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Post by Racetrack Higgins on Oct 12, 2006 22:12:05 GMT -5
Race let out a gasp when she released him, not at all expecting that to happen. Regaining his senses he cleared his throat, straightening his hat on his head. Grinning slightly he put a hand on his chin in thought. "A bit, yeah," he said, giving her a large toothy grin as he placed his cigar back in his mouth. "Gee ya know Hawk I nevah took ya for the kinda gal that throws 'erself at men," he said, smirking again as he watched for her reaction from the corner of his eye.
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Post by hawkeye on Oct 12, 2006 22:26:21 GMT -5
Hawkeye shoved him to the side and walked ahead of him. She glanced back and sent him a smirk, "You really need to learn to watch your mouth, Race," she grinned slightly. The comment would have been offensive if it had come from someone else, but Race was too... well, he was Race, and by some standard, that made it no more than a joke.
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on Oct 12, 2006 22:38:05 GMT -5
Race gave an indignant scoff, putting a hand on his chest. "What'd I say?" he asked innocently, though an impish gleam shone in his eyes. As they neared the exit he put a hand on his stomach. "Ya know I nevah had any breakfast, ya wanna grab some lunch at Tibby's on da way back?"
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Post by hawkeye on Oct 12, 2006 22:45:55 GMT -5
Hawkeye shook her head, still grinning, "Only you, Race, only you." At the mention of Tibby's, she smirked, "Yeah, yeah, okay, but this doesn't count as some fantastic dinner, you know. I can head down to Tibby's anytime, bud."
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Post by Lukas Berg on Oct 21, 2006 21:37:49 GMT -5
((New Day))
Lukas milled around the betting booth attempting to sell papers. It was on of his rare ventures out of the Bronx or Manhattan. He assumed since the World wasn't distributed in Brooklyn he might have a better chance at selling - variety and all. He pestered the people in line trying to annoy them into buy papers. Selling really was never his strong point...
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Post by Dodger Samuels on Oct 21, 2006 22:28:55 GMT -5
Dodger was walking threw the booths, and taking a little bit of money here and there as he went. People were to busy hoping to win some money that they hardly paid all that much attention to the money they already had in their pockets.
He smirked as he saw Lukas, maybe it was about time to get his little vengence for the pond. After all, he wasn't a saint.
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Post by Lukas Berg on Oct 21, 2006 23:23:59 GMT -5
Lukas didn't notice Dodger. He was in his 'zone' accosting a young couple with his newspapers. He waved it about in there faces pretending he spoke poor English so they would get frustrated faster and pay him to leave. It was an advantage to knowing another language...sometimes. Eventually he got his way, the man irritated that Lukas was bothering his girl finally ripped the paper from his hands and tossed a penny at him. Lukas snickered and shoved the coin in his pants pocket.
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Post by Dodger Samuels on Oct 22, 2006 0:32:20 GMT -5
Dodger noticed his, 'target' so to speak, with a evil grin he picked the pocket of a rather intimidating looking bloke and then promptly walked behind Lukas, quiet as you could pleasem and dropped the watch onto Lukas's stack of papers. Whether or not the bloke found out that Lukas had it was of none of his concern really.
But there was always a possibility. Either way. Lukas got a stollen watch, and no one to blame but himself. With a smirk, Dodger whistled as he walked away.
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Post by Lukas Berg on Oct 22, 2006 2:27:00 GMT -5
It wasn't until Lukas was off bothering another intoxicated race patron when he discovered the watch sandwiched between two papers. He was prompt to ignore the stammering drunk and held the watch up by its chain in front of his own face.
"Was ist dieses?" He asked himself inspecting the intricate device that seemed to have materialized out of no where.
Before Lukas could even fully investigate his new treasure he was pushed against a wall and he let out one of his high pitched shrieks. The sudden force caused him to drop his papers and his hat fell over his eyes so he could not see his attacker. He squirmed and tried to wriggle away but he was being held back. "LET ME GO! SHOVE OFF!" Lukas yelled everything he could think of, expletives included.
His attacked breathed deeply, his rank breath caused Lukas to wrinkle up his nose, "Shut up ya little thief!" A hand met Lukas face and he closed his mouth, afraid of another blow.
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Post by Dodger Samuels on Oct 22, 2006 17:00:08 GMT -5
Dodger watched what was going on, and once he was satisfied Lukas had, had enough, he jumped into the fray, tugging the man off Lukas. Dodger was a tall, lad. And he wasnt' as big as the man but he was close.
"Now, Now mate, i watched ya drop it when you walked by, no need to take it out on my friend here," Dodger gave the man a fairly good shove, he plucked the watch from the ground and tossed it at him. "Take it and go, mate. Remember, the chains are made so they don't fall out of yer pocket.." Okay, so he couldn't help being an ass. It was in his nature.
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Post by Lukas Berg on Oct 22, 2006 17:40:19 GMT -5
Lukas fell on the ground when the man released him let out a yelp. He sat there rubbing his newly bruised cheek and banged up bony little body. Finally he focused on the scuffle, catching sight of Dodger. It was that wretched boy from the pond! Though he was grateful to have the bloke off him he narrowed his eyes at Dodger, he did not like that pompous "little" Brit. He willed the man to hit him too, seeing as how he never was able to get him with a rock after he was humiliated.
The man caught his watch and growled at Dodger. They were a fair match but he thought better of it, too public of a place. He simply hissed, "Watch it boy.." stuffed the watch into his pocket and glared back and forth between the two boys.
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Post by Dodger Samuels on Oct 23, 2006 1:38:20 GMT -5
Dodger raised his hands and gave the man a shove off motion. "Now, now, mate. You've got you're watch back, no harm done." He glanced back at Lukas and gave him a smirk. He figured they'd gotten off on the wrong foot in any case. Dodger couldn't help what he was, he found amusment at the expense of others but he tried to make right by it.
"Go on, leave my mate alone," Dodger narrowed his eyes a bit then gave the man a carefree smirk. Hell, he couldn't let this guy knock the tar out of Lukas, even if he'd made the mess, he'd clean it up.
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Post by Lukas Berg on Oct 23, 2006 2:02:48 GMT -5
Lukas stayed huddled on the ground, attempting to stay away from any fists that may fly. Sure it looked cowardly but this time he hadn't actually done or said anything to deserve a smack so there was no reason to sacrifice his well being. He tucked his knees up to his chin and glared at them both.
The bloke ground his teeth and gave Dodger a mighty shove. Dodger had grated against him too much just to stand and take it all. "I ain't yer 'mate' " He growled "an' this was yer friend 'ere's problem ta begin with!" He pointed a finger at Lukas' huddled mass which let out a squeak. With the same finger he jabbed Dodger in the chest with each word, "So don't be tellin' me what ta do!"
Lukas leaned forward and started to smirk, anticipating the possibility of Dodger getting a fist full.
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Post by Dodger Samuels on Oct 23, 2006 2:10:00 GMT -5
Dodger let the shove and just smirked, hell, he couldn't take this man out with a right hook, he was drunk enough he'd most likely fall over.
"Can't help how I speak, now can I?" Dodger said honestly, watching the man's finger jab into his chest. "That may be true but, what kind a friend would I be if I stood by and let you pound on a lad half you're size?" He raised a curious eyebrow, never one to take things lightly, Dodger knew when he was beat. "If you're gonna hit me, I suppose you might as well get on with it. I've got things to do today, mate."
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Post by Lukas Berg on Oct 23, 2006 12:36:01 GMT -5
"I AIN't THAT SMALL!" Lukas yelled back in protest. The man turned to glare down at him and Lukas quickly covered his mouth, angry that he drew attention to himself.
The man's attention went back to Dodger and he took his invitation. He swung a wide drunken arm and caught Dodger's shoulder. Lukas let out a gleeful squeal which again made the bloke look at him. He charged at Lukas, who screamed and started to crawl away. But the man got ahold of Lukas' ankle and pulled him back easily.
Lukas' grabbed the only thing withen reach, a newspaper, and started to beat the man's arms as he wailed.
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admin loves me - but then again who doesn't ? *cocky Lukas smile*
