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Post by Racetrack on Dec 28, 2011 23:12:49 GMT -5
Racetrack made his way from Sharkey's to the docks without even thinking about the route. He could have walked it blindfolded, and he was still seething after the encounter with Spot. He lit a cigar as the roar of noise from the docks reached his ears--partly to calm him down and partly to block out the all-too-familiar smell of salt and fish. He really missed that smell.
As he approached, a couple of newsies called out greetings, but most of them seemed to be pretending they didn't know him. Frowning, he looked around until his eyes fell on Spot's old perch. There was a new boy sitting up there now. But not as new as Race had expected. Not new at all, when you came right down to it. Can't be, he thought frantically, staring at the figure in utter shock and fury. There's no way in hell Freddy would let this happen...someone should've heard, I should've heard...it's gotta be a trick of the light...
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Post by Hawk Hoffman on Dec 29, 2011 1:59:39 GMT -5
((DRAMA!))
Hawk was sitting on a couple of crates, almost like a throne, while a younger newsie shined his shoes. "Thatta boy, Slick." He patted the boy on the shoulder and gave him two cigarettes and a nickel. It had been a restful and uneventful week, compared to the past few months. The boys were beginning to trust Hawk, and their new alliance with Bronx was popular among the Brooklyn newsies.
Power, Hawk thought to himself, is exactly all its cracked up to be .
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Post by Racetrack on Dec 29, 2011 22:33:55 GMT -5
((So much drama.))
The boy leaned down to reward the kid who was shining his shoes, and Race almost keeled over. It wasn't a trick of the light. As soon as he'd sufficiently recovered from his shock, he walked right over to the stack of crates, glaring at any newsies who looked like they might challenge him--most of them had known him for years, damn it. And then he was standing right in front of a guy he must have played a hundred games of poker with back in the day, but who he'd last seen on the wrong side of the fight with Hunter. The fight that cost Raven her first baby and almost her life.
Which was why it was really, really hard to refrain from attacking this guy in a blind fury. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Sammy?" he demanded.
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Post by Hawk Hoffman on Dec 29, 2011 22:54:09 GMT -5
Shit.
Racetrack came out of nowhere. Hawk shot a death glare at him, then to Lenny, who immediately gulped and grabbed Race, hand over his mouth and dragging him into an alley. Hawk pushed one of his boys off the dock, who fell into the icey water with a cold splash. Some of the other boys scrambled ot help him out, and all fell silent.
"You should have seen him coming," Hawk growled at the soaking wet boy, Dodger. "Take him inside then meet me out back. This is a problem." His boys nodded, a few helping a shivering Dodger inside while a few others- like his muscle man, Finn- came with him to see Racetrack. Race was struggling against Lenny, but wasn't going anywhere.
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Post by Racetrack on Dec 29, 2011 23:22:51 GMT -5
All right, so maybe marching right up to Sammy hadn't been the brightest idea in the world, but it was hard to be scared of someone who used to run around whining at Spot and Tristan to give him more power. Well, he had power now, that was for sure, but it only made Race want to rip his heart out all the more. He continued to struggle and glare at the traitors who had dragged him inside, already imagining what he, Spot, and Tristan would do to them when they got a chance. All his previous fury at Spot suddenly seemed like water under the bridge in comparison.
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Post by Hawk Hoffman on Dec 29, 2011 23:27:08 GMT -5
"What are you doing here, Higgins?" Hawk immediately demanded, nodding to Lenny, who took his hand away from Race's mouth, but still held him down. Hawk was still kicking himself for having shitty birds- he couldn't believe they didn't see Race entering Brooklyn. Let alone the docks!
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Post by Racetrack on Dec 29, 2011 23:36:50 GMT -5
"Looking to meet this 'Hawk' guy who's running Brooklyn nowadays," he practically spat out, trying to murder Sammy with his eyes because he couldn't do it for real right now. "Seriously, that's the best you could do? You sit around all this time, waiting for Spot and Tristan to leave, waiting for Freddy to drop his guard, then you stroll in and take Brooklyn when it ain't even a major power anymore, terrorize the kids, and get yourself a lame nickname?"
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Post by Hawk Hoffman on Dec 29, 2011 23:42:36 GMT -5
Hawk gave a commanding look at Finn, who instantly punched Racetrack in the stomach.
"I always liked you, Racetrack..." Hawk began, one of his boys handing him a cigarette. He lit it himself. "Don't make me...have to take care of you." he took a drag of it.
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Post by Racetrack on Dec 30, 2011 0:09:21 GMT -5
The blow doubled Race over and hurt like hell, considering Spot had punched him in the ribs earlier, but he was still smirking when he straightened up and got his breath back. "Yeah, 'cause war with Duane Street is just what you need right now. Unless Tristan gets involved--then it'll be less of a war and more of a massacre." And he liked to think Tristan would get involved if he were to get himself killed. He raised an eyebrow at Hawk. "I do have friends, y'know."
((Gaaah, drama! And I'm off to bed! Till tomorrooow! <3))
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Post by Hawk Hoffman on Dec 30, 2011 1:46:26 GMT -5
Hawk kept his mouth shut, much like Spot used to when people would throw retorts at him like that. He had friends too- he'd never would have been able to take over Brooklyn if he didnt- but Racetrack had a point.
War with Duane St and Tristan's gang was not something he wanted. It was inevitable, maybe, but not yet. Not until he was able to get all of Queens, Staten Island, Long Island, Five Points and the other boroughs on his side.
"I ain't an unreasonable man, Higgins," Hawk said finally, blowing smoke in his face. "I will admit you have a point. Nobody wants to die. But I ain't steppin' down. Freddy left Brooklyn to me, and now you and all your friends are gonna have to deal with that. I don't want blood. I just want Brooklyn."
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Post by raven on Dec 30, 2011 3:39:40 GMT -5
((Rae is ready to claw his eyes out!))
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Post by Hawk Hoffman on Dec 30, 2011 12:12:07 GMT -5
((yeah I'm tryin not to get too attached because I know he 'll be dead soon))
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Post by Racetrack on Dec 30, 2011 22:12:34 GMT -5
((Aww, I'll kinda miss him. ^_^ I'm dying to see what happens with him and Tag...))
"Well, you've got it," Race said with a shrug. "For now." He wondered if Sammy even knew that Spot was back in town. If not, he certainly wasn't going to mention it.
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Post by Hawk Hoffman on Dec 31, 2011 2:58:01 GMT -5
"so where does this leave us, old friend?" Sammy asked, nodding to Lenny to release Racetrack.
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Post by Racetrack on Jan 2, 2012 0:28:42 GMT -5
"I guess I'll be seeing you, Sammy," Race said quietly--and even though he hadn't said it outright, he had a strong feeling that he'd just single-handedly declared war.
He headed toward the door like he was totally confident that Sammy's--well, Hawk's--goons wouldn't stop him, although he had never had been able to tell what was going on in this kid's head. But one thing he did know: once he got out of here, he was swinging by Tristan's place and then heading straight home to talk to Jack. For the first time in months, Sapphy wasn't on his mind at all.
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