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Post by spotconlon on Oct 18, 2006 16:21:10 GMT -5
Spot shrugged and nodded. "Dats the breaks...then ya need to get out ooner than me."
He raised an eyebrow, lighting himself another cigarette. "And when you get out...should you even stay here?"
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Post by razor on Oct 18, 2006 16:30:08 GMT -5
"Im not leavin you or Brooks, Spot." He said it so firmly he surprised himself. "This is my home...And hell if a few cops are going to make me leave." He was determined on this, he realized. "And no, not really - you need to get out and take care of Brooks. The Raconteurs are still on the loose."
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Post by spotconlon on Oct 18, 2006 17:18:30 GMT -5
Spot nodded. "I know I know..." He growled and paced. "The cops should be dealing with them, not us. But of course...poor girl gets hurt...they come after us."
He snorted. "If they only knew Alley...they'd be congradulatin' me..."
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Post by razor on Oct 18, 2006 18:19:18 GMT -5
Razor managed a small smirk. "Of course." He ran a hand through his hair, sighing. "Did you guys decided to do anything about it yet?" He asked lightly. Leader business was rarely shared, but maybe for him, Spot would tell him what was going on. That was a big maybe.
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Post by spotconlon on Oct 18, 2006 18:25:08 GMT -5
Spot nodded. "Yeah. We have an idea." But that was all Razor was getting out of him.
"I hope that damn kid who took my cane is one of us...I'm getting that back if it kills me."
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Post by razor on Oct 18, 2006 18:26:52 GMT -5
He hadn't thought so. Whatever...Didn't really matter.
"Someone took your cane?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. That cane hadn't been out of Spot Conlon's hands in....god.... Quite a while.
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Post by spotconlon on Oct 18, 2006 18:30:04 GMT -5
Spot nodded, taking a long drag.
"Yeah....chestnut hair...snarky smallish fellow...not one of my kids..." He shrugged. "Better than that pic Carter having it."
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Post by razor on Oct 18, 2006 21:05:17 GMT -5
"Yah." He agreed, taking a drag of the cigarette. He wasnt too sure who that was...there were a few around who could fit that, but whatever. "Im soah you'll be able to get it back, in any case, Spot."
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Post by spotconlon on Oct 18, 2006 21:41:15 GMT -5
Spot shrugged. "I better." That's all he'd say.
"So...how do you...get out of a place like this, Razor?" He finished his second cigarette.
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Post by razor on Oct 18, 2006 21:45:12 GMT -5
"By being smart, crafty, and just a little sneaky." He looked Spot up and down, finishing his cigarette. "I'd say you'll be fine."
Seriously, his eyes were warning Spot, they had no idea if anyone was watching or listening in. That was the last thing they needed.
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Post by scaper on Oct 19, 2006 13:32:53 GMT -5
Clarence came back in with Richard.
"You take Razor to cell 2 and I'll take Spot to cell 1."
He had wanted them separated to lessen the chances of them breaking out or scheming together. They would see one another once a week, but that couldn't be helped.
"Come on Conlon." he said, as if he were bored.
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Post by spotconlon on Oct 19, 2006 14:46:20 GMT -5
Spot rolled his eyes. "Yeahyeah...my own private cell? Lucky me!" He snorted and followed Clarence.
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Post by razor on Oct 19, 2006 14:51:55 GMT -5
"Whoo boy." Razor said in mock tones of enthusiasm, getting to his feet and letting Richard lead him away.
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