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Post by Prince on Oct 15, 2006 2:53:04 GMT -5
Many people walk the paths, perhaps they could use a pape?
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Post by spotconlon on Oct 18, 2006 13:49:56 GMT -5
Spot was walking the path, swinging his cane lightly as he sold papers. Things were going so well. Alley was finally gone, his kids were all back...they were going to get the Raconteurs.
All in all, he was happy. And that was a surprise.
He tipped the brim of his hat up a bit, allowing the sun to hit his face a bit more.
Definitely a good day.
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Post by scaper on Oct 18, 2006 13:56:20 GMT -5
Clarence had been wondering around Brooklyn, asking around for Spot. He had just been taking a break when the kid strolled by, looking too happy in Carter's opinion.
"Spot Conlon, just the boy I was looking for." He came up behind him, with another officer, just to be safe.
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Post by spotconlon on Oct 18, 2006 13:59:36 GMT -5
Spot stopped in his tracks, spitting a bit to the side of the officer.
"Oi...why Coppa Carter...didn't expect to meetcha here...dontcha have better things to do than walk around? Maybe deal with des Raconteurs?" He snorted a bit and swung his cane a bit, fully intenting to go on hi marry way.
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Post by scaper on Oct 18, 2006 14:04:18 GMT -5
" At this time something along the lines of a murderer is drawing my attention. Maybe you could help me find him, he's short, carries a cane, and thinks he's the King of Brooklyn and can do whatever he wants. You seen him around?" Carter stood where he was, ignoring how Spot spit at him. If he tried to run, there were two other cops waiting. He had no where to go.
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Post by spotconlon on Oct 18, 2006 14:07:30 GMT -5
Spot kept walking, but watched the cops now. "Ta my knowledge..I ain't ever killed anyone..." He was checking for exits...but saw they were few and far between.
"...I suggest ya just forget about it, Carta...bigger fish ta fry...maybe savin' your goil from death..'
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Post by scaper on Oct 18, 2006 14:14:04 GMT -5
"Not yet your not, but your still going in for attempted murder. You'll be in with the real dirt for about, oh... a few weeks before you get your sentence. Now I suggest you drop that cane and turn around, putting your hands behind your back. You could be holding a murder weapon. And get with the times kid, I thought you knew everything, she's not near any kind of 'death'." Clarence took the cuffs off of his belt and signaled for a few officers to bring the wagon around.
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Post by spotconlon on Oct 18, 2006 14:16:28 GMT -5
Spot turned around then, his eyes clozing to slits. "Now why should I do what ya ask me to do?" He was backing up slowly, his cane unnaturally still. He thought he might be able to take Carter...but not the other cops.
Especially the guns. But if he talked enough...he might give himself enough time to run. "...Eh...being around you would make me kill myself. Wonder if its even your kid..." He smirked.
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Post by scaper on Oct 18, 2006 14:28:56 GMT -5
Carter pulled his gun on Spot. He wasn't going to shoot the kid, but he thought about it.
"I wouldn't run Conlon, this trigger might accidently go off. With a mouth like that, I don't think you'll even survive in jail three days. You better watch your cane too, you even hit me with it, and I will shoot you." Carter knew it wouldn't be right, but he would love to. He didn't know if he could restrain himself if Conlon said one more thing about his child.
"I'll give you to the count of 3, before we use force."
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Post by spotconlon on Oct 18, 2006 14:32:36 GMT -5
Spot snorted. He wasn't going to show his emotions to this cop that's for sure. But he was a bit...regretful. Not that he had hurt alley...but that he had gotten caught.
He growled but dropped his cane, it landing with a thump on the dirt at his feet. He would somehow get a message out to Smalls--she was going to have to take over in his stead until he could get out--by legal means or otherwise.
He put his hands in the air. "Eh...at least I get some free food." He chuckled and shook his head. He should never have said it was going to be a good day.
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Post by scaper on Oct 18, 2006 14:45:33 GMT -5
Carter didn't approach him, but the officer behind him did. Taking the boys hands and twisting them back, while cuffing him.
"See Spot, nice and easy, now come on and get in the wagon." Carter was suprised that he hadn't run.
Clarence bent down to pick up the infamous cane. Nothing to special about it, he had foreign umbrellas that would have been better weapons. He shrugged to himself as the other officers searched Spot.
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Post by spotconlon on Oct 18, 2006 14:48:00 GMT -5
Spot was going off without a fight but when Carter touched his cane he started struggling. "Hey! Put my cane down!!" He twisted against the cuffs, kicking a bit.
"Leave it!!"
He knew one of his kids would find it...but that damn Pig wasnt going to have it, that was for sure.
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Post by scaper on Oct 18, 2006 14:56:17 GMT -5
"You sensitive about this piece of wood, I wonder what would happen if it suddenly snapped in half?" Clarence wouldn't do it, only because it was a piece of evidence. But after it was needed, he would take pride in burning it.
Another cop came up behind Spot, to try and help subdue him. Carter hoped that some of the more serious felons broke this kid.
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Post by spotconlon on Oct 18, 2006 14:58:52 GMT -5
Spot smirked, his eyes cold. "Do that and die, Pig." He stopped fighting, dead serious.
"I'll get out...mark my words."
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Post by scaper on Oct 18, 2006 15:03:40 GMT -5
"Yeah you'll get out one day. They might be kind and let you out the day before you die of old age." Clarence set the cane down by a tree.
He walked up to the boy and whispered in his ear, "Try to kill me, I dare you." He spit the words out.
He hated kids, very much so.
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