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Post by Collin Russiani on May 20, 2006 15:12:05 GMT -5
He paused, "Ah, do you really think im gettin soft, Kid?" He knew he was, to some point, but he didn't want to...seem..
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Post by spotconlon on May 20, 2006 15:13:47 GMT -5
"Yeah, I really do Red." Spot said seriously. "But dats ok I guess. You've chosen a family over Brooklyn. I don't understand it, and I dont pretend too. But I ain't holdin it against you."
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 20, 2006 15:17:08 GMT -5
He nodded silently, accepting that. He didn't mean to, but thats how it had happened. But... "I didn't chose on purpose, and i aint evah going to leave Brooklyn. Nevah." and he meant it. Wasnt that why he was working so hard? to help Brooklyn out?
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Post by spotconlon on May 20, 2006 15:18:00 GMT -5
"I know you wont Red." Spot said sadly. He still loved Red like a father, but they were growing farther and farther apart.
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 20, 2006 15:22:15 GMT -5
His eyes were masked as he got up, "Come on, kid, lets get outta heah." He realized how far they were and he hated it. It was time to do some serious re-bonding.
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Post by spotconlon on May 20, 2006 15:23:56 GMT -5
Spot nodded, "I got some work to do....gots to bring Brooklyn back togedda'h. Helluvha job."
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 20, 2006 15:24:49 GMT -5
He threw his arm around the other's shoulders. "Ya can do it, if anyone can. And when you got some time, im gonna kidnap you foah a while."
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Post by spotconlon on May 20, 2006 15:27:00 GMT -5
Spot grinned and put his arm around Red, when they reached the door to re-enter the building, Spot gasped, "Hea'h goes nuttin'"
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 20, 2006 15:28:08 GMT -5
"You can do it," He grinned, "And im always heah to help knock dere heads in, if your charm doesnt work."
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Post by drifter on Jun 2, 2006 13:59:04 GMT -5
<<NEW DAY>>
Drifter looked up and couldn't figure how she made it to the back of the Brooklyn Lodging House, but that's what she got for asking for directions from a kid who looked about 8 and spoke about 6 words of English. Taking off her hat she ran a hand through her hair, and sighed. Fidgeting, she smoothed out her long green skirt and fixed the waist on her white shirt. She was relieved to be out of boys clothes. She felt so weird those days in 'Hatten in them.
Seeing as no one around she sat down on a crate, tired and frustrated. It had taken her the better part of the day to get here and now no one was here. Sure this wasn't exactly an iron clad plan, and even if she did find Red or Snowball she wasn't garunteed a solution to the Fancy problem, but still.
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Post by razor on Jun 2, 2006 14:09:38 GMT -5
"Who are you?" A voice asked from behind her, a cigarette hanging from their lips. Razor kicked off from his spot leaning against the wall and took a step toward her, head tilted upward a little. A stream of smoke drifted from his lips as he stared down at her.
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Post by drifter on Jun 2, 2006 14:15:06 GMT -5
Drifter cocked her head and looked up at her new company. Was everyone in Brooklyn this big? No wonder Ace stuck with them. Grinning the girl was relieved to find that she was at least in the right place and that one of the boys were probably around.
"Drifter, from the Bronx. You?"
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Post by razor on Jun 2, 2006 14:15:58 GMT -5
He pulled his cigarette from his mouth and snubbed it out on the wall. "Razor, from Brooklyn." He held his hand out to her, "Nice to meet you."
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Post by drifter on Jun 2, 2006 14:24:26 GMT -5
Drifter was relieved to see the spitless hand, to be honest, while she did it, it really did gross her out a bit. Shaking it lightly she felt a little dwarfed by the kid. But she was here on business, sort of.
"You wouldn't know wheah Red is by any chance? His girl, well, ex-girl, Fancy, she's a Bronx kid. And she's been a real mess since the whole thing with Snowball happened and Is was hoping to talk to Red about it. To be honest, she's really getting on my nerves."
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Post by razor on Jun 2, 2006 14:27:35 GMT -5
Razor's eyes went cold and he snorted, leaning back against the wall not far from her. "Yah, i know where he is, but i aint tellin you. He doesn't need it, trust me. Tell Fancy to keep her hands to herself and stuff her head up her reah. Red's better off without her anyway. He's been sick lately, he doesn't need her makin it woise."
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