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Post by Collin Russiani on May 10, 2006 21:31:25 GMT -5
"Since when are ya scared of goils? Go home, kid." He whispered it, "Please. You're more important den me."
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Post by spotconlon on May 11, 2006 20:57:13 GMT -5
"I ain't sca'd of goils, is's scared of Fancy-big difference. Anyhow enough about me, hows we gunna get you outta dea'h? Does Snyd'ah have a key?"
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 11, 2006 20:58:32 GMT -5
"I dont know..." He sighed and collaped against the wall, sliding down to his butt. "God, Spot, i just dont know anythin anymore."
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Post by spotconlon on May 11, 2006 21:04:27 GMT -5
Spot could hear Red's spirit crumbleing, if only he could get him to tell him where a key would be. "Whadya mean you dont know? Common Red, don't give up on me now!"
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 11, 2006 21:09:36 GMT -5
Dont give up on me now...
What was he supposed to do? Everything was weighing on him, everything had literally crashed and he had no idea where he was going, or what he was doing. But to give up?
He never gave up.
Getting to his feet, he peered out at Spot, eyes narrowed with a flickering emerald fire in them. "His office desk. Its a small black key."
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Post by spotconlon on May 11, 2006 21:11:17 GMT -5
"Is he in dea'h?" Spot said hoping he wouldnt be. If he got caught, both Red and him were skrewed.
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 11, 2006 21:12:49 GMT -5
He gave him a small shake of his head, "He wont be foah long." He gave him a thumbs up and a smirk, "Go kid. You'll know when its time. Im countin on ya."
((u go ta office))
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Post by spotconlon on May 11, 2006 21:14:49 GMT -5
"Alright, don't move" Spot said crawling stealthily away laughing at his own lame joke.
((you going to play snyder??))
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 11, 2006 21:16:20 GMT -5
((naw, Prince is Snyder. he's gonna come outta his office, toward the sound of...whatever Red is gonna do. and he's gonna leave))
Red snorted and then waited a second before causing the loudest disturbence he could think of. Smashing the cot against the wall and calling Snyder out in very colorful language.
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 11, 2006 21:19:34 GMT -5
Slamming the cot hard, he yelled as long as he could, using every lick of his Brooklyn upbringing. He hoped the Warden was coming- gave Spot an opening...
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Post by Warden Snyder on May 11, 2006 21:21:28 GMT -5
Snyder came towards Solitary, and over to Red's cell. "If you hurt yourself in there boy, you're gonna be in loads of trouble." Snyder always carried an extra set of keys on him for such an occasion, but there was another set in his drawer to be safe. He took out the key ring, and slipped the solitary's key into the lock, and opened the cell. He looked around at the room which was now in dismay and disorder too for that matter. He looked to Red with a glare. "What's the meaning of this?" he asked.
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 11, 2006 21:22:30 GMT -5
Red shrugged, looking smug. "Just thought this place could use some rennovations." His eyes were narrowed, "Hows da nose, Snyd?"
((didnt he break it earlier?))
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Post by Cheater Hollander on May 11, 2006 21:24:34 GMT -5
((Yes he did.))
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Post by Warden Snyder on May 11, 2006 21:25:23 GMT -5
((...possible. dunno... yes! He did! I remember now))
Snyder glared at Red. To be honest, it still hurt, and was black and blue already, but it had stopped bleeding. He hadn't had time to do anything with it yet, but rest assured that he'll probably have a bandage on it later. But, for the time being he had bigger fish to fry. He went towards Red and completely socked him. Enough to give him a nice bruise on the side of his face, and knock him off balance. "Don't you get fresh with me boy. I"ve had it up to here with you news boys tonight... and I'm not gonna take any more of it!"
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 11, 2006 21:27:45 GMT -5
Red glared up at him as he regained his balance. "Heh, cept i aint just a newsboy, never have been, so ya bettah come up with a bettah reason ta hate me. Cause im nineteen, and an adult- so ya know what, *BLEEEP* YOU!"
He felt quite happy when his fist connected with the other's jaw.
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