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Post by Race on Oct 14, 2011 20:34:04 GMT -5
((I'm starting this, because I'm ready, so's Brooklyn, and so's Tuckercat. I'm terrible at intro's by the way, so take it as I put it XD))
Dodger flew through the alleyways, heading back to the hideout as fast as he could, he'd just seen something in the marketplace that had made even his blood run cold. He slid across a particularly wet area, hitting boxes "OUF!" he said, his breath leaving him. He made it to the meat packing area, nearly there he took another shortcut and made it to the newly discovered hideout, taking the stairs two at a time, he made it to the door and started pounding the fire out of it, "PLUMMY AND SLAM!" he yelled, stepping back, recovering from his sprint to the marketplace.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 15, 2011 0:58:23 GMT -5
Charley opened the door and peeked out. "Whassa matter wiff you, Dodge?" he asked, seeing his friend out of breath.
(( Sure, just pretend like I know what I'm talking about, cause I'm not quite as familiar with all this. XD ))
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Post by tuckercat on Oct 18, 2011 14:06:47 GMT -5
Fagin heard the noise of dodger banging on the door and showed up at it shortly after charlie brandishing the poker" what's all the racket about?"
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Post by Race on Oct 28, 2011 18:18:58 GMT -5
"Get tha' outta me face! Gimme air..." Dodger caught his breath, pulling a wanted poster out of his pocket, on the front was a drawing of Sykes, " 'E's not as dead as we thought.." Dodger said, maneuvering around the two person barricade to the table, dumping out the days steals and pulling a tumbler of gin from another boy.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 28, 2011 18:34:55 GMT -5
Charley followed Dodger over to the table and stared at the wanted poster. "Wha's 'e doin' back 'ere?"
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Post by tuckercat on Nov 7, 2011 22:29:40 GMT -5
Fagin began to look paniced. He grabed dodger up by his coller. "What do you mean eh's back? You saw him die didn't ya?"
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Post by Race on Nov 7, 2011 22:58:19 GMT -5
Dodger's eyes widened, "I THOUGHT I DID!" he said, "Bu' apparently guns aren't as reliable! Lemme go!" he wriggled against Fagin's hand, getting out of the over-sized coat and stepping back, " 'E hasn't been seen in Spittlefields! I found that in the market cross town." he glared at Fagin, although it came across less threatening than he planned. "I didn' see him, an' if he'd seen Nancy we'd know!"
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Post by tuckercat on May 10, 2012 12:54:57 GMT -5
"Eh can't find us." Fagin said more to himself than to anybody else, as he backed up and sort of collapsed into a chair with a dazed exsspresion on his face. It was deffinitly time to review the situation.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jun 13, 2012 0:27:54 GMT -5
((OOC: Sorry for neglecting to post on my turn >.> I'll do it now, I'm more used to Charley now after rping on tumblr now anyways, so writer's block shouldn't happen as often))
Charley stood staring at Fagin. "Wot d'tyou mean 'e can't find us?! The man knows who to follow! He knows how this 'ole thing works! We can't just stay out of sight forever!" His voice was high-pitched as it could go with the strain of his words. "We gotta be prepared," he added, calmer this time as he thought of all the things he had done to get back at his rich aunt, uncle, and cousins when he had been forced to live with them for a year. There were plenty of ways to make people miserable, but to go against Bill Sykes, it would take a lot more than petty pranks.
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Post by Race on Jun 13, 2012 0:39:04 GMT -5
" 'E don't know where this new place is!" Dodger said reassuredly, "I mean, an' if 'e sees one of us, we just make ourselves scarce! We all know how t'do tha' don't we?" he looked around the room at all of them.
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