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Post by scaper on Aug 14, 2006 15:48:30 GMT -5
"Yeah, yeah I get it. But how do I know you'll keep your end of the bargain?"
So no cops, whatever these Racket people were up to, they weren't ones to joke with, and Carter finally got that.
"I don't want her hurt...or the baby." It was always better to be safe, even if he thought the baby was just a ploy.
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Post by nick on Aug 14, 2006 16:03:36 GMT -5
Nicholas nodded. "...fair enough. Once a week you get a minute to talk to her on the phone. A Minute." He smirked. "And we'll call you...don't try to contact us or I cut her off completely."
"Sound fair?" He put emphasis on the word. It wasn't a question.
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Post by scaper on Aug 14, 2006 16:14:40 GMT -5
"I guess it'll do, you can just contact me here." What else could he say? At least he would get to talk to her. He had already decided that he was going to try to get her back. Except he didn;t know anything about these people and what they were caplable fo, so he'd have to be careful.
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Post by nick on Aug 14, 2006 16:17:06 GMT -5
"Oh yes..we'll try here or your apartment, Carter." He smirked. "We do know where you live."
With that, he flicked his cigarette on the floor, walking out the door. "Have a great day!"
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Post by scaper on Aug 14, 2006 16:24:03 GMT -5
When the man had left he collapsed in the chair behind him, his head in his hands. It was happening to fast, the day had been good too. Well as good as it could have gotten and now his life was crumbling around him. His sister was gone and some dark haired pretty boy had his girlfriend...and his child. No! Arianette would have told him. He couldn't trust her if the man wasn't bluffing, he didn't seem like a man to bluff. He decided to head back upstairs to fill Red in, and actually, ask him for help.
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Post by Collin Russiani on Sept 4, 2006 20:58:30 GMT -5
((New Day))
Red was in one of his fine little tempers. Slamming the door shut, he covered his face with one hand, the other clutching his bag to him. Now what? He was pretty sure Spot wouldn't mind if he stayed at the lodging house, and who knows...Maybe it would be better that way. Carter and him mixed well most of the time, but there were times when they...just didn't.
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Post by fletcherthoms on Sept 4, 2006 21:16:07 GMT -5
As if on cue, a door down the hall opened, emiting a whole lot of light and outlining the figure who opened said door. Stepping farther into the hall, Fletcher tipped the brim of his hat up a bit, half-exposing his face. "Oh...Hiya Red! Jus' comin' t' getcha, actually.. Wes wond'rin' if ya'd like t' go for a beer or somehting.." He chuckled, rubbing at his nose a bit. "Though.. given th' look on yer face, I'd say that would've been a 'no'."
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Post by Collin Russiani on Sept 4, 2006 21:18:07 GMT -5
Red sighed as he looked up, half leaning against the wall. "Hey...and not right now. I just want to..." He shook his head and pulled his bag over his shoulder. "I gotta get ovah ta Brooks, anyway. Whatcha doin out here?" He raised an eyebrow.
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Post by fletcherthoms on Sept 4, 2006 21:26:55 GMT -5
Fletcher lifted a shoulder in a half shrug. "Just commin' in search of a drinkin' partner." he chuckled, shaking his head. "Y'sure ye'd be able t' get to Brooklyn, friend? You don't look so good.."
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Post by Collin Russiani on Sept 5, 2006 18:37:27 GMT -5
Red sighed, "I dunno, really." It was odd for him to admit anything was wrong, and he bit his lip, smiling a bit. "Tell ya what....Help me ta Brooks and we'll see how i am on the way there....might get sidetracked for dat drink o' yours." His eyes glittered.
Part Irish, and part Italian, and neither of them were known to turn down drinks.
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Post by fletcherthoms on Sept 7, 2006 21:41:10 GMT -5
"Ne'r heard a better deal in my life, lad." He smiled, walking pace for pace with his friend down the hall and out the door.
The two were half a block down the street when a body came flying out of the mouth of an alley. With a rock in hand, said body soared over a crouching Fletcher, and clipped Red on the back of the head as momentum carried him out into the street.
As a now very much unconscious Red's knees buckled, Fletcher caught him with a muffled 'oomff' of effort and stood. "Well, sorry, Red lad." he muttered, starting off down the street. "Had to do it, mate," Shrugging, he adjusted his grip so that Red wouldn't fall and plotted a course for the Queens headquarters, carrying his friend like a princess would be by her knight in shining armour.
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