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Post by tshamien on Aug 8, 2011 6:46:27 GMT -5
"It better be good!" Raven yelled from within the confines of Spot's bedroom.
"Someone was snooping on the docks, I knocked him out and he's on our couch in the lobby." Tristan said matter of factly and then shrugged, he leaned against the wall. "He's downstairs with Nevada."
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Post by Spot Conlon on Aug 8, 2011 9:14:50 GMT -5
Spot let in a breath as he turned towards the bed. It was starting. "Raven. Go with Tristan."
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Post by raven on Aug 8, 2011 9:28:13 GMT -5
Raven sat up in bed with her arms folded over her chest, glare on.
"Fine." She snapped and threw the covers off of her. She grabbed one of Spot's shirts from the floor and pulled it on over her head.
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Post by tshamien on Aug 8, 2011 9:33:47 GMT -5
Tristan lead Raven downstairs to where the passed out Newsie was laying on the couch in the lobby, hopefully Spot was following behind them. Raven would tell him right away if she recognized him.
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Post by raven on Aug 8, 2011 9:35:21 GMT -5
Raven wrapped the shirt tighter around herself and stepped up to the sofa. She bit her lip and her eyes went wide, turning them into giant black pools of worry.
"That's Amiel." She whispered.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Aug 8, 2011 10:41:01 GMT -5
"God fucking damnit, Hunter is sending Bronx newsies over here again!" Spot cursed from behind them, grabbing Raven and pulling her away from the couch. Spot took out his pocket knife and reached for the guy's arm.
"Tristan. Walk Raven back upstairs," he ordered calmly, rolling up Amiel's shirt sleeves and taking another glance at the guy's unconscious face.
(( I got way too into Inglorious Basterds))
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Post by NevadaShamien on Aug 8, 2011 12:34:43 GMT -5
Nevada looked around the room at the three people standing around not telling her anything.
'will someone please tell me what the fuck is going on?' she asked. Should she be panicking the way everyone else seemed to be?
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Post by raven on Aug 8, 2011 12:38:03 GMT -5
"First of all I ain't going nowhere," She yanked her arm free from Tristan's and glared at him. Tristan held up his hands and stepped back.
"Spot, whatcha gonna do to him? We need to pump him for information not bleed him within an inch of his life." Raven said and crossed her arms.
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Post by tshamien on Aug 8, 2011 12:40:03 GMT -5
Tristan walked over to Nevada, "This guy, very bad. We're basically headed to all out war here between the bronx and Brooklyn...throw Sammy in there and its a party."
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Post by NevadaShamien on Aug 8, 2011 12:54:37 GMT -5
Nevada cracked a smile as she watched.....Raven was it? Pull away from Tristan. She looked over at Tristan as he spoke and as the gravity of his words hit her, her eyes widened and she nodded slowly, wishing she had left Brooklyn long ago. 'well that doesnt sound good at all.'
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Post by Spot Conlon on Aug 8, 2011 13:17:45 GMT -5
Spot glared at Nevada, "Who the hell is she! What the fuck is she doing here?!"
He was beginning to lose it and stood up, waving his knife at Rae.
"I'm going to brand him and then send him back to Bronx. He's not going to tell us anything we don't already know. We don't need him, he'll be our little warning."
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Post by tshamien on Aug 8, 2011 13:20:49 GMT -5
"Spot relax, she's a Brooky," Tristan said and rolled his eyes. "You wouldn't know it cause she hides." He winked at Nevada.
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Post by raven on Aug 8, 2011 13:25:05 GMT -5
"Get your fucking knife out of my face," Raven sneered, "You aren't making any God damn sense, Conlon. Take a breather! Hunter ain't gonna give a shit. Obviously Amiel was here for a reason!"
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Post by NevadaShamien on Aug 8, 2011 13:31:47 GMT -5
Nevada watched Spot with furrowed brows. He was losing it and, having nothing REALLY to do with what was going on she let out a laugh. 'Sorry,' she said between giggles, 'okay....okay....I'm calm. It's just today's a strange day.' one minute she's fucking Tristan and the next minute this Spot was waving his knife around like a mad man.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Aug 8, 2011 13:44:57 GMT -5
Spot shot Tristan a warning look. "Shut her up or I swear to god..." he couldn't believe this was already happening.
Amiel started to stir and Spot looked at Rae as he headed closer to the couch, ready to pounce on him if he woke up. "Hunter wouldn't have sent him if he didn't mind him getting caught. If him and Sammy are as close as we think they are, they would both know that sending anyone into our territory is a death sentence. They aren't gonna be missing this guy. How close is he to Hunter?"
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