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Post by Collin Russiani on May 14, 2006 12:51:26 GMT -5
Red cracked an eye open and sat up just a bit, "Can i get a ten second breather?" He asked lightly as his arm curled back around his stomach.
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Post by spotconlon on May 14, 2006 12:52:42 GMT -5
Spot opened the door as quietly as he could and saw a sorry sight. Red was a bloody mess. "Cripes Red, what were ya doin while i was gone? Wrestlin'?"
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 14, 2006 12:53:30 GMT -5
He laughed, "I broke Snyder's nose." He said as way as an introduction, "And..." He pulled something out of his pocket and flashed it. His medicine. "I took it back."
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Post by spotconlon on May 14, 2006 12:56:29 GMT -5
Spot flashed a grin, "Atta boy! Now lets scram befoa'h dat bum comes back." Spot leaned down to help Red to his feet.
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 14, 2006 12:57:43 GMT -5
Waving him off, Red got to his feet, arm still curled around his stomach. "I aint gonna get carried outta heah and im gonna walk by myself." He said softly, that Brooklyn pride shining through. Titling his head toward the door, he slid out of it.
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Post by spotconlon on May 14, 2006 12:58:56 GMT -5
Spot nodded, having the same pride he understood Red, "Alright then, to the Brooklyn Lodging House?"
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 14, 2006 13:00:11 GMT -5
"Home sweet home," He said with a grin, giving the other a two-fingered salute. "Leadah."
((on to da L.H. HUZAH!))
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