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Post by gabriella on Mar 7, 2008 1:03:08 GMT -5
Gabriella shrugged. "Wouldn't doubt it."
She made bets with so many different people daily, she couldn't keep up with all the faces. "What's your name?"
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Post by Zeke Cooper on Mar 8, 2008 1:02:12 GMT -5
"Zeke, but most around here call me Backlash.. apparently I've got a knack for going into a match as the underdog and winding up on top.."
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Post by gabriella on Mar 9, 2008 17:04:23 GMT -5
Gabriella grinned and nodded. "Then you'd be my perfect bet. My father always said you could never judge a man's strength just by looking at him."
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Post by Zeke Cooper on Mar 10, 2008 0:15:44 GMT -5
He smirked a bit, "My father said don't let em get back up, look at that we both got an education." His voice had a distinct Brooklyn sound, wasn't hard to tell where he was from with that voice or that gruff manner. He folded his arms and grinned at her, it was a predatory smile in a way. Lady killer smile. Though that wasn't what he was after at the moment.
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Post by gabriella on Mar 10, 2008 1:54:01 GMT -5
Gabriella grinned, cocking an eyebrow. "And I agree." She took one last look at the Irishman. It was true that he had allowed the Pole time to regain himself before striking again. Had he not, he might have had a greater chance of winning, which just made her think that the whole thing was fixed.
"You're not from around here, are you? Manhattan, I mean." He had a certain swagger to him that she didn't see very often in the Bronx and even less often in Manhattan.
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Post by Zeke Cooper on Mar 10, 2008 23:02:52 GMT -5
He snorted, "You kidding? I'd never be from 'hattan... though I know a dame dating a bloke from here it ain't my scene.. I come for the Boxing.."
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Post by gabriella on Mar 11, 2008 19:25:28 GMT -5
She wrinkled her nose, thinking no one had a choice of where they were born.
"What's wrong with Manhattan?"
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Post by Zeke Cooper on Mar 11, 2008 23:48:50 GMT -5
"It ain't Brooklyn?" he raised a brow, no one had a choice but most people from Brooklyn had a way about them, pride that was almost unmatched by most things.
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Post by gabriella on Mar 12, 2008 0:21:26 GMT -5
"Ah Brooklyn," she said with a grin, "So that's where. I should've known. There's no hiding that certain...thing you all seem to have."
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Post by Zeke Cooper on Mar 12, 2008 0:30:01 GMT -5
"What thing?" he asked almost a bit defensive, he could have towered over her if he tried but he didn't. He folded his arms and raised a brow at her. "What? You mean we're all ruggedly good lookin?" Yeah, Spot would be proud of that quip, as would Danny. But that was just the way the Brooklyn boys were. Arrogant and a bit intimidating.
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Post by gabriella on Mar 12, 2008 7:30:50 GMT -5
"No, I," Gabriella paused, sighing. Her eyes squinted a bit, a habit that has stuck with her since she was young. "I didn't mean anything by it. Just a certain air, even the girls. My father's from Brooklyn and he's the same way -- not arrogant or anything, just..."
Sighing again, Gabriella ran her hand through her hair. What was the point? She hadn't meant any harm in what she said. She of all people knew not to generalize. People were the same everywhere. She had seen tougher, more arrogant people who had never even set foot in Brooklyn and others -- like her father -- who grew up in Brooklyn and could still be a gentle person.
"Anyway, maybe I'll see you around, maybe not. I gotta get goin'."
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Post by Zeke Cooper on Mar 12, 2008 22:32:47 GMT -5
He smirked, bowing a bit arrogantly. "Right, see you around Doll.." and he was gone, vanishing into the crowd like a thief in the daylight.
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Post by Smalls on May 12, 2008 23:07:26 GMT -5
(elsewhere in the crowd)
Smalls shoved her way through the crowd, trying to get to the front. She had finished selling early for the day and decided to head across the bridge, hoping to see a good fight.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on May 14, 2008 13:14:22 GMT -5
Fighter pumped her fist in the air cheering like those around her. This was her type of atmosphere and crowd and she fit in very well. Miming a few punches, Fighter laughed and took a drag of her cigarette glancing around at her surroundings. Fighter not only loved watching the fight itself but she loved watching the fights that erupted around the ring. Most people at these matches usually had too much to drink and not enough brains to think about the pigs hovering all around the crowd.
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Post by Smalls on May 27, 2008 23:43:38 GMT -5
Finding a stack of crates Smalls climbed up, shielding her eyes from the sun with one hand while holding a crate for balance with the other. She craned her neck, attempting to see every swing, when she heard a familiar voice. She glanced to her right, catching sight of Fighter. She smirked at the sight of the girl, watching her punch a fist in the air and shout. Smalls took a seat on her high crate, pulling out a cigarette before cupping a hand by her mouth and attempting to shout over the mobs' cheers. "Heya Fightah!"
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