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Post by Race on Apr 6, 2008 19:23:13 GMT -5
Jack nodded. Pushing the door open to Spot's room,still holding Blondie.
Max sat down in a chair close to Spot's bed, the chains clanking loudly.
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Post by Brooklyn on Apr 6, 2008 19:25:27 GMT -5
Spot looked from Max to Blondie and then to the chains than Jack. "What....happened...?" he croaked.
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Post by Race on Apr 6, 2008 19:27:24 GMT -5
Max filled him in, messing with the chains, "Den some fat ass tried to butt rape me! An' I met Jack's dad, an' if you hadn't 'a woke up I'da been servin' life in a Queens prison for killin' you'se." he said, "I'm prolly gunna get a lil' bit 'a time fah assaultin' a peace officah." he wiped the blood off his mouth from where he'd spit it up a little.
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Post by Brooklyn on Apr 6, 2008 19:32:05 GMT -5
Spot gaped at Max for a moment, then composed himself. "Dat lyin' little son of a....oh he's dead." He attempted to sit up, but winced and fell back.
Jarhead stepped forward. "I, uh...I..." he began to tell about his killing Cheater, but clammed up, afraid of Max's reaction.
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Post by Race on Apr 8, 2008 16:04:20 GMT -5
"You what?" Max said,looking at Jarhead, "Nuttin' you'se could say right now would surprise me."
Jack snuck off. Heading towards the prison. he wanted to see his "dad" himself.
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Post by Brooklyn on Apr 8, 2008 16:54:12 GMT -5
"I...killed Cheater." Jarhead said, avoiding Max's eyes.
Spot smirked. Jarhead had never hurt anyone in his life....well not that badly. He was one of the nicer Brooklyn newsies. "I knew ya had it in ya." he said.
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Post by Race on Apr 9, 2008 17:33:26 GMT -5
Max laughed,slapping Jarhead on the back, "Good fah you kid." he said.
Jack showed up at the desk of the prison, "Uh...scuse me? Could someone tell me if..." he faltered,not sure what to say, or how to put it.
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Post by Brooklyn on Apr 9, 2008 17:39:45 GMT -5
Jathead looked at Max. "You're not....mad?"
The bull at the desk stared Jack down. "If...if...WHAT?! Whaddya want streetrat?"
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Post by Race on Apr 9, 2008 17:43:59 GMT -5
Jack glared at him,looking over the streetrat comment, "Someone told me ya got a Roger Kelly in heah, I need tah talk ta him." he said, using the same tone he had with Pulitzer's assistant last year.
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Post by Brooklyn on Apr 9, 2008 21:15:34 GMT -5
"And why should I let you? Gimme one good reason." the guard taunted.
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Post by Race on Apr 11, 2008 18:17:52 GMT -5
"Because I'm his son dammit!" Jack said,glaring at him.
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Post by Brooklyn on Apr 11, 2008 19:50:20 GMT -5
The guard spit his coffee everywhere, laughing. "KELLY HAS A SON?! HAHAHAHAHA!"
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Post by Race on Apr 12, 2008 14:11:41 GMT -5
Jack glared, "Yeah he has a son,got a problem wit it?" he asked.
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Post by Brooklyn on Apr 13, 2008 19:09:06 GMT -5
The guard wiped the tears from his eyes from laughing so hard. "No, no problem. Lemme go get ya daddy for ya." The guard left and came back with Kelly a few minutes later, chains clanking.
Kelly was confused, the guard hadn't told him what was going on. He struggled against the guard until he saw his son standing before him. "Jack?" he stared blankly. He didn't think he'd ever see Jack again.
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Post by Race on Apr 13, 2008 19:36:13 GMT -5
Jack stared,his mouth half open,looking his dad up and down. He hadn't seen him since he had been about three years old. He finally found his voice again, tilting his head sideways, "Dad?" he said,still staring at him with disbelief.
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