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Post by rick on Jan 1, 2008 11:36:29 GMT -5
Rick smoothly approached the boy, at first he had wondered if he was asleep. Rick smashed his cigarette out on the pool table, though a few boys protested this, most didn't care.
He pulled his pocket watch out and took a long look at it, it was getting late, and he liked that.
"Care to play?" He asked the kid, he hadn't ever seen him around.
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Post by azzo on Jan 2, 2008 3:26:39 GMT -5
Azzo blew the smoke from his mouth while studying the boy, sizing him up a bit. He nodded. "Rack 'em up."
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Post by rick on Jan 2, 2008 9:23:42 GMT -5
Rick smirked and nodded his head as he Begin to place the balls, 2 were missing. "You any good?" he questioned looking him over.
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Post by azzo on Jan 2, 2008 16:15:58 GMT -5
Azzo used his pool stick as a third leg, leaning against it as the other boy racked the balls - or at least what was left of them. There were still the cue and eight ball and as far as he was concerned that's all they really needed. Flicking his cigarette to the wooden floor, he walked to the side of the table, stomping out the bud on his way.
"One way to find out." Leaning over the table, Azzo stroke the cue ball which hit the others square on, sending two solid balls into the same pocket. The truth was he had never played pool before. He'd just seen it done and turns out he was a decent learner. He took another shot, but with no luck the second time around. He looked up at the boy, smirking, and stepped away from the table.
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Post by rick on Jan 2, 2008 19:11:46 GMT -5
Rick laughed a bit as he lit another cigarette. He lowered himself to the table to predict exactly where the balls where going to go. He raised the stick and carefully hit the ball. 5 balls, each perfectly painted with a different color stripe. Rick looked up at the boy. He smirked and cocked his eyebrow.
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Post by azzo on Jan 4, 2008 11:11:38 GMT -5
((so, those went in, im assuming?))
"Not bad," Azzo commented with a raised brow and cocked head. "Whats yer name, kid?"
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Post by rick on Jan 6, 2008 9:20:48 GMT -5
Rick considered giving the kid a fake name, with so many people after him, it wouldn't be a bad idea. But he shrugged. "Rick," he said sticking his hand out, "And whats about yous, yous got a name kid?" he asked.
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Post by azzo on Jan 6, 2008 16:54:03 GMT -5
Azzo noticed Rick's hesitation in answering and knew what it was about. He, too, used to be that way until he smiply started going by his last name; a name that the common folk were not use to hearing hi, refered to.
"Azzo." He grabbed the boys hand and shook once, firmly.
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Post by rick on Jan 6, 2008 18:06:31 GMT -5
"Azzo." Rick said as he cocked his head and gave the kid a smirk. "Strange name isn't it" He said as he motioned that it was Azzo's turn at their game.
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Post by azzo on Jan 6, 2008 21:32:57 GMT -5
Azzo shrugged, aiming for a a ball on the table and then shooting. "'s my last name."
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Post by rick on Jan 7, 2008 6:53:47 GMT -5
Rick watched the boys shot before saying "Oh". The kid was pretty alright at the game, but not as good as he, Rick though.
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Post by azzo on Jan 8, 2008 19:18:53 GMT -5
Azzo looked down at the pool table. There were still a few balls left, but his time was running thin.
"Well Rick, I gotta get goin'," he said, setting the pool stick down, "but maybe we can finish this game some other time."
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Post by rick on Jan 8, 2008 20:06:11 GMT -5
Rick ran his fingers through his greasy hair and put down his pull stick. "mk, see you around kid" he said and turned to buy a drink.
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Post by jinx on Jan 26, 2008 20:05:46 GMT -5
[[New day, for Cole]]
Jinxy was leaning against a wall in the pool room, idly watching as a couple of men took shots. It was unusual for her--or a girl like her, even-- to be in a bar, particularly in a pool room. Oftentimes she didn't even wish to go near the place, and she only drank when she was able to purchase wine or some other...classier...type of alcohol.
A few men approached her but none interested her enough for her to be willing to start up a lasting conversation. The first had an accent so thick that she spoke French to him and pretended not to speak any English simply so that the drunken, smelly gout would scamper off.
And that he did. She sighed and took a sip of her drink, which had been purchased for her by man two. He had simply bored her and so she didn't make for much of a conversationalist for him, and allowed him to talk himself out. He'd moved in to neck with her but he reeked of alcohol and some other unidentifyable stench, perhaps vomit.
Her gagging had been the ending point of that prolonged encounter.
She was now left alone, although she had not lost hope. Her eyes scanned the bar carefully for any prospect of a promising man, preferably on the younger side, who may have been able to fully entertain her for the evening.
Presently she was dressed in a dark blue, satiny-silky dress imported from France. Not that she could afford it on her own--her parents had bought it and sent it across. They were far from bourgeois in their home country, and liked to believe that their daughters were living large in New York. Of course this was not the case, however she could not bring herself to lie to them.
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Post by cole on Jan 31, 2008 0:35:31 GMT -5
cole came into the room. He was dressed like most business types, his hair slicked back an d a little to the side. Most of the guys in these places thought they could take him at pool. he was a hoity toity type while they were 'hard' workers. They knew the tricks, there was no way Cole could know what they know of the game, theyve been doing this far too long.
He gave a lsight little smirk. 'anyone like to play with me?"he asked. But cold did know tricks, it was all part of his plan, hustling money from these drunken fools.
A guy spoke up, giving him a cocky grin as he started setting up the table. After a little bit, Cole came out as the winner, money was passed as the losers payed their bets.
"Maybe next time..'Cole shrugged pocketing the money.
Another guy thought he could beat him and he challanged cole, but again Cole came out as the winner. "Looks like you boy sare losing fast... I think I'll take a break and get a drink, get a drink yourselves and come back, maybe itll help"he smirked his comment sarcastic as he went up to the bar to get a drink.
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