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Post by booster on Jun 3, 2008 1:16:07 GMT -5
Booster watched him go, laughing gently and then moving on to help the kids with whatever it was they decided to do next. That Zeke- he really needed to hang around for awhile and keep himself out of trouble. Or, at least, let his face heal up first!
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Post by Smalls on Jun 14, 2008 12:11:54 GMT -5
( New Day )
The dingy cupboard squeaked as it was pulled open, hanging crooked on its worn hinges. Smalls peered inside, finding nothing more than a fairly green slice of bread. Sighing, she shut the door with a slight bang, hopping up on the counter and pulling out a cigarette. She was tense, and it showed in her three shaky attempts to light her match.
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Post by spotconlon on Jun 14, 2008 21:51:02 GMT -5
"...Bad day?" Spot knew no one was around. Otherwise he never would have stepped up to her, wrapping his arms around his waist. He wouldn't have spoken first, but Smalls looked like she was in the mood where she would probably swing at his face first before talking. He hadn't been able to spend much time with her lately. He'd been busy, and he was the damn leader, but Smalls was his goil. So he was allowed to feel a bit caltricent about it.
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Post by Smalls on Jun 14, 2008 23:15:02 GMT -5
Having given up on the match, she tucked her cigarette back in her shirt pocket before even noticing Spot come in. At her height on the counter she was eye level with him, and yet her gaze was cast down slightly, avoiding his own. "Somethin' like that.." As his arms wrapped around her she squirmed slightly. She'd been on edge for days now, and it was obvious she wasn't about to relax.
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Post by spotconlon on Jun 14, 2008 23:22:47 GMT -5
Spot frowned, pulling his arms back, shoving them in his pockets. "Well whatcha got stuck up your ass, Charlotte?" He didn't normally use her real name, but her rebuff ticked him a bit. "I know I been busy, but ya know, burrough to run and all." He kept her jail stint out of the conversation. "Here." He tugged the cigarette out of her pocket, and lit it off his own cigarette, putting it in her mouth without a ton of care.
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Post by Smalls on Jun 14, 2008 23:40:52 GMT -5
Her eyes hardened as he spoke, all of the tension inside her turning to rage. Smacking his hand from her face and knocking the cigarette to the ground she dropped from her perch and crossed her arms over her chest, looking up at him. "Yeah? Well I don' give a shit what you've been doin'." She hadn't been upset with Spot, but his assumption that everything was about him just fueled her fire.
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Post by spotconlon on Jun 14, 2008 23:46:57 GMT -5
"Well fine, ya don't give a shit--" Spot didn't move, crossing his own arms. He wasn't going to back down to anyone. Even Smalls, especially when he hadn't done shit to deserve her little attiude. "--but ya aint got a right to cop an attitude wid me." He pointed at the door. "Spill what's makin' ya so damn pissed or get the hell out." He loved her, he loved her a lot. But he'd hit girls before, and he didn't want to stoop to that with her.
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Post by Smalls on Jun 14, 2008 23:57:20 GMT -5
Smalls stood unmoving in silence for a long moment before finally heaving a sigh, her intense gaze shifting downcast and her features softening slightly. She was just too exhausted. "Forget it." She bent over and picked up the still smoking cigarette (hell if she was going to let it go to waste) and headed for the door.
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Post by spotconlon on Jun 15, 2008 0:00:53 GMT -5
Spot sighed, debating in his head what to do. It wasn't normal for her to back down. "Hey.." He grabbed her arm lightly, before dropping it, so that she didn't think he was trying anything. "Really, what's wrong." He shook his head, pushing his cap off, tossing it on the table. "I ain't seen ya like this in a long time."
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Post by Smalls on Jun 15, 2008 0:12:10 GMT -5
She stopped walking when he'd grabbed her, turning around and leaning her back against the wall. She took a couple drags on her cigarette before speaking and kept her eyes on the ground. Not entirely sure what to say she quickly regretted getting herself into this situation. "I saw Goodwell the othah day, in Brooklyn.." Glancing up at him she shrugged. "I'm shore you've already hoid.."
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Post by spotconlon on Jun 17, 2008 15:45:04 GMT -5
Spot's face went through about three emotions, then picking tightly controlled rage. "Oh really..I hadn't heard." He gripped his cane tightly. "Mm. Think I should go out and find him. Beat some sense into him." He grinned painfully, heading for the door.
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Post by Smalls on Jun 17, 2008 16:03:56 GMT -5
Smalls just nodded, remaining against the wall and taking a long drag on her cigarette. She was glad that seemed to satisfy him, as she didn't want to get any further into it with him... not yet at least. There was only one person she knew she could trust that would understand. Pushing off the wall she followed him out-- she needed to find Lucky.
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Post by Smalls on Mar 26, 2009 12:58:42 GMT -5
( New Day )
A rhythmic thud could be heard coming from the kitchen, where Smalls sat up on the counter, tossing a ball against the opposite wall and listlessly catching it as it bounced back. Even as she continued in this manner, her eyes shifted to the small window to her left, looking out but not really seeing. With her mind wandering and her gaze focused elsewhere it was a wonder she managed to continue her little game at all, but she did, never once letting the ball drop.
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Post by Joe on Mar 26, 2009 14:17:51 GMT -5
"Palmah"
Joe had followed the thud noises coming from the Kitchen. It seemed reasonable seeing as he was hungry. He smoothly went between the ball and the wall as he made his way to the ice box. Taking a drag of his cigarette he offered to her as he stuck his head in to see what there was to eat.
"Missed ya." he commented.
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Post by Smalls on Mar 26, 2009 14:33:53 GMT -5
Catching the ball a last time she set it down beside her, taking a drag off the offered smoke and giving it back. "Joe." She said his name in greeting before picking up the ball and continuing her solitary game of catch. She hadn't seen her friend from Jersey in a while, but hell, she hadn't seen much of any her friends it seemed. "Good sellin'?" It wasn't a real question, just something that became a habit for newsies to ask one another. Her gaze remained unfocused as she stared at the wall, seeming to almost completely forget his presence.
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