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Post by Administrator on Jun 7, 2006 0:37:10 GMT -5
Behind the dirty lodging house is a great view of the East River, a few crates are scattered about for sitting...
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Post by alleycat on Jul 22, 2006 11:44:11 GMT -5
Alley Cat wandered out back. She wasn't tired yet and she wanted to talk to Spot. She hoped he would come around. She had wanted to speak to him since the day at the docks but she had been angry with him for interuptin' like Scrap had. She sat down on the creates. It was dark so she just turned her head to the sky and sighed.
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Post by alleycat on Jul 24, 2006 15:27:41 GMT -5
((New night))
She walked to the back hoping that Dusty wasn't too far behind her. She was hoping Spot was out there. She needed to talk to him.
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Post by spotconlon on Jul 30, 2006 10:27:46 GMT -5
Spot was sitting high up on a box of crates just thinking. He had just found out that the Delancy's had killed his newsie. Although he was relieved that it wasn't one of Jacky Boy's newsies, the other leaders had left him in the dark for along time and he wasn't too happy about that. He looked around and noticed a dark figure approaching him.
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Post by alleycat on Jul 31, 2006 19:30:00 GMT -5
Alley walked down the docks. Expecting of course to see Spot sitting on the crates. She looked up at him. "heya Spot. Ummm. can i ask you a question?"
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Post by spotconlon on Aug 1, 2006 7:45:41 GMT -5
Spot shrugged, "Shoah, whaddya want kid?"
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Post by alleycat on Aug 2, 2006 1:39:47 GMT -5
She smiled shly. "this war Spot is it gonna end?" She wanted it too end, and she wanted him to End it. His pride and ego still intacted though.
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Post by spotconlon on Aug 2, 2006 12:35:02 GMT -5
Spot wrinkled his nose in disgust. "It wudda been ova'h weeks ago if da udda'h damned leaders would share information..." Spot continued to mudder on unrecognizable things.
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Post by alleycat on Aug 2, 2006 22:23:37 GMT -5
She looked up at him in concern. "Spot what's really going on?" She wanted to know. She didn't like not knowing and well she was concerned.
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Post by spotconlon on Aug 4, 2006 7:42:03 GMT -5
Spot shrugged, "Don't worry bout it. Da war is ova'h. I just ain't happy with anyone right now."
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Post by alleycat on Aug 4, 2006 12:22:25 GMT -5
Alley simply nodded her head. She figured that even her leader had been clueless to some things. She couldn't blame him for being upset. "Thanks" She turned and walked back into the lodgin' house.
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Post by spotconlon on Aug 21, 2006 22:25:29 GMT -5
<<new day>>
Spot sat out back, smoking a cigarette, watching the smoke curls spread into the sky. Running his hand over his cane, he surveyed the sky with his piercing eyes. His burrough had been getting soft as of late--something he couldn't tolerate.
He wasn't about to put up with it any longer. The kids in his burrough were about to learn what it was like to live under Spot Conlon.
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Post by bandit on Aug 21, 2006 22:32:31 GMT -5
Bandit walked out side and saw the boy sitting there "You Spot Conlon?" he asked respectfully.
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Post by spotconlon on Aug 21, 2006 22:38:25 GMT -5
Spot gave the kid a once over, taking a slow drag on his cigarette. "Yeah...who want's to know?" He said as the smoke slipped out of his mouth. He raised an eyebrow, fingering the top of his cane a bit. "...and what do you want?"
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Post by perch on Aug 21, 2006 22:53:37 GMT -5
Perch appeared in the doorway and walked out with her hands in her pockets. She had a bit of a bruise on her right cheek where she had gotten punched right before she beat a kid who had stole some money from her. She tried to keep her hair in front of her face so no one would notice and ask about it. She Had heard some of the conversation and had decided to come investigate. She nodded a quick hello to spot and sat down on a crate that was near the door to watch and see what would happen next.
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