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Post by Administrator on Apr 23, 2006 14:59:31 GMT -5
Chances are good you'll find Higgins here, this is where you place your bets.
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on Aug 19, 2006 21:36:16 GMT -5
Race gazed at the racing form for some time, considering all the odds. Approaching the counter, he slapped down a few coins. "Alright, I'll put two bits on numbah eight ta place, ten cents on five ta show, an' fifty on numbah six ta win, ya got it?" With a small nod from the man Race stepped back, looking back at the form for anything he could have missed.
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Post by hawkeye on Sept 8, 2006 13:10:48 GMT -5
"I'd say four's gonna win," Hawkeye leaned against the side of the booth, her arms folded and a small smirk on her face. "Thought I'd find ya here. I was jus' at the church over in Queens--long story. Listen, Jack came in ta talk ta Prince 'bout some theives or somethin', know anythin' 'bout 'em?" She shrugged, "Ya seem ta know what's goin' 'round this place. Figured I'd ask."
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on Sept 8, 2006 15:19:58 GMT -5
Racetrack grinned, turning from the counter and walking over to her. "Heya Hawk," he greeted, leaning against the wall beside her and pulling out a cigar. "Naw, I 'aven't hoid nuthin' 'bout it, cept they're tryin' ta get newsies ta join. Guess there's some pretty big money ta be made dare."
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Post by hawkeye on Sept 8, 2006 17:11:38 GMT -5
Hawkeye rolled her eyes, "Pfft, anything 's "big money" compared ta being a newsie." She raised her eyebrows, "Ya think ya gonna check 'em out?"
[Meh, short. Sorry.]
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on Sept 15, 2006 23:21:13 GMT -5
Race shook his head as he lit his cigar, taking a puff before he spoke. "Nah, Jack don' like the sound of it, an' he's usually right 'bout dese things, ya know?" he said, pulling out his pocket watch and checking the time until the race. "Whatta'bou you?"
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Post by hawkeye on Sept 16, 2006 13:38:04 GMT -5
She shrugged, "Hadn't been plannin' on it. If I were ta join a group like that, I'd make sure they weren't lettin' all of New Yawk know they exist." She slid down the side of the wall into a sitting position. Looking up at Race, she smirked, "Anyway, if I ever need money for anything, I'll jus' run inta you after a good day down here," she nodded toward the tracks.
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on Sept 20, 2006 20:12:47 GMT -5
"Ah I see how it is," he said, smirking down at her. "Well, I wouldn't count on it, 'aven't been comin' out ahead lately." Thinking for a moment he cocked an eyebrow at her. "Aren't you bettin'?"
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Post by hawkeye on Sept 20, 2006 21:09:26 GMT -5
Hawkeye shrugged, "Not unless some extra money appears in my pocket," she leaned her head back, "Still think four's gonna win," she grinned slightly, "Maybe you'll get lucky an' I'll be wrong."
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on Oct 2, 2006 22:13:29 GMT -5
"Hawk I'm always lucky," he said, rubbing his nails on his shirt cockily. He turned quickly as he heard the bell sound starting the race. Moving over to an open ledge he leaned over through a group of men, his cheers lost in the crowd of voices. As the horses crossed the finish line the crowd was a swell of sighs, curses, and shouts of joy. Race threw his betting stubs on the ground, stuffing his hands in his pockets and muttering under his breath as he walked back over to where Hawkeye was sitting. Taking a long drag on his cigar he avoided her gaze.
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Post by hawkeye on Oct 2, 2006 22:24:50 GMT -5
Hawkeye rolled her eyes at his attitude, but didn't say anything. She'd give him some snarky comment in return later. She remained seated when the bell rang (which wasn't a very bright decision, as she was suddenly surrounded by a stampede of eager betters [Er, is that a word?]), watching the crowd shout and cheer.
As Race returned, she smirked slightly; later seemed to come quite quickly these days.
"So.." she drawled, "You're always lucky?"
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on Oct 2, 2006 22:54:47 GMT -5
Race's frown turned into an impish grin, his eyes dancing as he removed his cigar from his mouth. "I wasn't talkin' 'bout with horses sweetheart," he said suggestively, attempting to hold in his laughter -- and failing.
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Post by hawkeye on Oct 3, 2006 19:58:33 GMT -5
Hawkeye eyed him warily. She smirked when he dissolved into laughter, "You know, I should really give you more credit as an actor, Race." She leaned her head back against the wall, looking up at him with an arched eyebrow.
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on Oct 3, 2006 21:43:39 GMT -5
He frowned at her stab at his pride, but it quickly returned to a smirk. Sticking his cigar back in his mouth he pushed himself off the wall and stood in front of her, holding his hand down in front of her where she sat. "Come on Hawk my deah, I got a few bits left, and ya seem ta got a t'ing for this..." he said, then sighing deeply he muttered under his breath as if it pained him to say, "Dat stinkin' numbah four won."
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Post by hawkeye on Oct 3, 2006 21:54:48 GMT -5
Hawkeye smirked [I've said it once, and I'll say it again--she's not very smiley, so she smirks. A lot!], "Told ya so." She took his hand and pulled herself to her feet, "My only request," she pulled her hat out of her pocket and pushed it on her head (good chance it was back wards, but...) before continuing, "Is that I'm not to blame if ya lose," she grinned, "So, whaddaya think for the next race?"
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