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Post by Prince on Jul 25, 2007 4:39:19 GMT -5
Sit here while the cops do the paperwork to get you into the cell! Enjoy yourself!
Then again... maybe not.
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Post by Joe on May 10, 2008 17:20:50 GMT -5
Joe approached the desk, the sound of his boots hitting the floor echoed, so he knew someone would hear his approach. Putting the money on the desk, he walk over to the window and leaned against it, making it so all you could see was his silhouette. Striking a match against the window frame he lit his cigarette and let it burn as he took a drag, waiting for an officer to appear.
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Post by michael on May 10, 2008 17:23:02 GMT -5
Michael stepped out from the back room, shuffling some papers about the desk. At the sound of the match striking he jumped a bit, startled to find he wasn't alone. Clearing his throat he stood up straighter, attempting to appear authoritative. "Can I help you?"
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Post by Joe on May 10, 2008 17:28:21 GMT -5
"lookin for two female newsies. I'm heah to bale em out." Joe said, not moving from his stop by the window, he nodded at the money on the desk. "dat should be 'nough" he said as he blew the smoke of the cigarette out the corner of his mouth. "hope dey werent too much trouble for you, suppose dats expected from brooklyn though." he grinned.
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Post by michael on May 10, 2008 17:35:34 GMT -5
Mike's eyes moved to the money he had failed to notice, a bundle of bills on the edge of the desk. Picking it up he counted through it, knowing quickly that it was more than enough. He glanced up at the stranger, his hands flipping through the money silently. Heaving a sigh and pulled out what was necessary and held the rest out to the boy. "This'll cover it." He was a good guy, and he hated himself for it.
Getting out his keys he opened the door that led to the back cells, motioning for the boy to follow him. "This way."
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Post by Joe on May 10, 2008 17:40:04 GMT -5
Joe nodded to the officer. it wasn't often you found an honest one. Now and honest crook is more like it Joe thought to himself. "Nah I'll just wait here" He said as he took the money. "Been back dere to often." he said as he took another drag. "just tell 'em ta hurry up."
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Post by michael on May 10, 2008 17:42:23 GMT -5
Mike nodded, heading back to get the girls.
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Post by Smalls on May 10, 2008 17:45:43 GMT -5
Smalls came through the door a bit wearily, not sure who would have been able to bail them out or why. Seeing only one person in the room she stopped, a large smirk appearing across her face. "Well what da hell do we got heah?"
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Post by Joe on May 10, 2008 17:51:09 GMT -5
"Been hearin tings Palmer. heard youse got inta a bit of trouble and no one ta git ya out." Joe grinned at her "Ya look like hell."
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on May 10, 2008 17:56:17 GMT -5
Lucky came in ride after, "I'm starvin' where those cops keep da donuts?" she paused and looked up, both her dark brows went up. "Heh, you look familiar--- I punch you before?"
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Post by Smalls on May 10, 2008 21:44:01 GMT -5
Her smirk grew. "If I thought ya'd tell me, I'd ask how the hell you knew I was heah." Somehow Joe always knew about things before anyone else, something Smalls always found fascinating. Hearing Lucks come up beside her she grinned, giving her shoulder a rough pat. "This heah is Lucky, Lucks, I met this bum heah in Jersey and still don' know what da hell 'is name is, but he goes by Joe." She looked back up at her old friend. "What business brings ya ta Brooklyn?"
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Post by Joe on May 10, 2008 22:05:41 GMT -5
He just smirked at the other girl before him. He was use to that reaction. He had the face that everyone seemed to know but not remember.
"yeah?" he said tipping the brim of his hat up a bit he looked her over then lifted a shoulder in fake nonrecognition. Though He nodded in acknowledgment when introduced he didnt say anything else. Always better that way. Looking back at Palmer he blatantly ignored her not so subtle dig to get his real name.
"Strike goin down in Jersey" Joe shrugged "Figured it was time ta leave."
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Post by Smalls on May 10, 2008 22:12:20 GMT -5
Smalls smirked, giving Lucky a nudge. "Aw heah that Lucks? Sounds like ya missed anothah one." Newsie strikes were a sensitive subject for her friend, so naturally it was something Smalls liked to exploit.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on May 10, 2008 22:16:59 GMT -5
Lucky sent her a sound glare, "Speakin a Jersey... that's where I was da last strike.." she frowned and pointed. Her dark eyes flickered between the two before she sighed. "Aye, aye, nice ta meet ya-- ya gonna feed us or do I have ta eat you on da way?"
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Post by Joe on May 10, 2008 22:31:26 GMT -5
Joe smirked at Palmer's comment.
"Wouln't recommend ta." Joe said to Lucky "I'd be having all the fun."
taking another long drag of his cigarette before nodding to the door. "Bettah head out"
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(c)Red
