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Post by fancy on May 30, 2006 17:30:03 GMT -5
Fancy glared at his retreating back and yanked her arm away from her concerned fiance. "NOTHING... is wrong..." she snapped, still glaring in Spot's direction. "No, scratch that... HE is what's wrong..." she turned to Red. "I tried to be nice to him and LOOK what he goes and does... picks a fight with all of New York... You know what... i'm sick of him and i wish i had NEVER MET HIM!" she emphazied loud enough for him to hear. She rounded on SlingShot. "And to answer your question... I did..." she snapped, turning away from Red and glaring at SlingShot.
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Post by newsiesonamission on May 30, 2006 18:08:13 GMT -5
SlingShot stood stunned, trying to remember what her question had been. When she finally figured it out, she stood mouth open and gaping with no idea what to say
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Post by fancy on May 30, 2006 18:17:56 GMT -5
She felt herself put her defences back up. "It's none of your buisness anyways..." she snapped. To be completly honest, Fancy had no idea why she had done it, other than the relief from the stress it brought her. The seering pain made her realize that she was still alive.
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Post by spotconlon on May 31, 2006 14:41:25 GMT -5
Spot, still lingering in the door way, "When in your life have you tried to be nice to me you wench. At the bar stools you betrayed me by sticking up for one of our enemies on my turf."
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Post by fancy on May 31, 2006 17:42:56 GMT -5
Fancy's glare hardened. In less than a second she was infront of Spot. "Don't you ever call me that again..." she drew back her hand and slapped him across the face, a first for Fancy. "YOU NEED TO GROW UP SPOT CONLON!" she shouted at the top of her lungs. "And as for this whole 'when have you ever tried to be nice to me?' thing... well let me refresh your memory... YOU ALMOST GOT ME PREGNANT..." she screamed.
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Post by razor on May 31, 2006 17:48:25 GMT -5
Hands grabbed her, flung her gently over a broad shoulder, marched her out of the room, and dropped her outside. "I dont think that is very wise." A voice drawled. "Spot is a leadah, and is to be treated with respect. You, apparently, are too low to realize dis."
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Post by fancy on May 31, 2006 17:51:57 GMT -5
Fancy stared up at him, her mouth open in surprise. "And who the hell are YOU to tell ME what to do?" she snapped. "And don't EVER do that again!" she shriecked.
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Post by blade on May 31, 2006 17:52:36 GMT -5
"If I was you, I wouldn't talk to him like dat my dea'h" Blade said suddenly appearing behind his brother.
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Post by razor on May 31, 2006 17:54:43 GMT -5
Razor stared down at her with one slim eyebrow raised. He calmly flicked his wrist and slid the switchblade open. "I will do what i wish, when i wish. Who are you to tell me what to do?"
He didn't even have to look behind him to know his brother had his back. They fought like one person, and always knew where the other one was.
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Post by fancy on May 31, 2006 17:55:07 GMT -5
Fancy screamed, her eyes on the knife. "Get away from me!" she shouted at them, she of course had never heard of them before and was beside herself with fright. "RED!" she screeched. She lept to her feet and pressed her back to the wall, trying to create as much space as possible between herself and the boys. "HELP!"
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Post by blade on May 31, 2006 17:59:02 GMT -5
Blade grabbed her by the back of her shirt, "Oh no ya don't, I suggest you leave those two gentlemen alone a scurry along to yell at another leader."
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 31, 2006 18:00:30 GMT -5
Red, having been slightly shocked at the way someone had taken his fiancee, came running out, skidding to a stop. His eyes widened, "Blade! Razor!"
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Post by blade on May 31, 2006 18:01:13 GMT -5
Blade immediatly dropped the broad and spat on his hand, extending it to be shook. "Red!"
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 31, 2006 18:02:34 GMT -5
"What are you.." He shook his head with a grin and spit shook with the other. "Raz, please dont injure my fiancee."
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Post by razor on May 31, 2006 18:03:16 GMT -5
"Hm." Razor slid the blade closed and it vanished from his hands. "Fiancee, eh?"
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