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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Oct 14, 2006 15:22:49 GMT -5
That was about when Lucky walked in, she raised an eyebrow a moment at the scene. "Never a dull moment is there," she said with a smirk before she walked over to Smalls. Nudging Trigger in the side as she went.
The kitten she'd gone to get looked more angry then scared as it hissed and swatted at anyone that came within a few feet of Lucky. She chuckled and rubbed his ears as she sat down next to Smalls.
After Boxer was set on the floor, he instantly sat down, his ears back as he watched the people around him. He looked ready for a fight.
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Post by Smalls on Oct 14, 2006 18:32:56 GMT -5
Keeping her eyes on her paper she smirked slightly. "He'll fit right in," she said in regards to the hissing she'd heard. Putting the paper down she placed her feet up on the small table, leaning back in her chair. "So Lucky, ya made yaself at home heah yet?"
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Post by loveforlife on Oct 14, 2006 19:30:50 GMT -5
Trigger smirked at Lucky as she nudged him. He nodded in greeting to her. He looked down at the small kitten. Definitely belonged in Brookyn, he couldn't help but smile at him. He watched everyone carefully. Smalls, Lucky, Gabbi, Jester, Dill and even Spot.
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Post by spotconlon on Oct 14, 2006 21:18:33 GMT -5
Spot gave up on pestering Dill. He could always deal with the kid later, since he was staying in his burrough afterall. Sitting down in a chair across from the girls, he relaxed.
This was what Brooklyn was all about. Sure they were the rough ones, the violent ones. But they were also the most fiercly loyal, and they still had a great time. These were his kids. And he wouldn't change that for anything in the world.
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Post by loveforlife on Oct 14, 2006 21:40:39 GMT -5
As Spot gave up on Dill, Trigger felt like he could relax as well. He loved Brooklyn, everything was great there. He pulled a chair over to him, he sat on his backwards, facing the two girls on the couch. "So, what have you goils been up ta lately?"
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Post by Smalls on Oct 14, 2006 21:49:21 GMT -5
Smalls shrugged, holding her cigarette between her lips as she spoke to keep hands free to pester Lucky's cat. "Ah ya know, livin' in a basement, runnin' foah my life, nuthin' too excitin'," she said, only being partly sarcastic. Pulling her hand away from the cat quickly she took a sharp breath, wiping her now bloody finger on her pants. "Spose I desoive that," she mumbled, looking down at the cat fondly.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Oct 15, 2006 2:14:47 GMT -5
She'd been watching Smalls, saying nothing about her predicament. It made her mad on a very basic level. When she got bit, Lucky smirked and rubbed Boxer's ears. He licked her hand idolly a moment before he got comfortable in her lap
"Looks ta me like you did, everyone, this is Boxer. Tell me it's a dog's name and I'll belt ya." She scratched the kitten behind the ears and smirked when he purred under her touch. "He's a fighter, a Bronx girl found him half dead in an alley, he and I hit it off."
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Post by arianette on Oct 18, 2006 11:02:55 GMT -5
<<new day>>
One of Ariannette's acrobats slipped over to the door of the Brooklyn lodging house, whistling a new song they were learning. He tacked up a small note on the door, and headed for the other burroughs. Aria had definitely come up with a good idea, but why she enjoyed helping the newsies, he'd never know.
Attention Newsies!
Raconteurs getting you down?
Come to my Masquerade Ball at Caprice Hall on Halloween!
It's free, with food, dancing, music!
Forget your woes for one night!
Don't have money for a costume!
Come raid my costume department...just ask for me or Wallace, my stage manager.
Hope you come!!
--Ariannette LeFleur.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Oct 20, 2006 19:23:26 GMT -5
(Later.. or new day whatever works)
Lucky dropped onto a chair as soon as they got back and watched Smalls. "So, what now? We can't leave him, and that Razor kid in there, they were doing a public service. They should get paid for it, like shooting Mormons in Montana, they give you five whole dollars." She folded her arms and crossed her legs as she grumped, she was a bit more then miffed. She was raging pissed.
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Post by Smalls on Oct 20, 2006 19:30:28 GMT -5
Smalls walked in behind Lucky, peering outside before closing the door behind her. Rolling her eyes she interrupted her friend. "Shut your yap wouldja? I'm tryin' ta think heah!" Walking over to the stairs she shouted for Trigger, hoping maybe he was upstairs. Hearing no immediate reply she sighed, slumping into a chair and rubbing her head with her hands. "He said Razah will be gettin' out soon. . on his own. So no worries theah. An' yeah, I'd like ta kill da little wench too, but me an' you goin' ta prison aint gonna help the situation."
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Post by loveforlife on Oct 20, 2006 19:36:17 GMT -5
Trigger, from upstairs heard someone yell his name. He stood up off of the chair he was sitting in, hesitating. He was always extra careful, then he recognized that it was Smalls. He hurried downstairs. "What is it?" He noticed how angry both her and Lucky looked. "What's going on?" He always on the defense lately.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Oct 20, 2006 19:41:43 GMT -5
Lucky watched Trigger a moment, the shook her head. "Conlon's locked up, so it that Razor kid." Her eyes fell on Smalls, she'd been thinking, and tended to rattle when she did. Damn, she wanted Alley Cat ten feet under for this. "Smalls, I know Conlon's smart enough to take care of it himself, but still, as long as that Alley Cat twit is alive, we've got more problems then just the Racontuers." She knew all about them, even if, she sighed inwardly. That needed to end to. "I can't sit on my hands and do nothin when all I want to do is toss some little idiot off the Brooklyn Bridge.."
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Post by Smalls on Oct 20, 2006 19:46:43 GMT -5
Smalls gave a small sigh of relief when she saw him and leaned forward in her chair, resting her elbows on her knees. Rolling her eyes again at Lucky she shook her head. "Listen Lucks, I want 'er dead too, so if you wanna go finish what Conlon started, be my guest. But don' come crawlin' ta me when you're in the cell next ta him." Looking to Trigger she sighed again. "Triggah, how would you feel about comin' wit me ta talk ta Prince?" There was no way in hell she was going to tell him she was afraid the Raconteurs would get her again, if he said no, she'd just take Lucky or go alone.
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Post by loveforlife on Oct 20, 2006 19:56:58 GMT -5
Trigger eyes narrowed, this was new news to him. He couldn't imagine Spot getting taken, however he said nothing, keeping his curses under control. He looked back at Smalls as she started to talk. "Yea, o' course I'll go wit ya. I wouldn't let ya go alone. What are we tellin' her?"
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Post by Smalls on Oct 20, 2006 20:05:48 GMT -5
"Well it aint jist what we're tellin' her, 'parently she has some information for us, now that Spot's outta the pictcha, which is what we haveta tell her about." She sighed. She was making very little sense. "Listen, Spot jist said ta talk to 'er, so that's what were doin'. We'll figure out what else ta do latah." Leaning back in her chair she pulled out a cigarette, lighting it up and taking a long drag. She hadn't had one since she heard about Spot, and couldn't remember the last time she needed one so bad.
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