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Post by tshamien on Feb 1, 2012 16:37:12 GMT -5
Tristan sat on his bunk wrapping up his knuckles. He was waiting for Spot to get home. He'd figured out who took Rae and needed to tell him.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Feb 1, 2012 19:01:46 GMT -5
Spot had spent most of the day sellin' papes and casually checking Rae's usual hang outs- Mama's, the bar, the park, places like that.
He swore he wasn't going to feel guilty. But he sort of was, which made him angry. He strolled into the bunkroom, nodding to Tristan.
"Any sign of her?"
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Post by tshamien on Feb 1, 2012 20:35:19 GMT -5
"blackjack has her," Tristan said. "Thank God for Racetrack and his gambling problem." he smirked.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Feb 1, 2012 21:41:20 GMT -5
((lets wait for flare))
"Jesus," Spot muttered, leaning against the wall and rubbing his eyes. "How'd this happen! Was it a message to me?"
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Post by tshamien on Feb 1, 2012 23:26:30 GMT -5
"I got no clue. Seems like one big mess to me," Tristan said with a sigh.
((yes let's wait for her. Flare get in here lol))
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Post by Racetrack on Feb 1, 2012 23:41:17 GMT -5
After telling Tristan what he'd finally learned from endless days of searching, Race had gone out to find something to eat--because he was pretty sure he hadn't eaten in days. When he got back, he headed straight up to the bunkroom and was relieved to find that Spot and Tristan were already there. "Well? When are we leaving?" he demanded, hovering in the doorway like he was ready to launch a rescue mission at that very moment.
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Post by tshamien on Feb 1, 2012 23:48:26 GMT -5
"it's up to his highness. It might be better go quietly infiltrate," Tristan said and lit up a cigarette.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Feb 1, 2012 23:54:53 GMT -5
Spot glanced at Race. "What the hell are you doing here!"
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Post by Racetrack on Feb 1, 2012 23:56:06 GMT -5
Race gave Spot the most incredulous look he'd ever given anyone. "I'm here for Rae," he snapped. "What the hell do you think?" He turned back to Tristan. "If I'd gotten the 'quietly infiltrate' memo, I would've brought Wraith," he muttered, giving him a look that was half-angry, half-desperate. "We know where she is. We can head out and think of a plan on the way."
((Ok, gotta sleep, but I will be back tomorrow!! <3))
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Post by Spot Conlon on Feb 1, 2012 23:59:26 GMT -5
Spot raised his eyebrow at him. "Fine. But you're explaining everything on the way. What, did you get yourself into some sort of gambling debt and then they took Rae to fuck with you?" Was it really not his fault?
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Post by Buccaneer on Feb 2, 2012 0:07:55 GMT -5
Buccaneer walked in and regarded Race for a moment before he reached over and gave the guy a light punch on the arm before looking at Spot. "Start talkin, Higgins."
"Shuddup Bucky," Corsair replied as he walked in and nodded to Race before looking at Spot. "Don't blame Higgins... It ain't his fault."
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Post by tshamien on Feb 2, 2012 7:03:10 GMT -5
Tristan crossed his arms and shrugged. He wanted to know exactly what the hell happened here.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Feb 2, 2012 9:17:17 GMT -5
Spot glared at Cor and bucky. "Will both of you shuddup for just A MINUTE?! Race. Start talking."
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Post by tshamien on Feb 2, 2012 21:57:59 GMT -5
Tristan rolled his eyes and leaned back against the wall, settling in, waiting for Race to speak his peace.
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Post by Racetrack on Feb 3, 2012 12:02:02 GMT -5
((I'm not really sure how much he's supposed to know, so... ^^'))
Race let out a frustrated sigh as the arrival of Bucky and Corsair threatened to disrupt the whole meeting. And also at the fact that they were all standing around waiting for him to tell a story when God even knew what was happening to Rae right now. "I know Blackjack 'cause of gambling connections, yeah. But that ain't why he took Rae. I don't know why he took her, just that he was bragging about it at the Turtle Dove the other day. Now, are we gonna save her or not?"
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