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Post by Skittery on Jun 12, 2006 22:50:09 GMT -5
Skittery had been fighting himself as he fled. He didn't want to leave her on her own but she wanted him too. He was really going to leave until he heard Spot yell at his back. He ran around the bend and cut back through the tress and brush. He caught site of the pair on the path and tightened his fists. Spot asked for it, the last comments threw Skittery beyond reason. If he had seen him hit Fancy he would have been out for blood.
Skittery charged through the brush and threw himself at Spot, one fist coming into his stomach the other grabbing hold of his shoulder forcing him down to the ground. "I'm a bad excuse for a newsie? Yer a bad excuse for a MAN!" He growled at Spot ready to kill him for attacking Fancy and himself.
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Post by fancy on Jun 13, 2006 8:49:55 GMT -5
Fancy gasped as Spot's hand made contact with her jaw. She stumbled backwards and away from him. Not that it had hurt her all that much, but because she didn't really expect him to hit her. No, she hadn't been expecting that at all. She watched Skittery attacking Spot and sat down on a rock, she wanted to help him, she really did, but she wouldn't risk her childs life on someone like Spot. Espeacially if he had the nerve to hit a girl, even his best friends girl. She glared at them, boys were such idiots sometimes....
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Post by spotconlon on Jun 13, 2006 10:28:11 GMT -5
Spot felt himself throw to the ground. At first he was confused the struggled to see that Skittery came back, "Dats more like it." he hissed. Spot tried to use his small stature to his advantage by twisting out of the long armed Skittery. When he found his footing he kicked at Skittery who was still on the ground.
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Post by Skittery on Jun 13, 2006 13:00:37 GMT -5
Spot's foot dug into Skittery's side causing him to collapse onto the ground. He cursed loudly, really wishing that he had brought his trusty stick to beat Spot with. He rolled away from Spot so he could get back onto his feet. Once standing again he ran at Spot again, this time throwing a fist at Conlon's jaw and hooked a leg behind Spot's to trip him as he stepped away from the blow.
He was oblivious to Fancy now, throughly wrapped up in the fight. He wanted to get a few good shots at the pipsqueak.
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Post by scrap on Jun 13, 2006 15:20:18 GMT -5
Scrap stumbled upon the scene while selling his papes, and throwing them to the ground he came running. "What's goin' on heah Spot?" he asked his leader, ignoring the other two.
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Post by Skittery on Jun 13, 2006 17:15:39 GMT -5
Skittery was distracted by the new Brooklynite to the scene. This did not make things look good for him. He immediatly backed away from Spot, keeping distance between him and everyone else. He looked at each one of them, scowl on his face and hand holding his side where Spot kicked him. His scowl dropped into a concerned frown when he looked at Fancy.
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Post by fancy on Jun 13, 2006 20:04:01 GMT -5
The pain seered up the side of Fancy's face. Sure, it hadn't hurt when it happened, but it felt like her face was burning now. She placed a hand on her jaw, as if to cool it. She glared at Spot. That was it... she would get back at him for that one.
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Post by spotconlon on Jun 13, 2006 21:06:03 GMT -5
Spot took advantage of Skitterys wandering eye and took a swing at his eye.
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Post by fancy on Jun 13, 2006 21:25:14 GMT -5
And now seemed like a good time. She leapt to her feet and jumped on his back, slaming a fist into the back of his neck.
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Post by scrap on Jun 13, 2006 21:28:04 GMT -5
Scrap let out a small chuckle as he grabbed the girl by the back of the collar, pulling her off Spot like a fly. "lets leave da fightin' ta the fellas, alright sweet heart?"
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Post by spotconlon on Jun 13, 2006 21:29:17 GMT -5
Spot spun around to smack Fancy again but then saw that Scrap had control of the situation.
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Post by fancy on Jun 13, 2006 21:31:16 GMT -5
Fancy swung a punch at Scrap. "get the hell off me kid..." she spat, kicking him in the shin and punching him in the stomach. She could be vicious when she wanted to.. it came with the whole ex-leader thing. "This is between Spot and I..." she grabbed him by the hair. "Stay out of it..."
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Post by spotconlon on Jun 13, 2006 21:33:00 GMT -5
Spot grabbed Fancy's arm pulling her to the ground, "Actually it was you and Skitts, versus me. I don't mind the help-just keeping you occupied."
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Post by scrap on Jun 13, 2006 21:35:11 GMT -5
Scrap scratched his head, rubbing his soar shin and eyeing the crazed girl curiously. "Anudda one o' ya broads boss?" he asked Spot, smirking slightly.
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Post by spotconlon on Jun 13, 2006 21:37:06 GMT -5
Spot smiled at Scrap, he loved this kid. "Meh, not an important one. Musta forgot to write 'o summin'. Shes definietly gone off da deep end."
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