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Post by Fighter Mallory on May 20, 2009 0:36:44 GMT -5
Fighter stilled under Lucky's hand and turned a icy look at Joe. She liked him and all but Lucky was right, he knew more than all of them and she'd learned her lesson about trusting men long ago. It also didn't help that the mere thought of something happening to Gwennie instilled a great fear in Fighter. A fear she hadn't known since the day she lost her uncle and she didn't like it one bit. Part of her was itching just to find Gwennie and make sure the girl was alright, but a larger part of her wanted to know just what the hell was going on. She didn't like how out of the loop she felt but she knew she brought it on herself by secluding herself these past few months. She was going to change that today.
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Post by muse on May 20, 2009 0:52:05 GMT -5
Muse stood in shock at Joe's news. Who would be kidnapping kids and why? She didn't know anyone in Manhattan so she felt a little out of place standing here and looked at Fighter as she started asking about Gwennie. She didn't know the little girl either, yup she spent to much time in Queens, she would have to stick around her more for a while. She looked at Joe to see his reaction to what Lucky had said and then glanced at Spot to see his reaction. She didn't know what was going to happen but she would do anything that they asked her to do. Knowing this information made her want to help.
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Post by Joe on May 21, 2009 18:23:51 GMT -5
Joe took a drag of his cigarette, tipped his hat up and looked at Lucky and Fight. The suspicion in their eyes hurt. Hurt a hell more than he liked it to but there it was and he knew if he was in their position he'd be looking at him the same way. He respected them for it, he didnt like it but he respected them.
"I know coise i listen.yeah?"
Joe looked away from the girls and crushed out the cigarette He could hear them asking themselves where he stood in all this, was he a brook or someone with no loyalites?
"Da reason i know whats goin on now Lucks is coise da same thin happened in Joirsey beforah i left.It wont be only Manhattan,its nevah just one bourough." He looked at Palmer wondering what happened to their relationship if she wouldnt even look him in the eye let alone stand by his word when it was questioned. Joe pulled his hat down and turned to leave.
"Next time ya want to question the loyalties of da messenger tell me, ya can suckah punch me in private."
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Post by Smalls on May 21, 2009 22:11:24 GMT -5
Smalls rolled her eyes as Fighter started panicking; she never understood the affection she had for children. "Damn Fight take a breath, I'm shore the little brat is fine." She wasn't trying to be cruel, she was just more concerned about what the hell Joe was talking about than the location of some annoying kid.
"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.."
Smalls looked incredulously at Lucky as she pulled out a smoke. "Maybe he just got back from hattan, don't take a genius to get those twits ta talk." Her cigarette hung on her lips as she spoke, and after getting it lit and taking a drag she went to speak again, but was interrupted by Joe.
"Next time ya want to question the loyalties of da messenger tell me, ya can suckah punch me in private."
She sighed as she watched him go, blowing out a puff of smoke and rolling her eyes as she moved back and sat down on the steps. It was getting far too dramatic for her. What with Fighter's outburst, Lucky's dangerous accusations, and Joe's storming out, the place was starting to feel more like Queens than Brooklyn.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on May 22, 2009 11:53:25 GMT -5
Fighter inwardly cringed at Smalls words but showed no physical reaction to them. This was part of the reason she had been staying away. She couldn't control her emotions the way she used to be able to and it was starting to unhinge her stability. It had all started months ago when she'd thought she caught her first glimpse of him. That's when the panic attacks had started and when she'd lost control. Maybe it wasn't the best idea for her to bring herself back around the house. She wouldn't be helpful to anyone if she couldn't even get a grip on her emotions for five minutes.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on May 22, 2009 14:51:18 GMT -5
Lucky watched him and turned her head, she wasn't accusing anything really. She was damn curious and no one person should know that much. Jersey huh? She shook her head and pulled out a smoke, and it wasn't insane either. She was just honest. There was no reason for her not to ask, they would have asked her the same question, anyone would have. Not a damn person in Brooklyn ever took things that were said for face value unless it was coming from Conlon.
"Look Joe I ain't accusing..." and she gave Smalls a dead look, shut up Palmer. She was pissed off all around, it made sense to ask and be cautious. She wasn't stupid. Her eyes turned back to Fight and she sighed. "Come on Fighter.. I'll buy you a beer.." she was tired of being in charge, she was just damn tired. She wanted to get away for awhile.
"Welcome home Conlon.."
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Post by Fighter Mallory on May 22, 2009 15:55:17 GMT -5
Fighter nodded, and pushed a piece of hair off her face feeling suddenly entirely spent of energy. It just seemed like it was one thing after another these days and it was starting to wear her down in more than one way. She gave a nod to the others and gave Conlon a look that she hope expressed her need to talk to him at some point without the others. She had a few worries of her own that involved only herself and she didn't want to get the others involved but she wanted to give her leader a heads up. Turning back to Lucky she nodded once more, "I need one."
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on May 22, 2009 16:09:13 GMT -5
"You look it," her friend responded, putting things with Joe out of her mind as she looked at Smalls. Basically telling her she'd talk to her about whatever was eating at Fight later if she could get it out of her. They were family here, and they fought like it sometimes. Sighing she ran her hand threw her now drying hair and slung an arm over Fighter's shoulders, leading her out of the lodging house and to the Pub.
((Heh post there when you get time Kat.. they can have girl talk time)
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Post by Smarty Jones on May 22, 2009 19:44:23 GMT -5
Smarty threw open the door to the lodging house, still fuming. "I hate Queens boys..." she said through grit teeth, and was surprised to see so many people downstaris...Spot included. Hadn't he been gone? She looked around at the stony faces of the others. "What's going on?"
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Post by Zeke Cooper on May 22, 2009 20:51:19 GMT -5
Zeke looked up at Smarty, great way to beak the tension. "You mean they have boys in Queens and not girly boys?" That was Zeke for you. He didn't like Queens kids anyway, it was just the way it was. He looked around the room and sighed, running his hand over his hair. "Right... so kids are getting napped..." get things back on topic; Joe, Lucky and Fighter were gone leaving the group a bit thinned out. "I've got a fight tonight... I should head to Manhattan, I'll ask around while I'm there.."
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Post by muse on May 22, 2009 21:07:31 GMT -5
"I need a smoke." Muse said as she stepped off the stairs and towards the door. Stepping out she lit a match placing it at the tip of the stick and took a drag from the cigarette she extracted from her pocket. Shaking out the match she flicked it to the side and headed away from the lodging house to take a walk. She would have to keep an open eye and ear out for anything strange going on.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Jul 24, 2009 1:28:40 GMT -5
=New Day= Lucky laid on the couch downstairs, closing her eyes and grumbling as she held something cold against her face. She wanted to swear, and she was in her native tongue and in English. She'd get that sonova bitch. With a switch blade, in his sleep, carving his eyes out of his head and putting them in a pumpkin for Halloween. She was even shocked at herself. The idea of carving out someones insides and using them to string Christmas lights did cross her mind though. She snorted a bit and leaned back with a groan. Her face hurt, her head hurt and she was blistering pissed. And all the things she envisioned doing to the man that had grabbed her paled in comparison to what she had a feeling Spot was going to do. If he ever got back already. "I'm tired of being in charge.. where the hell are you Conlon?!" her face hurt when she shouted and she groaned again. Sonova bitch. |
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jul 27, 2009 14:52:21 GMT -5
Fighter took a drag of the cigarette in her hand as she walked in the door in time to here Lucky shouting about Conlon. Walking over to the entryway of the room where Lucky was laying Fighter leaned against the doorjamb. "That's not gonna make your face feel better." Although Fighter wasn't one to talk considering she was feeling the bruises she'd accumulated from her tussle with Scar. Of course, Lucky looked worse off than she was. It was a good thing she'd caught him off guard without his guns or else she'd probably look as much like hell as Lucky did. "What the hell happened to you?"
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Post by spot on Jul 27, 2009 17:43:54 GMT -5
By the time Spot Conlon had made it back to Brooklyn--back home--he was more than ready to retreat to his room and deal with everything in the morning. Hell, he had no intention of even making his presence known until tomorrow.
Pushing through door, Spot moved through the dimly lit lodging house. Tugging his cap off, he tossed the age-old thing on the front desk and ran a hand through his mussed hair. It was in bad need of a cut.
Spot had put one foot on the stairs when, "I'm tired of being in charge.. where the hell are you Conlon?!" The voice was unmistakable and the remark well-deserved.
Spot’s impeccable timing even stumped him sometimes. “No reason you should be wakin’ everyone up with your whining, Lucks.” Striding into the room, Spot approached the brunette with a smirk--
--A smirk that disappeared as soon as he got a good look at her. “The hell?” He muttered, eyebrows furrowed. “Who in the hell managed to beat you so good?” It was rare that Lucky came out on the wrong side of a fight, even rarer she came out looking as bad as she did.
Spot pushed past Fighter, annoyed she hadn’t done a damn thing for the bleeding Brooklynite, and grabbed a ratty old cloth from the kitchen. Moving back to the sofa, he tossed the cloth at Lucky, sitting himself opposite her on a rickety coffee table.
“I know it’s been awhile, but oh, how the mighty have fallen.” He quipped sourly, referencing both Lucky’s sad state and the state of things in general.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Jul 27, 2009 18:37:09 GMT -5
"Hey!" she managed to yelp at Spot and Fighter, leveling herself up with a scowl that just made her feel worse. But she shoved the cloth Spot had tossed against her face and snorted, deciding that she could answer the same question for both people.
"Some Bull tried ta grab me in the park, said I was coming with him and tried to put my lights out. Didn't realize he was tangling with who he was tanglin with.. got me good a few times, knocked me around pretty good but I got him in the jewels.." she grumbled and wished she had a smoke or something to stop her spinning head. She leaned back and whipped some of the blood from her lip. "And we hold down the fort pretty damn good in your absence Conlon and you know it... " god her head hurt, she was scowling threw the pain as she looked up at Fighter. Man she looked spiffy too but her eyes turned back to Spot.
She waved her hand at Spot, "Thanks Conlon I love you too. and we're only missin two or ours ya know... TWO... and that's better than I can say for the rest of the city... where the hell you been!?"
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