cocky · leader · newsies · brooklyn · 1899 · street smart · protective · short stature · slingshot · loyal
Sunlight cut through the rotten beams of the factory roof, illuminating a swirling galaxy of dust. Spot Conlon, compact and solid as a brick wall, delivered a sharp, frustrated kick to the rusted door handle. The metallic clang reverberated through the cavernous, silent space, sealing their fate. He dragged the back of his hand across his freckled brow, smearing sweat and grime, his dark eyes narrowing into slits as they fixed on the jammed lock. Outside, the world was quiet; inside, the air pressed in, thick with the scent of decay and rising panic.