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Post by tshamien on Aug 4, 2011 14:26:48 GMT -5
"I won't tell her nothing. Anything happens to my kid and they all die." Tristan said.
He watched Spot walk ahead of him, and he trudged on, shoes sticking in the mud. He needed a bed, a nice warm bed with a nice soft woman. Madame Barry's...he loved that place.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Aug 4, 2011 14:39:18 GMT -5
That was one of the main reasons Spot and Tristan got along as well as they did. They were both pretty passionate about the one's that they loved, and Spot felt like underneath it all, they both understood exactly where the other was coming from. They've been scratching each other's backs for years now, and Spot knew that if anything happened to Mikey he would be the first to pull out his knife.
As they approached the lodging house, Spot turned back to Tristan. He could tell that he pissed him off, and decided that it might be a good idea to get them back on track. "I got a lead on where Sammy might be. He still might be in the city, for fuck's sake. Wanna go with me tomorrow to check up on it?" Spot knew that Tristan was fucked over by Sammy as much as he was, and wanted to lay his hands on him as much as Spot did.
Actually, Spot wanted to ruin Sammy. And maybe once Sammy was rotting in a ditch somewhere, Spot would be able to find some peace again.
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Post by tshamien on Aug 4, 2011 14:56:30 GMT -5
"Do ya even gotta ask?" Tristan said and grinned. "Son of a bitch has it coming."
The thought of seeing Sammy again sent Tristan into a blind rage. All he wanted was to see Sammy dead and he knew that if they kept all this up they'd get there eventually. He didn't care how long it took or if he ended up in the clink.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Aug 4, 2011 15:07:22 GMT -5
((do you wanna bring ray into the thread?))
Spot glanced up at the lodging house, and expected a light to be coming from his bedroom window. When he noticed that his room was pitch black, he was suddenly concerned.
"Hey, I know you gotta get going, but you find it odd that my room is dark?" He asked Tristan, glancing up at the room once again just to make sure. Holy hell, where the fuck was she now?!
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Post by tshamien on Aug 4, 2011 15:10:35 GMT -5
"I don't really pay much attention to the happenings of your bedroom, Spot. If I did I'm sure I'd be scarred for life." Tristan said with a smirk."
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Post by raven on Aug 4, 2011 15:11:29 GMT -5
((take it to the lobby if he's going inside  )) |
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Post by Spot Conlon on Aug 4, 2011 15:16:04 GMT -5
Spot shook his head and headed inside the LH, greeting a few of the newsies who were in the middle of a poker game on the first floor. He scribbled his name down on the ledger, and read it through...
Raven's name wasn't on it yet.
God, he was exhausted, and now he had to go back on the streets to look for her?! Was this a joke?!
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Post by raven on Aug 4, 2011 15:37:43 GMT -5
((check the bar LOL))
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Post by Spot Conlon on Aug 4, 2011 15:43:35 GMT -5
((the Irish pub? LOL. we should think of an Italian bar that ray goes to where she feels at home haa))
Furious, he ducked back out onto the streets, grabbing a slice of bread from the kitchen and mumbling to a younger newsie to let Freddy know he was going back out.
Even for Spot Conlon, the streets in Brooklyn are not safe at night.
He was way too tired for this, and he was not happy that he forgot to empty out his money stash from his pocket. If he was to get robbed (which was unlikely because it was him, but not completely impossible), he would be out 15 bucks.
Sighing, he went to the first place he could think of: O'Reagans. If she wasn't there, Spot would have to go back home and find reinforcements.
Spot walked into the bar, scanning the place for Raven.
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Post by jackkelly on Aug 4, 2011 15:48:57 GMT -5
((NOW reply on the thread at the bar LOL))
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