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Post by Administrator on Apr 13, 2010 16:02:26 GMT -5
It's crowded and dank, hopefully someone is coming to save you!
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Post by dutchy on Jan 20, 2011 12:53:49 GMT -5
Dutchy sniffled, wiping his nose on the sleeve of his shirt. He shouldn't be here. He didn't steal that damn book. Honest he didn't. He was just holding it... in his vest, to look at another book. It wasn't Dutchy's fault there was no place to set things down. And the ground was wet from a leak in the pipes above him. Who owns a book store and doesn't fix a leaky pipe? If Dutchy had taken the book than he was damn well saving it from being ruined.
He got up from the bunk, folding his arms across his chest and leaning against the window, looking out. It had been about a week since he landed in here. He knew the fellas couldn't bust everyone out every time... but it was cold! And smelly.
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Post by Skittery James on Jan 21, 2011 12:48:58 GMT -5
He may not have stolen the book but that didn't really matter as Skitts moved over to the bars of the window, making the psst, noise as he danced back and forth from one foot to the other. Why was it HIS turn to break someone out? He figured it shouldn't be the one to be here but he sighed, glancing over at Snitch.
"Gettin you out Dutch," he replied trying his dance again, maybe the dance would bring the warmth gods. Hah, God. What a joke. Shifting again he tied the rope around the bars, as they'd all done this more than once before.Everyone had ended up in the refuge at some point in their life.
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Post by dutchy on Jan 21, 2011 13:06:30 GMT -5
Dutchy grinned, taking a few steps back to give the man some room. A few of the younger kids scampered to the door to keep an eye out for them. "What took you fellas so long, huh?" Dutchy ribbed good naturedly. It hadn't been too bad here and the bruise on his arm the cop had given him dragging him away was starting not to hurt. His hand ached, but that was because it was cold, and his hand was another story all together. Ages ago.
"Draw the short stick, Skit?" He knew dangling from the roof on a rope in this weather wasn't exactly a walk in the park. He appreciated the gesture of getting busted out, but he wouldn't have held it against anyone if they had left him.
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Post by Skittery James on Jan 21, 2011 13:18:53 GMT -5
Skittery snorted and gave him a rather charming gesture with his finger. Yeah, twice. Bumlets had offered to go but Skitts knew when he was licked and fate was just fucking with him. Tying the rope around the bards and securing it tightly, he was fucking cold and the breeze was making him wish he was dead.
"You think?" he said as he motioned for him to hurry, waving his hand as he made the sign for them to get the go. "Come on, Dutch, it's fuggin cold out here." He didn't mind the ribbing and as soon as he had some scotch and was nice and comfortable back at the lodging house he'd joke to his hearts content. "How the hell'd you get in here anyway? Your faster than some I could mention.."
Blink failed at life, Skitts had come to terms with this.
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Post by dutchy on Jan 22, 2011 1:05:57 GMT -5
"Ah, some stupid thing about a book." Dutchy hurried as fast as he could with his pants and shoes, leaving the nightshirt on just for now. Luckily he had, since he found himself being shoved towards the bed by the younger boys from the door. Dutchy jumped under the covers, hiding his lower half. One hissed at Skittery to move from the way of the window and another put out the lights quickly. The rope was still tied to the bars when the guard opened the door to the room. He only peered in for a headcount and closed the door back. The same young boys pulled Dutchy out and handed him his belongings, all giving him their goodbyes as he pulled his hat on backwards and climbed on the window ledge.
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Post by Skittery James on Jan 26, 2011 16:50:29 GMT -5
Swearing when he had to move away he kept quiet until he was brought back. He gave Ten Pin a salute as he waited for Dutchy to hurry up and get out on the ledge. Grabbing the other guy's hand to get some help getting down. This was ridiculous, "You are buying me some scotch when this is over," the jersey boy muttered as he looked down, taking the other guy as he waited to be lowered to the ground.
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