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Post by sneaks on May 23, 2006 21:42:39 GMT -5
Sneaks was done with this. He was done talking, he was done trying to communicate with this neanderthal. Managing to turn away from the jaw so it hit him lighter than it would have, he shifted shifted to the left, and quickly moved right, throwing a punch towards Rusty's face. He was seeing a few stars, but nothing that wouldnt pass quickly.
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Post by rusty on May 23, 2006 21:45:14 GMT -5
Rusty ducked. Sneaks arm when flailing past. Rusty picked up his broken bottle. "I ain't afraid of playin' dirty."
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Post by sneaks on May 23, 2006 21:46:46 GMT -5
Sneaks nodded. "Well I don't play dirty." He slipped on his brass knuckles and went to throw a punch, but instead kicked Rusty's legs out from under him.
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Post by rusty on May 23, 2006 21:48:15 GMT -5
Rusty, too smart for such a lame move, jumped over his legs and eyed the brass knuckles. "Don't play dirty eh'? Guess you and your girlfriend go good together, both lying scum."
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Post by sneaks on May 23, 2006 21:51:08 GMT -5
Sneaks smirked. "Oh no. This is evening the odds, ass." He circled the boy, raising his eyebrow. "I do find it amusing that you carry a bottle around on your person." The pub the were in didn't serve bottles, just pints and pislners.
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Post by rusty on May 23, 2006 21:52:41 GMT -5
"Umm, no I did get this here. You are mistaken-perhapse they won't serve you any bottles, but they keep um' special for me. I'm sorry your such a pompus ass." Rusty stopped circling and cocked his head at the boy, he really was too much.
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Post by sneaks on May 23, 2006 21:58:03 GMT -5
Sneaks smirked. "Special for you? You just got out of jail..they don't know you here." He shrugged. "Pompus to some, simply honorable to others." He threw another punch, this time at his stomach.
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Post by rusty on May 23, 2006 22:05:46 GMT -5
Rusty shrugged, "You dont know anything about me kid, I cudda lived here before I went to jail." Rusty felt the punch, but it wasn't much. He backed up a bit.
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Post by scrap on May 23, 2006 22:08:23 GMT -5
Scrap had had enough. He heard enough of the earlier conversation to know this guy was from Manhattan. What business did he have coming into Brooklyn to start a fight? Standing, he brushed off his pants casually, moving toward the fighting duo. Turning to Sneaks he grinned. "I know Brooklyn's more fun, but why don't ya run along now back ta 'hattan wheah it's safe."
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Post by rusty on May 23, 2006 22:10:25 GMT -5
Rusty grinned, he liked this kid. "I'd listen to da kid if I was you. Thank God I'm not."
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Post by sneaks on May 23, 2006 22:13:21 GMT -5
Sneaks shrugged. "That would mean you were real young drinking..." He looked at the new kid. "You stay out of this, kid." He pointed to Scrap and looked at Rusty. "I guess you need help in this fight, eh?"
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Post by rusty on May 23, 2006 22:14:54 GMT -5
Rusty shurgged, "Nah, but if da kid wants to help so be it. I ain't gunna tell him what to do. Why you gettin' scared. And ya, I started drinking at 12. Most newsies do. 'Cept for the pompus ones of course." He said grinning.
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Post by flick on May 23, 2006 22:22:05 GMT -5
Flick had had enough, this guy was a complete jerk. He stood up and circled around the kid named Rusty. Hopefully Sneaks would get the idea. Flick advanced slowly behind Rusty...
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Post by rusty on May 23, 2006 22:23:19 GMT -5
Rusty saw it comming, he really did. "Hypocrite" he hissed at Sneaks, "Who needs help now." Rusty spun and lunged with his broken glass at Flick, all the while keeping one eye on Sneaks, preventing any double teaming.
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Post by flick on May 23, 2006 22:24:55 GMT -5
Flick twisted, but the kid got his shirt. He barely missed being cut with the broken bottle. Flick wasn't ready for that but he used it to his advantage. He turned around and grabbed the kid by his arms and held him still.
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