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Post by jackkelly on Aug 5, 2011 17:18:34 GMT -5
Jack made his way down the docks nervously. He always hated coming here, getting stared at by all the Brooklyn newsies. It wasn't like they didn't know him, but they were always wary of outsiders. This was important though, he had to talk to Spot and he had to talk to him now. Chances were that he had to go through Raven and then Tristan to get to Spot in the first place but what was he gonna do.
He turned to look at Race who was on his right, "You sure you saw him?"
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 5, 2011 17:25:40 GMT -5
Race nodded. "Right by the Bronx border, heading into some alley. He was trying to be stealthy but...kind of failing." He sighed and glanced around with a mix of nostalgia and nervousness. He had sworn off Brooklyn politics forever and ever, which apparently translated to "five or six years." He'd do pretty much anything to be at a race with Sapphy right now.
((Going out to dinner--hopefully be back later!))
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Post by jackkelly on Aug 5, 2011 17:31:08 GMT -5
"Shit," Jack said with a sigh. He raked his fingers through his hair. "You know I can't stay out of it, Spot would kill me." He looked at Race and could tell he was nervous. Brooklyn brought along mixed feelings for him too. Spot had helped with the strike, but he was still so closed off when it came to the Manhattan newsies...except at their yearly poker game, that was coming up soon. Anyway back on track Jacky Boy.
"Alright, chances are we gotta talk to Tristan first. You know what it's like to get to Spot." Jack rolled his eyes.
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 6, 2011 13:52:13 GMT -5
Race grimaced. "Yeah, I do." There was a time back in the day when Spot used to accept friendly visits, but these days, even strict business meetings required you to deal with underlings. "Is Tristan meeting us here?" He hadn't really gotten a lot of details about this little rendezvous. The usual melodramatic mystery that shrouded all things Brooklyn.
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Post by jackkelly on Aug 6, 2011 22:41:46 GMT -5
"Course Tristan's meeting us here. You didn't think Spot would meet with us alone did ya?" It worried Jack that news of Spot's paranoia could be spreading. Who knew who had gotten wind of the heightened security in Brooklyn? It wasn't good for anyone if word spread to the other boroughs.
He also didn't like that he was involved.
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 7, 2011 9:24:21 GMT -5
"Well, he's taking his sweet time about it," Race muttered, cursing his appalling bad luck at having spotted Sammy. Why couldn't he have chosen a casino anywhere but the Bronx that night? He'd already told Jack all about it, anyway, but Jack couldn't very well come to Brooklyn without backup, so here they were.
He glanced at the kids splashing around in the river, seeing if he recognized any of them from back in the day.
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Post by tshamien on Aug 7, 2011 9:29:17 GMT -5
"Oh am I?" Tristan said as he walked up to the two of them. He actually didn't mind being around Jack and Race which was a big accomplishment, seeing as everyone bothered him lately.
"Heya Racetrack, long time no see." Tristan smirked at him. He lit a cigarette. He was not excited about this meeting.
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 7, 2011 9:41:24 GMT -5
"Ain't been that long," Race said. Suddenly it felt like yesterday, although Tristan did seem to have gotten taller. Race hated it when people had the audacity to do that. He looked longingly at the cigarette; he'd smoked his last cigar coming over the bridge. "How's his Highness taking all this?" he asked, although Raven had given him a pretty good idea.
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Post by tshamien on Aug 7, 2011 10:42:15 GMT -5
"His majesty isnt doing so good, honestly Race, it ain't never been this bad. Sammy really fucked with him. He don't trust nobody." Tristan ooffered Race a cigarette.
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 7, 2011 11:14:43 GMT -5
"Not even you and Raven?" Race raised an eyebrow. He accepted the cigarette gratefully, lit it, and breathed in the sweet, relaxing smoke. "Not sure what me and Jack here can do, then. I ain't had a rational conversation with Spot since we were thirteen, 'cept during the strike. I told Rae when and where I saw Sammy, but beyond that..." He shrugged. How exactly was a Manhattan presence supposed to be of help here?
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Post by jackkelly on Aug 7, 2011 15:21:00 GMT -5
Jack had been silent this entire time. "I know why he wants us here...they gotta come through us to get to you'se. He wants Manhattan in on the fight...but honestly I don't know if it's worth it. It's too dangerous."
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Post by Spot Conlon on Aug 8, 2011 10:55:15 GMT -5
"Well, it looks like I agree with you once again, Jacky-boy," Spot announced as he appeared from one of the watch-out perches. "Race," Spot greeted, simply nodding to his old friend, but made eye contact in the form of 'thanks'.
"It's way too dangerous for any of us, but unfortuantely we are dealing with imbeciles who can't seem to understand that concept," he remarked, fidgeting enough that he took out his own cigarette and lit it.
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Post by jackkelly on Aug 8, 2011 12:35:38 GMT -5
"I dunno if I can even keep them outta Brooklyn, Spot. I ain't got the man power for that. Most of my guys are just kids." Jack said. It was true, he had a lot of little ones to think about. "I'd have to put all my guys up in Harlem to keep 'em out and then Squid's gonna want to know why my boys are in his territory."
((I am so loving this.))
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Post by Spot Conlon on Aug 8, 2011 13:37:16 GMT -5
Spot smirked, taking a long drag. "And what exactly makes you believe I wanna keep 'em out, Kelly?"
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Post by jackkelly on Aug 8, 2011 13:50:21 GMT -5
"You wannt me to let 'em through?" Jack looked at Spot like he was really going crazy.
"Have you lost your mind?"
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