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Post by spotconlon on Jun 10, 2006 18:45:39 GMT -5
"You take a swing at me....and not even Red will be able to protect you from me." Spot said in a hushed whisper, reading her mind. He ignored her request, he thought she was a whore-simple as that. He had no intention of taking this claim back.
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Post by Skittery on Jun 10, 2006 22:09:33 GMT -5
Skittery blew up. Spot was over stepping his bounds, well maybe he wasnt seeing as how it was his borough. Skitter clenched his teeth. He took a deep breath and with both hands gave Spot a strong shove despite his warnings. "Spot, LAY OFF!" He yelled and grabbed Fancy's arm "We're leavin', ya don;t need this cr*p." He spoke gruffly too her and started to walk away fast pulling her along, not knowing what the little guy would do, but not caring at the same time. He not only insulted her, he threatened her and for what? Trying to protect his butt.
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Post by fancy on Jun 10, 2006 22:20:00 GMT -5
Fancy said nothing. she simply gave Spot the dirtiest look possible and followed Skittery down the path. When the pair were out of view she stopped him. "Thanks Skitts..." she whispered.
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Post by spotconlon on Jun 10, 2006 23:41:30 GMT -5
That was it. He was going to let them go. Stupid Skittery had to go ruin everything. Oh well, his problem now. After regaining his stepping Spot flew at Skitterys back, throwing himself on top of Skittery and shoving Fancy out of the way.
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Post by fancy on Jun 11, 2006 12:47:49 GMT -5
Fancy screamed. Wow she had not been expecting that. "Spot! WHAT THE HELL!?" she yelled at him, grabbing his shirt and pulling him up and towards her. "Spot calm down please..." she begged him.
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Post by Skittery on Jun 11, 2006 21:01:09 GMT -5
Before he could even so much as smile at Fancy in response Spot flew onto him. Skittery stumbled but regained his footing. The small boy had surprised him and was clinging to his back. Skittery definantly had the advantage of size. With Fancy pulling at him, Skittery was able to pry up one of Spot's arms and twist it trying to get him to let go completely. "Get off of me!" He hissed. He was angry, and when he got the chance, if he got the chance, he would start throughing punches.
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Post by fancy on Jun 12, 2006 9:01:30 GMT -5
Fancy struggled to restrain Spot and stared helplessly down at Skittery. "Run Skitts... Run" she instructed. "Spot STOP IT!" she yelled.
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Post by spotconlon on Jun 12, 2006 9:56:28 GMT -5
Spot kept batting Fancy away as if she were a fly-though he wasn't too successful. Still clinging to Skitterys back, he punched him in the side of his stomach, hoping to knock the wind out of him.
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Post by Skittery on Jun 12, 2006 13:54:11 GMT -5
"Fancy I ain't leav--" His sentence was inturupted by a cough and desperate gasps for air. Spot's blow had been successful and he fell on the ground grabbing his stomach. While still struggling for air he kicked a leg back, his heal catching Spot's shin. It was the most he could do without oxygen.
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Post by fancy on Jun 12, 2006 18:11:34 GMT -5
Fancy hauled back on Spot with all her might, tearing him away from Skittery. "GET A GRIP!" she hollered at the two of them. Despite Spot's warning, Fancy drew her hand back and smacked Spot across the face. "For GOD SAKES SPOT!" she wailed. "Skittery get the HELL OUTTA HERE!" she demanded.
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Post by Skittery on Jun 12, 2006 18:55:24 GMT -5
Skittery had caught his breath and turned to lunge back at Spot but Fancy's yelling stopped him. He cocked his head looking at her unsure of her demands. He really wanted to punch Spot, but Fancy was making him think twice. She slapped him and pulled him off of him, obviously she could hold her own. But only a few minutes earlier spot verbally broke her down. He turned and took a few steps before looking back. "But -- are you sure?!" He knew she wanted him to leave before it got worse, but he didn't want anything to happen to her.
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Post by fancy on Jun 12, 2006 19:13:22 GMT -5
"RUN SKITTERY DON'T BE AN IDIOT!" she yelled at him.
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Post by Skittery on Jun 12, 2006 19:18:24 GMT -5
She was serious, that was for sure. He glared at spot again and took off towards the bridge like she ordered.
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Post by fancy on Jun 12, 2006 19:27:05 GMT -5
Fancy watched him go. 'Thank god...' she thought. The last thing she wanted was a friend hurt, but she was in for it now...
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Post by spotconlon on Jun 12, 2006 21:58:16 GMT -5
Spot stood shocked rubbing his jaw. Before he knew it he backhanded Fancy across the face. He turned to watch Skittery flee, "Gots to have a goil save ya? You've got some nerve callin' you'a self a newsie" He yelled after Skittery in disgust.
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