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Post by muder on Aug 22, 2006 19:39:07 GMT -5
Murder nodded curtly to Nicholas, grabbing her back and slipped up the stairs behind Coop. Oh...they were going to have a bit of a talk.
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Post by Patrick Aragón on Aug 27, 2006 19:22:35 GMT -5
Patrick knocked at the door, his usual bored expression on his face. "Nicholas, I don't have much time," he said, annoyance thick in his voice.
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Post by nick on Aug 27, 2006 20:28:54 GMT -5
Rodger opened the door, and seeing who it was, immediately tipped his hat and let Patrick in.
Nicholas was sitting in his normal spot behind his desk, smoking his clove cigarette. Seeing Patrick he stood, spreading his arms out a bit, an eyebrow raised.
"...What's wrong? Problems in Brooklyn?" Like all the Raconteurs, he had known Patrick since he was a kid, so he knew when something was bugging his dear friend and partner.
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Post by Patrick Aragón on Aug 27, 2006 21:05:15 GMT -5
Patrick walked in, paying Rodger no mind. Walking directly over to a small table against the wall, he poured himself a glass of brandy. "Nothing big," he began, turning and casually taking a seat in an open chair. "But I'm afraid it requires immediate attention."
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Post by nick on Aug 27, 2006 21:12:54 GMT -5
Nicholas poured himself a brandy as well, sitting back down in his chair. "Oh really." A bemused smirk spread across his face. "Do tell, Patrick. I am always willing to help you with an annoyance."
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Post by Patrick Aragón on Aug 27, 2006 21:21:37 GMT -5
"Well it's this boy," he began, staring into his glass then glancing up at his friend with a chuckle. "He seems to be under the impression he's, well that he's some kinda of king," he said, laughing lightly at the idea. "Well, he's sworn to make me pay for taking his kids away, I don't know, some kind of mother hen complex righ'? Anyway, he's going to be stopping them Nicholas, and we can't have that now can we?" he said as a sinister grin spread across his features.
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Post by nick on Aug 27, 2006 21:28:12 GMT -5
Nicholas snorted, laughing lightly. "...sounds like a Burrough Leader is a bit too big for his britches. Doesn't realize exactly who we are." He shook his head. "Tsk tsk..Poor thing. I guess we'll have to lay it out for him real clear like."
He took a long drag on his cigarette. "Well, my darling Patrick, what do you suggest we do?"
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Post by Patrick Aragón on Aug 27, 2006 22:33:06 GMT -5
"Well you know, there's always the option of going after him," he said, looking down into his drink again. "Though, I think there may be a better way, that is, force him down from that high horse he's on." He got up and began walking the length of the room, pausing by Nicholas and turning to face him. "He's got to have people that are close to him, these kids he's trying to protect, right?" Turning again he made his way slowly again across the room. "Of course you know where I'm going with this.."
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Post by nick on Aug 28, 2006 0:56:56 GMT -5
Nicholas smirked and leaned forward, his hands spreading out on the table, as he nodded. "Oh of course I do, dear Patrick."
He stood, leaning over his hands a bit. "...Our dear...unique Fletcher was telling me of some Brooklyn kid he ran into in Manhattan.." He paused to take a drag off his cigarrette before putting it out in his now empty brandy glass. Leave it to Fletcher to drink himself silly with a kid...but it worked out this time, and he knew better than to question the black sheep of the Raconeturs. He was crazy--but crazy like a fox.
"We grab one of his darlin' kids...better than grabbin' him." He smiled softly. "You do know my love for a good breaking...and takin' one of his kids would definitely keep him in check, and give him something to think about."
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Post by nick on Sept 14, 2006 14:35:21 GMT -5
<<new day>>
Nicholas walked in, Smalls in tow and Dodger following behind.
"Welcome to your new home, ....what is your name?" He raised an eyebrow. "...I'm Nicholas, forgive my rudness. CAn't believe I didn't give you my name before.."
He let go of her arm, but stayed close.
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Post by Smalls on Sept 14, 2006 18:15:05 GMT -5
Her mind was racing. She knew this weird politeness was all a facade hiding his true wrath she had witness earlier. Attempting to smile, though it came of as more of a grimace, she spoke. "Smalls. Just Smalls. . ." She noticed he was staying near and she glanced behind her toward the door, seeing the other large man in front of it. So, I guess runnings no longer an option. . .
Clearing her throat she attempted to move away from him casually, looking around the room. "Nice place ya got heah."
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Post by nick on Sept 14, 2006 22:46:02 GMT -5
Nicholas smirked, watching her with his dark eyes, lighting a cigarette. "Oh yeah..great place, really." He spoke softly, watching her movements. "...and what a fitting name, Smalls. Suits you." He gestured to the basement.
"You are allowed free reign in the lodging house--but you aren't allowed out of this building unti I say so." He took a long drag, stepping in closer to her, his voice dropping. "....is that clear?"
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Post by Smalls on Sept 14, 2006 23:08:49 GMT -5
She ignored his "compliment" and gave a small nod at his instruction. "Yeah, uh, shore thing," she said, opening a random door to peek inside. "Whatevah you say."
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Post by alleycat on Sept 21, 2006 20:14:47 GMT -5
(new day)
Alley Cat walked into the headquaters. It looked a little nicer then brooklyn's plus being here would keep her safe from the craziness of almost everyone of the newsies in Brooklyn wantin' to soak her. She had no clue where'd she find the leader of the joint though. On her way there she destroyed the only evidence she had of knowing where the place was so that the place stayed hidden and what not.
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Post by nick on Sept 21, 2006 21:23:59 GMT -5
Nicholas was sitting in his chair, smoking a clove cigarette as usual. Things were looking up and up for him and his crew. Seeing the small girl come in, he stood up.
"...I don't appreciate people bargin' in here without so much as a by your leave...you been sent?"
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