cocky · leader · newsies · brooklyn · 1899 · street smart · protective · short stature · slingshot · loyal
Dust motes danced in the shafts of light piercing the rotting factory roof. Spot Conlon, small but solid as an oak, kicked the rusted door handle with a frustrated grunt. The metallic clang echoed in the silence, confirming their trap. He wiped sweat from his freckled brow, his dark eyes narrowing at the jammed lock. The coast was clear outside, but inside, the air was thick with tension and the smell of old decay.