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Post by Fighter Mallory on Apr 10, 2009 8:03:12 GMT -5
Fighter heard the footsteps approaching and lifted her eyes to see who was coming. She finished the rest of her liquour before dropping the bottle over the side of the bridge and nodding at Prince in a return greeting. She didn't feel the need to say anything because she wasn't in the talking mood. Pulling out another cigarette, Fighter lit it and inhaled deeply, leaning against the railing. (okay  ) |
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Post by Joe on Apr 10, 2009 15:02:56 GMT -5
Joe walked over with his hands stretched above his head like he had been strolling. He bumped fighter as she leaned against the railing and smirked down at her.
"Dont fall ovah love" He joked "No ones heah ta save you...." he looked at her. "Ya know just ta be safe." Joe picked fighter up and put her down a couple feet away from the railing. He was in one of those rare moods of playfulness after the fight. God he loved being alive. He smirked at the two girls with him now. A fight and two dames the night just keeps getting better.
( alright this may be the last post until really late this weekend if i can get to a library with computers. Stupid technology and computer crashing. Sorry guys)
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Post by Prince on Apr 11, 2009 0:41:58 GMT -5
Prince glanced from one Brooklynite to the other and smiled only slightly. The good news of the matter was around these two she was safe. She felt just a little insecure at this location in the city.
Her face was a little red from her blood running from the fight, breathing still not quite back to normal. But she did wonder what in the world was with Joe. He seemed a bit too chipper for the events they had just managed to escape. She glanced over her shoulder slightly before turning back to them. She nodded slightly. "How are things, Fighter?" she asked maintaining her bass like pitch of a boy.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Apr 12, 2009 10:37:01 GMT -5
Fighter gave a mock salute to Joe as he set her down, "Aye, aye sir!" She smirked and took a drag of her cigarette. Glancing between them it was obvious there'd been a fight and she was sore she'd missed it. It would've been nice to able to get rid of some pent up emotions on someone else's face. Eh, there would always be another fight another day. "Same as always, Prince. How 'bout you? Joe here getting you into trouble?"
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Post by Joe on Apr 13, 2009 14:38:36 GMT -5
Joe leaned back against the railing smirking at Fighter and raised his eyebrow at the salute before laughing out loud.
Joe here getting you into trouble?
"Och lass you wound me lass. I would nevah..." Joe grinned charmingly and winked at Prince. "Not unless da dame was willing." he added to Fighter and continued to smoke his cigarette as he stretched his back over the railing. He knew staying loose helped when you never knew what was coming and judging from Prince the dame was wound tighter that a coil of twine.
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Post by Prince on Apr 13, 2009 17:22:52 GMT -5
She scoffed slightly. "If only," she said shaking her head. "It was more the other way around really." She sighed slightly. She wished she didn't cause so much trouble, but it seemed that she was destined to do that for a while... or for now anyway.
She decided that she would try and not make the whole situation not fun, so she said, "Ya shoulda been there Fighter. Outta nowhere Joe decides that he's gonna punch me in the face! So I go flyin'... well at this point Joe didn't seem like the type ta just punch a girl when she ain't ready for it, so I figured somethin' was up. I swung at the guy behind Joe and a whole bar fight broke out. It was a great time," she said smiling by the end of her story.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Apr 14, 2009 10:43:38 GMT -5
Fighter laughed when Prince finished telling her about the fight. "Did you get the chance to deck Joe back?" A smirk fell across her lips, "If not I'd happily make sure he ends up with a black eye by the end of the night." It was obvious Fighter wished she hadn't missed the fight, but nothing could be done about that.
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Post by Joe on Apr 14, 2009 12:09:36 GMT -5
Joe smirked as prince recounted the tale of the fight. "Breathe love." He joked and rolled his shoulders.
If not I'd happily make sure he ends up with a black eye by the end of the night.
"Oy," He stood up straight and gave what wasnt quite a menacing look, hell he was in to good of a mood. "Ise already gots a black eye. Dont need anothah. now a kiss ta make it bettah. dat i'll take" He winked at Prince and sidled up to Fighter and tapped his cheek with the hand holding his cigarette. "Heahs wheah it hoirts." He smirked and took a drag.
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Post by Prince on Apr 18, 2009 14:26:08 GMT -5
Prince shook her head. Some people she decided she would simply never be able to understand. Joe was one of them. And she was perfectly alright with that. She chuckled at the same at his antics, and was curious to see what Fighter would do. Though, she some how doubted it would be a kiss.
(I'm so sorry guys, it's been hell week around here. I'm back full force now!)
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Apr 19, 2009 16:41:05 GMT -5
A scowl crossed Fighters face when Joe pointed to his cheek and said she should kiss it to make it feel better. "Oh, would that make it disappear?" Fighter smirked and punched him lightly in the spot he had pointed to. "You know me, I love to make things worse not better." Shaking her head slightly Fight took a drag of her cigarette. "How is it you always end up having all the fun, huh?"
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Post by Joe on Apr 19, 2009 18:54:11 GMT -5
Joe smirked at Fighters punch and leaned back once again on the railing. It stung but he'd live. He stretched his arms out and boosted himself onto the railing.
How is it you always end up having all the fun, huh?
"Coise youah a bit dull at times." Joe joked shrugging his shoulders with nonchalance. Taking a drag he let it burn his lungs before he blew it into the night air. "Wheah as wit me fun follows close behind." He grinned "Ya gotta make youah own fun loves, take it from wheah youse can get it."
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Post by Prince on Apr 20, 2009 22:04:24 GMT -5
Made sense to her. But at the same time, she may have been having a little bit too much freedom around this city.
"Thanks again you guys, but I got some errands to run," she said with a wave. "Oh," she walked over to Joe. She wasn't sure if this would confuse him or not, but she thought it would be fun... for kicks. She returned the kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for your help. You saved my butt back there," she said sincerely meaning the thanks.
"See youse two around," she said and with that began to make her exit into Manhattan. She needed to find Medda.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Apr 21, 2009 14:57:04 GMT -5
Fighter smirked when Prince kissed Joe's cheek before walking off. She took a drag of her cigarette and followed Prince's movements with her eyes until she was no longer in sight. "Got an admirer in the Queens leader?"
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Post by Joe on Apr 22, 2009 20:40:30 GMT -5
Thanks for your help. You saved my butt back there
"I'll punch youah beautiful face any day love." Joe winked at Prince good naturedly and bowed charmingly to her.
"Dont be a strangah. I'm always neah by." he smirked, it wasnt a matter of good timeing on his part though it did help, he just had a way with information. Joe watched her leave knowing he'd be seeing her and that she was safe in the direction of Manhattan. He watched her backside until she was out of sight then took a drag of his cigarette.
Got an admirer in the Queens leader?
"Yeah it was love at foirst punch." Joe smirked charmingly and winked at Fighter "Love, when is me havin an admirer news?"
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Post by Zeke Cooper on Apr 22, 2009 23:55:09 GMT -5
"I though it was," Zeke had been with his new dame-- until things had gotten dicey and her man had come home to-- well them in the middle of something that still had him grinning even though he'd barely escaped with his life. He dropped an arm around Fighter and grinned.
"I mean, Joe, and admirer? Be still me poor beatin heart.." he started to chuckle but he'd go blow to blow with Joe any day. why not? They were Brooks.
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