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Post by sparks on May 24, 2006 10:16:00 GMT -5
Sparks growled and slammed the boy back into the ground, the normally docile boy was nowhere to be seen. He ground the boy's arms down into the street as he let a barrage of Russian fly, before swearing lightly and going back to English.
"Wheah you t'ink yoah goin' pretty boy? Dis ain't oveh. Ise ain't got a problem wit Conlon takin' his goil outta heah, she's already met wit Prince Ise see, but youse hit Prince, so me an' youse got a issue dat nees to be resolved."
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Post by flanna on May 24, 2006 11:05:28 GMT -5
Flanna ran to the fight, looking at Sparks holding the boy down. The boy clearly was already injured, with his nose in a splint, and Sparks was clearly doing some more damage to the boy.
"Sparks! Can you talk to the boy without slamming him into things!!" She was a fighter, but clearly Ace was in no state to do anything, and Flanna was scared Sparks may go to far and kill the boy.
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on May 24, 2006 12:03:38 GMT -5
Ace snarled, his head pounding as his arms trembled from the strain he was putting against the other. It was no use really, Sparks was stronger than he would ever be, but that didn't stop him from trying.
Cursing in Italian, he glared at the other with raging eyes of midnight blue. "Get off me." He hissed. He was going to go against what the newsie had said, but couldn't form the words. He had hit a girl, he knew better. That was true, just as he knew it was true Prince hadn't known Fancy was pregnant. But that didn't make it right.
It didnt make anything right about this situation.
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Post by sparks on May 24, 2006 13:16:54 GMT -5
Sparks slammed the boy back down again, still raging. Hearing Flanna's voice, Sparks didn't even turn his head to look at her.
"Flanna, Ise assumin' Prince is ok, but make shoah everyt'ings fine wit her. An' me an' dis kid are way beyond tawkin'."
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on May 24, 2006 13:28:42 GMT -5
Ace took a deep breath, fighting against every cell in his body that screamed at him to fight back and get out from the hold the other boy had him in.
His hands were clenched, but they were still trembling. He couldn't fight down the instict to get away, but he had to think. He wasn't usually like this. At all.
"Ise assumin' Prince is ok, but make shoah everyt'ings fine wit her."
"I didn't hoit her." He muttered. Sure, he had been a little...rough. But Prince was a leader, if she couldn't handle that, she shouldn't be leader.
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Post by sparks on May 24, 2006 13:41:56 GMT -5
Sparks resist the urge to spit in the boys face, he instead looked at him with mock disblelief.
"Didn't hoit her ya say. So do you make it a habit ta grab goils 'round de t'roat? Any otheh goils ya knockin' 'round? Maybe Ise shouldn't let ya walk outta heah afteh all."
He moved his knees up onto the boys arms, keeping the boy pinned, but allowing his hands to be free. He smirked at the boy as he cracked his knuckles. He positioned his hands on the boy's throat, slowly closing them. Not enough to kill the boy, but enough to make Sparks's point.
"So, Ise guessin' ya can barely feel dis den huh? Afteh all, dis ain't spossed to hoit."
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on May 24, 2006 13:46:01 GMT -5
Ace's eyes flew wide, but to his credit, he didn't struggle all that much at first. As soon as the panic set in, though, his shoulder's tensed up immensly and he wheezed something very unflattering in Italian, aimed at Sparks.
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Post by spotconlon on May 24, 2006 14:30:58 GMT -5
All this while Spot was trying to convince the very beligerant Fancy to return to Brooklyn or Bronx with him. "Common Fancy." He looked up at Ace, "Don't worry, I'll be back."
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Post by sparks on May 24, 2006 14:31:37 GMT -5
Sparks pushed a little harder, grinning carnally as the boy began wheezing and sputtering. Sparks didn't really register that this was farther than he had intended taking things, and that he should probably let go. Right now, he was inetnt on making this kid hurt, badly.
"Now," he asid mockingly, "if youse promise to be a good boy, maybe I'll let you breathe. But what 'appens ta ya is up ta Prince."
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Post by flanna on May 24, 2006 14:36:15 GMT -5
Flanna jumped on Sparks, trying to pull him off. "Stop it! You are going to kill him!" She pulled at his arms, struggling against the boy who was much bigger and stronger than him. "Prince is fine! STOP!"
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Post by spotconlon on May 24, 2006 14:36:44 GMT -5
Spot really was trying to go, he really was. At this moment he had had enough problems getting Fancy home he didn't need to fight. However when he saw Sparks slowly suffocating the life out of Ace, he couldn't just stand there now could he? He raced over and kicked Sparks in the back.
"Jist git off him, would ya?"
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Post by sparks on May 24, 2006 14:49:47 GMT -5
Sparks was about to let go of the boy under him when he heard Flanna begging him to let the boy go, but the when that idiot Conlon had to get involved, Sparks had a change of heart. He squeezed the boys neck harder and shot Conlon a warning look.
"Youse got two choices, take de goil an' get outta heah an' I'll let dis kid go, o' youse can keep pissin me off an' dis kid ain't gonna be goin' anywheah."
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Post by spotconlon on May 24, 2006 14:50:42 GMT -5
Spot was enraged, that is what he had be TRYING to do. "Um...yeaaah.. I was trying to you big goon. Now get the hell of him."
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Post by flanna on May 24, 2006 14:52:20 GMT -5
Flanna looked at Spot. "Get the F*ck out of here!! You don't belong here." She advanced on the leader, angry that he was interfering when she knew that Sparks would get worse with him there. "You are making things worse..get the Hell out of Queens." Her eyes flashed, her hair flying.
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on May 24, 2006 14:52:33 GMT -5
Ace gasped, his eyes shooting toward Spot. He begged him, not to leave- but to bash the other upside the head as hard as he could. If he was going to be made a fool, if he was going to get choked to death, he was going to make sure someone turned around and did something about it.
Although...the world was starting to darken. His eyelids flickered, once, twice.
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