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Post by spotconlon on May 18, 2006 21:24:29 GMT -5
"Fair enough- I wonder whea'h we can have the service, being that the church is in Queens..." Spot said thinking out loud
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 19, 2006 8:44:15 GMT -5
Red, who was sitting on the arm of a chair, being oddly quiet, raised his head a little. "I think we should have it heah, leadah. Spike lived heah, this was his home. We should throw it ourselves, he would have...liked dat i think."
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Post by fancy on May 19, 2006 8:45:15 GMT -5
Fancy looked from Red to Spot and nodded.
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Post by spotconlon on May 19, 2006 14:25:14 GMT -5
Spot shrugged, "Dats fine wit me, but if it was in da church den a proper person could do da service. And it could be like....neutral ground-udda newsies could come"
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 19, 2006 14:27:39 GMT -5
"I can see if we can have a cease-fire for dat day." He said with his head in his hands. "Cant gurantee anything though."
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Post by spotconlon on May 19, 2006 14:30:46 GMT -5
Spot thought for a moment, "What if I..talked to Prince, den we could be safe. And I could find TipOff and he could alert everyone else?"
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 19, 2006 14:34:15 GMT -5
He nodded, "Dat would work, assuming she goes along with it." He had a feeling Prince would, after all, who could deny a right to burying the dead?
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Post by spotconlon on May 19, 2006 14:35:03 GMT -5
"Alright den, I'm off to have a talk wit Prince... Take youa'h goil home wuddya? or ya gunna make her walk?" Spot smiled playfully
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 19, 2006 14:37:00 GMT -5
Rolling his eyes, Red stuck his tongue out at the Brooklyn leader. Childish, but effective. He grinned and gently took a hold of Fancy's hand, realizing that for what might have been the first time, SPot had said 'goil' first, instead of 'broad.'
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on May 22, 2006 13:18:03 GMT -5
((New day))
Ace let himself into the lodging house. "OY! MIDGET!" He called, a grin on his face. "I need ta talk wit cha!"
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Post by spotconlon on May 22, 2006 14:45:29 GMT -5
Spot looked up, scowling. He hated being called midget. Red was one thing, but lordy, now Ace. Spot stood up slowly, he was already in a bad mood, Ace better not want anything.
"Hiya Ace, no need for yellin. What can I do ya for?"
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on May 22, 2006 14:46:08 GMT -5
"Have you seen Fancy? I need to talk to her." He looked worried, "She said she was coming here, and i've already looked everywhere else."
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Post by spotconlon on May 22, 2006 14:47:54 GMT -5
Spot sighed, that girl needed a leash. "Nah, haven't seen 'er. Why?" Spot inquired curiously.
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on May 22, 2006 14:49:03 GMT -5
He blinked, "But..." A sort of realization hit him and he almost fell into a chair. "She wouldn't....She cant..." His eyes were wide as he looked up at Spot, "God...Tell me she wouldnt....Spot, tell me she wouldn't dare..."
((why am i getting a kick out of writing such a confused Ace? ^_^))
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Post by spotconlon on May 22, 2006 14:50:19 GMT -5
((hehe))
Spot scowled once again-he didn't like being left out of the loop. At all.
"What wouldn't she dare?" Spot asked, demanding this time.
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