who was sitting on some crates near the bridge “you moving up in the world, got a river view and everything’..”