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Aug 31, 2006 0:22:45 GMT -5
Post by spotconlon on Aug 31, 2006 0:22:45 GMT -5
Spot was walking through the park, heading toward the Manhattan Lodging house. He wanted to find out if the Raconteurs were a New York wide problem, or just a Brooklyn pest...and since Jack was the one who made amends with him, he figured it would be best to talk to him.
He had more history with the damn Cowboy anyways.
His mood was still dark...but he perked up a bit when he saw Smalls.
...which was quickly dashed by seeing Fancy, standing a bit too close to Avalanche, one of his kids. He tried to remember why this looked so familar.
Swinging his cane into his hand he nudged Smalls a bit, a interested smirk on his face.
"Well well well...what do we have heah?"
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Aug 31, 2006 0:29:17 GMT -5
Post by Smalls on Aug 31, 2006 0:29:17 GMT -5
Smalls gave Spot a sideways glance, placing her hands on her hips casually. "Apparently nuthin'," she said, her face emotionless as she looked upon them again.
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Aug 31, 2006 0:33:06 GMT -5
Post by Avalanche on Aug 31, 2006 0:33:06 GMT -5
"Nope! Nothin'! Not a thing," Avalanche said holding his hands up. "Spot, hey, come on, Spot, ya believe me, duncha?" he said with a hopeful smile to the Brooklyn leader. His mind was in silent prayer that Spot would believe him... please.
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Aug 31, 2006 0:37:17 GMT -5
Post by spotconlon on Aug 31, 2006 0:37:17 GMT -5
Spot raised an eyebrow at Smalls. "I...see." He understood the smaller girl's meaning.
Stepping towards Avalanche he nodded his head sharply up towards Fancy. "...I would, but this goil," He gestured his cane towards Fancy, "doesn't invoke trust in me." He looked back to Avalanche, tilting his head. "Yous sure are protesting a lot about 'nothing'." He pursed his lips. "...now do I rememebr correctly that apparently 'nothing' went on last time?" He tapped his cane in his hand seemingly patiently.
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Aug 31, 2006 0:41:35 GMT -5
Post by Avalanche on Aug 31, 2006 0:41:35 GMT -5
He smiled, maybe this would turn out okay after all. "Exactly! Nothing!" He stopped for a moment the smile still on his face while he thought about it. "Wait, that came out wrong. Ummm... no... uh-... ya see I was helpin' her up and... uh..." he sighed, the smile finally leaving his face. "I jus got really bad timin'," he said trying to go for sympathy now... which he should know wouldn't work.
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Aug 31, 2006 0:41:44 GMT -5
Post by Smalls on Aug 31, 2006 0:41:44 GMT -5
Smalls struggled to hold her tongue. There was a last time!? It must have been when she was away. Not about to speak up when Spot was in the middle of something, she simply stood her ground, but the thought of what Spot was implying only intensified her glare at the man.
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Aug 31, 2006 0:48:49 GMT -5
Post by spotconlon on Aug 31, 2006 0:48:49 GMT -5
Spot nodded. "...yous sure is nervous for nothing" He had definitely decided something had occured. "I expected better of you, 'lanche. Messin' with Red's fiance again. Figures. She's a floosy anyways." He glared at her. He never liked her. They were like oil and water.
"...And I suppose you do got bad timin'--cause ya got caught."
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Aug 31, 2006 0:51:24 GMT -5
Post by Avalanche on Aug 31, 2006 0:51:24 GMT -5
"Hey!" he said when Spot basically insulted him. "HEY!" he said yet again when he insulted Fancy.
"Yea-... I mean no!" he sighed and took a deep breath. He was rushing, he needed to slow down. "Look, Red and I are good friends. I wouldn't dare mess around with his goil... 'specially since their engaged! Use ya head Spot!" Avalanche said trying to make him understand that it was silly, and... extreamly untrue!
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Aug 31, 2006 0:54:53 GMT -5
Post by Smalls on Aug 31, 2006 0:54:53 GMT -5
Smalls eyes flashed between Avalanche and her leader, her eyebrows slightly raised. She saw few boys talk back to Spot and get away with it without losing a few teeth or gaining a few scars.
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Aug 31, 2006 0:58:02 GMT -5
Post by spotconlon on Aug 31, 2006 0:58:02 GMT -5
Spot's eyes closed to slits, the cane in his hand stopped tapping and slid to a more swingable position. "...Yeah. Messing around must not mean kissing, right?" He stepped closer to Avalanche.
"I'm sorry..I musta got my definitions of messin' all mixed up!" He laughed a bit meancingly. His face fell back to a tight jaw. "And I liked ya 'lanche. So that last comment will slide. But ya best change your tone."
He turned back towards Smalls. "...Go find Red. Tell him what you saw here. Every. Damn. Bit of it." He looked back at Avalanche, a dare in his eyes. If the kid talked back again, the cane would fly.
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Aug 31, 2006 1:02:29 GMT -5
Post by Smalls on Aug 31, 2006 1:02:29 GMT -5
Smalls pulled her hat firmly to her head and without so much as a second glance at Avalanche, she gave Spot a brief nod, turning on her heel and making her way toward Brooklyn.
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Aug 31, 2006 1:04:53 GMT -5
Post by Avalanche on Aug 31, 2006 1:04:53 GMT -5
Avalanche opened his mouth to protest, but... stopped. Even he wasn't so stupid to test Spot. Instead he rolled his eyes and shook his head. This is rediculous, and a complete accident. Why did everything always turn out like this? It was enough to even make Avalanche lose his unually optomistic attitude.
Had it not been for the cain, and... well... Avalanche knew Spot was no weak kid, but if it wasn't for those two things he would have fought back in a hot second. But had he done that it would have caused more trouble than it prevented. He sighed and gave an apologetic look to Fancy. But, this was his fault, and... he intended to be the one to fix it if he could. All that was left for him to do was be held 'prisoner' in Central Park, the leader of brooklyn as a gaurd while he waited for one of his best friends to show up so he could explain how he was NOT trying to steal his fiance.
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Sept 9, 2006 22:00:57 GMT -5
Post by fancy on Sept 9, 2006 22:00:57 GMT -5
Fancy looked from Smalls to Spot to Avalanche. "It was nothing... Spot i swear." she said calmly and slowly, she didn't want to sound guilty, because she wasn't. "Smalls.. please don't..." she said just a little to late. She sighed and looked at Spot sadly. "Your making a big deal out of nothing... please Spot." she was pleading him now. "He was givin' me a hand and i fell a bit..." she shrugged. "No.big.deal." she stated. She didn't look at Avalanche, she couldn't. Its not like they had kissed or anything. She folded her arms over her stomach instinctivly. Her mind was on Red. Shoot, she was in trouble and it wasn't even her fault... or Avalanches for that matter.
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Sept 24, 2006 16:17:10 GMT -5
Post by arabelle on Sept 24, 2006 16:17:10 GMT -5
(New Day)
Arabelle scowled as she walked along the path. She didn't know what had put her in such a bad mood. The constant sight of dirty streets and crumbling brick walls probably had something to do with it, because she was about ready to scream if she saw another tenement.
She needed the sight of the ocean, the slight sting of salt air on her face. It was true, then, what her mother had always said. The sea never did leave you; it always called you back. It was the source of the tears that fell at night, and of the never-ceasing heartache. This city would probably kill her if she stayed, but it was her family's only hope.
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Sept 24, 2006 20:50:43 GMT -5
Post by crispin on Sept 24, 2006 20:50:43 GMT -5
Crispin was out for a walk when he noticed the girl he had met on thesteps the first day he had been here. He walked over ot her. "hello"he smiled. "Your arabella right?" he asked her.
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