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Post by jewel on May 1, 2006 19:36:41 GMT -5
Jewel blushed a bit, her cheeks turning slightly red, smiling she took Mush's arm and smiled at the others. "See ya guys later. We shouldn't be all that long."
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Post by hawkeye on May 1, 2006 19:46:50 GMT -5
Hawkeye nodded, "Okay, right. Well that's nice of you to get 'im a new one."
She watched as Mush offered his arm and Jewel took it, "Bye," she gave them a small wave as the two departed.
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Post by Skittery on May 5, 2006 0:14:30 GMT -5
Skittery walked towards the LH ready to call it a day. His chin was a full blow scab now and the rip on his knee was splitting more and more - he really needed to find a needle and thread somewhere. When he reached the steps he took a seat, layed his big stick over his lap and proceeded to light up his cigarette. He love his cigs - the acrid smoke stung but at the same time soothed his lungs. He exhaled a large cloud through his nostrils.
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on May 5, 2006 0:26:20 GMT -5
"Heya Skittery," Racetrack greeted casually. He didn't even turn his head to look at his friend, just puffed out another cloud, gazing at the sky, and continued, "How was sellin'?"
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Post by Skittery on May 5, 2006 0:35:50 GMT -5
Skittery's shoulders fell and he looked over at Race. He spoke with his cigarette clamped between his teeth. "it was fine until i was attacked..." He pointed to his chin, "so I ended up eatin' a punch of papes!" He took another hit and shrugged.
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on May 5, 2006 0:42:26 GMT -5
Racetrack snapped out of his daze slightly and leaned forward on the steps, his elbows resting on his knees. He looked thoughtfully at Skittery, "Attacked huh? How's dat?"
He ignored the whining about eating papes; he was used to his friend's complaints.
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Post by Skittery on May 5, 2006 0:49:35 GMT -5
Skittery pulled the cig out of his mouth and scratched his head with the same hand. "Well..uh..I was selling right? An' i was improvin' tryin to out do Sweets and this big jerk with this rediculous mustache" he started to wave his arms about in attempts to illustrate the situation "Well he smacked me wit his cane!" He exagerated and let out a grunt, "I fell an got dis...stupid jerk...i'll soak 'im if i see 'em, again...thinkin he can just push me aroun' like that" He hit one fist into the opposite palm after he was done embellishing.
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on May 5, 2006 0:57:42 GMT -5
By the end, Racetrack was as caught up in the story as his friend. "What a jerk! Who does this guy think he is, huh?" He said angrily, his cigar hanging at the side of his mouth.
Taking a few more puffs he thought over Skittery's story. "Wait," he said, a small smirk suddenly growing on his lips. "You were tryin' ta out do a goil?" he struggled to contain a snort of laughter. "How hard can it be?"
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Post by Skittery on May 5, 2006 1:03:18 GMT -5
Skittery glared back at his short friend, he could feel his face reddening from irritation and embarassment.
"I wasn't tryin' I did - well i would 'ave if i wasn't attacked!" His voice slowly excelated as he spoke. Rather than arguing more he put his hand on Race's shoulder and shoved him.
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on May 5, 2006 1:08:08 GMT -5
Race tumbled slightly, but collected himself quickly and returned the shove. "Shore, shore, you were attacked, an' that's why ya were out done by a broad." He was still grinning like an idiot as he slid away slightly, avoiding another push. Race knew Skittery was touchy and likely to blow at any moment, but he just couldn't help but get him all riled up sometimes.
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Post by Skittery on May 5, 2006 1:18:51 GMT -5
Skittery dropped his cigarette when Race shoved him he scrambled to pick it up. "I was attacked!" He growled. Race always had a way of getting him flustered - maybe it was the way he was always grinning at him. "you know I can sell ten times as much as any goil an' you for dat mattah!" He pointed to his throughly amused comrade. "I'll soak ya if ya don't get that grin off yer ugly face!"
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on May 5, 2006 1:30:16 GMT -5
Race put his hands up in defense. "Hey, hey, if ya say you were attacked, I'll believe ya okay?" he struggled to conceal his grin, and was for the most part successful. "But sayin' ya a bettah seller then me, well that just aint true," he said shaking his head.
He glanced up to the sky again, as if deep in thought and stood, throwing his stub of a cigar down and stepping down to the sidewalk. "Ya right though, I could use some help sellin'," he glanced quickly at his friend. "A sellin' partner maybe. . ." He turned his back to Skittery and removed his hat, scratching his head. Placing it firmly back on and turning once again to face him, he snapped his fingers in triumph, "I got it! I'll go ask Sweets ta sell wit me!"
He finally let go and couldn't help but chuckle, but was aware of his taller companion's every move, ready to run at any moment.
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Post by Skittery on May 5, 2006 2:06:32 GMT -5
Skittery had been teetering on the edge of sanity but after that snide comment he fell. His eyes widened and his lips tightened. His face matched the color of his shirt.
"Thats it!" He threw his cigarette on the ground."Ya axed for it ya little rat!" Skittery lunged off the steps at Race, both arms outstretched, one holding his stick.
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on May 5, 2006 20:41:35 GMT -5
Race quickly dodged his lunge, ducking under his arms and scurrying behind him. He knew when he had gone too far. Holding out his arms defensively as if holding off an angry dog he tried to reason. "Hey, hey now, I was just jokin' wit ya, take it easy heah alright?"
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Post by Skittery on May 6, 2006 3:45:23 GMT -5
Skittery faltered a bit when Race dodged him but managed to keeo his footing. He spun around to face Race. He narrowed his eyes and was breathing rapidly - he got flustered so quickly. He lifted his stick and jabbed Race in the chest with it. "Ya want me ta take it easy?" He questioned, "Then back off!" he jabbed him again and lowered the stick.
After a long moment of silence he sat back on the stairs and calmly stated. "Ya really know how ta grate on a guys nerves, Race." His anger had quickly dissipated back to his normal gloom.
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