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Post by Prince on May 16, 2006 0:20:23 GMT -5
Come on up and watch the race!
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Post by flick on May 21, 2006 19:26:22 GMT -5
In the past few days so much had happened. Flick was exhausted and knew he needed a break from everyone. He figured he mine as well had some entertainment. He looked around and didn't see anyone he knew, but he made sure he kept an eye so he could get away before anyone decided that they should talk to him.
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Post by spotconlon on May 21, 2006 20:56:50 GMT -5
Spot walked up the bleachers, strangly looking for Racetrack. Then he remembered-oh yeah, they are in a war. Spot spotted (hehe) a newsie he hadn't met before, he approached him hesitently. "Hiya, Names Conlon. Who are you?"
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Post by flick on May 22, 2006 0:58:39 GMT -5
((Yeah just keep laughin'))
Damn Flick had gotten caught up in the race and figured no one would be coming after thirty minutes of looking out. And then he recognized the name. Great just what I need to talk to a leadeh. Flick sighed silently of course and looked a Spot. He raised an eyebrow and said, "Names Flick." He spit in his hand and held it out to Spot.
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Post by spotconlon on May 22, 2006 14:19:36 GMT -5
((I was laughing at Spot spotted...not you...))
"Whea'h ya from Flick?" Spot asked with a raised eyebrow.
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Post by flick on May 22, 2006 14:22:04 GMT -5
((Ok sorry I get lost really easy  )) "Why ya wanna know?" Flick didn't want to talk to any of the leadahs, he was a bit pissed off at them cause of this war stuff. |
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Post by spotconlon on May 22, 2006 14:46:34 GMT -5
Spot scowled, he wasnt going to take this. This was his territory, if this kid wanted to go be an ass somewhere else-good for him, but not here.
"Cuz I'm da god damned leada'h." Spot said harshly.
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Post by flick on May 22, 2006 16:30:33 GMT -5
OK Flick knew he was asking for it. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. From da Bronxs. Ya happy know," Flick knew he was being an a** but he couldn't help it. The guy had snuck up on him.
After a few moments Flick smiled, "Hey, sorry. Sometimes I know I can be a real a**."
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Post by spotconlon on May 22, 2006 20:54:06 GMT -5
Spot looked at him with a death glare. Slowly he smiled, "Yeah, I know how dat goes." He slapped Flick hard on the back in a manly friendly way. "So whos winnin?"
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Post by flick on May 22, 2006 20:57:52 GMT -5
"Da black horse...ummm can't 'membeh his name. All I know is I didn't bet on him. Life sucks sometimes," Flick sighed, he could have made a lot of money if he had put it on that horse. "So what's a leadah like ya doin' down here at da race tracks shouldn't ya be doin'...well what eveh ya leadehs are doing with da war?" Flick wasn't being sarcastic, though it may have sounded like that.
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Post by spotconlon on May 22, 2006 21:15:05 GMT -5
Spot sat down and offered a ciggar to Flick. "Nah, dis is like a second home to me...though it makes me sad. I miss me 'hatten friends dat used to come to da races wit me. Plus da Brookies are making me crazy right now-had to get away."
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Post by flick on May 22, 2006 21:57:46 GMT -5
Flick took the cigar and looked at Spot, "Leadahship not half of what its cut out ta be?" Flick smirked at Spot, "Ya know dats what followehs are foh, ta keep ya on youh toes."
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Post by spotconlon on May 23, 2006 18:40:48 GMT -5
Spot snorted, "No one listens anymore..dey go dea'h own way. I tell it ain't smart to be wanderin around New York-which is good advice by da way-but noooooooo dey want to be all hardass. Well I ain't helpin dem out if dey wander into the own back alley." Flick had started him on a sore subject.
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Post by flick on May 23, 2006 19:04:10 GMT -5
"Hey, I know what ya mean. But its all part of bein' a leadeh. Anyways from what I've hoid ya ain't a bad leadeh. And ya could always quit," Flick smiled at the last part, if he knew at least a little of Spot, he knew he wouldn't quit.
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Post by spotconlon on May 24, 2006 14:35:02 GMT -5
Spot grunted, "Quit? Neva'h."
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(c)Red
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