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Post by nick on Oct 17, 2006 14:57:55 GMT -5
Nicholas smirked. "Ach ach...nono...first couple weeks you have to stay here...with me...in our home." He gestured upstairs.
Her stare didn't unnerve him. He delt with this kind before.
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Post by Banshee O'Hara on Oct 17, 2006 16:19:06 GMT -5
Banshee didn't turn, she didn't stop moving; that is, until a few seconds after he finished his last word. She turned full around and faced him, "Fine." She said with a shrug. "It's not like where I was going was any better."
She walked back and sat in a chair, just looking around, waiting... what she was waiting for, she had no Idea. She had missed him gesturing towards the upstairs, and didn't want to annoy him by going somewhere she shouldn't.
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Post by crutchy on Oct 17, 2006 20:57:01 GMT -5
Crutchy limped into their headquarters, very sure of what he was doing this time. He waited for a while for Gimmick but kept plowing forward even with his crutch. He was determined to do this for Jack and the newsies no matter what kind of danger it might put him in.
"Hey who's in charge here?Me and my friend are looking for a position here."
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Post by nick on Oct 17, 2006 23:56:38 GMT -5
Nicholas sighed and pointed again. "Up the stars, Banshee. Pick a bunk, get situatied--I'll send you out in a couple hours."
He hated to repeat himself, but everyone had their 'give'. You didn't get another with him.
Nicholas looked at the two who just came into his establishment.
"Excuse me. We have a door. You need to learn to knock." He was about to turn around and motion to for them to come closer but he paused and looked Crutchy over.
"The pretty little lass here is welcome to join us.." He flashed his bright but cold smile at her, the smile fading when he met Crutchy's eyes, his dark eyes cold.
"...But we don't accept Gimps. They have no place in our establishment. So..." He gestured to the door. "have a nice day."
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Post by Banshee O'Hara on Oct 18, 2006 13:44:36 GMT -5
Banshee gave Nicholas a nod and turned to leave, that is, until she saw the gimp. Despite her thievish ways, she was, in fact, a kind person... that is, until it came to gimps. She scorned them, and secretly hoped to rid the world of them. Now, she had no predigest against people with disabilities, just those who couldn't walk right.
Banshee looked to Nicholas, rolling up her sleeves, "If ya want, I could rid us of dis Gimp heah... I could make sure dat he's neva seen around dese parts again." She said it in the form of a suggestion, but her tone was that of almost desperate to rough this gimp up. She gave the gimp a sweet smile, but her right eye held a stare that showed the emotions hidden behind that phony smile.
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Post by nick on Oct 18, 2006 13:53:08 GMT -5
Nicholas nodded. "Aye, Banshee...I like your style..." He pushed the cigrette between his lips, lighting it. He gestured with the match as it burned out, leaving a trail of smoke.
"Take 'em out."
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Post by Banshee O'Hara on Oct 18, 2006 14:04:43 GMT -5
Banshee smiled, this time, it was an actual smile of enjoyment. She walked towards the gimp and, instead of going for the cane, as most would, she went straight for the face. She let her fist fly out, aiming for the back of the head, behind the nose... because when you punched, you didn't stop at the front of the face, you were supposed to keep going.
With her other hand, she reached out to grab his vest to bring him closer to her. She really was going to show no mercy. The cane didn't bother her, because she could take a hit.
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Post by crutchy on Oct 19, 2006 0:37:09 GMT -5
Crutchy's eyes widened. He hadn't expected for them to be so harsh and so suddenly. But at least Gimmick had a chance now. She would have to come back to him with details the hard way. The bruises would be worth it just to help Jack though he knew he had to help them.
He took the hit hard and growled at the other two for calling him a gimp. "The name's Crutchy.. and I am NOT a gimp. Just a little outta sorts."He said square in her face even while recovering from the hard hit. "Yeah the word was right on the streets. You really don't have souls, do you?"
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Post by Banshee O'Hara on Oct 19, 2006 5:28:09 GMT -5
She hit him right in the face, her fist really felt something in return. She stretched her fingers as the gimp talked, paying no attention... who cared what a gimp had to say. "Just be quite." She said right back in his face, annoyed with hearing him talk. She reached out to grab the cane, planning to use it to beat him out of this place.
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Post by crutchy on Oct 19, 2006 14:52:13 GMT -5
He reached for it first, glaring at her before using it to hit her directly in the shins. NOrmally he wouldn't go for such a low move but she was lower than low. But atl east Gimmick was in. He started moving back almost into her and hoped she got the picture. He whispered to his friend quietly, "Shh...just..don't let this bother. Just go with the plan. DOn't worry about me."
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Post by Banshee O'Hara on Oct 20, 2006 5:38:19 GMT -5
Banshee took the hit giving a quick look of pain. She watched as the gimp started to slowly back up, "Whoa, you're not gettin out just like dis." She said, advancing towards him. She aimed a hit into his gut; a quick drawback and thrust forward occuring as she spoke; allowing her words to mask her actions.
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Post by crutchy on Oct 21, 2006 23:21:07 GMT -5
Crutchy glared, bravely taking it. He had had just as bad from the Delancies. "You're just plain rotten."He spat back and took a bit of spit into her face with the words as well for emphasis. He cocked his head as if daring her and shoved back. He almost felt bad about hitting her being a girl and all but he reconsidered that. She wasn't a girl..she was something else .Something awful.
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Post by Banshee O'Hara on Oct 22, 2006 10:57:08 GMT -5
Banshee smiled as he called her rotten, but her expression drastically changed when he spat on her and shoved her back. She stepped back with her right foot to catch her balance, then brought her right foot forwards, quickly, to kick him on his left shin. She wasn't going to let him get away with that. "I always get the last hit in." She said, as almost a warning. "And when I feel like it, I add a few more." This said with a smile and a sense of pride.
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Post by crutchy on Oct 22, 2006 22:44:44 GMT -5
He automatically grabbed his now not so good shin and winced, barely able to stay upright as it was. He wished he had the ability to be able to check her for a soul. "You won't get away with this..any of this. I have friends unlike you."He growled back..Rarely was Crutchy angry and when he was it was a sight to behold. He punched back and fought to stay up right. He was going to get the last word in even if it killed him. But one thing good abuot this would come..Gimmick would be in.
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Post by nick on Oct 23, 2006 0:00:28 GMT -5
Nicholas rolled his eyes. "Banshee...stop. There is no need for you to harm yourself over this 'damaged' good." He pulled out a knife, blowing on it nonchalantly. "...so...gimp..care to walk out the door, or perhaps you'd like to fully lose your bad leg?"
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