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Post by Race on Sept 13, 2007 19:00:35 GMT -5
Race let the gun off once or twice more,then reached over and turned the camera toward Spot,who lay motionless now,then turned it off. grabbing Spot by the feet and dragging him down another alleyway to get him out from in front of Bada Bing.
Max shut the camera and stuck it in his pocket, He smirked a little,surprised they hadn't done what they had in "rehersal" and had weird conversation about Race sleeping with a donkey or whatever it was they came up with.
((haha.had to add it sry.))
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Post by Brooklyn on Sept 13, 2007 19:03:32 GMT -5
((hahaha! You're so creative.))
Spot remained motionless, doing his best not to open his eyes.
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Post by Race on Sept 13, 2007 19:08:42 GMT -5
Race winced when he accidentally hit Spot in the back of the head with a garbage can. He made it to the little alcove where Jack waited inside,smoking on his fourth cigarette. "Okay,Spot,we're out of dere sight." he said, "We'se in Carmines old territory."
"That,was great!" Max said,"now we just gotta wait bout tree or four weeks den have the resurrection!"
Jack laughed stamping out the cigarette, "I hoid da gunshots here," he said, "I tink dey know what happened."
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Post by Brooklyn on Sept 13, 2007 19:11:28 GMT -5
Spot sat up, rubbing the back of his head. "Geez Race...nice drivin' skills..." he said.
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Post by Race on Sept 13, 2007 19:13:30 GMT -5
"Sorry," Race said, "Youse was sposed tah be a dead body! I couldn't be dat careful!" he pulled a cigar from a little leather box in his coat,lighting it up, "Deah me," he muttered,inhaling then exhaling smoke, "I ain't nevah been so noivous in my life. I gotta go give da tape tah Tony tahmorrow."
"Well it's all ovah now,we just gotta have him rise from da dead." Jack said,gesturing at Spot.
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Post by Brooklyn on Sept 13, 2007 19:17:22 GMT -5
"How we gonna get me back ta da house...?" Spot asked.
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Post by Race on Sept 13, 2007 19:19:42 GMT -5
Jack smirked,kicking a brick in on the wall and it opened,revealing a sleek black Porsche, "This,is what ya get when ya own half da newspapahs in da city." he said, "And dis..." the Porsche moved,revealing an exact replica of the Batmobile from Batman Begins, "Is whatcha get on Ebah wit ownin' half da newspapahs in da city,and dis is how we're gettin' ta your house."
Race's cigar fell out of his mouth.
"Deah me.."Max muttered.
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Post by Brooklyn on Sept 13, 2007 19:21:47 GMT -5
Spot stared at the vehicle, his mouth wide open.
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Post by Race on Sept 14, 2007 20:14:43 GMT -5
Jack pushed a button,the door slinging open and he hopped in the drivers side, "C'mon! Sarah on'y let me drive it on weekends!" he said, "I've nevah even pressed the red button afore!"
Race got in,Jack had put backseats in,he grabbed the seatbelt.
Max did the same thing.
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Post by Brooklyn on Sept 14, 2007 20:22:01 GMT -5
Spot followed them. "What made ya buy dis?" he asked.
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Post by Race on Sept 14, 2007 20:38:35 GMT -5
"Because Sarah wouldn't lemme have a motorcycle." Jack said,he turned the key,the engine stirred up and he swirved around into the alleyway,hitting an exit ramp,he backed up,facing the edge of the overhang.
"Oh deah god.." Race said,crossing himself.
Jack flipped the cap off the red button,hitting it and flying off the edge of the overhang onto rooftops,laughing hysterically.
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Post by Brooklyn on Sept 14, 2007 20:42:06 GMT -5
Spot just sat there calmly. He wasn't one to be a back seat driver and freak out. He figured if Jack had passed his driving test then he should be a safe enough driver...or so he hoped...
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Post by Race on Sept 14, 2007 20:46:58 GMT -5
Jack figured out how to lay down and drive,so he was doing that, jumping from building to building like a madman.
Race was saying hail mary's and crossing himself like mad.Flying didn't suit him.
Max had the hand rest in a death grip,shutting his eyes everytime they jumped.
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Post by Brooklyn on Sept 14, 2007 20:52:56 GMT -5
Spot closed his eyes as they nearly missed one of the rooftops. "Jesus..."
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Post by Race on Sept 14, 2007 20:55:24 GMT -5
Jack skidded into Spots little veranda on their roof,parking,accidentally taking out the table up there, "Sorry Spot,I'll pay for it." he said,clicking the doors open.
Race fell out,kissing the rooftop "LAND! SWEET MARY JESUS LAND!" he yelled.
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