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Bunks
May 21, 2006 20:00:55 GMT -5
Post by spotconlon on May 21, 2006 20:00:55 GMT -5
Spot looked around awkward. He didn't like crying, especially Red crying. O well, I guess this is part of the job of bein' a leader-he though silently. "Do ya wanna talk about it? I really think you should, at least to me."
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Bunks
May 21, 2006 20:02:08 GMT -5
Post by Collin Russiani on May 21, 2006 20:02:08 GMT -5
Red paused, wiping at his eyes. "I know you dont like it, Spot." He murmurred, "You can go, i'll be all right, really." He was such a liar.
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Bunks
May 21, 2006 20:05:08 GMT -5
Post by spotconlon on May 21, 2006 20:05:08 GMT -5
Spot patted Red's arm awkwardly, "I ain't goin no whea'h. Neva'h." He meant this on several different levels, ''Common Red, talk", it wasn't an order, more of a hopeful suggestion.
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Bunks
May 21, 2006 20:06:16 GMT -5
Post by Collin Russiani on May 21, 2006 20:06:16 GMT -5
"Where do you want me to start?" He asked bitterly. "So many places."
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Bunks
May 21, 2006 20:14:12 GMT -5
Post by spotconlon on May 21, 2006 20:14:12 GMT -5
"Wit youa'h fadda?"
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Bunks
May 21, 2006 20:16:31 GMT -5
Post by Collin Russiani on May 21, 2006 20:16:31 GMT -5
Red let something slip through his mouth that he would never have said around Fancy, not in a million years. His eyes hardened and he slammed his fist into the matress. "I hate him! Bum. Alcoholic. He got pleasure from abusing me when i was little, but when i stopped letting it bother me, he just started to ignore me. Locking me in my room. Never letting me eat." He paused for a breath and realized he was breathing so hard his heart was leaping out of his chest.
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Bunks
May 21, 2006 20:18:50 GMT -5
Post by spotconlon on May 21, 2006 20:18:50 GMT -5
Spot jumped, he really hadn't though Red would talk. Spot gulped. "What happened to him?"
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Bunks
May 21, 2006 20:20:52 GMT -5
Post by Collin Russiani on May 21, 2006 20:20:52 GMT -5
"Dead." He muttered. "Him and my ***** of a mother." He snarled.
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Bunks
May 21, 2006 20:22:00 GMT -5
Post by spotconlon on May 21, 2006 20:22:00 GMT -5
"Murdered?" Spot whispered, assuming the worst.
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Bunks
May 21, 2006 20:24:15 GMT -5
Post by Collin Russiani on May 21, 2006 20:24:15 GMT -5
"Killed demselves when i was out stealing some food foah me ta eat." He looked away, "Came home and dey were on da living room floor, dead with holes in their heads and a gun in their hands."
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Bunks
May 21, 2006 20:26:39 GMT -5
Post by spotconlon on May 21, 2006 20:26:39 GMT -5
Spot shuddered, he was pretty bad-ass, but suicide definetly sent shivers up his spine. He waited for Red to continue.
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Bunks
May 21, 2006 20:29:11 GMT -5
Post by Collin Russiani on May 21, 2006 20:29:11 GMT -5
"Dey shot each other and left me by myself." He shrugged a little, "But...Aint like dey weren't alread doin dat befoah hand..so...ya know."
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Bunks
May 21, 2006 20:30:34 GMT -5
Post by spotconlon on May 21, 2006 20:30:34 GMT -5
"How old wera ya?"
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Bunks
May 21, 2006 20:35:19 GMT -5
Post by Collin Russiani on May 21, 2006 20:35:19 GMT -5
He sighed, "Ten when they died." He shivered. A born and bred Brooklyn boy he might have been- but no ten year old stands up well to seeing his parents dead bodies on the floor.
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Bunks
May 21, 2006 20:38:14 GMT -5
Post by spotconlon on May 21, 2006 20:38:14 GMT -5
Spot scowled, he had never known his parents-and was suddenly glad of it. "And youa'h grandfadda?"
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