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Post by fancy on Jun 8, 2006 18:39:36 GMT -5
Fancy shrugged. "Usually Monday, Wednesday and Saturday... but it really depends..." she sighed. "I don't mind if you come... but don't go inviting a whole load of people to come alright?" she was basically pleading him to preserve her dignity.
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Post by spotconlon on Jun 8, 2006 22:13:04 GMT -5
Spot was taking his usual way home from the docks through Prospect Park. Usually it was a peaceful walk where he took his mind off of the difficulties of being the bad ass leader he was. The usually empty park contained two very unwanted guests.
"Feelin' brave?" Spot hissed towards his enemies.
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Post by Skittery on Jun 9, 2006 2:43:37 GMT -5
"Don't worry I'll bring da whole....shit." Skittery's thought was interrupted by the arrival of the short Brooklyn leader. What did he do to deserve this...he was only trying to get home when Fancy slowed him down...curse her. He stopped walking.
He folded his arms over his chest and glared back at Spot. "Ain't nothin' bout being brave Conlon, jus' on my way back to Manhattan from Queens." He decided an explanation might be a better avenue than some smart remark, he was after all on Conlon's territory no one was around to save his rear. Fancy shouldn't have to worry...well actually earlier she was talking about Spot having her head..."Fancy already told me to get out anyways" He lied, trying to cover her rear as well.
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Post by fancy on Jun 9, 2006 8:55:45 GMT -5
Fancy shook her head. "Actually.." she shot a look at Skittery that said 'I can handle Spot...' "He was just trying to get back to 'hattan and I decided i wanted to talk with him for a bit so it's my fault he's still here..." she gave Spot a hard look, her eyes flashing fire. If Spot wanted to get all tough on one of her friends than he'd have to get tough with her too.
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Post by spotconlon on Jun 9, 2006 12:21:45 GMT -5
"Dis ain't da time Fance. I just talked to youa'h leader. Bronx ain't safe here no more eidda'h. So I suggest you hurry youa'h self up and go talk to Ace."
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Post by Skittery on Jun 9, 2006 13:09:26 GMT -5
Skittery shot Fancy a quick glare in response but his attention snapped back to Spot. "What?!" He asked throughly confused. "What do ya mean Bronx ain't safe anymore?" Obviously something important had happend between Spot and Ace. And further more why did Fancy get a free pass to leave and he didnt? Stupid Brooklyn...
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Post by fancy on Jun 9, 2006 17:55:00 GMT -5
Fancy stared at him. "Awe come on Spot!" she shook her head. "If i get off easy so does Skitts... Just this one time.. Please?" she gave him 'the look' and bit her lip.
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Post by spotconlon on Jun 9, 2006 18:02:41 GMT -5
Spot glared at Skittery, "Just keep it quiet. And no why should he get a free pass. He KNEW it wasn't safe for him. Yoa'h bum of a lead'h forgots to tell you dat it wasn't safe."
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Post by fancy on Jun 9, 2006 18:12:31 GMT -5
Fancy glared at Spot. "Don't talk about Ace like...." she spat. She knew she wasn't supposed to fight with Spot, but he had just insulted her big brother. "He's a better leader than you'll ever be..."
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Post by Skittery on Jun 9, 2006 18:42:24 GMT -5
Skittery grabbed Fancy's shoulder firmly, hopping to hold her back and her tounge for that matter. She really wasn't helping his situation. He kept a glare on Spot. "What ya want me ta do Spot? Swim across the river home?" It was bitter sarcasim. "I ain't causin' any problems, so why don't you do the same?" His patients was running low despite being in Brooklyn.
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Post by fancy on Jun 9, 2006 18:50:19 GMT -5
Fancy turned and looked a Skittery, her eyes flashing more from anger and frustration with Spot than him. "He's never gunna change Skitt's... let's just go okay?" she placed a hand gently on his arm. "Spot..." she shook her head sadly. "I thought you were better than this..."
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Post by spotconlon on Jun 10, 2006 0:35:21 GMT -5
"Well Red never thought you were a whore either." Spot snarled, refering to the Fancy Avalanche episode. "Guess we dont know each udd'a as well as we thought."
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Post by fancy on Jun 10, 2006 11:13:45 GMT -5
Fancy's jaw dropped and she stared at Spot for a good five minutes. "H-he what?" she stammered. ' told you... your a whore Leslie...' shut up! "He told you that he thinks i'm a whore?" she gave him the annoyed look and narrowed her eyes. "He told..." she couldn't take this anymore. "Fine... i actually don't care anymore... I think he and I need to have a little chat..." she turned to Skittery. "You know what? You don't have to listen to this little brat... I mean, heck, your about a foot taller than him!"
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Post by spotconlon on Jun 10, 2006 14:50:53 GMT -5
"Nah, whore's my word. But Red was thinkin' it, mark my words. And no Skittery, you don't have to listen to me. Though I would highly suggest it."
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Post by fancy on Jun 10, 2006 16:03:12 GMT -5
Fancy clenched her jaw. "Take it back..." she spat in little more than a whisper. Her face was about three inches from his. Her celery green eyes penetrating his ice blue gaze. "Take it back right now..." she wasn't afraid to hit him and he knew it, she had done it several times before.
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