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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 28, 2011 12:22:11 GMT -5
Blondie was walking through the streets of the Bronx alone, on her way to the lodging house to find Max. It was way past dark and Reilly had wanted to go with her or at least send Spades and Aces, but she had told them all to stay there with Spot and make sure he was in good hands. He was going to have to get his appendix taken out as soon as the doctors got him set up for surgery. It had been days since he had been having issues with his right side, but he had refused to say or do anything about it until earlier that night when the pain got ten tmes worse and he really couldn't hide it any more. Blondie had noticed he seemed to be in a lot of pain and went to get Reilly. They had to literally make Spot go to the hospital when his fever had skyrocketed and he went into a cold sweat, but he wasn't in any kind of condition to put up a fight. When they got there, the nurse was frantic trying to get someone to help and yelling that Spot's appendix had burst, so they had gotten him into surgery ASAP. Blondie had come to get Max, knowing he would need to be informed of the situation. She was slightly worried about Spot, but she also knew he was in the hands of the best known surgeon in Brooklyn and that he would be fine. As for walking around alone through the Bronx at night, it didn't bother her. Though the Bronx streets had scared her when she was just a little girl, she was no longer afraid to brave them alone.
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Post by Race on Oct 28, 2011 18:15:20 GMT -5
Pyro, Turnpike, and Scuffle had needed a break from the lodging house, but on the nights they wanted out Max was usually guarding the door, tired of everyone leaving him to pick up, or destroying the lodging house with fights and gambling but not cleaning up their mess, including the knocked over bunks. Pyro had gotten aholt of Irish Whiskey, Max's one weakness, and tricked the Bronx leader into drinking six bottles of it, that usually being what it took to knock the older Conlon on his bottom. When Max was full on passed out in a bunk, the three snuck out of the lodging house and to the bars.
Max had passed out at the table, then felt Pyro dump him into a bunk, he'd kill him later for this when he could focus, and didn't want to just sleep. He'd burrowed into the thin covers on the bunk, his head shoved under his pillow and his face shoved into the mattress, his eyes hurt and the room kept spinning, he heard someone up the stairs, praying it wasn't the Lodging House owner, he didn't want to deal with that saggy old man right now.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 28, 2011 18:27:48 GMT -5
As Blondie approached the lodging house, she noticed that it was eerily quiet. Usually, you could hear the rough housing and antics of Max's boys a block away, but tonight, there was a stillness in the air. She opened the door and looked around the empty room, then softly shut the door behind her and ascended the stairs, hoping Max was here and she wouldn't have to go out looking for him. Over the years, she had learned that it was fairly difficult to track a Conlon if they wandered off. "Max?" she called softly when she got to the bunk room.
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Post by Race on Oct 28, 2011 18:39:57 GMT -5
Max grunted in response, loud enough for Blondie to hear him, language hurt right now, and he felt like he was on a boat, the bed was spinning and the more he pressed the pillow on his head the worse it got, but it made him feel better, "I'mma kill Pyro.." he muttered to himself.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 28, 2011 18:47:50 GMT -5
Blondie followed the sound of Max's grunt and found the bunk he was on, kneeling beside it. She turned her head to the side, smelling the whiskey on him it was so strong. "Are you okay?"
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Post by Race on Oct 28, 2011 19:25:26 GMT -5
" S'fine..." Max slurred at her, he turned his face towards her, the pillow still clutched to his head, "W'as up?" he asked, returning his face back into the mattress, he could still hear her though, he kept moving closer to the edge of the mattress, unknowingly doing that, he was just trying to get under the covers.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 28, 2011 19:43:29 GMT -5
"Spot's in surgery right now." Blondie said. "His appendix burst earlier tonight and he had to get it taken out immediately. Reilly, Spades, and Aces are with him at the hospital. I just wanted to let you know."
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Post by Race on Jan 10, 2012 1:31:06 GMT -5
Max fell off the bunk "Shit..." he stared up, blurry eyed at Blondie, "Spot'sgot an appendix?" he slurred, not quite understanding her, he started laughing, "Ya hair is real pretty in dda moonlight.."
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 10, 2012 23:38:39 GMT -5
Blondie made a face, but tried to suppress her laughter. "Thanks...I guess. And no, Spot doesn't have an appendix anymore. Who slipped you the drink this time?" she asked, amused.
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Post by Race on Jan 10, 2012 23:41:21 GMT -5
"S'Pyro t'fuggin....ugh," he rolled over, hitting his head on the bunk, he pulled himself up, setting his head in her lap, grinning at her goofily.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 11, 2012 0:17:16 GMT -5
Blondie shook her head, but made no effort to move his head since it was already more than likely spinning wildly. "Max, you need help," she said, laughing and leaning back against the bed behind her. She would feel a little uneasy if Max wasn't practically her big brother, but she'd had to drunk-sit him before a time or two, so she had an idea of how he would act.
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Post by Race on Jan 11, 2012 10:49:02 GMT -5
"I don' need help.." he retorted, he knew it was all lies, the world was spinning and everything felt blurry, and probably any little thing would set him off into laughter.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 12, 2012 21:33:37 GMT -5
"Sure you don't," Blondie said, smirking. "Want me to take you to Spot?" She figured he wouldn't be able to walk two steps without falling over or throwing up, but she thought she would offer anyway.
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Post by Race on Jan 12, 2012 21:40:28 GMT -5
"I'sh dunno if I should...dey's might admit me" he started laughing uncontrollably, he turned in her lap, his face in her lap, "You smell pretty..." he slurred.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 12, 2012 21:52:48 GMT -5
"Whoa-kay," Blondie said, repositioning his head onto a pillow. "Yeah, you're right. They probably would admit you. Sometimes even I think a psych ward would do wonders for you."
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