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Post by Spotlight on Nov 11, 2007 19:06:16 GMT -5
Write was cleaning up right before closing when his dear, sweet cousin burst through the door. This was common behavior foir her, as she was something of a performer, so he didn't look up for a couple moments. When he did, he saw her leaning all her wieght against the door, struggling to keep someone out. (He couldn't see who.) Write sighed. "Bloody hell, Trick. Who've you gone and brassed off this time?"
Trick frowned at him, still struggling to keep the door shut. "I didn't do anything! It's not my fault that Bronx boys can't take joke!" It was then that the young man she'd been trying to keep out burst in.
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Post by Race on Nov 11, 2007 19:20:18 GMT -5
Max Conlon came bursting through the door,his eyes flaring with anger as he looked around for the girl that had ticked him off, his brown hair was tussled from running, "WHERE IS SHE!" he looked around,seeing nothing but red, heaving.
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Post by Spotlight on Nov 12, 2007 0:51:41 GMT -5
Write gave Trick a look. She was going to get him killed one of these days. "Now, can't we sit down and have a nice chat about this, mate? I'm sure she didn't mean anything by it."
Trick bit her lip against the tears that were forming in her eyes. Max had slammed the door open on her nose. It was now bleeding. She pinched her nose to stem the bleeding as Write sighed and, carefully keeping himself between her and Max, gave her a clean, dry rag to hold under her nose.
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Post by Race on Nov 12, 2007 13:36:29 GMT -5
"talk about what!" Max yelled, "dat da fact I 'as mindin' my own business an' dis BARREL OF FISH comes flyin' outta no where an' she's running away from it!" He was fuming, being the leader of the Bronx Newsies ment he couldn't be embarassed by something like this,at least not in front of his boys.
(( Yeah,didn't know what she did so I improvised. : )
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Post by Spotlight on Nov 12, 2007 21:17:36 GMT -5
Write looked at Pyro incredulously. "You threw a barrel of fish at him? How did you even- Never mind. I don't want to know. But a barrel of fish?"
Pyro shrugged innocently. "Maybe. I plead the fifth," she said, her voice nasally and muffled because of the rag. She looked at Max with her best 'innocent child' look. "Listen I didn't mean to hit you. I was moving it for a friend, and I lost control of it."
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Post by Race on Nov 13, 2007 18:10:02 GMT -5
"Well next time keep ya fish undah control..." Max said,still mad,the look wasn't helping.
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Post by Spotlight on Nov 13, 2007 18:51:55 GMT -5
Write gave Trick a look. "Yeah, Trick, keep your fish under control."
Trick nodded. "Okay. I'll try."
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Post by Race on Nov 17, 2007 21:25:11 GMT -5
"Cause next time I won' be dis nice," Max said,glaring in her direction.
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Post by Spotlight on Nov 18, 2007 3:07:36 GMT -5
Trick was about to spout off with some sort of snarky comment, but Write slapped a hand over her mouth. His face contorted with disgust. "You just licked my hand!"
Trick grinned. "Don't cover my mouth." She turned her attention back to Max. "Now that we've gotten past you wanting to kill me, I do realize that the fact that I am currently standing here talking to you is very generous, and you have no idea how much I appreciate being allowed to live. And to thank you for my life, I wish to make it up to you. However you chose."
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Post by Spotlight on Jan 14, 2008 19:21:43 GMT -5
((le bump))
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Post by Race on Jan 16, 2008 18:22:56 GMT -5
Max grinned, he had ideas,but she'd kill him if he mentioned anything, "hmm..lemme tink on it." he said.
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Post by Spotlight on Jan 18, 2008 1:14:33 GMT -5
Trick smirked. "Well, don't think too hard, Max. I don't know if I really have that long."
Write gave Trick a disapproving look. She was going to get them both murdered some day! Trick needed to learn to keep her snark to herself. "I apologize for my rude cousin. She didn't mean that," Write said, trying to prevent a fight.
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Post by Race on Jul 22, 2008 8:03:11 GMT -5
Max laughed, "S'okay," he said,winking at Trick just to get on her nerves, "An' ya know what, I know how ya can repay me." he said, "You,sellin' papes fah me,fah three weeks, think ya can do dat?"
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Post by Spotlight on Jul 23, 2008 12:50:32 GMT -5
Write thought that the deal was more than fair, especially since Max Conlon had a reputation for being rather...merciless, and this was not the first time that Trick had pulled some kind of prank on the Bronx leader. Granted, it was the first time she'd gotten caught, or that Max could prove that it was actually her, but all the same...
Trick frowned. "What?" She was not a newsie. She sometimes hung around with the newsies. She sometimes played tricks on the newsies, BUT she was not, in fact, a newsie. She was a performer. She sang, people dropped coins into her hat. That was how she made her money. She sold songs, not newspapers. She sometimes bought a newspaper, if she was looking for a chance to flirt with the cute newsie selling it. Actually, she tried to do that with Max a few times, but he sadly did not return her flirting, not that that would actually stop her. "Are you serious?" she said incredulously.
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Post by Race on Jul 23, 2008 21:51:43 GMT -5
Max smirked, "Dead serious," he said, "Or is dat no enough of a challenga fah you'se?" he raised his eyebrows in her direction,he'd watched her enough to know what to say to get her to do stuff,all it took was questioning her,and he knew it should work.
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