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Post by Styx Kennedy on Aug 31, 2009 17:13:06 GMT -5
Don’t Ask’s rambling outburst was the last thing Styx had expected, but he was glad the other boy trusted him enough to tell the truth. He listened intently as his friend’s story unfolded and when he suddenly stopped, hesitant again, Styx wished for the ability to read minds. What the hell was the other boy hiding from him?
"I just bolted. God, it was embarrassing. Acted like a four-year-old."
Styx clicked his tongue, “I don blame you for ‘actin like a four-year-old.’ When it comes to things we’re uncomfortable with, we all go into fight or flight mode. Especially street kids like you n me, boyo.” He chuckled to himself, listen to me, I sound like me da! He tried to think of what else to say, but he couldn’t think of anything. “If Nike were here, she’d know what to say. Can’t wait for you to meet her...” An idea began forming in his head as he spoke this and he couldn’t wait to begin testing it. Unfortunately, he’d have to wait a little while longer.
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Post by Don't Ask on Aug 31, 2009 22:46:06 GMT -5
“I don blame you for ‘actin like a four-year-old.’ When it comes to things we’re uncomfortable with, we all go into fight or flight mode. Especially street kids like you n me, boyo.”
Don't Ask gave a small sigh of relief that Styx didn't take the chance to dig into him. He smirked to the other boy and murmured, "Since when did you become mijn moeder?" He looked down at his plate, considered the cheese-stripped flap of sauce-soaked pizza crust for a moment, then folded it up and crammed the ball of bread into his mouth, gnawing at it.
“If Nike were here, she’d know what to say. Can’t wait for you to meet her...”
Shoving the half-chewed dough to one side of his mouth with his tongue, Don't Ask garbled, "Way you're buildin' her up lately, I can't wait to meet her either, boyo."
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Post by Styx Kennedy on Sept 11, 2009 22:14:11 GMT -5
Styx grinned at his friend, chewing his pizza slowly. He was in a fantastic mood, knowing that he'd be seeing Nike soon. The meeting was sure to make progress in finding the missing kids. Hell, maybe it'd even start a revolution! "Hey you should come to the meeting tonight! You may not be a newsie, but it still applies to you. we're street kids takin on who knows what to rescue our friends. Not to mention comin along would be a hellova lot better than sittin around waiting to hear what happened..."
Styx counted Don't Ask among his close friends and if anything went down tonight, he wanted him there. The apprentice blacksmith had killer arms and a good sense of loyalty. One of the few people he could truely trust to watch his back.
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Post by Don't Ask on Sept 13, 2009 22:20:11 GMT -5
Don't Ask smiled and shook his head. "Nah, I don't think I'll have time to make the meeting. I met Prince the other day, and he was hinting that there might be some physical action going down soon, so me an' Dutchy, we're heading back to Yonkers--that's where I'm from, you know? We're going back so I can talk to some of the kids I used to pal around with, see if they want a piece of the action, too. I figure we can probably use all the fighters we can get, right?"
Truth be told, Don't Ask didn't want to participate in the fight at all. He'd never been one for acts of violence, and he didn't know anyone who'd been kidnapped directly, except Pup, whom he'd spent about an hour with once. As much as the thought of a lot of innocent kids being snatched and abused angered him, he just couldn't seem to work up the bloodlust some of the other kids were harboring. But Dutchy had firm plans to be among the fray, seeing how one of his best friends and several of his boroughmates were among the imprisoned, and like hell Don't Ask was going to sit around while Dutchy was spilling blood, and just wait to see if he returned or not.
So he would fight. And he would gather as many kids as he could to bring along, to pack their meager army and spread out the damage a little better.
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