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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Jun 6, 2006 18:41:01 GMT -5
Ace gave him a small grin. "Feels like i got rammed by a very small, yet very real, horse." He let the other help him up, taking a deep breath. "I knew that would get you, if nothing else would...and no, you aren't bad. "
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Post by Lukas Berg on Jun 6, 2006 18:50:01 GMT -5
"Thanks few pushin' me buttons" he said sarcartically wipeing dust off of his blue shirt and replacing his derby. He raised an eyebrow "ya sayin' i'se a pony?"
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Jun 6, 2006 18:51:42 GMT -5
He snickered. "Why? Ya gonna hit me again?" He grabbed his jacket and brushed it off. "And i said you were a small horse. I never said pony."
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Post by Lukas Berg on Jun 7, 2006 1:49:27 GMT -5
"Pony, midget horse same difference." He snorted. He flexed one of his arms showing off his pitiful excuse of biceps "Nah, no more hittin'..I don't think youse could handle dese" And again all seriousness flew out the window. Lukas was impossible.
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Jun 7, 2006 10:31:51 GMT -5
Ace shook his head with a grin. "Nah, i give up one you. Honestly, you are a handful, Lukas." He shrugged into his jacket, brushing a strand of hair from his face. "I gotta go see my goil in any case. Dont get yourself beaten up, wouldja?"
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Post by Lukas Berg on Jun 7, 2006 11:58:23 GMT -5
Lukas shrugged, he knew this. "Thanks Ace, ya taught me ta be a mighty pony" He said sarcastically though he was appriciative. He collected the little stack of papers Ace had given him holding them up a bit. "an' fer these." As he started to walk away he turned and called back. "Beat up? Nevah Ace. I got ten times what anyones got" The cockyness was back full force "Oh an' have fun wit that goil of yers..." He said suggestivly, raising his eyebrows repretively. Then he darted off not wanting to get smacked for his final comment. He never learned much.
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Jun 7, 2006 12:14:09 GMT -5
Ace shook his head with a small smile. No, he would never learn...But maybe that was a good thing. The cockyness was a strong point, surprisingly enough, and he was determined, even if only a little. He snorted at the other's parting comment, and turned toward Brooklyn, his hands in his pockets. He needed to spend some time with Slinks, and he needed to have a little chat with the Brooklyn leader.
Lukas might not realize it, but he and Drifter had taught their leader something. He couldn't be afraid to talk to Spot, because this burrough was his own. His kids were his own, and if he didn't support the war anymore, there was no need to be in it. He wasn't sure if backing out was the best thing, but maybe....maybe they had faught enough.
Maybe.
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Post by jackle on Jul 22, 2006 12:32:33 GMT -5
((New Day)) Jackle walked through the crowded streets to the pretzel cart. He stomach was growling like not other. That's what you get Danny for not eating. He stomach growled again. "Alright Alright i hear ya." He finally got to the pretzel cart and waited for his turn. He took out his change and paid for the pretzel and stood by eating it trying not to seem like her was going to scarff it down because he was so hungry. He knew what a certain Brooklyn newsie would do to him if she new he hadn't eaten in like two days. He sighed eating his pretzel slowly and watching the crowd |
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Post by Lukas Berg on Jul 25, 2006 11:28:47 GMT -5
Lukas hovered over to his convented pretzel cart. The whole germanness of the snack was comforting to him bringing him back to his childhood. He pushed through the hoards people on the sidewalk, as impatient and cocky as usual. Only one more person stood in his way. He gave Jackle a shove, despite all size differences adding a "Outta me way" to be even more polite. He finally reached the cart and ordered two pretzels. He took his treat and doused it in mustard eager to take his first bite.
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Post by jackle on Jul 25, 2006 11:58:10 GMT -5
Jackle was surprised when he was pushed aside but he took up standing by the side of the car. "Youse sure wanted a pretzel or you're just hungry." He didn't care that he had been pushed aside either. He finished off his own pretzel.
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Post by Lukas Berg on Jul 25, 2006 20:58:08 GMT -5
Lukas stopped what he was doing and looked up at Jackle. "Its da onlythin' German I can affords in this city" he responded basically inhaling half the pretzel and getting mustard all over his face. It finally regesterd that he had pushed Jackle but shrugged it off because it wasnt in his personality to apologize for anything. He started in on the second pretzel this time more slowly
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Post by jackle on Jul 25, 2006 21:29:09 GMT -5
Jackle smirked. "So what's your name might i ask." He wasn't really in the mood to push the crowd again so he decided to stand my the stand for awhile longer.
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Post by Lukas Berg on Jul 25, 2006 22:07:47 GMT -5
Lukas stopped eating again and looked Jackle up and down. The he returned the smirk. "No ya can't. Not 'till I know who YOU are.." He just choose to be difficult like usual.
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Post by jackle on Jul 25, 2006 22:39:14 GMT -5
"Fair enough. The names Jackle." Figurin' out the guy he was taking to a newsie he spit in his hand and extended it.
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Post by Lukas Berg on Jul 25, 2006 22:51:41 GMT -5
Lukas grinned at the spit. This kid was a friend after all, possibly living at the same house. He spit in his own and grasped Jackle's hand so it could smear together. "Lukas Berg." He said his full name as it sounded more prestigious and then added "best newsie in all of Bronx" just for show, even if it was false. This kid would never know.
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admin loves me - but then again who doesn't ? *cocky Lukas smile*