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Post by Brooklyn on Apr 4, 2008 15:22:01 GMT -5
"Can' help ya wit dat..." the guy said, sitting down on one of the beds on the opposite side of the room as Vito. "You can bunk above me." he said, then glanced at Vito. "An' I'd actually advise dat."
Vito flipped him off.
The guy glared at him. "Don' make me come ovah dere fatass!"
Vito immediately returned to what he'd been doing before.
"Dat's what I thought." the guy said.
"Well," Reilly began. "We've got a few different options. We could A) Get Medda to make a couple of us up to make us look oldah like Spot told me she did for Race when they kidnapped Max an' Blondie; B) Try to get one of us in there without the make-up and hope we don't get caught; Or C) Get some older person to go in there and do it for us. I like plan A." he said. "Any takers?"
Jarhead nodded. "But we gotta get Spades an' Aces out really soon. Who knows how long Cheater'll keep 'um alive. Hell, they may already be dead."
"Way to be optimistic Jarhead." Reilly said in a flat tone. He turned to Pyro and Clepto. "What do you think?"
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Post by Race on Apr 4, 2008 15:35:13 GMT -5
"Clepto don' need no make-up.." Pyro said," But den, he looks like a frickin' child molester. He an' someone else can go after Spades and Aces. I'm up for Plan A though."
Max stared, the guy looked familiar somehow, he zoned out staring at him then said, "You'se look...familar...if ya don' mind my sayin'." he said.Popping one of the cuffs off and it hit his thumb, "Damn Bulls and dere lousy chains.."
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Post by Brooklyn on Apr 4, 2008 15:52:49 GMT -5
"Good. Pyro, you and I 'll go to Medda and Clepto an' Jarhead can go after Spades an' Aces...Second thought....we're gonna need some back-up for that. We can go see Max real quick and then all go to get Spades and Aces." Reilly said as they walked in to Spot's room.
Spot was hooked up to about everything he could be hooked up to. He still had that sickly pale hue to his face and he looked awful. The nurse came in and began taking Spot's pulse. She's had to do so about every five minutes since he got there. His heart rate and blood count were way low and he wasn't expected to live more than a few hours.
The guy looked at Max. "Yeah? How?"
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Post by Race on Apr 4, 2008 15:59:25 GMT -5
"Dere's a guy ovah in Manhattan,ya see I lead da newsies ovah in da Bronx and you 'se remind me of da leadah in Manhattan, goes by Jack Kelly, or Cowboy." Max said, pulling the other cuff off,and smirked, throwing it at Vito just to tick him off.
"What bout some 'a our boys?" Pyro said, "there's Turnpike an' Scuffle, dere outside,dey could help out wit Spades and Ace's too."
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Post by Brooklyn on Apr 4, 2008 16:16:53 GMT -5
Hearing the name 'Jack Kelly' made the guy drop the playboy that he'd been holding and stare. "You...you...know him? He's still alive?"
Vito caught Max's eye and winked at him...he regarded Max throwing the cuff at him as flirtation.
"Good, good." Reilly said. "That's perfect. We'll all meet back here."
The nurse started freaking out, calling for help. Two other nurses came in, carrying a rather large machine. "Does it work?" the first nurse asked.
"I dunno." said another.
The third chimed in. "Does it matter? He's dying! It's our only hope."
Are you sure about this?"
"Yes."
"Okay, stand back everyone. Count of three. One...two...three..." She rubbed the two things together then brought it down on Spot's chest, sending volts of electricity through him. The first nurse checked his pulse again. "It's still not normal! Try it again!" They repeated the process and then checked his pulse again. "Okay, we're clear...but keep an eye on him."
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Post by Race on Apr 4, 2008 16:21:08 GMT -5
Max shuddered at Vito then turned back to the guy, "Jacky boy? Why su-.....wait...why da you care if he's alive or not." he eyed the man,looking at him sideways.
Pyro nodded then saw the machine after they were done, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YE DOIN' TA HIM!" his thick Irish accent showed terribly, "What the hell is tha'?!" he said,pointing at the machine.
Clepto poked the machine, then kicked it,getting shocked, "Wow." he started laughing madly.
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Post by Brooklyn on Apr 4, 2008 16:31:47 GMT -5
Lemme introduce myself..." the guy said. "Kelly, Roger Kelly. Dat boy is my son."
"Sir...Sirs, we're going to have to ask you to leave. He's not in stable condition." said one of the nurses. "Don't worry about the machine, it's designed to help him."
"How are you helpin' by shockin' 'um like that!?" Jarhead yelled. "Dat's not normal!"
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Post by Race on Apr 4, 2008 16:35:33 GMT -5
"Hell ya probably helpin' him along there now aren' ya?!" Pyro said,still staring at the machine, he pulled Clepto away from it before he could do any damage with it.
Max stared, "Seriously?" he said, "He nevah told me about a dad. No offence ment dere." he raised his eyebrows, " But yeah, Jack's alive an' kickin'. He led da Newsies Strike last yeah ovah in Manhattan against Pulitzah,won it too."
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Post by Brooklyn on Apr 4, 2008 16:41:20 GMT -5
Reilly wordlessly turned and headed for the exit.
Jarhead stared and then followed Reilly.
Roger scoffed. "Dat figures. I guess he believed da lies his asshole uncle told him about how 'I killed his Ma, not da uddah guy'."
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Post by Race on Apr 4, 2008 16:43:18 GMT -5
Pyro said something in Gaelic then followed Jarhead,dragging Clepto with him.
Max looked at him, "Dat what ya in heah for?" he asked. "I can tell Jacky boy dat if ya want me to."
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Post by Brooklyn on Apr 4, 2008 16:58:23 GMT -5
Once outside, Reilly turned back around to the others. "Everyone knows the plan, right? Meet back here no later than eight. Its..." he took out his pocket watch and looked at the time. "Three right now, that gives us five hours, agreed?"
"Do what'cha can." Kelly said, nodding. "Da whole ting was a set-up. My stupid brother-in-law was in on it, too. Dey set it up so dat da police got dere right when I discovahed my wife's dead body. I didn' have time ta get away, an' dey took all da money we had left an' made off with it. Da cops were arrestin' me right when Jack got home so I nevah had a chance ta tell 'um da truth."
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Post by Race on Apr 4, 2008 17:11:12 GMT -5
Pyro and the other Bronx newsies nodded. Clepto,Turnpike,and Scuffle went with Jarhead, Pyro went after Reilly, he was thinking, "I hope Max is alright," he said, "An' he hasn't become someones hoe yet....." he laughed, "No, Max woul' make someone his hoe."
Max nodded, " I knew his muddah was dead." he said, "durin' da strike Snyder,da guy who runs da Refuge revealed all dat. Spot tol' me." he started working on the manicles around his ankles, digging a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it up as he did," Jack's been in da refuge bout three times now, he stole bread da foist time, second time was durin' da strike for "Distoibin' da peace" and the thoid time he stole somethin' else. It was all for certain reasons dough,an' he escaped all those times too." he threw the manicle at the jail door, just to see what the bulls would do.
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Post by Brooklyn on Apr 4, 2008 17:17:40 GMT -5
Reilly couldn't get the image of Spot getting shocked and jerking about a foot in the air out of his mind. He stared straight ahead as he walked.
Kelly smirked. "Dat's mah boy. Always was a troublemaker. You know, when he was little, he'd lasso random people on da street and call them his cow."
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Post by Race on Apr 4, 2008 17:20:59 GMT -5
Pyro had to pull Reilly into Irving Hall to Medda, he nearly passed the door. "MEDDA!" he yelled.
Max smirked, "When I foist met him he had some kid named Snitch lassoed an' tol' me wit his missin' front teeth dat he 'as a cowboy an' dat Snitch 'as his cow.." he said, "Da guy dat ran da place had to pull him off." he got quiet a little, looking out the jail cell door at the cops. His old man had been right, he did end up in jail. It kind of hurt that he was in here with Jack's dad, who seemed so proud of him, when Max's own dad had been a bum.
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Post by Brooklyn on Apr 4, 2008 17:28:19 GMT -5
Medda came hurrying out hearing Pyro yell. "What? What?"
Kelly laughed for the first time in a while. "God, I miss dat kid. He was da best thing ta evah happen tah me. Could you tell him dat for me, uh...I don' tink I caught ya name, kid?"
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