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Post by spotconlon on May 18, 2006 14:59:12 GMT -5
"You leave Slingshot outta dis, dont be mad at her just cuz she aint acting like a pansy. Now I've told you how we can make money, we can get papes in Queens.....we just gotta be careful. Would like foa'h me to repete dat again?"
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Post by gamble on May 18, 2006 15:04:56 GMT -5
"I.Already.Agreed.With.That.About.a.billion.times. Would you like me to repeat that?" She mocked, arching an eyebrow. "I ain't bein' a pansy. I just disagreed with soakin' someone for no reason. If they don't mess with us, why should we mess with them? And I got every right to be mad at Slingshot. Sayin' I might betray Brooklyn. It's her fault we got into this arguement anyway."
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Post by spotconlon on May 18, 2006 15:07:39 GMT -5
Spot yawned, Gamble was boring him. "Why should we mess with them...HMMMMMMMMM LET ME THINK!!! O yeah, I know now, because the sided with the burough that killed Spike. And its not Slingshots fault. Lordy" Spot rolled his eyes dramatically.
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Post by scrap on May 18, 2006 15:09:50 GMT -5
Scrap raised an eyebrow at the girl. He assumed she must have been here a long time to be able to talk to Spot that way.
He decided to interrupt the fight, and hopefully end it. "So am I in or what?" he asked, approaching Spot.
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Post by spotconlon on May 18, 2006 15:10:56 GMT -5
"Obviously, we could use a few more kids like yourself!" Spot said greatfully at the newcommer.
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Post by gamble on May 18, 2006 15:11:03 GMT -5
"Shouldn't that mean we should take it out on their LEADER? ... Oh. It's not her fault? Why? Because she sucks up to you and worships the ground you walk on. Please." Gamble snorted ands hook her head slightly.
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Post by spotconlon on May 18, 2006 15:14:00 GMT -5
"Well dearest Gamble, while you were off doing...well whatever you were doing, I was trying to figure things out with Jack. Unfortuantly, he didn't want to come to any sort of agreement, however you are more the welcome to go to 'hatten. In fact, do go. Please. I could get rid of me headache. Anyhow as far as Slingshot goes, I dont want my newsies fighting. You wanna fight wit me? Fine. Not wit her. And I'd say da same to hoir."
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Post by gamble on May 18, 2006 15:19:05 GMT -5
"I didn't say I wanted to go to 'Hattan. You're twisting my words, just for the sake of arguement. Like I said, I just wanted to know how we was gonna make money. You answered my question. I think what your idea about going in groups is a good idea. Can we drop this stupid arguement now?"
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Post by rusty on May 18, 2006 15:43:26 GMT -5
Rusty was amazed. He, like Scrap, was surprised anyone would speak this way to such a great, well-known leader. He looked at Gamble with immediate distrust, but wished they would stop fighting. "Ahem" he said, interupting, "Names Rusty, just got outa da slammer, and fightin is one of me favorie things to do." He said grinning
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Post by fancy on May 18, 2006 18:35:29 GMT -5
Fancy flinched, she still hadn't dug up enough courage to fully leave the lodgin house. "Gamble... Step off.. for the last time...." she turned back and went over to Gamble. As she past her she leaned into her friend "Gamble, do you have a death wish?" she hissed, as a warning and not a threat....
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Post by spotconlon on May 18, 2006 20:59:02 GMT -5
Spot looked at Gamble, "You started dis damn argument. And yous right, it is a good idea." he said grinning proudly. "Alright moving on wit buisness, Rusty, welcome aboard, go find yoa'h self a bunk. Fancy, would you like an escort back to the Bronx? And anudda ting, we ought to have a funeral, seems proper doncha think?"
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Post by fancy on May 18, 2006 21:10:10 GMT -5
Fancy looked at him for a moment "Ummm sure..." she stared at her feet. "A funeral is a good idea..."
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Post by gamble on May 18, 2006 21:14:12 GMT -5
Gable grumbled to herself and rubbed her temples. She did not start this arguement. Slingshot was the one who started freaking out when she asked a simple questiona and Spot was giving her a headache.
She felt a a tiny bit bad for argueing. Gamble was suprised she actually got away with talking to Spot like that. But, when someone got her going, it took forever for her to stop. She starts speaking without thinking about it. It's a curse.
"I'm goin' out for awhile.." She mumbled, starting towards the door. Gamble figured no one would care anyway. She stuffed her hands in her pockets after walking outside.
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Post by spotconlon on May 18, 2006 21:16:41 GMT -5
"If yous is goin in the direction of Bronx, do ya wanna walk with Fancy? Oh, and you will be back for the funeral." Spot said the last part as an order, she may talk back to him usually-but this was serious.
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Post by gamble on May 18, 2006 21:22:07 GMT -5
Gamble shook her head. "I have no idea where I'se goin'. Don't think I should take Fancy with just in case I run into trouble." She stated. "And yeah. I'l be back for the funeral." Gamble wasn't THAT cold hearted.
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