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Post by Racetrack on Aug 22, 2011 9:44:24 GMT -5
"Well, maybe I could take over then. I'd be a good leader," Race mused. "Looking after the little kids, greeting all the newcomers, keeping the troublemakers in line, playing nice with all the other boroughs, leading the charge in all the turf fights..." He considered it all with utter dread. "Nope, I'd be a terrible leader. I'd run off to the tracks after two days and never come back. Try not to die."
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Post by jackkelly on Aug 22, 2011 9:50:40 GMT -5
"I'll keep that in mind while I'm hiding from Spot Conlon's wrath." Jack said with a grin. "And who said you'd be my predecessor anyways?"
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 22, 2011 9:55:05 GMT -5
"Successor," Race corrected patiently, "you'd be the predecessor. And if it's not me, it's gotta be Blink or Mush. Just think about that for a second. Think of the future of the house," he said grimly.
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Post by jackkelly on Aug 22, 2011 9:58:32 GMT -5
"I'm rolling over in my hypothetical grave..." Jack laughed.
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 22, 2011 10:00:35 GMT -5
Race snorted. "Really, Spot Conlon's wrath is overrated. Unless you mess with Raven, or try to steal Brooklyn...or comment on his height..."
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Post by jackkelly on Aug 22, 2011 10:12:43 GMT -5
"Or comment on his sling shot, or pick on his nickname or..."
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 22, 2011 10:20:32 GMT -5
"...speak to him or look at him if he's having a bad day. But he can't kill us, he needs us with Sammy still out there somewhere. We could give him Snipeshooter," he suggested hopefully.
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Post by jackkelly on Aug 22, 2011 10:23:22 GMT -5
"Could passify him, but the kid would probably piss himself if we sent him over the bridge." Jack commented.
((HAH when did Jack get kind of funny?))
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 22, 2011 10:34:06 GMT -5
((Race brings it out in him. ;D))
"But I'd wake up every morning and my cigar would still be right where I left it," Race said wistfully. On a more serious note, the whole discussion about succession had him thinking. "I wonder who's in line for Brooklyn now, anyway. Don't seem like Tristan would ever want to run the place, with a wife and two kids. I guess it'll be Freddy," he mused. "If Spot ever moves on. I can see him ruling over the Brooklyn newsies when he's forty."
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Post by jackkelly on Aug 22, 2011 10:37:02 GMT -5
"Don't you dare tell Rae that she'll go ballistic...but you're right, he just fits there don't he?" Jack asked and then lit a smoke. "Probably Freddy," He commented as an afterthought.
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 22, 2011 10:41:55 GMT -5
"Got another of those?" Race asked. His cigar was now in a tiny pile of ash on the sheets. "So what have you been up to while I was in Brooklyn trying not to die?"
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Post by jackkelly on Aug 22, 2011 10:43:37 GMT -5
Jack handed a smoke to Race. "Trying to figure out why the hell I suck at dating. I mean I take Stagey out for a nice dinner and I clam up, I get all sweaty and I can't even talk to her. It was the worst date of the century."
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 22, 2011 10:50:58 GMT -5
"You couldn't talk to Stagey? Jack, she's so...just...not intimidating." He sighed. "Not that I should talk. I don't think I've even looked at another girl since I met Sapphy, and me and Sapphy is clearly not happening, ever. Even as friends, we've been awkward lately. Probably my fault for inviting her to Tristan's wedding."
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Post by jackkelly on Aug 22, 2011 10:59:35 GMT -5
"Probably...but yea I choked up in front of Stagey," Jack groaned. "I know she's not intimidating or northing but I like her." He admitted. "I like her a lot...not like I wanna just screw her and leave, like a the real thing ya know?"
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 22, 2011 11:13:27 GMT -5
Race nodded. "Look at it this way...there's still a chance she might like you back. Then you can get married and move to Santa Fe and open a restaurant." He thought a bit gloomily of his own prospects, which, in his current mood, seemed to be limited to running after Sapphy until she got sick of his barely-hidden desires and told him to get lost, after which he would probably go on another of his drunken, despondent gambling binges and get shanked by Dragon before Spot could bail him out.
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