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Post by Administrator on Oct 16, 2006 21:21:15 GMT -5
The cells have barred windows that face this dank alley, and if your quiet enough you may get to sneak in a visit....
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Post by Smalls on Oct 19, 2006 17:30:47 GMT -5
Smalls neared the alley, the night shadows allowing her and Lucky plenty of cover. Heaving a deep sigh she stopped, leaning her back up against the cold brick of the building. "Alright," she stood looking at the sky, collecting her senses. "Stay heah an' keep ya eyes open, anyone comes nosin' around, soak 'em. If ya need any help jist holler, alright?" She wasn't saying she didn't think Lucky could handle herself, but she was realistic, and knew neither her nor Lucky alone we any match for the majority of men in this city.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Oct 19, 2006 17:38:35 GMT -5
Lucky nodded her head at Smalls, knowing this was going to be messy. Her eyes shifted in the shadows. "Aye," she whispered, furrowing her brow a bit. "Tell Conlon I said hi."Her eyes narrowed, she'd managed to grab a broken table leg in an alley along the way, giving her some kind of weapon. Truly, if anything really happened to Spot, Alley Cat was as dead as a doornail.
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Post by Smalls on Oct 19, 2006 17:59:48 GMT -5
She gave her friend a small nod before turning and slipping into the alley. With the light from the street lamp completely gone, she had a hard time finding her way without tripping over garbage and crates. Finally she saw the small barred window and attempted to peek in but, of course, not even her tip toes allowed for enough height. Sighing she climbed up on a nearby crate, and leaning over to peer inside the cell, she spoke in a barely audible whisper. "Pssst, Conlon, you in theah?"
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Post by spotconlon on Oct 19, 2006 18:38:41 GMT -5
Spot had been sitting on the craptaciular bunk that was his bed, smoking a cigarette.
Only thing that was deadly about prison, so far, was the horrible food and the unending boredum.
Hearing a voice he stood up on the bunk, just barely able to see outside and the face of the girl there.
"Hey!" He said quietly, a little shocked. News had traveled fast...but no one but that kid had seen him being taken... "Howdja know I was here checking out the free digs?"
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Post by Smalls on Oct 20, 2006 0:25:37 GMT -5
She snorted lightly at his comment, grabbing hold of the bars for balance on her perch. "Sneaks. He's 'hattan, he uh, gave me ya cane," she said somewhat cautiously, hoping he wouldn't be upset... she knew how much he loved that thing.
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Post by spotconlon on Oct 20, 2006 0:43:06 GMT -5
Spot smirked a bit. "I'd be mad if ya didn't have it." He chuckled. He knew Smalls, out of every one of his Brooklyn kids, would take care of it.
"Glad one of Jack's idiot kids had the smarts ta get it to tha goil I want ta lead while I'm gone." He had never really considered anyone else. Smalls had been with him the longest, and she was the only one he could really trust to keep Brooklyn in line until he could get out.
He spit in his hand and stuck it out the bars as best he could.
"Shake on it?"
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Post by Smalls on Oct 20, 2006 1:00:39 GMT -5
Gulping, she let go of the bar and spit in her own hand, grasping his firmly. "Shore thing Spot," she said, attempting to sound confident. She'd really come to find Spot so she could figure out who he wanted her to give the cane to, who was second in command. Pulling her hand back through she again grasped the bar. "So," she began, a smirk audible in her voice. "Whaddya in for?"
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Post by spotconlon on Oct 20, 2006 1:10:25 GMT -5
Spot snorted. "Giving a certain goil we know what she deserved."
He shrugged. "Adult terms, attempted moirder. They wont listen when I said I was doin' da woild a fava..." He chuckled a bit.
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Post by Smalls on Oct 20, 2006 1:17:39 GMT -5
She laughed lightly, nodding her head. "They's obviously not met 'er," she said dryly, but the first part of what he said slowly began to sink in.
Attempted murder.
She sat silent for a moment, then spoke in a tone not many were aware she was capable of. She sounded scared. "You're. . . you are gettin' out. . right?"
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Post by spotconlon on Oct 20, 2006 1:25:23 GMT -5
Spot smirked, but it wasnt as strong as they usually were.
"Yeah...one way or another." He sighed a bit. "I kinda dont want to make a break for it unless I get formally charged."
He shook his head, he knew he probably would be. He just really was adverse to the idea of breakin' out unless he knew somethin' big was over his head. The idea of lookin' over his shoulder all the time didn't appeal to him.
"Razor's gotta get out sooner tho."
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Post by Smalls on Oct 20, 2006 11:13:05 GMT -5
"Razah's in heah too?" she asked, leaning her head against the brick. "Poifect."
"So when they gonna decide ya fate? I mean how long ya gonna be . . ." She paused, thinking of the best way to say what she really meant. "Ya know, those bastards are still aftah me. ." She knew she sounded like a wimp, but hey, she was small and she knew it, and if they did decide to come after her, she kinda liked the idea of her leader being there.
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Post by spotconlon on Oct 20, 2006 11:34:49 GMT -5
Spot growled a bit. Damn Raconteurs. "They ain't gonna getcha, Smalls. I promise."
Yeah spot..promisin' things ya can't keep if your in jail...
"I hate to say it, but go tell Prince or Jack what happened. They'll fill you in on what's goin' on." He snorted. "Cause I don't know how long its gonna be." He smirked a bit. "That lap dog Trigger will help ya out too."
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Post by Smalls on Oct 20, 2006 11:44:17 GMT -5
She chuckled lightly at what he said about Trigger. "Shore yeah, I'll head ta Queens," she said with a small nod, though it was probably not visible in the dark. Hopping down from her crate she stopped, glancing back up at the window. "Ya need anythin' else? Anyone ya need to talk to?"
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Post by spotconlon on Oct 20, 2006 11:46:47 GMT -5
Spot shrugged. "No. Maybe Tigger...but that's it." He smirked a bit. "Take care o' yourself Smalls...dontcha worry. I'll be out soon."
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