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Post by Racetrack on Aug 23, 2011 9:37:39 GMT -5
"Thank you," Race said, profoundly relieved to not be the only one trying to deal with the mess that was Spot Conlon. He chose not to respond to the part about Spot being broken and not fighting anymore, because frankly, it terrified him. Not only was he Spot, but he was also Brooklyn, and if Brooklyn was broken, it was pretty much like half of Race was broken. He couldn't deal with that right now.
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Post by tshamien on Aug 23, 2011 9:39:53 GMT -5
"Listen, Spot...go see her, talk to her. Try to figure out what went through her mind, it'll help." Tristan said with a shrug and thought to himself, hopefully. He sipped at his beer. "You two are a package deal, she's gotta have a reason."
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Post by Spot Conlon on Aug 23, 2011 9:43:42 GMT -5
Spot slammed his empty glass. "she left me when she promised she never would!" he looked at Tristan. "I'm gonna ask Bruno tO set me up somewhere else."
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Post by tshamien on Aug 23, 2011 9:46:23 GMT -5
"Spot the girl was fucking raped and lost a baby, she's not exactly herself at the moment, stop being stupid!" Tristan yelled at him.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Aug 23, 2011 10:18:33 GMT -5
Spot took off the necklace with his key on it and handed it to Tristan. "Take my room, move your new family into it."
Spot knew Raven was messed up. But the fact that she had to leave HIM in order to feel better was unbearable. It was insulting, and wrong, and most of all, hurtful.
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Post by tshamien on Aug 23, 2011 10:30:22 GMT -5
"Spot, you're being ridiculous." Tristan said and shoved the key back at him. "Go and talk to her before you make all these crazy plans. besides I got a place."
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Post by Spot Conlon on Aug 23, 2011 10:33:56 GMT -5
Spot glared at him, furious that he was mocking him. "Go to hell Tristan. You probably helped her leave." He looked at Race. "And I know you are keeping her there."
Why was HE the bad guy? how come no one was helping HIM? He did nothing wrong, yet was abandoned.
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Post by tshamien on Aug 23, 2011 10:35:22 GMT -5
"I didn't help her do nothing!" Tristan said in his own defense. "Spot...I think you and her just need to talk."
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 23, 2011 10:45:45 GMT -5
"She was falling apart, what was I supposed to do?" Race sighed. He had a somewhat evil urge to just let Tristan handle this.
((Kennedy should come in at some point and rescue Race with juicy gossip. ^_^))
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Post by tshamien on Aug 23, 2011 10:52:41 GMT -5
"Don't tell me you couldn't see how fucked up she was?"
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Post by tshamien on Aug 23, 2011 10:53:07 GMT -5
"Don't tell me you couldn't see how fucked up she was?"
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Post by Spot Conlon on Aug 23, 2011 11:09:43 GMT -5
"yeah," spot replied, looking down. "I just didn't think she would abandon me. With no explanation." he looked at his friends. "and you are both completely on her side." he added, hurt.
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Post by tshamien on Aug 23, 2011 11:12:41 GMT -5
"I ain't on her side, Spot. I just don't wanna see you'se loose something because the both of you can't get it together." Tristan sighed.
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Kennedy
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Little deaths in musical beds -- so it seems I'm someone I've never met.
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Post by Kennedy on Aug 23, 2011 11:13:16 GMT -5
Kennedy chose that moment to float into O'Reagan's, looking around curiously. She didn't see her, but she did see Spot, Tristan and that Racetrack boy in the corner.
She floated over to them.
"Hello!" she greeted perkily, and rather out of place given the mood at the table.
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Post by tshamien on Aug 23, 2011 11:14:04 GMT -5
"Hey" Tristan said with a slight wave. "Do something and cheer Spot up would ya?"
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