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Post by Race on Jan 14, 2012 1:57:56 GMT -5
"Nope, he didn' even admit it as a kid...god he was a little shit then..." Max said, laughing, "He asked a million questions an' tormented people wit his slingshot..and I was constantly loosing him..."
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 14, 2012 2:04:34 GMT -5
Blondie smiled. "I remember that." she said, laughing at the thought of Spot always getting in trouble for his slingshot antics when they were younger. She had known them since she and Spot had been eight years old.
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Post by Race on Jan 14, 2012 2:21:24 GMT -5
" I also remembah Cowboy when he 'as little...he roped people...I'm surprised dat one kid ain't got a complex yet..." Max said, he remembered most of the first time they'd left their dad's, it seemed like only yesterday but he knew it had been longer, he sighed, "I dunno...sometimes I wondah what'd be like if things'd been different."
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 14, 2012 2:27:44 GMT -5
"I wonder that sometimes." Blondie said, understanding where he was coming from. "But if things had been different at my house I probably never would have met you and Spot, so it doesn't bother me that much."
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Post by Race on Jan 14, 2012 2:30:40 GMT -5
"I doubt Da would ever be different, our muddah woulda just been around to deal with him too..." Max said, he wondered if his father was even still alive, they had just fled, not caring if he noticed them gone, Max had gotten him and Spot out as fast as possible. "I'd be in jail more 'n likely" he laughed, "More den I already have been, and god knows where Spot'd be.."
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 14, 2012 2:40:13 GMT -5
"All people are capable of change, but some people never do." Blondie said sadly. "I think you were right to grab Spot and run... not that it really matters what I think anyway, but still... You're the only real male role model Spot has ever known. He's never looked up to anyone like he has you. I suppose he would have turned out the same no matter what, you did good. And he drove you crazy but kept you sane, right?"
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Post by Race on Jan 14, 2012 2:45:42 GMT -5
Max laughed, "Yeah I spose....Da would get on one of his rants 'a somethin', and he'd get done and I'd go into our room, and Spot'd have some crazy idea goin' on in dere, and it'd make thing seem alright for a bit.." he didn't talk about all his father did to him to anybody, Damon Conlon had been a violent drunk.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 15, 2012 2:27:15 GMT -5
Blondie smiled. "Yeah, he has a way of doing that. Spot just has this weird way of making people feel like everything is going to be okay." Spot had been the one who convinced her to get away from her own father, who never saw her as anything more than a disappointment and a punching bag. Spot and Max were the only ones who knew about her dad's rampages because she saw no point in telling anyone else. Heck, Spot only knew because he had witnessed it once, the last time it ever happened.
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Post by Race on Jan 22, 2012 23:43:10 GMT -5
Max could only recall once when Blondie walked in during one of him and his dad's arguments, and he'd pushed her right back out the door until Damon had went to bed. "I'm just glad ya never saw Da go at me..." he said, talking about his father made him want another drink, he looked across at Pyro's bunk, "Ya think he's got more booze in his bunk?"
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 23, 2012 0:16:04 GMT -5
"Probably. I can check... Are you sure you want more?" she asked, knowing he probably felt awful already. She got up and went over to Pyro's bunk (she could tell which was his from the black scorch marks on the wood). She looked under the matress and found about 16 lighters. "Um..."
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Post by Race on Jan 23, 2012 0:44:47 GMT -5
"S'under da bunk usually.." Max said, rolling off of his own bunk again.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 23, 2012 0:49:55 GMT -5
Blondie looked under the bunk. scattered among the boxes and boxes of matches and scraps of burnt objects were a few more bottles of whiskey
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Post by Race on Jan 23, 2012 0:54:37 GMT -5
Max just stayed in the floor, not wanting to even attempt to sit on the bed again if he was going to just fall off of it again, "Hey....why is there an arm under my bed? CLEPTO!" a creepy cackle was heard from the washroom.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 23, 2012 1:16:29 GMT -5
Blondie walked back over to Max's bunk, sitting down in front of him and handing him the bottle of whiskey. "Where did he even come from anyway...?"
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Post by Race on Jan 26, 2012 23:55:12 GMT -5
" I ain't got no idea.." Max said, "I think he escaped from a mental asylum 'a somethin'.." he stared off into the washroom, kind of glad the bulb was busted in there.
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