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Post by Administrator on Sept 10, 2009 21:57:31 GMT -5
A hill near the edge of the workhouse, it heads down? You can hide here they can't see you.
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Post by calico on Sept 14, 2009 17:16:22 GMT -5
Calico had found a place to put Buttons and ran his hand over his hair as he watched the first wave head over. Brooklyn, he had to shake his head before he headed into the fray. He was the strong quiet type, but was caught off guard by one of the many guards that came out of the place. That amazed him really as he reached around and grabbed the man's face, slamming it into one of the trees. He'd gotten this far and he wasn't getting any father.
There was bitterness and anger in his eyes, where was Nike? But the truth they were there for all of them. Sure some where there for a few kids but the reality was that they had come here to free all of them. He was sure not all of the kids stuck in that place were newsies alone. And he wasn't backing down.
Saying nothing he punched the man in the side before smacking his head into the tree again and letting him fall. He was just glad Buttons wasn't here and was safe, didn't have to see him with blood on his hands. When had that little kid started to matter?
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Post by Smalls on Sept 14, 2009 23:34:21 GMT -5
Smalls had originally been with her Brooklyn cohorts when she arrived, but they had all quickly dispersed, having an abundance of overconfidence that though dangerous, could be vital to the group's success. For her part Smalls was playing a game of distraction, attempting to engage with the men guarding the building to allow entrance for her companions.
Though many of the men were armed the one pursuing the small blond was not, assuming his size and force would easily overtake her. Once she had drawn him a satisfactory distance from the warehouse (having initially caught his attention with a swift kick in the ass) she slowed her pace, smirking as she approached the familiar Queens boy. As she glanced down at the unconscious form at his feet she raised her eyebrows, nodding in approval. Not bad for a Queens boy.
Stiffening suddenly she glanced to the side without turning from Calico, listening intently at fast approaching footsteps behind her. Waiting until the last second, until the guard was almost on top of her, she suddenly spun, crouching low and sending the man flying over her and onto his back. Heaving a sigh she dusted herself off, looking over at his prostrate form and narrowing her eyes as she pulled the switchblade out of her back pocket, approaching him with an eerie calm. As she bent down beside him she gently slid the cool blade along his neck, pulling him up by the collar to speak into his ear. "Don't. Fuck. With newsies."
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Post by calico on Sept 14, 2009 23:41:27 GMT -5
Calico had to watch the girl in fascination, well what the hell, she was a Brooklyn girl if anything at all. Another guard had followed them and he grabbed the man by the throat from behind her back and slammed him into a near by tree, his eyes serious and dark before he used the palm of his hand to smack the man's nose hard enough to either knock him out of kill him. Calico really didn't care.
He dropped him onto the additional body and moved past Smalls, nodding towards the battle field. More fun out there yeah? His eyes flashed as he grabbed the gun from one of the men that lay there and he nudged the other to pick up any other weapons before he tossed a club that one was carrying to Smalls. Before he straightened and jumped right back out into the fray. Maybe having the petite blond at his back wouldn't hurt.
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Post by Smalls on Sept 17, 2009 21:10:06 GMT -5
Smalls smirked up at Calico, Pulling back her knife from the trembling man beneath her and spitting on his face before catching the club from Calico, using to to ensure she left the man unconscious. Things appeared to be slowing down as she looked out toward the workhouse, and it looked as if some newsies had made it inside. With a small nod she stepped forward, following behind Calico as they made their way to help the others.
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Post by mittens on Sept 18, 2009 18:40:31 GMT -5
Mittens ducked down the hill to catch her breath, god this ass hole wouldn't leave her alone. Mittens clenched the knife in her pocket when he came closer.
"Here, kitty kitty, here..."
Translate that into english and it becomes, 'let me rape you.' God this guy was nuts though! Mittens silently shuffled to the other side of the hill. Maybe if she caught him off gaurd, she could get a shot at his back...
"Here kitty"
Mittens rolled her eye, "Over here!" She called over then gagged. She knew what he was thinking to... Rape then kill, rape then kill. Mittens snuck around a tree as he came to the spot where she was standing.
"Where are you? You know I dont like hide and seek very mu..."
She stuck the knife in his butt, "Ya well me nietha" Mittens walked away from the man screaming, 'My ass! Oh my ass" He probably would die, but this guy probably would get over the whole concept of his ass getting stabbed any time soon, even if he wasn't gonna die. On the other hand niether would Flip...
"Well that was a waste of time" She said aloud, "Now ta some more important thangs, like savin' those newsies"
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