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Post by fancy on May 21, 2006 17:35:49 GMT -5
Fancy caught sight of Prince and gave her a sarcastic smile. This was a side of Fancy that no one ever saw... her bitchy side. She waved in mock happiness and called "Hey Princess!"
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Post by Prince on May 21, 2006 20:03:17 GMT -5
Prince advanced instantly. "I'se told ya million times not ta call me dat!" she said with a glare already on her face. She realized who this was, and what she was doing, and she stopped infront of Fancy with the famous 'Prince Death-Glare' on her face. She "Didn't you know dere was a war goin' on? Youse bettah get outta heah... b'fore Red has a dead fiance," she said threateningly, but she figured it would get the message across.
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Post by fancy on May 21, 2006 22:13:16 GMT -5
Fancy smiled sharply and stood up. "Oh really?" she said. "YOU are telling ME to get out?" she drew back her hand and punched Prince in the jaw. "Tough luck Princess... I ain't leavin' till i wanna leave..."
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Post by Prince on May 21, 2006 22:17:02 GMT -5
Prince flew backwards. Did Fancy just hit Prince? What is goin' on here?! She looked back at her half in amazement, and half in anger. She ran at Fancy and punched her back, by faking a punch to the head, and instead hitting her in the stomach, the first punch being just a decoy.
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Post by fancy on May 21, 2006 22:25:08 GMT -5
Fancy stumbled backwards. That was not good. Fancy gasped and threw a punch at Prince's head. It hit her square in the nose, not hard enough to break it, but just hard enough to send Prince over backwards. Fancy took her left hand and slapped her face the other way. "B****" she screeched as she watched Prince fall over.
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Post by Prince on May 21, 2006 22:37:40 GMT -5
Prince went down... and then she was pissed. She stood up and ran at Fancy again. She gave her a swift punch in the face, turned her around, and shoved her face first into the fountain. "Dis ain't my fault ya know... dis is Ace... an' Spot... an' Red's fault. We didn't kill dat kid, and it's pathetic of dem... lookin' for attention like dis!" she said as she brought her hand up to her face to rub where Fancy had hit her.
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Post by fancy on May 21, 2006 22:41:14 GMT -5
Fancy spat out the mouth full of water and practically lept out of the fountain. "PRINCE!!!" she screamed and shoved her away. "Don't you dare blame Red for this..." she had no idea what he was being blamed for but she didn't like it. She hit Prince again and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her close. "It's you fault your such a pathetic leader Prince..." her face was about three inches from Prince's and there was fire in her celery green eyes.
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Post by Prince on May 21, 2006 22:53:51 GMT -5
Prince being so close to Fancy acctually had the advantage, even though now her hat was off, and her hair in Fancy's hand. She brought her hand back a bit, and nailed Fancy right in the stomach again, and stepped on her foot as hard as she absolutely could. "Dun mattah how good or bad I am... anythin' would have been an improvement from youse..." she said with an intense anger.
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Post by fancy on May 22, 2006 10:25:10 GMT -5
Prince had hit Fancy so hard in the stomach that it knocked the air out of her lungs. She gasped for breath and fell backwards onto the side of the fountain. "Prince..." she gasped, her eyes watering. "Your so... dead" she lept to her feet again and threw herself at Prince. She tackled her to the ground and punched her repeatedly in the face. Fancy was beside herself with rage and she wasn't thinking straight. She only had one thing on her mind, and that was to hurt Prince as much as possible.
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Post by Prince on May 22, 2006 11:24:52 GMT -5
Prince's lip came open as Fancy continued to punch her multiple times. She couldn't block Fancy's punches, so she brought her hands up, and wrapped them around Fancy's neck which would cut off her air supply. No, Prince wouldn't kill her, she couldn't kill Fancy, but she wanted to hurt her a lot. "Do yaself a favah... get outta Queens... an' I dun wanna evah see youse again..." she said pushing on Fancy's neck with her thumbs to cut off her air.
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Post by fancy on May 22, 2006 17:47:59 GMT -5
Fancy began turning red. Her lungs cramped and she felt herself getting dizzy. She hit Prince as hard as she possibly could and began tearing fiercly at the hands around her neck. "Pri- Ge-ff-e!" she gasped. She dug her nails into Prince's hands as hard as she could. She wanted to scream for help but she couldn't manage it. Her stomach was so sore that she thought she would die. She dropped her hands from Prince's and grasped her stomach, gasping for air. "Prince..." she whispered. She wrapped her arms protectivly around her stomach and tried to get away from Prince.
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on May 22, 2006 20:18:32 GMT -5
Ace thought his heart had stopped beating. For a moment he was afraid it had. All he saw was Prince, with her hands around one of his kids, all he saw was the way Fancy was clutching her stomach...
And he lost it. He snapped.
He hit Prince, knocking her loose and away from Fancy. Hitting the dirt with her, he wasted no time at all in wrapping his own hands around the other leader's neck.
"You *****." He hissed, eyes so cold and dead, he didn't even look like himself anymore. "She's PREGNANT!"
That was all he could think about, all that mattered. He knew it was Red's job, he should have been here. But he wasn't, and Fancy was his little sister.
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Post by spotconlon on May 22, 2006 20:59:29 GMT -5
Spot watched from a short distance, puffing on a ciggarette. He really did want to fight, but this meant alot more to Ace, not that he didn't care, but this was Ace's fight. Mostly he came for back up.
"Reaching an all time low ain't ya Prince? Hittin' a pregnant broad?" he asked smoothly
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Post by fancy on May 22, 2006 21:07:34 GMT -5
Fancy grabbed Spot's arm and tried to pull herself up. "Spot..." she gasped. "Lil help here..."
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Post by spotconlon on May 22, 2006 21:08:48 GMT -5
Spot helped Fancy to her feet and pulled out a dirty rag from his back pocket and offered it to her. "You don't look so good kid. And pregnant! What were you thinking?"
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(c)Red
