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Post by jackkelly on Aug 21, 2011 1:40:07 GMT -5
Jack sat on his bunk cleaning his boots with shoe polish. He had to make the damn things at least slightly presentable...although they were falling apart. A cigarette dangled from his lips as he concentrated.
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 21, 2011 21:08:44 GMT -5
Race's cigar smoke preceded him into the room, where he immediately went to sit across from Jack. "There you are! We need to talk." He glanced doubtfully at the boots. "You know that's a lost cause, right?"
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Post by jackkelly on Aug 21, 2011 21:11:00 GMT -5
Jack looked across at Race and rolled his eyes. "Yea, I know." He set his boots down on the floor. "What's on your mind?"
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 21, 2011 21:31:49 GMT -5
Race fiddled with his cigar thoughtfully and decided it would be best to just get this over with. "Raven's here. Things have been hard for her in Brooklyn, with Spot, after...y'know, everything. So she's here for a while. And she'd rather we didn't tell Spot yet."
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Post by jackkelly on Aug 21, 2011 22:12:10 GMT -5
Jack nearly slapped him upside the head and yelled no in his ear, but he restrained himself, instead he settled for" have you gone completely bat shit crazy!?"
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 22, 2011 7:40:56 GMT -5
This reaction was not exactly unexpected. Cowboy was such a goddamn drama queen.
"Look, if we tell him she's here, he'll come storming in and ordering her to come home. And she won't. And then he'll yell, and she'll yell, and we'll have the king and queen of Brooklyn throwing down in our lobby! It'll scare away the newcomers! Kloppman'll lose business! The place'll shut down and we'll all be out on the street!" Okay, Race was also capable of speaking drama-queenese. "Just tell him we haven't seen her. Mention some vague rumor that she's got friends in Harlem or something."
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Post by jackkelly on Aug 22, 2011 8:23:57 GMT -5
"You know he ain't gonna believe that." Jack sighed heavily and ran his fingers through his hair. "Race...I know she needs some kinda help and you're right about a throwdown in our lobby, but if he finds out we hid her from him?" Jack sighed heavily. "Besides...I know you care about her but she always brings trouble, she's got trouble written on her forehead."
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 22, 2011 8:46:19 GMT -5
"And you don't? Jack, you get half the lodging house into a fight with the Delanceys every single day. You started a strike that was really inspiring and all, but got practically all of us soaked and arrested. And this one time, you betrayed us and turned scab," Race reminded him pointedly. He still hadn't completely forgiven him for that.
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Post by jackkelly on Aug 22, 2011 8:54:23 GMT -5
"Oh and what about you? I got lone sharks coming in here asking for a kid names Racetrack. LONE sharks. And get over the scab part I had a lapse in judgement." Jack sighed heavily.
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 22, 2011 9:06:43 GMT -5
"Exactly! I am regularly followed around by massive guys with brass knuckles and names like Dragon, and you ain't thrown me out yet. So give Rae a chance. It's not like Spot can start a war over this. If he finds out, just blame me. Me fighting with Spot won't exactly be something new."
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Post by jackkelly on Aug 22, 2011 9:11:06 GMT -5
Jack wanted to bash his head through a wall. He would have if he was close enough to it. OR he actually felt more like flinging Racetrack through a wall, but that was just way too violent. He grumbled for a few minutes. "Mreeeehhhh FINE. God, Fine...I'm blaming it all on you. Everything. If she gets into trouble it's your fault. If Raven Tortulo breaks a pinknail It's your fault!"
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 22, 2011 9:12:40 GMT -5
"I will guard Raven's fingernails with my life," Race assured him. "Thanks, Jack."
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Post by jackkelly on Aug 22, 2011 9:17:41 GMT -5
"You're welcome," Jack remarked kind of miserably.
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 22, 2011 9:22:52 GMT -5
Race found himself feeling kind of sorry for Cowboy. "Look...I guess I could maybe forgive you the eight dollars now. And twenty-three cents," he added.
((This goes all the way back to Race's joining profile. ^_^))
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Post by jackkelly on Aug 22, 2011 9:28:33 GMT -5
"Thanks for the favor, Racetrack..." Jack said with a grin, "But I might be dead soon anyways." He was just thinking about Spot's reaction to this whole mess.
((LOL))
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