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Post by Brooklyn on Sept 27, 2007 16:36:40 GMT -5
Spot was awoken late that night by a noise. He opened his eyes and sat up, looking around. Upon seeing Jack's empty bed, he jumped up and ran over to Racetrack's bed. "Race! He's gone!"
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Post by Race on Sept 27, 2007 16:59:30 GMT -5
Jack was halfway down the quiet road,a bag slung over his shoulder.He'd left a note on his bed explaining his actions to the guys.
"What?" Race said sleepily,grasping what Spot said, then shot up out of bed, "NOT AGAIN!"
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Post by Brooklyn on Sept 27, 2007 17:07:11 GMT -5
Spot went over to Jack's bed and picked up the note and started to read it. When he finished, he shoved the note to Racetrack and ran down the stairs.
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Post by Race on Sept 27, 2007 17:15:09 GMT -5
Race glanced at the note,throwing it at Snipes who was still sleeping and ran down after Spot.
Jack was past Tibby's. He could see the trainyards from there. He jingled the change he held in his pocket.
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Post by Brooklyn on Sept 27, 2007 17:24:51 GMT -5
Spot was a fast runner. He picked up his speed not even worrying about his breathing pattern. He caught sight of Jack and sped up even more. "JACK! TINK ABOUT WHAT YA DOIN'!" He finally caught up to Jack, breathing heavily and leaning against a wall for support.
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Post by Race on Sept 27, 2007 17:26:29 GMT -5
Jack stopped and turned around,seeing Spot, "I know what I'm doin'!" he said, "I'm gettin' outta heah while I's still gotta chance!"
Race finally caught up,heaving, he just let himself fall to the ground,breathing heavily, "i's gotta lay off da cigahs.."
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Post by Brooklyn on Sept 27, 2007 17:32:24 GMT -5
"Youse had da chance fa a long time an' it ain't goin' nowhere!" Spot yelled, getting angry now.
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Post by Race on Sept 27, 2007 17:36:51 GMT -5
" Well I'm takin' it!" Jack yelled,glaring, "I's got thah money,an' I'm goin'! Alright? An' dere ain't nuttin' youse can do tah stop me dis time!"
Race stared at Jack, "What bout Sarah?" he breathed,still trying to catch his breath.
"Fahget her!" Jack said,they'd fought the last two weeks again.
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Post by Brooklyn on Sept 27, 2007 17:45:22 GMT -5
"You know what? Fahgetaboutit Race...let 'im go..." Spot turned and walked away. He was tired of holding Jack back. If he wanted to go then forget him. He was so mad that he was shaking.
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Post by Race on Sept 27, 2007 17:52:02 GMT -5
Jack turned around and kept walking.
Race stood up, shoving his hands in his pockets, "He'd do it fah you." he said to Spot blankly,his back to Spot.
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Post by Brooklyn on Sept 27, 2007 18:04:54 GMT -5
Spot stormed off down an alleyway, too mad to even think about going back to sleep tonight, leaving Race alone.
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Post by Race on Sept 27, 2007 18:08:32 GMT -5
Racetrack sighed,looking up at the sky and pulled out a cigar,lighting it up as he looked towards where Jack disappeared into Grand Central, "Good luck Cowboy." he muttered,turning around and disappearing in the darkness.
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Jack stared at the ticket in his had,he couldn't believe it. He had it, it said "one-way, Sante Fe, New Mexico,third class". The blow of the trains whistle brought him back to reality. He made his way to the platform, he was one of the only one's there. He kept looking at the ticket,grabbing his head,then looking over his shoulder at where Race had been not five minutes ago. He bit his lip don't start dis Kelly his concious told him ya told 'um you'd do dis someday,and dat days tahday.
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Post by Brooklyn on Sept 27, 2007 18:13:20 GMT -5
Spot kicked a dumpster and screamed in frustration. Part of him knew he couldn't let Jack get on that train, but the other part was still mad and didn't want to hold Jack back from his dream anymore. He sighed and ran, full speed to the train yards. As he got there, he realized that he was too late...the train was speeding off into the distance.
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Post by Race on Sept 27, 2007 18:15:59 GMT -5
Jack sat in the compartment,he looked back and saw a figure on the platform,it was Spot. He bit his lip again,staring at the figure.He stood up,grabbing his bag, "Da tings I's do fah my friends." he muttered,getting out,he ran to the door he'd gotten on from, pulling it open and jumping off onto the platform,he missed,landing on his arm in the dust, "OW!" he yelled,sitting up,holding his arm.
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Post by Brooklyn on Sept 27, 2007 18:18:27 GMT -5
Spot's eyes widened and he jumped down off of the platform rushing to Jack. "You okay?" he asked, extending a hand to help his friend up.
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