I Ain't Got Nobody (c)

[Skittery]

Skittery had looked everywhere for Script. Well, everywhere he could think of, meaning all over the Duane Street area and that restaurant in Spanish Harlem. The waitress working there hadn't seen her, or at least hadn't seen a girl like the one he described. It had been almost a week now, and he was desperate. So he sought out Goblin. Like I said. Desperate.

He leaned against the door of the bunk room where Goblin was now. "I need your help," he said begrudgingly. He reached his hand into his pocket to hold onto Script's note. He was doing this for her. To get her back.

[Script]

((Oh, he is not gonna like that note... :/ ))

[Goblin]

"Do you know where her dad lives?" Goblin demanded, stopping halfway to the door. He'd already been out all night with Cav, looking for Script. They'd probably asked everyone in Manhattan about her. No luck. He'd only come home to change his clothes and was all set to head out again, even though he had no more leads than he did last night.

[Skittery]

"No," he replied, brow furrowed and annoyed. "I woulda looked there if I had. Don't you know?"

[Goblin]

"No, I don't know! She never said! Maybe if you hadn't left her crying on the couch, she wouldn't even be missing!" Maybe he hadn't hated Skittery before, but he certainly did now. Plus, he hadn't exactly had the greatest last few days.

[Skittery]

"Yeah, well at least I didn't leave her at the refuge to be taken by some sick fucker," he retorted, his fist clenching around the note still in his pocket.

[Goblin]

"I didn't leave her--" he started angrily, then realized they were just wasting time right now. "What did the note say? Anything remotely useful?"

[Skittery]

"Nothing that'll help us find her," he replied, his hold on the note tightening even further. The note had been for him, and he wanted to keep it for himself. "I tried looking through the ledger to see if she ever put an address or something, but I couldn't find anything. And Kloppman's no help, a'course."

[Goblin]

((I love how no one ever sees Kloppman, haha.))

"And finding a Martin family in New York is a needle-in-a-haystack kind of deal," he muttered. For two people madly in love with the same girl, they were failing really hard at tracking her down. He leaned against the wall to think. And he had an idea. One that really should have been obvious from the beginning. There was actually a horrible kind of poetic justice about it. "I know who'd have her address in their records," he said, looking at Skittery to see if he'd catch on.

[Skittery]

Their records? Skittery's brow furrowed as he thought, but it didn't take long to catch on. "Her old school, y'mean?"

[Goblin]

"Well, that too, I guess, but unless you've got a way to get to Boston...I was thinking of the Refuge."

[Skittery]

Oh, well, of course he would think of the Refuge. That's what he was known for in the newsie world. "Fine, let's go then." He turned and headed down the stairs, not waiting for Goblin to catch up.

[Goblin]

Goblin didn't bother trying to catch up; this was going to be a multipurpose trip for him, and he had to get ready. First he reached under his pillow, pulled out a tiny bottle, and stuck it in his pocket. Then he followed Skittery downstairs and looked around for Cav. He didn't exactly serve a purpose in this particular stage of the plan, but Goblin knew damn well he wouldn't want to miss a chance to see Footsteps.

[Cavalier]

Cav was lounging around in the lobby, shuffling a deck of cards idly, when he saw a grumpy looking Skittery descend the stairs. He didn't react until he saw Goblin come down behind him, and he sat up, arching a brow. "You two hangin' out now?" No, that wasn't weird or anything.

[Goblin]

Goblin snorted. "Strictly business. We need to get Script's file from the Refuge. You coming?"