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Post by scaper on Feb 15, 2007 17:34:21 GMT -5
"Well Conlon you seem to know me better than you think. I couldn't care less about you sick little newsies." Clarence rested his hand against his nightstick. He wouldn't hesitate to use it if that kid tried to pull his cane on him. "This isn't your territory either. It's the citys, so you might want to watch it. I'm the authority here." Maybe the stupid kid would take his advice, but he doubted that.
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Post by spotconlon on Feb 15, 2007 17:43:22 GMT -5
Spot snorted. "...yous don't desoive that wife of yours." Smalls was in that group of sick newsies. Stupid cops...didn't care about anyone but themselves. "Is ain't stupid." He wasn't going to openly attack a cop.
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Post by scaper on Feb 15, 2007 18:02:31 GMT -5
Clarence grunted. "I don't know about that. You don't seem too bright to me." When Spot said he didn't deserve Aria, he had to restrain himself from cracking his nightstick over his head. "Maybe you should be on your way." It would be best for the both of them.
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Post by spotconlon on Feb 15, 2007 18:10:10 GMT -5
Spot wasn't going to be goaded into a fight by a stupid cop. "...Is gettin my papers...free woild." He started walking to the booth, shooting over his shoulders. "For Aria's sake..hope dat kid aint yours..." He smirked and paid for a nice set of papes.
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Post by scaper on Feb 15, 2007 21:06:02 GMT -5
Clarence could take people talking about him. He could even take people talking about his wife. But you did not talk about his child. That just pissed him off.
He stalked up behind Spot, and quickly grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked. He didn't care who this boy was, but he felt as if he could beat him to a bloody pulp.
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Post by spotconlon on Feb 15, 2007 21:10:36 GMT -5
Spot managed to hold onto his papers when he went flying backwards, only just managing to stay on his feet--mainly becaues he backed into Carter's back. "Oi!!!!" He growled trying to get his shirt out of the cops' grip. He wasnt in the mood. Not at all.
Carter insulted his kids--therefore his kids were fair game. This man had a stick shoved way up his butt.
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Post by scaper on Feb 15, 2007 21:17:18 GMT -5
When Spot fell backwards, Clarence pushed forward. "I hate you kids and your little mouths." He took a step back and a few deep breaths. He was trying to calm himself down. The kid wasn't worth it.
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Post by spotconlon on Feb 15, 2007 21:20:57 GMT -5
Spot snorted and dusted himself off and fixed his hat with one hand, holding onto his papers with another. "...fine. fine." He smirked, backing off Carter. "...Next time I see Aria, Ill tell her.." He chuckled. "...cause she won't be happy about dat...yous hate those kids shes tryin ta save"
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Post by scaper on Feb 15, 2007 21:40:10 GMT -5
"She can save them all she wants. Hating them is my business, not hers." Of course he never let her know that he hated those kids, and most kids in general. Clarence fixed his nightstick back into place. He only glared at Spot, then turned his back on him and went back to his post.
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Post by spotconlon on Feb 15, 2007 21:44:08 GMT -5
Spot snorted. "...wonder if you hate dem all, Cartah.." He pulled out his cane, spinning it. "...you'll probably hate your own damn kid...feel sorry for it..." He smirked and tipped his hat at Carter. "Find me aftah ya shift, Cartah...we'll settle this for real.."
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Post by scaper on Feb 16, 2007 14:30:21 GMT -5
"I'll be looking for you in a few hours. Teach you some respect." Clarence was pissed off and angry right now. He wanted to fight. He wanted to snap that kids neck. Maybe it was time he shoot someone again. Clarence had enjoyed it the last time.
Clarence looked out over the center. He was here to break up fights, not get into them. But he had thrown that rationality out the window fifteen minutes ago.
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