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Post by Administrator on Feb 4, 2007 23:29:15 GMT -5
A place for the leader to go and do some thinking, or have some time to himself when he doesn't want to be disterbed. Bed, chair, and a dusty window and sill complete the small and simple room. Rather cozy, and perfect for Jack Kelly.
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Post by Skittery on Feb 11, 2007 16:31:30 GMT -5
Skittery pushed the door open and dropped his pile of stuff on the floor and chucked the pillow at the bed. With a sigh he looked around the small dusty room. "Guess this is my new cell...I think I'm going to go insane.." he grumbled and went to the window pushing at it repeatedly until it popped open. He stood in the little breeze that drifted through, it felt great since he was burning up.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Feb 11, 2007 18:30:25 GMT -5
Lucky walked in after him and set his boots by the door. "It's not a cell Skitts. You don't want to go to quarantine and if you're around everyone else you could get them sick too.." She walked in and looked out the window, suddenly really missing Brooklyn, she sighed and shook her head. Better not worry about it now. She looked over at Skittery and shrugged a bit. "It's not so bad in here.." It was sometimes amazing how she could try to be positive when he muttered.
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Post by Skittery on Feb 11, 2007 19:07:49 GMT -5
Skittery rolled his eyes, not in the mood to look at the cup half-full. His attitude was plunging once again in to the depths of pessimism. "Yeah, that commin' from somebody who's healthy an' has free roam of the city.."He coughed into his elbow then leaned out the window to spit out the little bit of blood that had collected in his mouth. "I can't even smoke a damn cigarette..." God that sounded good.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Feb 11, 2007 19:13:17 GMT -5
"That's bullshit," she snapped a bit, shaking her head. "I'm no more free to do what I like then you are, Skitts..." And since she'd left her cigarettes back in Brooklyn. She couldn't have had a smoke either. "Sure, I have my health.. I always have my health..."
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Post by Skittery on Feb 11, 2007 19:39:53 GMT -5
Skittery twitched not expecting an outburst, she'd been so calm up until now, he'd obviously struck a cord. When he was in a mood he couldn't handle being attacked or challenged. Flaring his nostrils he snipped back, "So what your little argument with Conlon has takin' away your freedom? It ain't the end of the world..he'll get over it, you'll get over it, and then you can go back to Brooklyn an' go back to soakin' 'trespassers' and shooting yer slingshot.." He finished his sassy rant and collapsed onto the bed with another hack. That had taken away his energy. With more composure and calmness he offered, "Ya don't sound to excited 'bout bein' healthy either...I can fix that by coughin' on ya if you like.."
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Feb 11, 2007 19:49:55 GMT -5
She turned around and looked at him, her green eyes flickered before she shook her head, "Think what you want..." She was calm most of the time, or angry. He had struck a cord, just by being his gurmpy self. "I don't want to fight with you, Skitts. I'm tired of fighting.. really.. just tired of it.." She turned her gaze back out the window and let out a breath. She wasn't sure people coughing on her would do any good. She'd been smack dab in TB central as a kid and never contracted it.
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Post by Skittery on Feb 12, 2007 20:40:07 GMT -5
"Alright, no arguments" He coughed and spit on the floor, not caring about staining the floor. "'sides I ain't got the lung capacity for it" Skittery settled himself and rain his hands through his hair absently as he stared at Lucky. She wasn't her normal self, not nearly as snarky - she simply dismissed smart-ass remarks. "You got a lot eatin' you..Spot, Sneaks, Smalls..." The remark started off matter of fact but he slowly trailed off thinking better of it.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Feb 13, 2007 2:52:32 GMT -5
She looked over her shoulder at him, shrugging before she turned back. "It was easier when I didn't give a shit about anyone. Having someone mad at me didn't matter because I didn't care." She blew her hair out of her face and ran a hand threw her hair. "You think God's punishing me? You know, for being such a snarky wench to everyone all the time?"
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Post by Skittery on Feb 13, 2007 17:51:23 GMT -5
"I don't know anything 'bout God" Skittery remarked with a cough. He sighed and wiped some sweat off his brow with a blanket. "But if he's got it out for you 'cause you don't put up with peoples crap then he ain't worth yer time.." He wasn't really the church type - the closest he got to Jesus was taking free handouts from the nuns and the occasional do-gooder. The whole concept seemed like a sham - all these people in terrible situations praying to the same guy that supposedly brought them into the world asking him to save them from it.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Feb 14, 2007 2:25:32 GMT -5
She smirked a bit and shook her head bitterly, "People told me it was Gods will that my mother got TB and died.. then they said it was Gods will that my father was shot.. if that's Gods will.. he can kiss my ass.." Her eyes narrowed a bit. "I'll be damned if he'll take anyone else from me.."
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Post by Skittery on Feb 14, 2007 2:53:41 GMT -5
Lucky's past hadn't been an area he'd ever touched on before so it all was new information. It was similar to a lot of kids on the street so normally he'd listen without much reaction, however the mention of TB made him frown warily. Too close to home. "Thats a mighty big challenge, takin' on God" he tried to smile but only managed a contorted frown. " and you got yer hands full, we're droppin' like flies with this raspy blood cough.." He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths in spite of the pain they triggered in his chest. With his eyes still clinched tight he murmured, "I hope ya win.."
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Feb 14, 2007 16:22:40 GMT -5
She looked over at him, her brow furrowed and she watched him seriously. "Yeah, me too.." With her arms still folded she leaned against the wall. "I should handle it better but, I can't. My mother was getting better.. she was.. we were going home. Then one morning she just didn't wake up.. like she was locked in a dream she didn't want to get out of.." She shook her head. "I've got to many people that matter to me that are sick, not to be scared.."
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Post by Skittery on Feb 15, 2007 2:40:53 GMT -5
Skittery curled himself into a tight ball pulling at the blanket with one hand - why couldn't his body just decided on whether it wants to be cold or hot?! He opened his eyes only after he spit up a little more blood onto his pillow. "We both got somethin' ridin' on the lines then don't we..?" He responded weakly and fished into his pants pocket having given up on the blanket. He retrieved the front page of the news paper her had folded up and saved, flipped it open and glanced over the symptoms it lists. "My rotten luck.." he grumbled and dropped it on the bedside floor.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Feb 15, 2007 15:55:41 GMT -5
Lucky watched him from the window and walked over picking up the article off the floor, crouching by the bed as she read off the list to herself. She sighed and looked at him, she really felt bad, like she should be sick with everyone else. But, the dismissed that. Sneaks would have her head for thinking that way.
"You've got some rotten luck my friend. But, I figured since you and Smalls were necking there wasn't any way for you not to get sick.." she propped her arms on her knees and managed a smirk. "You want me to get out of here, Skitts. I'm really depressing.."
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