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Post by Brooklyn on Feb 18, 2012 2:09:47 GMT -5
Terrence finally ran into an alleyway and jumped up on a stack of crates, pausing for only a second to climb. Once he was on the highest crate, he stood up, holding his invisible weapon up in the air in victory. "YEAH YOU BETTER RUN YA BUNCH'A GIRLS!" He turned around to look at his brother. "Max, we beat 'um!"
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Post by Race on Feb 18, 2012 2:25:45 GMT -5
Max pretend to celebrate, punching the air, "That's great!" he looked at the light, their dad would be getting up soon to haunt the pubs tonight...he always checked to make sure they were home regardless, "Ter..we need t'get home..Da will be up soon."
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Post by Brooklyn on Feb 18, 2012 2:35:06 GMT -5
"Okay," Terrence said, hopping down from the crates and obediently walking toward home, satisfied with himself for beating the cowboys. "I wanna be a real indian when I grow up!"
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Post by Race on Feb 18, 2012 15:30:40 GMT -5
Max laughed "Alright," he said, they finally reached the door to their apartment, Max pressed his ear against the door, listening for any signs that his father was awake, then pushed the door open to let them in, "Good..he's still asleep.."
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Post by Brooklyn on Feb 20, 2012 16:35:00 GMT -5
Terrence pranced quietly off into their room and continued playing, his imagination running as wild as ever, the feather still in his hair.
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Post by Race on Jun 13, 2012 0:37:11 GMT -5
Max made sure his brother was in the room before shutting the door behind him. He snuck into the kitchen again, digging into the liquor cabinet and doing something he did about once a week, take their dad's drink stash out on the fire escape and breaking it to pieces. Half the time his dad just bought more, but it did save the boy from his drunken rants for another week. He finished up there and tiptoed to their dad's door, peering in and watching him sleep before going back into the room he shared with his brother.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jun 13, 2012 1:10:01 GMT -5
By the time Max had come back into the room, Terrence was sprawled out in the floor asleep, the indian feather falling out of his hair. Being an indian had obviously tired him out. He looked so peaceful in the middle of the chaotic mess of blocks and other toys in the floor around him.
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Post by Race on Jun 13, 2012 1:53:17 GMT -5
Max just shook his head and pulled Spot up into his bed before getting into his own and falling asleep.
((Next day? you start?))
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Post by Brooklyn on Jun 13, 2012 13:44:29 GMT -5
((Okies ^-^))
Spot woke up early the next morning and rubbed his eyes. Through the window he could tell it was sunny outside, which made him eager to go out and play. He was leaning so far to look out the window that he lost his balance and fell off of his bed, his sheets going with him and entangling him in a mass of cloth and limbs.
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