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Post by tshamien on Aug 5, 2011 22:09:31 GMT -5
"Shut up!" Tristan snapped at her and glared, finally Tristan was able to pin the guy to a wooden post, face first of course.
"Talk," He growled into his ear. "Now." He commanded.
The boy was silent. Tristan pushed him harder against the wall.
"Who sent you?" No answer. "Who!?" He demanded, but there was still no answer.
He nodded for Nevada to come over to him. This was important, they had to get this kid off the street and get him talking, now.
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Post by NevadaShamien on Aug 5, 2011 22:28:06 GMT -5
Nevada stood staring daggers at the back of Tristan's head, though his outburst of anger did make her want to fuck him again-she would never admit it.
When he summoned her over she walked up behind him and looked at the boy he had pinned before looking at Tristan, 'need me to twist his balls off or something?'
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Post by tshamien on Aug 6, 2011 7:38:39 GMT -5
"No, after I knock him out, I need you to do me a favor," He smiled at her and then quickly bashed the kid over the head. "While I'm carrying him back be on the look out for others..." Tristan said while the boy went limp. He caught the kid before he hit the ground. Tristan lifted him up and slung him over his shoulder.
"The things I do for Brooklyn," He muttered to himself. "Come on, Spot's gonna be pissed."
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Post by NevadaShamien on Aug 6, 2011 10:22:27 GMT -5
Nevada didn't usually.....no, didn't ever get herself involved in the affairs of Brooklyn but here she was-involved. She sighed and nodded, 'ya I can do that. Though how do I know the difference between a regular person and someone that is one of them?' she asked as she pointed to the person he carried.
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Post by tshamien on Aug 6, 2011 22:31:05 GMT -5
"Well a tip off would be if they're slinking around trying not to get noticed as opposed to trying to slip in after curfew." Tristan said with a smirk.
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Post by NevadaShamien on Aug 6, 2011 22:41:35 GMT -5
Nevada shot Tristan a look. 'so what you want me to stand around all night waiting? I need some specifics here,' she said. She stood behind him trying to take some deep breaths, she had no reason to be annoyed with him. Though helping him out meant she wouldn't get to go out and rob the rich blind. 'sorry,' she said slowly, 'I'll stop being difficult-tell me exactly what to do and I'll do it.'
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Post by tshamien on Aug 6, 2011 22:58:53 GMT -5
"Just watch my back while I carry this guy back to the lodging house, so we can lock him up in the basement...also if he starts moving just hit him." Tristan said with a shrug and started to walk.
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Post by NevadaShamien on Aug 6, 2011 23:02:23 GMT -5
Nevada laughed, "Now that is something I can handle," She said as she followed behind Tristan. She scanned around the docks for the rest of her clothes and cursed silently as she realized it was too dark to see them. "When he's down in the basement will you at least explain to me what this is about?" She asked softly.
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Post by tshamien on Aug 7, 2011 8:34:02 GMT -5
"It's actually better if you don't know," Tristan said and then sighed heavily. He kept walking, shifting the heavy boy on his shoulder slightly.
In his arms he either had an old traitorous Brooky or one of the Bronx newsies...for the kids' sake he hoped he belonged to the Bronx, Rae would be able to tell for sure, though he looked kind of young.
If he was one of Sammy's? He'd have a new punching bag.
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Post by NevadaShamien on Aug 7, 2011 11:18:21 GMT -5
Nevada wanted to stop right there. Here she was helping him and he had the audacity to tell her it was better if she didn't know. 'whatever you say,' Nevada muttere to herself as she followed him inside.
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Post by tshamien on Aug 7, 2011 11:39:37 GMT -5
Tristan dumped the guy on the couch in the lobby. "Watch him," he ordered and hurried up the stairs to wake up Spot.
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Post by NevadaShamien on Aug 7, 2011 11:45:53 GMT -5
Nevada stood staring at Tristan's retreating back and sighed. She walked over to the guy and crossed her arms, leaning down to see if she recognized his face. She didn't. She looked over her shoulder and started going through his pockets, seeing if he had anything to steal. She smiled as she found a pocket watch, she held it up with a triumphant grin as she examined it.
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Post by tshamien on Aug 7, 2011 11:54:13 GMT -5
Tristan sighed heavily as he knocked on Spots door. He shoved his hands in his pockets and yawned.
"Ugh!"he heard Rae groan from inside. The princess didn't like her sleep disturbed.
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Post by NevadaShamien on Aug 7, 2011 12:01:29 GMT -5
Nevada looked up at the ceiling willing Tristan to come back downstairs. She felt awkward as she realized she was standing in nothing but a borrowed shirt, all she wanted to do now was go back to the docks, find her clothes and sleep....well, and find out what the hell is going on.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Aug 7, 2011 22:28:53 GMT -5
Spot was up immediately, practically shoving Rae aside as he reached for his pants. "What is it!" He asked in a hushed, worried, almost aggressive voice as he opened up his door, still buttoning his shirt.
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