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Post by Racetrack Higgins on May 6, 2006 13:48:03 GMT -5
Race clutched his chest, hunched over slightly and glared at Skittery. "A little overly sensitive taday?" he grumbled, staggering over to the stairs and collapsing on them.
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Post by Skittery on May 7, 2006 5:52:45 GMT -5
"I aint sensitive" He said sourly. He pulled another cigarette from his pocket and lit it up. The smoke always calmed his nerves. He exhaled, making the smoke into little O's for his own entertainment.
After a moment of silence he started to speak again in a voice absent of any inflection or enthusiasm. "I jus' got a lot on me mind..."
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on May 7, 2006 20:26:56 GMT -5
Race, quickly forgetting the violent jabs from his friend only moments ago, lit another cigarette and sighed deeply. "Oh yea? like what?"
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Post by Skittery on May 9, 2006 1:29:20 GMT -5
Skittery turned and looked at Race, leaning one elbow on the steps for support. He started to open his mouth but closed it eyeing Race curiously. "Ah nevahmind...it aint worth tellin'." He looked away again and took another breath. His brows were scrunched up suggesting that he was in deep thought.
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on May 9, 2006 14:57:50 GMT -5
Race glanced at him out of the corner of his eye as he puffed out another cloud of smoke. "hey. I'm all ears heah," he said, leaning back into the steps to get comfortable.
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Post by Skittery on May 10, 2006 1:37:36 GMT -5
Skitt rolled his eyes, "Yeah an a few minutes ago you was all lip! Pick a body part will ya?!" He leaned forward, putting his hand in his pocket. He didn’t remove his hand, but after a brief hesitation he pulled out a scrap of dirty paper and stared at it, rolling the corner between his thumb and index finger slightly.
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on May 10, 2006 14:32:49 GMT -5
Race leaned over to get a look at it. "What's dat huh?" he asked bluntly, removing his cigarette.
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Post by Skittery on May 10, 2006 16:32:20 GMT -5
Skittery angled his eyebrows and pushed Race's face away roughly. "Get yer mug away - yer breath smells foul" He scooted further away from the nosy italian.
He looked back at the paper, a few numbers and teh name of a catholic church in harlem were scribbled on it in sloopy script. "Its an address..." Then a little quieter he added, "back where i grew up..."
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on May 10, 2006 21:26:04 GMT -5
Race moved away, scowling at his friend. Settling down on the steps again he raised an eyebrow. "Oh yea?" for a moment he was silent, then quickly he sat upright, staring at Skittery. "Ya aren't leavin' are ya?" As far as Race knew, 'back where I grew up..' could mean anywhere.
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Post by Skittery on May 10, 2006 22:36:41 GMT -5
Skittery shook his head. "Ya really think I got somewhere else ta go? I been 'ere long as you." He looked at Race and held the paper up, "This 'ere, yeah its where my pops is." Then he added with a shrug, "Hes dead." There was no emotion in the boys face or voice, just a blank stare.
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on May 11, 2006 17:35:45 GMT -5
Race nodded in understanding as he took another drag. "Ah, tough break," he said sincerely. After a moment of silent thought he added, "Ya thinkin' 'bout goin' ta seem him then?"
It wasn't really surprising to him that his father was dead. Most kids he ran into at the lodging house were there for similar if not the same reasons.
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Post by Skittery on May 11, 2006 20:16:25 GMT -5
He nodded again. "He jus' died...I saw it in da paper 'couple days ago." Skitt let out a sigh and adjusted his position so his weight was resting on his arms which were on the step behind him. ""Never knew the man - jus' his name. But I mean I feel like I should pay me respects if it aint fer 'im I wouldn't be heah." He wasnt sad or upset by the event but it still bothered him. It seemed more like a duty, like it or not it was his father even if only in a biological sense. "Told ya it wasn't worth talkin' bout."
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on May 16, 2006 19:10:36 GMT -5
"shore it is. I think ya should go," he said, glancing down at his hands. He remembered his own father, and his own father's funeral.
"If he was so close, why didn't ya evah see 'im?" he regretted it as soon as it left his mouth. He felt awkward but tried to hide it. He looked off in the opposite direction as if something caught his eye as he took another long drag on his cigarette.
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Post by Skittery on May 22, 2006 0:13:41 GMT -5
((new day))
Skittery let go of Drifter's arm upon reaching the Lodging House's front steps. He leaned his side against the brick wall next to stairs, to finish the cigarette he started on the walk over before going inside.
"Home sweet home..." He said dully, not too excited about the shabby building. "'bout eight years fer me anyways." He gave her a modest smile, the cig poking out of the corner of his mouth and his hat pushed back so the front of his hair was exploding out. "Glad yer stayin'.."He said quietly, first time he verbalized his pleasure in the situation. He took a deep breath and let out a long sign when he peered up at the door. "We'll - or at least I'se gonna be gettin' flack fer bringin' a goil home" He dreaded what smartass remarks guys like Race and Blink were going to come up with.
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Post by drifter on May 22, 2006 18:34:33 GMT -5
Drifter looked up at the 'Hatten Lodging House, it wasn't much different from the one back in the Bronx. He might not think it's much but anything's better than sleeping on the streets, but she also figured he knew this.
She walked up next to him and grinned when he admitted to being glad that she was staying, and held it as he sighed and told her about how the guys would bust on him. She reached down and grabbed his hand and laughed lightly, "Moah like theah goin' to bust on you cuz they can't get a girl."
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