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Post by Daniel Cardoni on May 10, 2006 19:22:47 GMT -5
a small cell of a room- with cold metal walls and a bare cot, with only one blanket, the only light comes from a small candle and a tiny window covered in bars. If you are put in here, something is really wrong.
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 10, 2006 19:25:37 GMT -5
Red crawled off his bed and staggered to the door, leaning on it heavily. It took him a few tries, through his coughing and raw throat, to form any sounds at all.
After what seemed like an agonizing long time, he managed to force the words out. "Kid..." He whispered, reaching up to wipe something wet from his mouth. "Kid...?"
Holding his fingers to the light he saw the crimson staining his fingertips and his heart litterally froze in his chest. Blood.
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Post by spotconlon on May 10, 2006 21:11:23 GMT -5
"RED!" Spot banged on the door with all of his might, "Is dea'h anyway out of dea'h? You doin alright?" he asked as Red went into another coughing fit
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 10, 2006 21:12:20 GMT -5
"Kid..." His voice sounded so far away, he felt like he was floating. "I dont know....blood, Spot..." He tried to get the other to understand, but he didn't even understand himself. "Blood..."
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Post by spotconlon on May 10, 2006 21:15:46 GMT -5
Spot sat down in an almost hopeless sigh. He wished he'd brought a ciggarette, this was just too stressfull to handle. "You bleedin? Did Snyder hit you?" Spot asked
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 10, 2006 21:16:54 GMT -5
"No..." He coughed again, more blood to stain his fingertips. He looked up at the door and spied the small opening they would slide food in through. He could see Spot... He slid it open with a small clang.
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Post by spotconlon on May 10, 2006 21:18:32 GMT -5
"Shit man, is dat comin from you'ah coughin'?" Spot said in half in disgust and half in terror
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 10, 2006 21:19:46 GMT -5
He nodded, "Yeah, god....Spot, he took my medicine.." He was scared, and it showed.
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Post by spotconlon on May 10, 2006 21:20:54 GMT -5
Spot contemplated..Should he try to free Red or go after the meds? He wonder out loud how long Red could last without the latter. "How long you go Red before...before..you NEED your medicine?"
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 10, 2006 21:22:23 GMT -5
Red stilled, laying his forehead against the metal, "A few hours or so." He whispered. He knew what Spot was thinking, but he couldn't let him do it. "Listen, kid, dis is foah you. The whole reason why im heah, and they took my medicine- is to get you. Dont fall for dis, please."
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Post by spotconlon on May 10, 2006 21:25:39 GMT -5
"To get me? I dont understand." Spot sat up, suddenly alert of his surroundings
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 10, 2006 21:26:26 GMT -5
"You're da leadah, kid...Not to mention da Brooklyn leadah." He coughed once harshly, "They've been out ta get you from da start."
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Post by spotconlon on May 10, 2006 21:28:52 GMT -5
Spot gave a forced laugh, "And dea'h tought I'd come afta you? Guess dey was right, always did say if someone was dumb enough to get caught...." he trailed off. "So, I'm hea'h ain't I? And I ain't leavin'. " Spot sat down to ponder his next move
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 10, 2006 21:29:47 GMT -5
"You should go, Spot." He wanted to order it, but it didnt come out that way. "If Snyder catches you... I'll be fine, you need ta go."
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Post by spotconlon on May 10, 2006 21:30:47 GMT -5
This time Spot gave a real laugh, but it was a scared laugh. "Fancy'd skin me alive if I arrive home wit out you!"
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