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Post by fancy on May 16, 2006 21:23:46 GMT -5
"GAMBLE!" Fancy shreicked "Step off would ya?" she had a head ache and Gambles insecent yelling was making it worse, besides there was no need to shout at poor SlingShot...
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Post by newsiesonamission on May 16, 2006 21:34:48 GMT -5
SlingShot stood once again. "What, so know we are gonna fight wid each other. You guys! We have always backed Brooklyn 100 percent before, so what's different about this? So you won't get your money! What eva stopped most a ya from stealin'? " She glared around the room, especially at Gamble. "Now, right here and right now is the time to make a choice. And your choice could mean the difference between victory and defeat for Brooklyn. So what's it gonna be?" She stayed standing, waiting for the others to respond, waiting for someone to back her on this one.
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Post by gamble on May 16, 2006 21:42:51 GMT -5
Gamble rolled her eyes. She hated.. no.. loathed stealing. Why? She does have morals. Gamble hates having to stoop low enough to steal from someone. And it hurts her pride knowing she can't even afford to feed herself.
"Well who died and made you queen?" She mumbled and leaned back against the wall. Slingshot was really getting on her nerves. It wasn't that she wasn't backing up Brooklyn. She had no problem with that. She just needed money.
"We could steal FOOD. But where we'se gonna stay? If we ain't got money, we can't pay to stay here. And for the billionth time. I.Said.I.Support.Brooklyn.Christ!" She glared at Slingshot again and crossed her arms.
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Post by slinks on May 16, 2006 22:09:40 GMT -5
"Oi, 'ey, mates, calm 't down, ye heaer!" Standing from her chair, Slinks glared at both SlingShot and Gamble. "Sling, fer all yer preachin' yer ferge'in' somethin'. We figh' each other, we're's good 's dead off th' nose. We steal, we're's good 's dead off th' nose." Eyes hard behind her glasses, she shook her head sadly. "'F Brooklyn 's reduced t' stealin' food from 'ts people, Sling, we duna deserve t' be 'ear. Ye'd know tha' if ye mean' yer sermon. Now," Seeing the look on SlingShot's face, her voice came out as a snap. "If ye go on an' tell me tha' I ain' Broo'lyn fer sayin' tha', well then by Mary mother of God, so hel' me, I'll hit ye. I belong t' this fam'ly jus' as much as ye do."
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Post by newsiesonamission on May 16, 2006 22:33:35 GMT -5
SlingShot glared at her. "Then why are there people in this room only thinking of themselves? And are you going to lecture me and not say a word ta Gamble ova there?", she demanded, indicating her head towards Gamble.
SlingShot turned to Spot for support. "Spot... What do YOU think?"
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Post by slinks on May 16, 2006 22:55:17 GMT -5
"Yes, Spo', wha' DO ye 'ave t' say t' this?" She said calmly, seriously. It was taking a chance, speaking to him like this. But. This, frankly, was getting up her nose. She'd been talking to Gamble just as much as she'd been talking to SlingShot. All the drama, had been expected.
From one of the other boroughs.
Brooklyn was a sollomn, serious borough when it came to these things - Loyalty wasn't a question, and never should have been. If they weren't loyal, why were they in Brooklyn? Enough said.
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Post by gamble on May 16, 2006 23:05:49 GMT -5
"What is this? National Piss-Gamble-Off day? Just because I don't want to steal doesn't make me any less of a Brooklynite than you, Miss Brooklyn." Gamble rolled her eyes.
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 17, 2006 3:20:39 GMT -5
"Dat is quite enough." Red snapped, suddenly standing in the midde of them, eyes flashing emerald fire. "All of you are going to stop right this minute. Gamble, quite baiting Slinks, Slinks quite baiting Gamble."
He held up a hand to cut off any retorts, "and for God's SAKE, stop fighting like this. We're a family, are we not? Family does NOT argue and throw temper tantrum's like children when they cant get their way."
"But where we'se gonna stay? If we ain't got money, we can't pay to stay here."
Looking around at all of them, he did a mental head count. It would hurt, but it wouldn't kill him per se. "Don't worry about the money thing at the beginning." He said loudly, so everyone could hear, "I can take care of us for a bit."
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Post by fancy on May 17, 2006 8:42:38 GMT -5
Fancy stared at him. She knew he was trying to be the hero again, but she also knew that he couldn't afford to take care of everyone for more than a couple of days, maybe a week at most. She gave him a 'are you sure?' kind of look and leaned back against the wall. She sighed "If its any help at all, i could get a different job to help you guys out..." she offered.
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Post by spotconlon on May 17, 2006 11:44:44 GMT -5
Spot stood up and slammed his hand on a near by table. "Wese is fightin wit Hatten and Queens, we dont need to be fighten amongst ou'selves." He grunted. "Now yous is free to find different jobs, wha'eva, dat ain't important to me. But if you continue to sell papes, like I plan on doin', all we need to do is travel togetha, no going places by youselves. We show up in Queens to get papes togedda, dea'h wont be no trouble. "
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Post by newsiesonamission on May 17, 2006 14:27:03 GMT -5
SlingShot was unsure about this. "You sure Spot?"
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Post by spotconlon on May 17, 2006 14:48:13 GMT -5
Spot grinned at Slingshot reassuringly and said, "Do ya think those wussies from Queens would try to mess wit mor'a den one of us?"
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Post by newsiesonamission on May 17, 2006 15:09:54 GMT -5
SlingShot grinned back. "Nah! We Brooklyns are undefeatable!". She stood and surveyed the rest of the room, wondering what the outcome would be.
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Post by spotconlon on May 17, 2006 16:52:22 GMT -5
"Dats right!" Spot stood up suddenly ready for action, "In fact a good soakin or two might knock some sense into dose crazy Queenies."
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Post by newsiesonamission on May 17, 2006 17:11:12 GMT -5
Spot's jump into action spurred SlingShot. She stood and walked to stand next to spot. "YEAH!", she shouted! "Let's soak 'em good!"
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