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Post by Fighter Mallory on Feb 13, 2011 2:10:39 GMT -5
Fighter shook her head at his offer for a pretzel. She wasn't particularly hungry and she wasn't gonna let this kid she didn't know buy her food. He seemed nice enough but she wasn't the type of person who liked feeling in debt to another. "I love it here..practically grew up at the ring. My uncle was a prize fighter."
She smirked at him before focusing her attention on the fight that had just started. "It's a good place to have a beer and win some money." Which were two of her top three favorite things to do. If she got into a fight, today would be a perfect day for her. "Your one of Kelly's, right?"
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Post by mush on Feb 13, 2011 2:22:06 GMT -5
Mush sat there listening and bought a pretzel. Mush wasn't the type to allowed debts to be paid back, he was just a nice guy. He liked doing things for girls especially. It was the gentleman thing to do. He took a bite out of it and offered a piece to her... even though she said she didn't want one. Maybe she'd like a piece just the same. "That's real neat," he said nodding to her about her uncle. "So you know how to fight too huh?" he asked as he looked from her to the fight that had just started.
"Yeah," he nodded. "I live here, Manhattan is my home, I work under Jack," he smiled. He liked Manhattan, and wouldn't really call anywhere else his home if he had a choice. "You... aren't," he said quietly. "Where are you from Miss Fighter?" and he took another large bite out of the pretzel.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Feb 13, 2011 2:28:09 GMT -5
She shook her head when he offered her the pretzel piece. She watched the fight closely wanting to make sure the man she'd bet on was the right one. It was pretty easy for her to judge who had the better moves and unless the other guy got lucky she was gonna walk away with a nice bit of cash today. "Uh-huh," She said to his question. "Know a few moves," Fighter smirked tilting her head to the side to look at him. "Want me to show you?" She was joking for the most part and couldn't help but give him a wide smile.
"Brooklyn," She said as her eyes turned back to the fight. It looked like it would be a long one, but she didn't mind. She hated when they ended too early. "You always lived in Manhattan?" Fighter realized she was being more conversational then usual but she put it down to the fact that he could be one of Dave's friend and she didn't need to make enemies of them now.
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Post by mush on Feb 13, 2011 2:39:39 GMT -5
When Fighter offered to show him some moves he was a little scared for a second, that was until she smiled at him, and then he smiled back, realizing she was kidding. "Well... maybe later," he said nodding. "Chances are good, since you're from Brooklyn... you're pretty good," he chuckled a little and then ate the piece of pretzel he had been offering her. She obviously didn't want it, that was okay.
"Lived in Manhattan ever since I got here," he said nodding. How long had that been? Well, as long as he could remember, almost. He had a few faded memories of a young child hood, but he didn't know anymore if those were memories or stories and pictures he made up. "And i been here since as long as I can remember. You always lived in Brooklyn? You like it?" He knew all Brooklyn people who liked brooklyn belonged there. Those that didn't were soon kicked out and sent to fend for themselves, or live elsewhere.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Feb 13, 2011 3:27:02 GMT -5
A small chuckle escaped her and a smirk fell back into place across her lips. "Those are good chances," She said quietly. It was true that most in Brooklyn knew how to fight and the ones who didn't usually learned quickly or didn't last. Fighter was one of the ones who had learned quickly and at a young age. When she'd first come to Brooklyn her uncle had refused to let her out of the apartment without him at her side until she knew how to defend herself.
"Not always," She said taking a drag of her cigarette. "Born in Philadelphia, but I grew up here for the most part." Her father had abandoned her at a very young age but her uncle had always been like a father to her. "Love Brooklyn," Fighter couldn't help but smirk at his question. "Wouldn't live there otherwise. You like 'hattan?"
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Post by mush on Feb 13, 2011 3:37:29 GMT -5
He couldn't help but smile at his chances. Maybe he'd ask her to show him much much later. He went back to watching the fight watching the two man dance around. He couldn't imagine this pretty young girl doing the same thing. but at the same time, he wasn't a fighter himself. He'd fight, he could hold his own, but he was too nice to be doing any of that. He preferred to smile and laugh and joke around than throw punches.
He nodded instantly. "I do like it," he grinned at her. "I like the people, I know the place well... yeah I like it." Mush chuckled a little and took another bite of his pretzel. "Just asked 'cause I know some people don't always live where they wanna." Mush shrugged, "No offense, but I didn't see a pretty girl like you liking a tough place like Brooklyn. But I'm glad ya do." She might take offense, and it wouldn't surprise him if she did, but she seemed like such a nice and good person, based on what he'd seen she didn't fit Brooklyn. Of course, it was just a first impression, so it wouldn't surprise him if he was wrong.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Feb 13, 2011 16:00:50 GMT -5
Fighter snickered quietly at his words and shook her head. She knew she was being friendlier then usual, but she had her own motives for that. Her lip had healed, but there was still faint bruising around it. Jewel hit lighter then a child. Her knuckles on the other hand were slightly mangled looking, but she supposed he hadn't noticed them. "Thanks, I guess..." She trailed off, a smirk firmly planted on her face.
Fighter snubbed out her cigarette and leaned back against the bleacher behind her. "Brooklyn's only tough when you don't have friends or know your way around." Fighter couldn't help but chuckle again, "I fit in well enough with them." She did have a horrible temper after all and was extremely private and loyal, normal characteristics for a Brooklyn kid. "Imagine you fit in just as well here."
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Post by mush on Feb 13, 2011 17:48:58 GMT -5
Mush was quite glad he hadn't offended her by calling her pretty or anything else he said. He knew the Brooklyn kids could be a bit touchy about things and were not one's for... femanistic qualities really. All the same, Mush was never one to lie, though he may be a flirt and all for flattery, he didn't lie.
"Yeah," he said with a small nod. "I do fight in alright down here. I bet," he said as he thought out loud, "that everywhere is a little harder without friends." He couldn't remember not having friends in Manhattan he'd been there so long. What would it be like to come into a lodging house one day and just... start over? "And not knowin' your way around would just... be dangerous." And that was true. He knew Manhattan upwards and backwards and sideways and long ways, but he could get lost in Brooklyn in five minutes if he wasn't careful. But then again, how often did he go there?
"So," he said, "I guess you like ta come up here quite a bit to watch the fights huh? Since your uncle was in 'em and all," he said as he looked at her again, happy for the small bit of conversation, and enjoying her company no less. He found her rather congenial, for a Brooklyn girl.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Feb 13, 2011 18:13:32 GMT -5
Fighter nodded her head, though her attention was focused mainly on the fight. It had just started getting interesting and she couldn't help but jump up and yell for the boxer she'd bet on to pound his face. She mimed a few punches before collapsing back down onto the bleachers with a laugh. "Yeah, I don't like going places I'm not familiar with."
"Uh-huh, I love it here." She glanced over sparing him a small smile before focusing back on the fight. "Reminds me a lot of him, but I've always loved coming to fights." At least as long as she could remember the boxing ring had been a home away from home. Her uncle had definitely instilled a certain passion for boxing and fighting in her.
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Post by mush on Feb 13, 2011 18:26:24 GMT -5
Mush watched her jump up and jump around and yell and scream. He found it odd honestly that a girl would do that, but didn't remark on it. He just sat there looking up at her and once he sat back down blinked and sort of got readjusted in his skin. He wasn't used to girls being so... loud. "Uh-huh..." was all he could say to her then.
He nodded as he listened to her speak of family and and how she loved the fights and all, it made him smile. He thought everyone should have a passion for something, even if it was something that maybe not everyone expected. "it's good ya like it then," he said with a wide grin. "Do me a favor?" he asked her. "Who did ya bet on and... how exactly do ya win? Neither one of 'em look like their winnin' to me..." Mush didn't understand the rules of professional fighting. Street fighting had practically no rules, so this was something he was now interested to learn about. What better person to tell him than her?
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Feb 14, 2011 20:34:59 GMT -5
Fighter didn't even notice that she'd made him uncomfortable and wouldn't care even if she did. Boxing was one of the things she truly enjoyed in this city and she wasn't the type to filter her words or actions because someone else was uncomfortable. "I don't get into specifics, just put my money on the bucko I thinks got the best chances of winning or knocking out the other."
Her eyes continued to stay fixated on the fight as she explained to Mush. "I've spent so much time watching fights, it's easy to see who has the edge on the other." She pointed to the one she'd bet on. "That one, Thompson, has a left hook that could easily mangle a face if he puts enough force behind it. I'm betting he'll knock the other guy, Hallahan, out before the tenth."
She rubbed her hands together as she continued to watch the fight. "Hallahan's too predictable to win against someone like Thompson. If you watch you'll see he uses the same combination of moves and punches every thirty seconds." Fighter had an eye for boxing and she watched enough of their fights to be able to pick those types of things up within moments of watching the boxers. She could already see where Thompson would have an opening for his left hook.
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Post by mush on Feb 14, 2011 23:43:49 GMT -5
By no means was he expecting her to act differently because she was around him. Mush wouldn't have anyone pretending to be something they weren't just because he was there. He was entirely too relaxed to care too much, mostly. Besides if people weren't acting like themselves around him, then it was more difficult to get to know him, and that's what he loved to do.
He tried his absolute best to keep up with what she was saying as she explained and described the fighters methods, strengths, weaknesses, and the point of how the fight worked. He was rather fascinated by it all. Mush wasn't technically a fighter at all, but it was interesting to hear about it!
He started focusing on the fight a little more. He was still high in energy, feeding off of the energy of the crowed. And he found that Fighter was right. "Holy Cow! Why does that guy do the same thing over and over again? He's gonna get himself hurt with a predictable pattern like that!" he exclaimed looking between Fighter and the fight before him. This was one remarkably different girl than he had ever met. Usually they were girly in some way, but she was definitely from Brooklyn. He considered her a new friend, and he liked it.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Feb 15, 2011 19:32:16 GMT -5
Fighter laughed quietly at his comment and nodded her head. He certainly wasn't the brightest boxer she'd ever seen, but sometimes things like that could go undiscovered by the opposing boxer. Fortunately for her Thompson was more then competent and she knew he'd figure it out eventually. Probably sooner rather then later which meant the fight most likely wouldn't last as long as they normally did, but she'd still have more money in her pocket.
She took one last drag of her cigarette before flicking it onto the ground. "You catch on quick," She said with a smile. She was feeling pretty good about herself since she'd managed to be friendly to someone who was likely to be friends with Davey. Not a bad first impression in her mind. "He's gonna get himself more then hurt, he'll probably get knocked out before the tenth."
A small smirk fell into place on her lips again. She thrived in this sort of environment and was probably in a better mood then she'd been in in weeks. The fact that she was escaping Brooklyn for a few days probably lended to that. Things were tense for her there because she was still nervous about Zeke being back, but she'd managed to avoid him and if things went her way would only see him in passing at the meeting with Conlon. She knew Birdie was off in saying that she had feeling for him because she didn't. Sure when she first met him she'd appreciated his appearance but Zeke was one of the few people she'd actually opened up to and then he'd split and she was still a little miffed about it.
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Post by mush on Feb 15, 2011 21:28:10 GMT -5
It was difficult to believe that all these people had a few dollars riding on who would get punched out first. Though, now that he thought about that, Race was always giving odds on someone else beating up someone else, and taking bets on who would win. But on a professional level he thought it was just a little odd. And he wondered, before the fight started, who had the odds in their favor. He did always like to see an underdog come back from a stacked deck. It was funner that way.
He did catch on quick, an ability in his life that he was rather proud of, thank you! So he accepted the compliment. "How do they know when the round is over? How do they decide?" he didn't get if it was like a time limit, or if you called a time out like in some other sports. He hadn't been paying attention to the time, so that he didn't really know.
Mush leaned back comfortably in the bleacher rather than being on the edge of his seat like the rest of the crowed was at that point. While having high energy and such he was a bit too laid back to be totally fueled and pumped up by sporting events like this. This was all well and good, and interesting and all, not to get him wrong, but all the same, he would have been just as interested in a rousing game of chess back at the lodging house, though he probably understood boxing now better than chess, which made him feel smart, in an odd sort of way.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Feb 16, 2011 14:10:31 GMT -5
Fighter stared at the fight, unaware for a moment that he asked her a question. When it finally registered she lifted her hand, holding up three fingers. "Three minute rounds each," She said with a smirk. "'Course this isn't exactly a professional match so they don't have to always follow the rules."
Even though it was more of a bare-knuckle fight then a professional boxing match, they still followed the knockout rule and that's what she was counting on. All Thompson had to do was knock out Hallahan for thirty seconds and the fight was his. Fighter rubbed her hands together, excitedly as she noticed Hallahan seemed to be tiring. "Come on," She muttered under her breath. "Knock him out."
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