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Post by spotconlon on May 24, 2006 17:52:18 GMT -5
Spot cocked his head to the side and looked at Sneaks, sizing him up. "Dis is yo'h chance to live kid."
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Post by flick on May 24, 2006 17:52:19 GMT -5
"Sneaks, NOW kid. I can handle it," Flick continued to look at Spot. He was the one to worry about, he hoped he wouldn't have to fight Spot.
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Post by fancy on May 24, 2006 17:54:23 GMT -5
Fancy squeeked slightly. Spot... great juuuuuust great.
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Post by sneaks on May 24, 2006 17:56:08 GMT -5
Sneaks shook his head. "No. I'm honor bound to do what I have been doing. War or no war, I have a right to fufill my duty." He smirked. "And if I die, I'll make sure you go with me.."
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Post by spotconlon on May 24, 2006 17:57:49 GMT -5
Spot laughed dryly, "Have ya evea'h even hoid 'o me kid? I ain't ever lost a fight, and I don't plan on losin now to some punk ass kid like you." (I'm not sure if they said punk ass back then  ) |
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Post by sneaks on May 24, 2006 18:01:07 GMT -5
Sneaks shrugged. "First time for everything, boy. I took care of Bronxie just fine..I can take care of Brooksie too.." He kept his eye on Scraps, while watching Spots as well.
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Post by flick on May 24, 2006 18:01:14 GMT -5
Flick smiled at what Sneaks said, "Wull, thanks kid. Spot, ya know what I don't trust dis kid, Rusty," Flick sneered the name. "He can't be gettin' away wit treatin' goils as though de men. 'Cause de ain't, no matteh how much de wanna."
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Post by spotconlon on May 24, 2006 18:04:26 GMT -5
"Ok, so you gots a problem wit one of me newsies. Could'nt ya do summin' civil and come tell me? I tought dis sorta behavior was above you Flick. And no Sneaks, you will not beat me."
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Post by sneaks on May 24, 2006 18:11:16 GMT -5
Sneaks shrugged. "But I can try. Ohh..I can try."
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Post by spotconlon on May 24, 2006 18:15:48 GMT -5
It was Spots turn to shrug, "You wouldn't be the first to try." He now looked at Flick, "So whats it gunna be Flick, you going to join in on his side?"
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Post by flick on May 24, 2006 18:37:46 GMT -5
"As I said befoah to ya I have my proorities. Dis kid pickin' on goils, dats wrong and I'll stand by what I believe. I've seen what guys like dis," he gave Rusty a shack, "can do and I plan on teachin' him a lesson. I don't wanna make ya my enemy but dis kid ain't gettin' off easy just 'cause ya heah ta protect him."
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Post by scrap on May 24, 2006 18:44:59 GMT -5
Scrap shrugged away from Sneaks roughly, glaring at him. "Wait a minute heah, I don' t'ink any o' us heah beat up on goils, don't tell me that's what dis is about," he said, looking around from face to face confused. He had simply jumped in to help his fellow Brooklynite, but beating girls? What are they talkin about?
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Post by sneaks on May 24, 2006 23:26:59 GMT -5
Sneaks pointed at Rusty nonchalantly. "He threatened to break Flare in two. And he said he would soak the others." He pulled out his cards. "I may be from 'hattan, but no one says that stuff and gets away with it."
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Post by flick on May 25, 2006 8:08:02 GMT -5
Flick twisted Rusty's arms a little more when he heard what Sneaks said. "Ya know it ain't nice ta threaten goils," Flick snarled in his ear. He was sick of guys like this getting away with everything. He was about to do something about it.
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Post by spotconlon on May 25, 2006 14:31:18 GMT -5
"Flick. Let go of him. Now."
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