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Post by razor on Aug 27, 2006 16:32:49 GMT -5
"Just a small argument. I broke the door." Razor was nice and calm until Spot went into what was going on and the idea to send them a message. It couldn't be....It better not...
"A group?" If it was who he thought he was, his hands were tied.
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Post by spotconlon on Aug 27, 2006 16:35:44 GMT -5
Spot snorted. "Yeah a group." It wasn't normal for Razor to question...and he seemed agitated.
"The Raconteurs. Some Patrick Darcy. Want to get my kids thevin'." He added. "Didn't even know who the f--...hadn't heard of me." That had burned him more than anything.
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Post by razor on Aug 27, 2006 16:38:52 GMT -5
"I wouldn't expect them to." Razor murmurred almost to himself. Most of the people in Brooks knew Spot, Razor and Blade on site. The younger one were excused, but the adults had no excuse.
The raconteurs. His girl. DAMN them. His eyes flashed, but he forced himself to shake his head. "i cant take this one, leadah."
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Post by spotconlon on Aug 27, 2006 16:44:03 GMT -5
Spot's eyes closed to slits as Razor refused them. They were friends, but they also worked for him. ...he better have a damn good excuse.
"...Excuse me. What do you mean you can't take this?" The cane went still in his hand, his knuckles white from the grip.
Razor was on dangerous ground. He better plan his next words wisely.
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Post by razor on Aug 27, 2006 16:47:51 GMT -5
"Im involved." He said calmly, knowing what he was doing. He was refusing the one he had sworn to never refuse. He was on precarious ground and had to walk carefully or he was going to fall.
"I cant take this, because im involved too closely. Leadah, they have my goil." He licked his dry lips, "Im not going to put her in danger for a few of your newsies." There. He said it. But it was the truth.
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Post by spotconlon on Aug 27, 2006 16:53:33 GMT -5
Spot's jaw was set. "...Goil?...who the hell are you with?"
"...My newsies are more important than one goil." His eye twitched, his grip becoming even tighter on his cane. "...newsies from Brooklyn might I add. Those you are sworn to protect."
His patience was near gone. Anyone else would have already gotten a sound soaking.
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Post by razor on Aug 27, 2006 16:58:31 GMT -5
Razor's eyes narrowed, "The goil im with is Flanna, and to me she is more important then your newsies. Yes, even those from Brooklyn." He was overstepping the line, but he didn't care. "Brooklyn can go up in flames, and you along with it, if it means she'll be safe. And you know what? I'd do it myself to protect her."
Okay....he hadn't meant to say that.
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Post by spotconlon on Aug 27, 2006 17:05:52 GMT -5
"FLANNA? That b*tch?!" ...Flanna, the girl who had fought him, the snit of a Queens girl. God. Anyone but her.
......Razor did not just say what he said. That Brookyln be damned...him...all for a girl.
In a flash, Spot swung his cane at Razor's head, with his full force backed by rage.
No one says those things to him.
No one.
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Post by razor on Aug 27, 2006 17:10:54 GMT -5
Razor didn't get his arm up fast enough. Staggering to the side, he hit the wall and slid to his knees. He had a split second of staring up at Spot before he fell to the side, out cold, blood staining the side of his hair, his face and his shirt.
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Post by spotconlon on Aug 27, 2006 17:18:17 GMT -5
Spot snorted, wiping his cane off on Razor's shirt. Maybe when the kid woke up, he'd have come to his senses.
Or he was out of Brooklyn. He didn't care how good of friends they were.
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Post by razor on Aug 27, 2006 17:32:19 GMT -5
Razor moaned when he woke, his head throbbing. What had.... oh yah. His face was red as he struggled to his knees, stomach protesting the movement. He swallowed back his nausea and closed his eyes. The moving around was making his head spin.
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Post by blade on Aug 27, 2006 17:35:31 GMT -5
Blade came home from work, to...well...Razor bleeding on his knees. "...what the hell happened, Razor?" Clearly his brother was having problems. THe door, the Raconteurs...now he had gotten his head bashed in.
Great. Juust great.
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Post by razor on Aug 27, 2006 17:37:01 GMT -5
He shook his head weakly, eyes closed. "I really messed up, Blade." He was distancing himself from his brother. "I really did...im such an idiot." He didn't regret what he said, for it was true. But he should have known better then to push Spot over like he had.
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Post by blade on Aug 27, 2006 17:38:57 GMT -5
"..that still didn't tell me what you did." He kneeled next to his brother, grabbing a ragg and wiping some of the blood away. "Who did this to you?"
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Post by razor on Aug 27, 2006 17:41:12 GMT -5
"Spot." He opened his eyes, and they were pain filled. But not from the wound to his head. "I completely insulted our leadah." He groaned and hung his head.
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