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Post by Spot Conlon on Aug 4, 2011 12:13:48 GMT -5
Spot Conlon had disappeared early that morning, the usual stack of papers not completely forgotten, but very much tossed to the side. He had other business to take care of today, and hopefully it would lead him to way more money than any newspaper selling would do.
Conlon ducked behind the stables, quietly maneuvering himself so no one would see. Usually he would send someone else to do his dirty work- possibly Freddy, or maybe even a young newsie who would do anything for a few cents and Spot's approval- but this was too important, too secretive, and too much money for anyone but Spot himself to take care of.
"You got the names?" A dark, much older man with a mustache and a beard asked from behind him. The voice was raspy, and when Spot turned to look at the guy, smelled liquor on his breath.
"You got the money?" Spot responded, crossing his arms over his chest, sizing up the man. Unlike Spot himself, this guy was definitely sent from the real guy in charge- and Spot knew he was not only ten times smarter than the guy, but also a lot quicker.
The man grunted, and stupidly handed Spot the envelope first. Spot peaked inside, $25 bucks on the dot. At this point, Spot actually considered just bolting- he could go back to being a kid again, frolicking on the Brooklyn streets, hanging out on the docks, reading comic books. But then Spot remembered he couldn't be a kid forever, and he had no chance of making it in this dirty world if he didn't have cash. He reached into his back pocket and handed the guy a piece of paper.
"Tell Bruno I say hi." Spot sarcastically noted as the man skimmed the paper, nodded to Spot, and walked away. Spot took a deep breath (because hell, he was still alive unlike the people on that list), and lit a cigarette to calm any nerves.
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Post by tshamien on Aug 4, 2011 12:27:19 GMT -5
Tristan watched from the rooftop above and released the breath he was holding slowly...so slowly and hung his head. He'd told Spot this wasn't a good idea. Dealing with Bruno was never a good idea.
He also knew all he had to do was tell Rae and this shit would be done and over with...but he knew better. Spot had his reasons for doing everything and who was he to judge?
Tristan whistled so Spot knew he was still alert and and watching.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Aug 4, 2011 12:45:42 GMT -5
There really wasn't anyone that Spot fully trusted. However, Tristan was the closest anyone had ever gotten, and he knew that part of the dough in that envelope belonged to him.
In all reality, Spot wouldn't be able to function at all without Tristan helping him run things- but the facts were, Spot was getting good and tired of having to depend on other people. The stories Jack Kelly were feeding him about escaping out West and just starting over were starting to appeal to Spot more and more. Over the years, Spot had witness people backstab the ones they love and gamble away anything they had going for them. Spot's paranoia about the guys that were loyal to him increased with every scab, every traitor, or anyone who had simply disappeared.
Knowing Tristan was watching, Spot tossed the bud of his cigarette onto the ground and headed towards their meeting place. It was time to get the hell outta there.
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Post by tshamien on Aug 4, 2011 12:57:02 GMT -5
Tristan walked to the otherside of the rooftop and climbed down the fire-escape from there. He would meet Spot by the stables, where they always did after dealing with one of Bruno's guys.
He could also tell something wasn't right, that Spot was uneasy about something. Right now he could give a fuck less, all he wanted was his god damn money. He depended on it.
When he arrived at the stables, Tristan lit a cigarette and waited for Spot.
"It's all there?" Tristan asked.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Aug 4, 2011 13:07:25 GMT -5
"Keep your goddamn voice down," Spot hissed, taking off his hat and fanning himself with it. "Of course it is, I wouldn't have let the guy walk away if it wasn't."
Spot had no idea how far he would actually go if something went wrong during one of these encounters. Bruno O'Malley was an arrogant, selfish, and an extremely dangerous asshole but Spot had developed a nearly flawless relationship with him over the past few months. Bruno knew Spot had Brooklyn eating out of the palm of his hand, and no one- especially the bulls- had any idea that they could find nearly anyone, anywhere in the city. Especially in Brooklyn. So usually Spot kept Bruno happy, and Bruno kept Spot equally as happy. And therefore nothing yet had gone wrong.
((I almost nicknamed the boss Bruno Mars HAHA))
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Post by tshamien on Aug 4, 2011 13:17:38 GMT -5
"Who's gonna hear? The horses and Angelo who as I remember is about 90," Tristan.
Everytime they came out here it made him nervous. It was always when the track was closed and after dark. It was creepy standing there, listening to the horses the background, in the dark, with nothing going on. He took a pull of his cigarette and then tossed it into the mud, before stamping it out with his boot.
"He give you the next assignment?"
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Post by Spot Conlon on Aug 4, 2011 13:26:37 GMT -5
"No, he sent a guy who wasn't even in with him. He could barely speak english, he was obviously hired just for this job. Either O'Malley is getting more infamous and powerful, or just more paranoid." Spot grabbed his buddy's shoulder to signal him it was time to move.
"He's probably waiting to make sure the names pan out," Spot mumbled as they walked, wondering if there would be a new pack of cigarettes on his bed when he got back to the lodging house. There goddamn should be, but, like Spot had been worrying about recently, things weren't the same as they used to be.
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Post by tshamien on Aug 4, 2011 13:28:53 GMT -5
"Like somebody else I know," Tristan gave Spot a sharp look. "I know you been holding out on me, not telling me the whole deal." He kept walking and lit up another smoke, he offered one to Spot.
"Whattsa matter with you?" Tristan asked. He wasn't looking forward to the long damp walk home.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Aug 4, 2011 13:38:51 GMT -5
"Hey, its for your own damn good," Spot snapped, reaching into his pocket and slipping a $10 bill in Tristan's hand as he took the cig. "I got you into this game, you play it my way." Like always, Spot thought.
"Who you got watching Rae tonight?" Spot quickly inquired, changing the subject as he lit the cigarette.
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Post by tshamien on Aug 4, 2011 13:42:08 GMT -5
"Yea yea," Tristan folded the money and stuck it in his back pocket. Too bad he couldn't use any of it cause he was stuck babysitting.
"Who do ya think?" Tristan asked him and gave him a look. "Nobody wants to watch your girl, I'm gonna have to start bribing 'em, or you need ballsier guards." He smirked.
"She hates being followed."
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Post by Spot Conlon on Aug 4, 2011 13:53:32 GMT -5
"Well if you trained the guys better, she wouldn't know she's being watched!" Spot snapped again, shaking his head. Yes, things were certainly different than they used to be. Raven was running around New York City angry and unsupervised and Tristan was even beginning to ask questions.
((does spot know about mikey? well, does tristan know he knows? did tristan tell him?))
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Post by tshamien on Aug 4, 2011 13:56:14 GMT -5
"I train 'em damn fucking good Spot and you know. You just had to go an attack yourself to the old fucking broad in New York who has a sixth sense for people stalking her! Other girls coo and giggle and are fucking dumb. Ray on the other hand will stab you!" He was getting pissed. What the hell was wrong with him? Tristan was not incompetant. He kept Spot from getting killed over a dozen times since he got to Brooklyn and now he was fucking with his skills? No way.
((yes he knows about Mikey, Spot's the only one.))
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Post by Spot Conlon on Aug 4, 2011 14:09:51 GMT -5
((HAHAHAHHA ray will stab you. i've missed rping you with you SO MUCH))
Fuck, he was right. Spot sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Well what the hell do you think I should do then?" He asked his friend, rather sincerely. "She fucking insisted on shacking up with me and now its goddamn public knowledge that she is. She's gonna get killed."
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Post by tshamien on Aug 4, 2011 14:14:01 GMT -5
Tristan blatantly started laughing.
"You gotta give the girl more credit than that. She knew what she was getting into and honestly she don't care." Tristan stopped walking for a second. "Listen, you don't think I worry? I worry every second of every day. I don't just have a girl to worry about ya know, I got way more on the line than that, but this is how it is, Spot. She chose the risk, she knows what she's doing and she can protect herself."
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Post by Spot Conlon on Aug 4, 2011 14:22:28 GMT -5
Spot's paranoia began to stir again. Sometimes he wondered if Tristan was just as in love with Rae as he was when he talked like that.
"She's knows we're hiding something, too. I don't care if she threatens to castrate you, don't tell her a goddamn thing." Spot sighed and tossed the bud of his cig on the ground. "Mikey is safe, Tris. Nobody knows a goddamn thing, and we're gonna keep it that way until we can afford to disappear outta here."
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