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Post by rusty on May 25, 2006 14:40:05 GMT -5
((<he would have snapped her in two-she should be thankful that Spot Conlon showed up-preventing such a tragedy> Can read minds eh?))
Rusty jerked violently away from Flick, "I don't need your help Conlon. I was just getting started." He said smiling, though sweat was forming on his brow. "I never assulted 'o threatened no goils, but I'm thinking after this fight, being that thats what it is about, I definitely get to go give dis goon's woman a little talking to. I've earned it."
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Post by sneaks on May 25, 2006 14:48:32 GMT -5
Sneaks snapped. He just gone and done it. Rusty had gone too far. Without a word, Sneaks tackled Rusty, punching him in the face.
((sorry misread))
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Post by spotconlon on May 25, 2006 14:50:24 GMT -5
"God damn it" Spot swore quietly under his breath. "Unudda Brookie wit a big head and unudda lousy 'hatten kid dat don't know when to stop."
Spot sighed, he had no choice. He took out his slingshot, loaded it with a marble and hit Sneaks in the back of the neck.
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Post by sneaks on May 25, 2006 14:54:10 GMT -5
Sneaks let out a curse word as his neck started smarting. Looking at Spot he growled. "You lil bitch....stay out of it, or fight me like a man. Don't hit me with marbles like a pansy."
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Post by spotconlon on May 25, 2006 14:56:19 GMT -5
Spot sighed, "I ain't gunna fight you why you is fighin anudda kid. You wanna fight me? Leave him alone and come fight me."
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Post by rusty on May 25, 2006 14:57:19 GMT -5
Rusty took this opportunity to smash Sneak's head with his fist.
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Post by sneaks on May 25, 2006 14:57:57 GMT -5
Sneaks shrugged. "My beef isn't with you Spot. Just Rusty here. I ain't going to let him talk about Flare like that." He held Rusty down.
Just then Rusty's fist slammed into Sneak's head. Seeing stars, he managed to maintain a hold on Rusty, brining his knee into the boy's goods. He could feel blood running down his face. Great..another cut
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Post by rusty on May 25, 2006 15:01:00 GMT -5
Rusty fell to the ground. Friggen cheap shot. After he regained his strength he stood up and swore, then picked up another bottle and smashed it at Sneaks, it hit him in the arm.
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Post by sneaks on May 25, 2006 15:04:58 GMT -5
Sneaks felt the glass slice into his arm, but he ignored it. He could take care of all this when Rusty was unconcious. He slammed his brass knuckled fist into Rusty's stomach.
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Post by rusty on May 25, 2006 15:06:15 GMT -5
Rusty felt a prickle go into his stomach. He yelped, then bashed his own head in to Sneaks', a trick he and learned in prison.
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Post by sneaks on May 25, 2006 15:12:24 GMT -5
Sneaks felt the crack as his head was slammed into. He nearly passed out, but managed to stay concious. "Bastard.." HE slammed his fist into Rusty's jaw, hoping to break it.
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 25, 2006 15:26:05 GMT -5
Immediately, arms grabbed Sneaks, pulling him off and away from Rusty. Almost immediately, Red moved in between them. "What is going on here?" He asked, his voice calm. Point for him.
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Post by sneaks on May 25, 2006 15:27:24 GMT -5
Sneaks spit out some blood onto the floor, looking at Rusty. "He threatened to have a 'talk' with Flare. And I don't think he meant talk." He growled. "And from what Flare said, he threatened the girls..." The fire in his eyes was smoldering.
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 25, 2006 15:35:22 GMT -5
Red put his hands up, "I, for one, am getting just a little tired of this whole thing with the goils." He looked over at Rusty with a raised eyebrow. "Why dont you two just quit it. This isn't a place for dis, nor the time."
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Post by sneaks on May 25, 2006 15:37:24 GMT -5
Sneaks knew when to cut and run. And right now was the time to go. Flare was probably wondering where he was anyone. "This isn't over, Rusty." He flung down a joker card and nodded at Red. "Sorry for the mess in brooks. I'm back to 'hattan." With that, he slipped out of the door and away.
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