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Post by Smarty Jones on May 22, 2009 20:16:40 GMT -5
"Nah. Me mum was a wonderful lady and you can take that to the back.."
"Pity about the son," she snapped, and turned herself sharply in an attempt to get loose. She never went down with so little dignity--probably because no other boy she'd ever fought was intent on having her around. Most of them wanted her gone.
"Aye! Now stop thrashin about.. I haven't hurt you... you hurt me might I add. You've got a hell of a punch.."
"You wait till I get out of this, you fink! Then you'll see how I can punch..." She thought about trying to stand, but her legs were in a position that made that impossible without moving the rest of her body closer to the boy--the very last thing she wanted.
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Post by soothsayer on May 22, 2009 20:21:03 GMT -5
He just smiled, she was in her right to complain. "My mum was a pinnacle of lady hood... and she boxed my ears a time or two.." looked around them for a moment, not worried about her mood even though he should be.
"You wait till I get out of this, you fink! Then you'll see how I can punch..."
"You think a couple black eyes really bothers me?" he asked before he shrugged. "The name is James by the way..."
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Post by Smarty Jones on May 22, 2009 20:26:00 GMT -5
"My mum was a pinnacle of lady hood... and she boxed my ears a time or two.."
Why did she want to hear his life story? She slowed her struggling for a moment to look him squarely in the eye. "What the hell do you want with me? Let me go or I will kill you, I swear!"
"You think a couple black eyes really bothers me? The name is James by the way..."
So now he was exchanging pleasnatries? Smarty knew he was just trying to get her mad. If she continued struggling, he would have succeeded. But if she stopped, or asked nicely, or whatever else, she would have lost. She didn't know which was worse. "I don't care what your name is!" she snapped. "Let. Me. Go!"
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Post by soothsayer on May 22, 2009 20:30:02 GMT -5
"I don't care what your name is!" she snapped. "Let. Me. Go!"
"What is it about you Brooklyn Girls that makes you so tough? Thinkin that you can take on the world with just your fists and dying young ain't going to matter?" he was curious and he held onto her for a moment longer before he shifted and pushed her away, far enough that he could stop her from hitting him again. When he stood up, he wasn't playing.
"Go back to Brooklyn.." he nodded in that direction. He did that, changed as he was thinking. Maybe he saw something about her future, or maybe he just didn't like where the conversation was going. "Don't try to hit me again, alright?" if she did he'd pin her again.
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Post by Smarty Jones on May 22, 2009 20:39:40 GMT -5
"What is it about you Brooklyn Girls that makes you so tough? Thinkin that you can take on the world with just your fists and dying young ain't going to matter?"
Smarty stopped fighting and listened. Her brow furrowed. Who was he, acting like he knew everything? How did he know what she was thinking? He didn't know her, he didn't know what she was like! Suddenly, he released her, and she scrambled to her feet, breathing hard. She racked her brain for something to say, but she was stunned to silence by the possibility this boy might be right.
"Go back to Brooklyn...Don't try to hit me again, alright?"
She stood there for a moment, not moving, debating whether to attack him again or just leave him. His previous words echoed painfully in her mind, and she cast her eyes down to the ground for a brief moment, chagrined and defeated, but also exposed. No one had ever wondered why about her before--they always thought she was just Another One. Another newsgirl, another screwup, another tomboy. It embarrassed her, and she was ashamed of her embarrassment. She looked at James with fire in her eyes, spat on his shoe, and took off.
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Post by soothsayer on May 22, 2009 20:44:43 GMT -5
He watched her go, shoving hsi hands into his pockets as Calico came up beside him. Rarely one without the other. It was how they did things. He smirked a little. "You know man, I think I'm in love with that girl.."
"I think you're mad," Calico responded.
"She deserves better then to be teased about kisses, ya know?" he lifted a brow at his friend and turned to head away from the track. "A lot better.."
Calico paused and looked at his friend, "You're really serious..."
"For once huh?" he grinned a bit and started walking. "She deserves better than I can give her right now, and I don't even know her name.."
"Lets just go home.."
"Where's that, Thom?"
"Where ever we end up," Thom replied as he shoved his hands in his pockets and continued on his way. "You're going to find out her name aren't you.."
"They don't call me Soothsayer for nothing.." he responded, falling into step. He made a promise to himself and to that girl. He'd show her better, that she didn't have to die young and fight the world.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Aug 20, 2009 8:39:11 GMT -5
New Day Fighter strode up to the betting booth, slamming down a couple of dollars of her hard earned money and telling the bookie which horse she was betting on to win. It had been a hell'uva day and she hadn't been to the tracks in what seemed like ages. So here she was wasting what little money she had so that she could blow off some steam. Usually she'd head to the boxing ring but for some reason on this day every year she just couldn't bring herself to go there. It had been years since her uncles death, but it still haunted her at this time of the year. She just needed to clear her mind and get drunk. That usually made the day go by a lot faster. |
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Post by Zeke Cooper on Aug 25, 2009 15:40:06 GMT -5
"You're not normally a gambler like this Fight," Zeke was smoking as he leaned against the wall. He'd been on his way to the flame of the week but alas he hadn't made it that far though he tried. He reached over and ruffled her hair, tugging her way from the betting booth when she got her ticket and offered her his smoke. "What's going on?"
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Aug 25, 2009 15:53:13 GMT -5
Fighter gladly took the cigarette and inhaled deeply before looking him in the eye, "Eh.." With a shrug Fight took another drag before handing it back to Zeke. "Just a little worked up. Figured it'd be a good way to relax, plus I didn't feel like hiking all the way to Manhattan to watch a fight." Giving Zeke her patent smirk she hailed one of the guys selling beers and grabbed a couple from him holding one out to Zeke.
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Post by Zeke Cooper on Aug 25, 2009 15:59:25 GMT -5
He took the beer and smirked, a woman after his own heart. He draped his arm across her shoulders and steered her towards the track, might as well see if she won. "A bit? Well I left Lucky in the care of some bloke from the Bronx she seemed to like.." he shrugged. "Was on my way to take care of some things.. and here you are so my plans changed it seems.."
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Aug 25, 2009 16:08:22 GMT -5
Fight laughed a bit because she could figure what his plans entailed. "I dragged some kid here with me, he's wondering around here somewhere if you need to go." Of course, she didn't really want him to go especially since she knew he would probably be going to some other girl but she still wasn't ready to admit her feelings, even to herself. Sure she'd admitted a long time ago that Zeke had a hell'uva nice body but she wasn't going to admit to liking him any more than that.
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Post by Zeke Cooper on Aug 25, 2009 19:40:58 GMT -5
He smirked and looked down at her, tugging on one of her curls before turning to watch the race, "Well my girl, I think I'd rather spend some time with you at the moment. You've been pretty scarce at the lodgin house when I've been around.."
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Aug 26, 2009 12:30:50 GMT -5
Fighter smirked and turned her head to watch the race as well, she desperately needed her horse to win. "You've been at the house? Didn't notice..." Her voice was of course laced with joking sarcasm.
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Post by Zeke Cooper on Aug 26, 2009 13:30:47 GMT -5
He had to laugh and shook his head, "Well I'm sorry my presence is of no nevermind to you.. " he watched the race and lifted his arm from her shoulders, folding his arms as he settled on the races. He hadn't put any money down here since he had a fight soon.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Aug 26, 2009 13:50:10 GMT -5
Fighter smirked at his comment and tugged on his shirt a bit. It was of more importance to her than he thought but she couldn't let that on, it wasn't in her nature to be an easy catch. As the race began to reach the end Fighter leaned forward over the railing trying to see where her horse was at. "You son of a bitch pull up to the front!" Although she didn't yell it, her tone was loud enough that a few people turned to give her dirty looks and she gave them an even dirtier one in return.
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