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Post by Fighter Mallory on May 15, 2009 22:38:58 GMT -5
Fighter shifted her weight to glance at Danny as he entered the room and tilted her head slightly to acknowledge him. Then she caught sight of someone she didn't know and a slight frown appeared on her face before Zeke entered the room and another smirk crossed her face. She nodded back in response to him before facing Spot.
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Post by Smalls on May 16, 2009 12:10:38 GMT -5
Smalls remained seated on the iron step of the fire escape as the Brooklyn leader's voice easily carried up through the open window. She took a final drag on her cigarette and flicked it down into the alley, blowing out her final puff of smoke as she stared thoughtfully at nothing. An internal battle raged beneath her careless exterior as she attempted to discern the best course of action.
After a moments thought she stood abruptly, heaving a sigh and stepping toward the window. She was done playing the part of the whiny bitch; if Conlon was back, then he was back. She'd be damned if she let him see she cared when he so clearly didn't. If there was one thing that set Smalls apart from most women (other than the inclination to brawl) it was the iron grip she had on her emotions.
Climbing through the window she straightened her hat and slowly sauntered out of the bunk room. As she reached the bottom of the stairs she took her place next to Fighter, leaning her shoulder against the banister and crossing her arms over her chest. For a moment she avoided Spot's gaze, but when she finally looked up her expression was no different than anyone in the room, a simple expectation of what it was he had to say.
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Post by spotconlon on May 16, 2009 19:26:53 GMT -5
Well well well..six. And only one face he wasn't familiar with. Not too damn bad. At least Lucky and Smalls had been keeping the rats out of the Burrough...
He glanced at Smalls once, and seeing the way she was looking at him....he knew he'd have to talk to her privately, try to get her to understand. It was only a spark in his eye, but his face didn't change, and he quickly moved his eyes about the room, moving forward, that cane tapping on the side of his shoe.
Spot's eyes were hard as he spoke. The snark was still in him..but there was something more mature, more calculating now, "Glad to see I don't have a gaggle of idiotic giggling girls under foot." He smirked, slipping the cane under his arm. "I bet you've all been wondering where your beloved leader has been all these damn months."
He pulled out a cigarette, lighting it. "Chain gang. Even your old damn leader trips up occasionally..and when five cops corner you after stealin' from the ex mayor of New York well...you get sent off for a bit." He hated admitting his failure, even to those he trusted deeply--his kids. This group. He took a long drag, looking at each of them, daring them to say something about it. "But I'm back, and I want to know if you let this place go to hell." ..it was clear that it hadn't, but still..better safe than sorry.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on May 16, 2009 19:32:18 GMT -5
Lucky looked around the room, they'd pretty much kept the riff out of Brooklyn. And she'd grown too. They all had, and nearly none of them were really newsies anymore. But they stayed, be it out of loyalty to Spot or that the rent was cheaper than anywhere else in the City. Brooklyn was home.
Her brow lifted and she smirked before she started to chuckle. Nodding as she finished toweling her hair off and setting it on the banister.
"We've got some problems Conlon... Someone called a Leaders meeting... none of the leaders did but someone sent Tip Off to everyone.. Everyone is pissed.." That was what Spot needed to know from what's been going on. But she looked around the room. "Other then that, we've been holdin' Brooklyn. It's our home.." And they would fight to the teeth to keep it.
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Post by Danny Hughes on May 17, 2009 10:56:44 GMT -5
Danny's eyebrows rose slightly at Spot's explanation of where he'd been. He always knew the guy had nerves of steel, but stealing from the mayor? He smirked-- impressive.
At Spot's question of the state of Brooklyn Danny merely glanced around, willing the others to speak. Sure he lived here, he followed the rules, he had Brooklyn's back; but he wasn't involved in much of the goings on.
"We've got some problems Conlon... Someone called a Leaders meeting... none of the leaders did but someone sent Tip Off to everyone.. Everyone is pissed.."
He grinned inwardly, he knew Lucky would be the one to step up now, being that she basically ran the place in his absence. What she had to say though surprised Danny slightly, as he had not yet heard anything about it. He knew Tip Off, and the kid knew better than to call a meeting without leaders' orders... unless of course his life depended on it.
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Post by muse on May 17, 2009 17:39:17 GMT -5
Muse buried her hands in her pockets and played with the cigarette that was in one and listened to Spot talk. She had heard stories about Spot and she wasn't sure if they were truth or just rumors. But when he said that he was on a chain gang for stealing from the ex mayor, she knew that most were probably true.
She looked at Lucky when she informed their leader about the leaders meeting and raised an eyebrow, she wasn't sure what was going on and decided to spend a little less time at the racetrack in Queens and a little more time in Brooklyn.
She looked to Spot curious to see his reaction to the news that Lucky had just given.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on May 17, 2009 19:52:31 GMT -5
Fighter nodded her head slightly to Smalls when she stopped next to her before returning her attention to Spot. As he explained where he'd been her eyebrow shot up. Stealing from the Mayor, that was definitely ballsy. It explained his changed appearance though, she only knew one other person that had ended up in a chain gang due to misconduct and he had come back looking buff as well. When Lucky spoke about the leaders meaning Fighter glanced at her. She hadn't known that one had been called let alone that it was a sham and somebody had just been toying with them.
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Post by Smalls on May 17, 2009 22:26:10 GMT -5
"Chain gang. Even your old damn leader trips up occasionally..and when five cops corner you after stealin' from the ex mayor of New York well...you get sent off for a bit."
Smalls dropped her eyes to the floor, feeling momentary guilt for her earlier assumptions. Quickly recovering, however, she couldn't suppress the slightest hint of a smirk at the idea of Spot stealing from the former mayor. Sure it got him six months in jail, but damn, she wished she'd been there.
At Lucky's comment about the leader's meeting she tensed, glancing over at her friend with a look that made it clear she still hadn't forgiven her for dragging her along. The memory of the previous day was still fresh in her mind, and in her opinion Lucky had left out the most important part-- that the damn Cowboy in Manhattan needed a good kick in the ass.
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Post by Zeke Cooper on May 17, 2009 23:44:19 GMT -5
Zeke lifted a brow at his leader and said nothing, a chain gang huh? Heh, they always knew Spot had it in him. He took out a smoke and lit it, taking a long drag. They were Brooklyn's Army. All of them, sure kids came and went but the real true blue Brooks kids stayed... and were never going to leave. As far as Zeke was concerned he'd probably live and die by Spots command for the rest of his life.
He listened to Lucky and his brow hitched once more, this wasn't good and the look Smalls was sending her way was even more deadly. Wait for orders.. that's what the Brooks kids did. And-- he would.
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Post by Joe on May 18, 2009 11:56:04 GMT -5
Joes eyes were cold and hard, his jaw clenched and unclenched. A muscle by his eye twitched. He hadnt been like this since jersey. Hell since he killed a man. Taking a drag of his cigarette he pulled his hat low over his eyes to keep them from anyone who could read them, namely Palmer. There was murder there. Pushed wrong and it'd be a painful one for whomever crossed it. He let the nicotine burn his lungs and shoved his way into the lodging knowing Conlon was already there.
He heard of the kidnappings in Manhattan, only a couple kids were taken. The easy ones that people wouldnt notice right away. He'd seen it before. He knew the signs. It was happening again and he'd be damned if it ended the same way this time. They weren't getting away, not alive.
"Trouble." Joe said one word his eyes locked on Conlons. No greeting, no where the hell have you been, though he was thinking it. He said one word. His eyes cold, frozen anger and eerie calmness. Not even Palmer had seen him like this, she had left before that. The deadly stillness in his body was why he had left Jersey, for a new start. Now it was back. He took a drag of his cigarette.
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Post by spotconlon on May 18, 2009 16:17:44 GMT -5
Spot raised his eyebrow at Lucky, smirking. "Let me rephrase that statement for ya, Lucky. Cowboy got all pissy and pissed the rest of ya off, hm?" He remembered the last damn meeting--same thing happened. Jack didn't know how to keep his own damn opinions to himself. He wasn't the leader of the whole damn crew.
If anyone, that shoulda been him.
"Sounds like I gotta pay a visit to the other leaders. I'm not gonna have them disrespectin' any of my kids--especially if you were actin' in my place." He spit on the floor, glowering. At least Brooklyn was in order--sounded like, as usual, he was gonna have to clean up the rest of the damn burroughs.
"Congrats Lucky. You're off my shite list." He smirked--it was the best she was going to get out of him--it was the best he could do as a thank you. But he meant it.
He was gonna say more, when Joe strolled in, rolling his eyes he gave a mock bow, "So kind of you to join us, Joe. What ever did we do for your presence?" He snorted and took a drag off his cigarette.
"Don't be tellin' me trouble without expoundin'. Trouble is a pretty broad word considerin' we're known for makin' it."
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on May 18, 2009 16:43:48 GMT -5
Lucks smirked and nodded, it was the truth. Kelly had something up his back end and pissed off everyone leaving Dodger to be the voice of reason. Annoyed at it now she figured Dodger wasn't so bad-- right now she had worked off the anger.
"Congrats Lucky. You're off my shite list."
That was probably better than a thank you, they'd been a bit at odds for awhile. Well he'd been at odds, she'd gotten over it ages ago but Spot rarely got over anything. So she accepted that and then her brow lifted when Joe spoke. What in the nine hells was he gabbing about?
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Post by Joe on May 18, 2009 18:54:13 GMT -5
So kind of you to join us, Joe. What ever did we do for your presence?
Joe curled his lip and the muscle by his eye twitched with Conlons greeting. He cracked his knuckles and nodded his head in mock respect. "Just youah sudden appearance was call enough." he said evenly.
"Kids are gettin abducted in Manhattan." he took a drag of his cigarette and forced his jaw to unclench. Conlons rubbed a lot of people the wrong way usually he wasnt one of them.
"Happened da same time as da Leadah meeting dat no one called." he locked eyes with Lucky and Palmer, knowing they had been there and what had went down.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on May 19, 2009 13:49:00 GMT -5
Fighter glanced at Joe when he spoke and her brow rose a few inches when he simply said trouble. She glanced back at Conlon as he spoke and bit back a smile when he let Lucky know she was back on good terms with him. It was about time since the entire time she'd been at the lodging house it had seemed that things were a little tense between the two. When Conlon told Joe to elaborate and he did a frown crossed her face and worry clouded her eyes. She didn't know many Manhattan kids and honestly the only kid she gave a damn about was Gwennie whom she hadn't seen in months due to the fact that she spent most of her time alone wondering between the burroughs.
"What do you mean kids are being kidnapped? How do you know that? How do you know it's just Manhattan Joe? Anyone seen Gwennie?" Once the words left her mouth she spun on her heel and headed to check throughout the house and then she was going to start visiting all the places she knew Gwennie loved to frequent.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on May 19, 2009 23:56:51 GMT -5
Lucky put her hand on Fighter's shoulder, "Calm down Fight.." her voice was calm and she lifted her head a bit to watch Joe evenly. "I'm curious to Joe. How is it that you always know about all the bad things that happen around here huh? Seems like you are always in the know even when you should be as clueless as the rest of us. I ain't saying that I actually know what you're talkin about.. no one from Brooks is missing.." she looked down at Fighter. "I'm sure she's fine.." it was her friend she cared about and Joe was tapping on a nerve. She was curious how he always seemed to know things, even when it had only been a day since the meeting.
She loved Joe like a brother, but he was saying a lot of things that had her skin prickle. Always knew something that others didnt'. Made a person wonder where his loyalties really lie. And who you could really trust.
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