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Post by Fighter Mallory on May 28, 2008 15:15:27 GMT -5
Fighter thought she heard someone shout her name and she glanced around, catching sight of Smalls. With a smile and a nod she started making her way through the crowd, grunting as she got shouldered and elbowed as she walked through. "Move out me way!" Finally getting fed up she began shoving people to get by. When she finally reached the crate Smalls was sitting on she was slightly out of breath. Fight pulled a piece of hair of her forehead where it had begun to stick because of sweat. "The crowd today is completely crazy! I love it." Laughing, Fighter pulled herself up on the crate and leaned back on her hands still watching the fight. "What you doin' all the way over here anyway?"
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Post by Smalls on Jun 10, 2008 22:29:29 GMT -5
Smalls shrugged, lighting her cigarette and taking a drag before speaking. "Best place ta see a good fight, maybe make some extra dough." She rarely made large bets, but she knew most of the boxers well enough to make some money now and again. "Whatta'bou' you?"
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jun 11, 2008 14:51:50 GMT -5
"Eh, I practically grew up here, love comin' to watch the boxers. Most of them were friends wit' me uncle." Fighter lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply, keeping a close eye on the boxers. She had a bit of money riding on this match, but not much. She'd spent the rest of the money she could spend on an apple and a drink. "You come here a lot?"
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Post by Smalls on Jun 11, 2008 18:40:22 GMT -5
Part of Smalls was listening, and part of her was focused on the fight. "Come on Coopah!" She sucked in her breath in sympathetic pain, then let out a grimaced "Ooh" along with most of the crowd as one opponent was punched to the ground. Hearing Fighter had stop speaking she glanced over, taking a second to realize what she had asked. "Well I don't feel like walkin' ta 'hattan every day, but I like ta make it heah least once a week, ya know?"
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jun 12, 2008 9:25:37 GMT -5
Fighter nodded, "Yeah I'm gonna stay up here tonight, haven't seen some friends in awhile. Beats walking back to Brooklyn if you need a place for the night." Fighter shouted when she saw a familiar face, "I'll be right back." She jumped off the crate and headed back into the crowd, still trying to get her friends attention.
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Post by Smalls on Jun 12, 2008 10:11:37 GMT -5
Smalls nodded absently, "Yeah I was thinkin' of bummin' a night at Duane St. an' headin' back ta Brooks in the mornin'." She took a puff of her cigarette before joining half the crowd in a standing cheer, and when she went to sit back down she noticed Fighter had wandered off.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jun 12, 2008 10:15:17 GMT -5
Fighter came back looking slightly ruffled, but smirking none the less. She sat back up in place next to Smalls, "Had to collect on a lil' debt. I knew I had a few around here still." With a laugh she patted her pocket and took a drag of her cigarette. "Duane St. does sound nice, think they got enough room for two? I'd still have to walk a bit to stay at my friends."
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Post by Smalls on Jun 12, 2008 10:23:58 GMT -5
She nodded at the other girl's explanation, leaning back on her arms as a new fight was about to start. "Oh, I'm shore Kelly'll make room." Smalls didn't spend a ton of time in Manhattan, but she knew Jack rarely turned someone away for the night.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jun 12, 2008 11:03:34 GMT -5
Fighter grinned and finished her cigarette, "Good, 'cause I really ain't in the mood to do much walking after the walk here. So you know why Spot would tell me to stay 'way from Zeke?" Fighter was just curious after being told by Spot not once, but twice to steer clear of him. He was good to look at like she'd told Spot but she wasn't looking for anything more serious. It definately interested her though that he was so adament about staying away. She always had a thing for forbidden fruit, per say.
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Post by Smalls on Jun 12, 2008 21:09:35 GMT -5
Smalls glanced over at the mention of Spot and managed to hear her question over the noise. She immediately smirked, taking a long drag on her cigarette before flicking it to the ground. "Look, Spot aint exactly okay with his newsies mixin' business with pleasah, least not that kinda pleasah, aint good for Brooks' sanity, ya know?" She paused thoughtfully for a moment, briefly wondering about her relationship with the Brooklyn leader, whatever it was. Hearing a loud shout for Cooper in the crowd she regained her focus, giving Fighter a knowing look. "Listen, Zeke, shore he aint bad ta look at, but he's nuthin' but a skoit chasah, alright? Trust me, you get involved with him, an' you become nuthin' but the butt a jokes around Brooks."
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jun 13, 2008 9:14:19 GMT -5
Fighter laughed, "Yeah it makes sense, I got no reason to put up wit' that for a handsome face and big arms." Leaning up Fighter watched, waiting for one to go down, god how she loved it here. Everything in the world made sense to her here, it was humanity at it's raw-est. "I like lookin' I was just wonderin' 'bout that." Her focus became distracted as Cooper landed a hard hit to the jaw. She grabbed her drink and took a sip before someone knocked into her legs, "'ey watch it!"
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Post by Smalls on Jun 13, 2008 12:45:43 GMT -5
Smalls nodded, satisfied. She was glad Fighter understood, because really, Smalls was starting to like her, but she woudln't be caught dead hanging out with one of Zeke's dumb broads. (I think I'll move it to the manhattan LH, if you'd care to follow  |
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jun 13, 2008 15:51:26 GMT -5
Fighter finished her drink and continued to glare at the person who had ran into her legs. She wasn't going to let herself become involved with someone who was only after one thing. That was something Fighter was not about.
(Sounds Good!)
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Post by Zeke Cooper on Jun 21, 2008 1:34:59 GMT -5
((New Day))
There he was, duking it out with the biggest bloke in the ring, and he was winning. Sort of, he had a black eye and his lip was split, his vision starting to blur but he wasn't down yet. He jabbed then a left hook, before getting a right into the side of the head. But he wasn't going down, not without a fight. And he was putting up a hell of a one. Two more hits and the man went down, the bell sounded and the crowd went wild. The ref held up his hand and he wiped the blood from his lip and a new cut just above his eye as she stumbled out of the ring.
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Post by Joe on Jun 24, 2008 23:19:46 GMT -5
"Good fight" Joe said as Zeke stepped out of the ring, But he wasnt here for pleasantries or introductions. He knew who Zeke was but he also knew Zeke sober or not knew a lot that went down on the shady side just as Joe did. "What's goin down Zeke? Somethins stirrin and its not good. You got any news for me?" Joe asked, he wasnt sure how Zeke would react to this first impression of him or if he would even tell him anything but he was tired of waiting for the shit to hit the fans.
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