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Post by Dodger Samuels on Oct 23, 2006 15:04:04 GMT -5
Dodger jerked back with the force of the blow and rolled his eyes at Lukas, this lad was more trouble then he was worth. But seeing as how Dodger had caused the mess he turned around and grabbed the man by the collar, landing a solid left hook on the side of the man's head.
He rolled his eyes at Lukas and seriously considered letting the man pound him, for no other reason then he had a mouth on him. He grabbed Lukas by the coat and hauled him to his feet, "Might as well run inteada curling up like a beat dog," Dodger said, his eyes hardening. It was a strange look to see on Dodger's face, he was getting irritated. Drunks had a tendancy to ride on his nerves, and Lukas, well, they didnt' have a good history thus far.
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Post by Lukas Berg on Oct 24, 2006 1:41:57 GMT -5
The blow to the man was too much for the drunken man's body. He toppled over holding his head which was now pounding even more than before. He moaned and cursed, rocking around on the ground.
Fear crossed Lukas' eyes when Dodger looked at him. He was being held by his collar by this kid that one minute seemed to be helping but the other just being a down right ass. The fear turned to instantaneous rage in the matter of seconds. "I ain't a dog ya stupid jerk!" And with the tip of his boot his kicked Dodger's shin, hard. At that point he took Dodger's word and started to weave his way into a crowd of people to make an escape, no need to stand around and have two people jump ya.
The man at this point was clambering back to his feet, shaking his head in attempts to makes his eyes focus properly.
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Post by Dodger Samuels on Oct 24, 2006 6:14:13 GMT -5
Dodger narrowed his eyes and took a wild swing, sending th man sprawling before he streightened his coat and went after Lukas. They needed to get some things squared away before Dodger actually did lose his temper.
The kid was quick, but Dodger caught up with him in no time, grabbing him by the collar. "We need to set some things straight, mate." He wasn't angry, not at all really. He was more amused, he didn't like having enemies. They always seemed to muddy up a good day, so he tried to make square with all the people that hated him. Just so they were on the same page, let alone in the same book.
"First of all, I dont' understand where all this hostility is comin from, mate. Second of all, ya may not be a dog, but I've seen em curl up like that after bein beat, and only a bloke used ta gettin' swatted around takes that kind of position.." He narrowed his eyes a bit, wanting the kid to understand. Sure, he was an ass. But he wasnt' a bad guy.
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Post by Lukas Berg on Oct 24, 2006 19:00:05 GMT -5
Lukas was stopped short by Dodger grasping his collar, slightly chocking him. He tightened his face and glowered up at his nemesis as he was chastised. When Dodger finished his speech Lukas huffed for a moment then literally spat out (making sure each hard syllable shot slobber into his face), "Are ya forgettin' ya started the damn hostility in da park, Brit?!" He pushed at Dodger's hand trying to get him to let go. "Shove off! I didn't want yer help an' I dun wanna hear ya preach now!" Lukas was frustrated now and in one quick movement bit Dodger's forearm.
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Post by Dodger Samuels on Oct 25, 2006 10:12:40 GMT -5
Dodger yelped and let the kid go, his eyes flared in an almost dangerous instant. He looked like he was ready to beat the snot out of Lukas but he snarled instead, "Ya want a sermon, talk to a precher! I was just trying ta square things off, but suppose you've got nothin better to do then fight with a bloke you don't even know."
Saying that he snorted, not even moving to wipe the slobber from his face. "You ain't even worth my time anyway, don't know why I bother with blokes like you. Make it hard for the rest of us to save face. Bloody idiot.. " His eyes darkened to an eerie blue as he spoke. "You want an enemy mate, you'll have to look elsewhere. I don't play games like that." Saying nothing more, grumbling to himself, he turned on his heal and dissapeared into the crowed.
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Post by Lukas Berg on Oct 25, 2006 13:48:25 GMT -5
Lukas watched him go, fixing the collar on his coat. "Fahr zur Hölle!" His glare slowly melted away into a grin now that Dodger had disappeared. He proceeded to do somewhat of at little victory dance then squatted to pick up what papers of his weren't destroyed or stolen.
It was funny, he'd run into the guy twice, hated his guts, but didn't even know what his name was. And even more ironically, Lukas had no idea that Dodger had planted the watch on him..
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admin loves me - but then again who doesn't ? *cocky Lukas smile*