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Post by scrap on Jun 14, 2006 16:03:39 GMT -5
Scrap smirked at the boy, amused by his attitude. "Ya got quite a mouth on ya, can't ya shut it?"
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Post by spotconlon on Jun 14, 2006 16:03:52 GMT -5
That second Spot dropped Fancy flat on her face and slugged Skittery right in the nose. "I tinks yous da slow one hea'h Skitts-any 'hattener who comes to Brooklyn is down right mental." He said shaking out his fist.
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Post by Skittery on Jun 14, 2006 16:12:27 GMT -5
Skittery stumbled back holding his nose. He cursed, that was the second cheap shot Spot had gotten! He ignored Scrap, and Fancy who was now on the ground (but at least Spot didn't have her anymore) and came quickly back at Spot, boxing his ears with both hands. He didn't care if he was being stupid taking more shots. At this point he was already a mess, was out numbered, and knew he already lost - what more did he have to loose?
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Post by fancy on Jun 14, 2006 19:15:12 GMT -5
"Spo-" the air was knocked from Fancy's lungs as she hit the ground. The pain seered up her nose and deep into her skull. She weezed, holding her nose, which had started to bleed. She groaned and wipped it away with the back of her hand, only to find more and more gushing out. Her chest and stomach ached as she stood up, one arm at her nose, the other around her waist. This was not her day...
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Post by Skittery on Jun 15, 2006 1:41:27 GMT -5
Satisfied with his hits to Spot's skull Skittery quickly backed away and grabbed Fancy's shoulders, pulling her away from the Brooklyn pair as well. Seeing the mess her nose was in made him remember his own. He put a finger to his nostril and pulled it back into sight - it had a small amount of blood, not very comparable to Fancy's but none the less it made the pain finally set in. "Ya all right Fancy?" he asked Fancy's lamely, the answer obvious.
Skits looked back at Spot, sure to avoid the cheap blows like before. "Ya happy Spot? We both look an' feel like hell! Ya proved yer point..." He kept himself in between Fancy and the others.
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Post by fancy on Jun 15, 2006 8:40:24 GMT -5
Fancy took a tight hold on Skittery's arm and began pulling him away, still facing the two Brookies. "Skitts... Let's go..." she whispered in his ear. Fancy tugged and Skittery's arm and took off down the path, towards Manhattan, making sure to keep her grip on his hand. They reached the edge of the park and Fancy stopped, gasping for breath. "That was close..." she breathed. "After you..." she said motioning to the bridge.
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Post by scrap on Jun 15, 2006 12:20:37 GMT -5
Scrap was stunned. Never had he seen so much blood from so small an injury, she did just fall down after all. Watching the two walk away he turned to Spot. "Ya alright?" He already knew the answer was yes, but thought it best to show concern.
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Post by spotconlon on Jun 15, 2006 12:27:11 GMT -5
"Course," Spot said shrugging to Scraps concern. "Damn drama queen." He said watching the two go. "Lets go kid."
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Post by Skittery on Jun 15, 2006 12:41:24 GMT -5
"Too close.." he grumbled back. Skittery wiped his nose with his sleeve, soaking up the little dribble of blood. He scowled at the stain, angry at himself more than anything. He started toward the bridge at a decent pace, not wanting to chance the Brooklyn leader to jump him again before he got on Manhattan soil. He glanced down at Fancy and frowned, offered her his sleeve as it was all he had, "Ya alright ta walk back? Not too hurt or nuthin?" He asked concerned.
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Post by fancy on Jun 15, 2006 18:28:14 GMT -5
Fancy smiled at him and pushed his arm away. "Yah... I'm fine!" she grimmaced at the sight of all the blood on his sleeve. "But i don't think you are..." she looked at him in worry. "Can i help you?" she asked her celery green eyes troubled.
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Post by Skittery on Jun 16, 2006 1:05:53 GMT -5
"No." He shook his head. Sure his nose hurt, but it wasn't broken, and his eye, well, he could feel that swelling. "Your bleedin' more than me." he pointed out and then added, a little unsure and quietly "and...um..you're..um expecting'?" It was a question rather then a statement. Spot's reference to pregnancy was the first he had ever heard. He looked away from her not sure if he should be embarrassed or not, it was a ligament question.
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Post by fancy on Jun 16, 2006 8:49:18 GMT -5
Fancy smiled and patted his arm. "It's okay Skitts..." she nodded. "Yah... i am... in a couple months actually.... If Spot didn't kill my child by dropping me like that..." she sighed, thinking of all that had happened recently. Red getting sick, that man after her, this fight with Spot, Fighting with Ace... It made her sick to think of it all at once. She looked down at her stomach. "I don't think i'm ready yet though... With Red, the way... he is..." she couldn't think of how to put it so she shook her head in frustration. "I'm going insane..."
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Post by Skittery on Jun 16, 2006 17:35:22 GMT -5
"you'll be fine... it ain't um..yeah it'll be fine..." Skittery frowned at her knowing what he said was really no comfort. This was so far beyond the problems he was usually faced with back at the lodging house. He looked away, trying to think of something. They were at the bridge ,finally, so he slowed his pace.
"Hey Fance," He started slowly, still looking ahead, "is that what Spot was yellin' at ya about? The baby I mean.." He first thought it was about Irving Hall but this new fact totally made his mind switch gears. Then he mumbled, "it is Red's right...?" It wasn't really any of his business and was a rather inappropriate question, but hell he wanted to know why he picked a fight with the Brooklyn leader
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Post by fancy on Jun 16, 2006 18:26:45 GMT -5
Fancy laughed. "Of course Skitts! Why wouldn't it be?" then she paused and a look of realization came over her face. "Oh... Spot was just being a bastard like always... he didn't mean... well he probably did, but he wasn't saying it litterally... I'm not a whore Skitts..." she shook her head. "i hate him sooo much... grrrr... Spot!" she strangled the air. "Gah! He bugs me..."
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Post by Skittery on Jun 16, 2006 19:33:13 GMT -5
Skitt nodded pleased with her answer and grabbed her shoulder. "I already told ya i didn't think ya were a whore " He gave her a small smile then touched his eye to see if it still hurt. He flinched. Yeah it hurt. "Trust me I hate da shrimp too..he ain't as high and mighty as he thinks..." he grumbled bitter that he was the one walking away from the fight in pain."I feel like hell and now I won't be able ta sell for a week - no one wants ta by from a guy who looks like he'll sock ya in da face!" He snorted, actually getting angry again. He glared at the air she stranggled
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