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Post by spot on Jul 22, 2009 19:57:05 GMT -5
It seemed for once that everyone was more or less on the same page. When it came right down to it, every last one of them had the same core priority: take care of their own.
Resting his elbows on the table and lacing his fingers, Spot nodded at Jack's suggestion. As trying as it would be to ensure every last newsie was taking the right percautions, it was the only way to keep something bad from becoming something worse.
"Right, well, everyone keep their ears open. I ain't suggesting anyone go lookin' for whoever's behind this, but the longer this drags on, the less likely our girls are comin' home."
He sighed, "Anythin' else? I don't mean to rush this along, but it's about time I get back to Brooklyn." The sooner he did, the better. At least everyone else at the table knew what damage had been done, what their losses were.
The fact of the matter was, his strongest would still be there--of that he was sure. And that was enough for the time being.
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Post by Dodger Samuels on Jul 23, 2009 16:06:37 GMT -5
Dodger smirked and got up, he knew how it went. "Honestly-- I say we go back to hour boroughs, organize our kids then think of a plan. Conlon's got a point, the longer they are gone the less of a chance we'll get em back. And I don't plan on that happenin. So, what we've got here mates is a chance of opportunity.." he smirked, Dodger hadn't always been a leader and he knew how to be sneaky and wheel and deal. He wasn't the Artful Dodger for nothing.
"We all got little nightingale's twittering in our ears-- I say we put our ears to the grind and we find out what we can find out. Then-- we meet back, send pairs of messengers or just each other. We've got to keep our lines of communication open and we have to be organized." he nodded and grabbed his hat from the table. "Send word with those we trust the most, we can't trust tip off anymore.. so we've got to find someone else.."
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Post by Prince on Jul 24, 2009 0:59:45 GMT -5
Prince nodded. Made good sense to her... and she could manage that. She was just glad that something had come out of the meeting, even if what was coming out of the meeting was Spot Conlon. Prince stood up as well matching Dodger. "Look for anything... question kids on if they hear anything... stay informed, keep eyes, and ears open." She was mostly talking to herself doing a recap in her head. "In the mean time... pairs or more." Manageable. Nothing else to discuss was there? No one had information, they were all in the same boat, and just wanted their kids back safe. It was doable. And she was determined to do what she could, as she was sure the others were too, but better to get started as soon as possible.
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Post by Danny Hughes on Jul 24, 2009 13:20:45 GMT -5
Danny glanced up at the leaders as they got up in turn, each seeming fairly confident in what he considered to be fairly ineffective ideas. He couldn't blame them, it wasn't as if he had any kind of master plan, he had just hoped, perhaps against his better judgment, that coming together they would have more information to work with. Keeping the focus on those who remained made the most sense, but Danny found his mind was continually focused on the lost.
He quickly sent the thoughts from his head and followed suit of those standing as the gathering came to a close. Even if they hadn't been able to gain any new information, at the very least Spot had returned, and that in itself lifted his spirits. The Brooklyn leader may be small, but he was never afraid of getting his hands dirty, and as time continued to pass with no word and no new information, Danny had an ever increasing feeling that they were dealing with some serious shit.
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Post by Jack Kelly on Aug 5, 2009 21:09:15 GMT -5
Jack studied the face of each of the leaders in turn. All four of them had perfected the art of not showing their emotions, and Jack wondered how many of them felt as helpless as he did without showing it. He knew there had to be more to be done to help his kids, and the ones from the other boroughs. He was always the man with the plan. He could always think of something. But now, he couldn't think of anything he felt was foolproof. Even if things didn't work out like he'd planned, at the beginning he'd always felt the high of invincibility. Now, he attempted to hide from the other leaders, who seemed so confident, the sick feeling of futility.
"Looks like we all got it," he said in a strong voice. "There ain't much we can do right now, but we go things started. And we'll get those kids back."
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