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Post by Smalls on Dec 9, 2007 18:37:22 GMT -5
Smalls returned the strangers begging glance with an indifferent shrug. "You do what you gotta do officah." She began to push past them to get back to the fight, glancing smugly at the man as she passed by his shoulder and muttered for his ear only, "Feisty little thing aren't ya?" She smirked and vanished into the crowed.
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Post by rick on Dec 15, 2007 9:27:48 GMT -5
"Oh, yeah, yeah! right!" Rick said to the girl a little louder then he meant too. "Really I swear I didn't do anything"
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Post by scaper on Dec 15, 2007 13:54:43 GMT -5
Clarence looked at the boy for a minute longer. He really didn't want to do the paperwork. "Just give me what you stole, and I'll let you go this once." He just wanted to get back to the fight, which was nearly over now.
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Post by rick on Dec 15, 2007 15:29:50 GMT -5
"I don't have anything, 'cause I didn't take any thing, honest!" Rick pleaded with the office, he really, really couldn't afford to get hauled in again.
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Post by scaper on Dec 15, 2007 19:36:32 GMT -5
Clarence frowned. "Do you have any money on you...or weapons?" He wasn't going to haul him in, or even arrest him. But Clarence wanted to be compensated for letting the boy go this time.
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Post by rick on Dec 20, 2007 17:39:18 GMT -5
"No sir, of course not" Rick lied as he took another step back, he was usually a pretty good lier, but he was kinda nervous. He always kept the small hand gun from his father tucked safely away in his sock. But as for the money part, he was telling the truth. Rick didn't have a penny to his name at the moment.
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Post by scaper on Dec 20, 2007 20:54:47 GMT -5
Clarence could easily tell the boy was lying. The boy was nervous enough, and as much as Clarence liked extortion, he liked to make people feel uncomfortable. His work here was done. "Just get out of here kid, and if I run into you again, and you've been pickpocketing, I'm gonna lock you up for a good long time. Got that?" His voice was stern.
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Post by rick on Dec 21, 2007 8:12:18 GMT -5
"Alright, fine whatever yeah." Rick said, but his attention was not and clarence, but on a hot gril who had just brushed past her, he hoped she was not like the last one...
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Post by scaper on Dec 21, 2007 20:25:13 GMT -5
Clarence, getting tired of this guy, and losing his attention, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. He had seen the young girl walk by and the boys eyes follow.
"I said get out of here! And don't think about bothering that girl." The officer was beginning to get mad.
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Post by rick on Dec 21, 2007 20:44:14 GMT -5
"Fine man, sure" Rick threw his hands up in a mock surrender. He turned smoothly on his heals, gave his well known smirk to the officer, and started to walk away.
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Post by scaper on Dec 22, 2007 20:22:16 GMT -5
Clarence could care less about the boy, but was glad that he was gone. He turned back to the match in time to see his man going down. Cursing, he headed back over to a fellow officer, telling him that it was time to get back to work.
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Post by gabriella on Mar 4, 2008 21:39:46 GMT -5
((New))
"I want three bucks on the Irishman. It's a sure thing."
A man handed Gabriella three dollar bills before cheering on the Irishman. Gabriella nodded, putting the money in the right pocket. It looked like the fella was right about this one. The Pole was getting worked over pretty good. Gabriella moved around the ring a little, trying to get a better look. Oh yeah, it was a sure thing. Another couple of hits and the Pole would be down.
Every once in a while Gabriella would hitch a ride to Manhattan to watch the boxing match and, more often than not, make things a little more interesting by making a bet with some of the audience. Usually she would just sort of play bookie with a few guys, but today she decided to take part in the gambling herself. After all, sure things didn't come around too often and this was definitely a sure thing. That is until the Pole got some extra strength from where ever and started beating the Irishman to a bloody pulp.
The crowd was shocked at the amazing comeback and some even swore that the match was fixed, but it was always what her father had told her 'it aint over, 'til it's over', and this fight was over. At the end of the fifth round the Irishman was down on the ground, unable to get up. Whoever the lucky sucker who bet on the Pole was, he would be easting fresh poppyseed bagels for months. Gabriella handed the victor the money, sighing a bit. The man just smiled, patting her on the back.
"Maybe next time, Gabs."
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Post by Zeke Cooper on Mar 4, 2008 23:11:34 GMT -5
Zeke wasn't fighting today which for him was a pity but he did see some girl loosing her money and he smirked a bit walking up behind her. "Shoulda beat on me, doll."
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Post by gabriella on Mar 5, 2008 20:52:47 GMT -5
Gabriella looked behind her before turning completely around, looking him up and down before grinning a bit.
"Yeah, you look like a real winner..." She joked, putting some of her leftover money in her pocket.
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Post by Zeke Cooper on Mar 6, 2008 16:06:57 GMT -5
He grinned, actually Zeke did win more than he lost here at the Boxing ring, it'd just been a little while since he'd actually gone some Boxing up here and not on the docks in Brooklyn. "I am a winner, doll. I'm pretty sure I won you a fine purse now and again..."
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