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Post by alleycat on Oct 9, 2006 17:06:03 GMT -5
Alley snapped out of it. holy crud i don't need his mouth right now. "Shut up Conlon it's a free country and don't call him a mutt." She almost spat and him but her voice had a hint of venom in it.
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Post by spotconlon on Oct 9, 2006 17:10:06 GMT -5
Spot laughed and started up the street towards them. "Oh I'm sorry, Alley--too bad you are shamin' your ma and your pa by makin' a specticle of yourself. Actin' like a whore in public. Guess that's what got ya pregnant in the first place, tho, didn't it?"
He smirked, swinging his cane under his arm.
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Post by alleycat on Oct 9, 2006 17:17:50 GMT -5
Everything Alley had been struggling with before he showed up completely washed away. "You better watch what you say Conlon. Cause of these days it just might get you killed." She glared at him. "You don't ever call me a whore because i'm not. Whores get paid to do what they do." She spat on his shoe in disgust of him and that was a showing of her disgust. HE should be glad she didn't spit in his face.
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Post by spotconlon on Oct 9, 2006 17:30:38 GMT -5
"I never said I wanted to live forever--to die would be an awefully big adventure."
Spot blinked for a moment, then started to chuckle. "I don't know why I try and insult you Alley...you do a much better job. You _are_ right. You're a slut, not a whore. At least whore's get paid...which makes you...worse than one. Just a cheap, dirty, slut."
He ignored the spit on his shoe. That's all she had in her. The fact she had insulted herself amused him too much to care.
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Post by alleycat on Oct 9, 2006 17:33:24 GMT -5
Alley just glared at him. She had no comeback and she knew that that would be his as soon as she had said what she did. She had nothing but utter disgust for him. "Then i hope your death is slow and painful." The was a hint of deadliness in her voice and her hand was moving for her switchblade. She was ready to fight.
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Post by ramble on Oct 9, 2006 17:33:30 GMT -5
Ramble glared at Spot for a moment. He didn't need to open his mouth right now. If Spot tried anything he'd soak 'em. He licked his lips and shook his head. He was mad, it was easy to tell. Ramble wasn't afraid of Conlon, after all he was about a foot taller than him and could probably break him if he had to. Ramble grabbed Alleys hand before she had a chance to grab the blade.
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Post by alleycat on Oct 9, 2006 17:35:18 GMT -5
Alley looked up at Ramble her eyes sparkled with fire. But she let him take her hand from her blade. Things were about to get a little messy.
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Post by ramble on Oct 9, 2006 17:38:22 GMT -5
Ramble looked up at Spot. "Don't you dare call her a slut again, Conlon. If you do, then your gunna be sorry you were ever born." he growled, his eyes blaizing. "Shes got every right to be here... Just cause shes not one of your goddamned muses anymore doesn't mean she can't come back to her home to say goodbye to her grandmother." In his mind, Alley was perfectly qualified to be wherever she wanted. "I am not a mutt... i'm more of a man then you'll ever be." after all he had come from one of the most powerful families in the city.
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Post by spotconlon on Oct 9, 2006 17:45:20 GMT -5
Spot snorted. "...what? I can't call the slut a slut?" He pulled his cane down from under his arm, taping it against his leg. "...and this is my burrough...attack me, and the Hell of Brooklyn will come down crashin' on your head..." He paused. "And last time I hoid, her gramda or whateva' was dead as a doornail--like da rest of her pathetic famiy."
He rolled his eyes. "And I'm amused ya keep talki about my untimely death. So much posturin' without so much as a bite. Typical for non Brookies."
Spot normaly wasn't so vicious...but Alley had earned this venom and distain. And she was going to feel it if she kept pushing it.
He was daring them to fight him. They'd lose.
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Post by ramble on Oct 9, 2006 17:49:21 GMT -5
Ramble shook his head dangerously. "She doesn't need to prove anything to you... ya worthless, sorry excuse for a man... let alone a leader." he tugged Alleys arm a bit. "Were leacvin' anyways, i don't care what you say about her, because everyone knows its not true." he glared darkly at the leader, keeping his arm around Alley, making sure Spot was well aware that he would kill him if he tried anything. "Besides, your death would be a celebration to everyone but you and that ex leader jerk.. Red or whatever." he didn't know Red, they had never met, but he asumed he was a jerk, being the ex leader of Brooklyn and all.
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Post by spotconlon on Oct 9, 2006 17:53:43 GMT -5
None of what Ramble said phased him, because frankly, Ramble didn't know what the hell he was talkin' about. "...oh yeah...its not true. Ever ask Alley why all her friends deserted her?"
He yawned a bit. "Keep talkin' cause it hurts so much." He gave a mock look of pain and then laughed. "Rumour is she can't leave, either....except in a body bag."
He lit a cigarette, taking a long drag on it.
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Post by alleycat on Oct 9, 2006 18:47:50 GMT -5
Alley glared at Spot. She'd had enough. She pushed away form Ramble. She said not a word as her switchblade appeared in her hand. "This isn't a threat Spot. I'll kill you if it's the last thing i do." She didn't know whether she was going to throw it or not at him but she'd sure as hell fight him now. He had brought her family into this. "My great grandmother was the greatest Singer in her time and my grandparents for that matter were the most prodominate family in Brooklyn. Don't ever call my family pathetic Conlon." She spat in his face. She was more then disgusted with him. He didnt' deserve to breath. Brooklyn was her city. even if Spot was the King of it. It didn't matter to her. Brooklyn was home and if she died on brooklyn soil then it wouldn't matter. Her eyes held flames of hatred and she spoke so softly but loud enough to be heard. Her voice and tone were deadly.
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Post by razor on Oct 9, 2006 18:52:38 GMT -5
"I wouldn't do that....It doesn't contribute to a healthy life." Razor commented from where he leaned up against the wall, a little to their right, hands in his pockets. "And right now, you are pathetic. You and your family. Disobediant to the end, aren't you?" His eyes looked hard at Alley, then shrugged. "Usually, I'd stand up foah a goil. But den again, you are the one with the knife. So I think I'll just let my leadah kill you."
Didn't matter much to him.
His eyes flashed then, "But if you think I'd evah let you lay a hand on Spot, kid, you're sorely mistakin."
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Post by alleycat on Oct 9, 2006 18:58:35 GMT -5
Alley looked over at Razor he eyes flashing with hatred to him and to most of the guy population in Brooklyn. "Oh so you're one of his lap dogs. I dont' mind killing you either." She was being totally down right serious.
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Post by ramble on Oct 9, 2006 18:59:37 GMT -5
Ramble raised an eyebrow at the newcomer. "Don't you dare speak to my girl that way..." he glared at Razor, his eyes burning. He was in the middle of a catastrophy he knew nothing about and it was beginning to get him upset. He looked at Alley hard. "Drop the knife. Do it." he told her harshly.
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