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Post by Administrator on Jul 22, 2007 12:11:37 GMT -5
Come wait in line or just hang out
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Post by morrisdelancey on Jun 8, 2008 13:54:32 GMT -5
Morris scowled as he pushed the large broom down the ramp. His uncle had been in a foul mood earlier and with nephews who only fuel anger by talking back and muttering curses, Morris and his brother were left with cleaning duty. Of course, Morris never took work like this seriously, and did a half ass job of it. Cleaning was beneath him, and he only hoped none of those rotten newsboys would see him.
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Post by les on Jun 8, 2008 17:07:53 GMT -5
Les was trying to outrun Slider, a Newsie who was a little bit older then him. Once Les reached the Distribution Center, he noticed no one was chasing him anymore. He was about to leave when he heard someone scowl. He turned around and said "Heya Morris, you doin' dirty woik huh? How'd you get in trouble dis time?" Les started laughing so hard he fell down. Morris gave him a dirty look. Les stood up and stuck out his tongue.
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Post by morrisdelancey on Jun 8, 2008 22:13:00 GMT -5
((Just a side note, you can't really say "Morris gave him a dirty look" because you can only control your character  ) Morris growled, throwing the broom down and taking a few menacing steps toward the annoying little brother of David Jacobs. "You gotta death wish boy?" He had no problem beating up children, in fact, he often preferred it. |
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Post by les on Jun 9, 2008 14:33:36 GMT -5
"You got a death wish boy?" He heard Morris ask. "Haha, yeah Morris, I would love to die. Just watch out, Cowboy will get you." Les smirked at Morris and walked out of the Distribution Center.
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Post by morrisdelancey on Jun 9, 2008 14:59:38 GMT -5
Morris jumped forward, easily catching up to the small kid. Pulling Les' shirt from behind he grabbed his collar, slamming his back against the wall. Bringing his face inches from the smalls boy''s he grinned evilly. "I don't see your cowboy kid," He pulled him from the wall, throwing him roughly to the ground.
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Post by les on Jun 9, 2008 15:13:40 GMT -5
Les was thrown up against the wall, then down to the ground. He got up with his toy sword and tried to hit Morris. "Come here you big bully! I'm gunna tell Cowboy, and he'll get you!" Les tried running away, but Morris was too strong.
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Post by oscar on Jun 9, 2008 15:38:05 GMT -5
And Oscar pretty much stood in his way and grubbed the scruff of his collar. "What's dis?" he asked lifting his brows. "Cowboys lil' pet? Where ya think your goin?" Never one without the other generally he gave the kid another toss, what a chump.
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Post by les on Jun 9, 2008 15:46:12 GMT -5
Les was thrown to the ground again by Morris' younger brother Oscar. "Hey, I wouldn't be talkin' much Oscar, you'se is Morris' lil' pet! And I think I am going back to the Lodging House to get Jack, so he can soak yoah bums!" Les almost got away, but it was to hard.
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Post by oscar on Jun 9, 2008 15:50:49 GMT -5
Hard enough he didn't, Oscar grabbed him by the shirt again and lauching him into the same wall his brother had tossed him into, "I'm older ya lousy little shimp--" And now he was mad, no one, but NO ONE talked to Oscar Delancey that way. He pinned his arms and his face against the brick and looked at his brother. Time to teach this little Cowboy want to be how it really is on the streets of New York
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Post by morrisdelancey on Jun 9, 2008 15:54:10 GMT -5
Morris leaned against the brick wall, laughing. "Whattya think Oscar?" He moved forward, looming over the short boy. "I think he needs ta learn a lesson."
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Post by les on Jun 9, 2008 15:59:13 GMT -5
"Hey HEY, STOP IT!! Jack help! Oh, and Oscar, you don't look to much olda wit that lil' feather on yoah hat. Haha! Morris, I ain't gotta loirn no lesson, you'se gotta, yoah still cleanin'! HELP!" Les struggled so much to get away from Oscars grip, but couldn't budge. They were both in his face and he could only smell cigar smoke.
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Post by oscar on Jun 9, 2008 16:05:21 GMT -5
He wasn't going to get rescued, he was going to be limped back to his mommy and daddy. "Yeah," Oscar agreed. "Just like the little bruddah of the walkin' mouth." He smashed him against hte wall again. "All the mouth and none of the brains--- needs to learn a good lesson." Yelling help did nothing as Oscar smacked him in the wall again, he gave his brother a look as he tugged the kid away from the wall to give his brother an opening. Pinning the little kids arms. This was all for running his mouth.
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Post by morrisdelancey on Jun 9, 2008 16:10:25 GMT -5
Morris grinned evilly, immediately pulling his fist back and sending it connecting with the boys face. "How 'bout a nice shinah kid? Think that'll help ya remembah ta keep ya trap shut?"
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Post by les on Jun 9, 2008 16:14:25 GMT -5
"Hey Oscar, I got some brains, probably moah then you'll eva have. NO! STOP! Don't touch me you scabbahs!" Les had lifted his foot up, and kicked Morris in the crotch. Les started laughing and tried to kick Oscar, but he was so far away. So Les just stayed there...waiting for what came up next...
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