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Caught in the rain
1897
"Either way..."
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"Why didn't you just let him have me?" Silver questioned Murder as he shoved her along.
"Because, there's money involved," the reply came back three times meaner.
"So you're doing this for money? What, someone wants a cheap whore and I just got lucky?"
"No, I almost gave Lethal a concussion because of the money, I'm giving you to Phantom because he specifically asked for you, that and to save my own ass," this, Silver pondered for a few moments.
"So you're not only mean, but you're pathetic too?" Murder stopped, his fingertips digging into her forearm. She winced, but glared right back into those crystal blue pits.
"Listen, if I don't give you up, I'm dead. If I hadn't punched out Lethal, I'd be dead. The only way too keep me alive is to turn you in!" he began dragging her along again and suddenly, it started to rain.
"Well, your life seems pointless. Perhaps you should just die."
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1897
"Find my baby"
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"So, we're going to the Bronx?" Books questioned, tugging on a pair of boots.
"Yeah. Now," Spot and Jersey were already out the door.
The two walked briskly along, neither saying anything. It was dark out and rain had begun to fall. It was desperately ignored.
"Spot, if she's hurt, you know I'm gonna kill you right?" Jersey said splashing through a puddle.
"Ah, c'mon, we shared a moment back dere on the roof," it was a sad attempt at humor, but it worked for the moment.
An hour or so later, they reached the Bronx. "Books, We're goin' in.... Books? Where we goin?"
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1897
"The end... we know it"
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Silver had begun to hum something as they walked along the narrow streets of the Bronx. It was a beautiful song, whatever it was. Murder had brushed off her last comment, but she knew she had gotten somewhere. They came upon an old wear house and he tugged her inside.
"We're here," he said simply to amplify the obvious.
"Oh, joy," the sarcasm was put forth to hide her fear, but Murder wasn't fooled.
"Scared?" the question was meant to humiliate, he knew she was petrified. And being back to his normal demeanor, he really didn't care.
"No?" the remark was made defiantly.
"Just wait, you will be... Phantom!" he yelled into the dimness, and lights began to switch on everywhere. There, as usual, sat Phantom and Shadow at the front of the room, looking lazily forward. This time, however, they were joined by a third, Mercy.
"Murder, lovely work," Silver went rigid, it was that same voice...it was Phantom indeed, but it was someone else, it was Tragedy.
"Emerald, my sweet, so glad you decided to join us," He stood walking over to her, she began to thrash violently at her captor, but Murder held fast.
"Let me go you selfish bastard!" she roared and screamed, arms and legs flailing everywhere.
"Murder, contain her!" Murder let one arm creep from her arm to his pocket, from which he pulled a knife. With movements like lightning, he drew it across her throat, leaving a cut just deep enough to cause pain. Silver sucked in her breath, but otherwise, kept still.
"You killed him," Silver spat accusingly.
"He had something I wanted, two things actually. I now have both of them. I'm leader of the Bronx as you know, but I've always missed the queen at my side,"
"I would rather die a thousand deaths," Silver jutted out her chin and stood straight.
"That can be arranged!"
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1897
"Where you are"
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"So, how exactly do you know where this place is?" Spot questioned Books, who now seemed to be leading the way.
"We had territory wars, this was their base, we knew it was here, but we didn't tell them that," Books said, shoving a rusted piece of sheet metal that served as a door to the side.
The second the trio was bathed in the light of the room, they dropped to the floor. Each one was trying to slow his breathing, and make themselves smaller. Spot cringed as he saw Silver flinch. The supposed leader of this nasty little operation had drawn his hand across her throat. As he lifted it, Spot could clearly see blood on his fingertips. Each one was so involved in her, no one noticed Lethal slip inside.
"SPIES!" he yelled. Newsies upon newsies came up from crevices in which they had been hiding until now, searching for those committing espionage. Silver watched, her eyes wide with concern for her comrades. They had only wanted to help her, and now they might get themselves killed. Two rather large boys took hold of the trio and more surrounded them.
"Tryin' ta cheat us Moida?" Lethal called as the chaos dimmed and our heroes were pulled to the center of the room.
"Cheat you? I brought her here," Murder yelled in his defense. They thought the three stooges were with him.
"Yeah, but you let these morons follow you," Phantom remarked, shaking his head.
"I didn't let them follow me! They came on their own! What we have is apparently valuable to them!"
"You don't have me!" Silver spat, glaring up at Murder who still held her in his steadfast grip. "If you hoit her..." Spot trailed, trying to stretch his torso a bit more, only to be kicked in the newly enlarged target. Phantom just laughed.
"You did a really dumb ting just den..." Phantom remarked, pulling a gun from his pocket.
"Oh really?" Spots arrogance would one day be his downfall, Dice had often told his little brother. [1] Spot had ignored him then, and was still going strong.
"You've let us in on your weak spot," Silver's eyes widened, and she backed, subconsciously, back against Murder. He noticed the new closeness. "It - it doesn't matter, he doesn't care about me!" Silver cried out in attempt to save them some time.
"Bullshit..." Lethal said, suddenly realizing his chain had disappeared.
"That bitch! She stole me chain!" The blonde shot forward and no one, aside from the three new captives, made a move to stop them. Murder was debating whom to save once again. He eventually, after Lethal had gotten in a few punches, shoved her out of the way. Mercy scrambled to restrain her, and Lethal looked rather dumbfounded. Again.
"It aint on her Lethal, we left you just as you was!" Lethal narrowed his eyes and tensions in the room rose.
"Yeah, laid out," he remarked.
"Yeah, you wanna explain dat?" Phantom spoke up, waving his gun lazily.
"Hey, you said there was money, dincha? I wasn't givin' her up to him," it was the most logical thing he could come up with. "Speakin' ah layin people out - where's Lynch?" Lethal questioned. Phantom shrugged and looked to Mercy, who spoke. "I t'ink yoah boys'll find a nice lil gift on dere doorstep when dey get back to Brooklyn,"
"So she's dead?" Murder swallowed deeply and made the inquiry, already aware of the answer.
"Very."
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1897
"No one knows"
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The newsboys from all around New York had gathered in the Queens lodging house, tables had been pushed out of the way and in their place sat circle upon circle of boys. Yelling out bets, tossing cards, sweeping freshly earned pennies towards themselves. No one had the slightest idea what was going on outside of Queens.
"Ey, Blink?" Dutchy had called, tossing another penny on the pile.
"Yeah?" Blink responded, changing the order of his cards. "Y'ain't seen Spot anywheahs has ya?"
"Huh uh," neither boy gave it further thought. He was probably upstairs with some whore he'd found wondering the streets. Books was probably elsewhere reading. He never liked poker games. Jersey was - somewhere. He was never no-where, always somewhere.
No one knew that Spot had fallen in love with the person he still hated. No one knew that Silver, Spot, Jersey, and Books had been captured. No one knew that Tragedy had resurfaced. No one knew that there was a dead girl on the front steps of the Brooklyn lodging house, or that Murder did actually have Lethal's chain, or that Silver of Brooklyn was actually Emerald of Queens. They were, perhaps, better off that way.
In truth, had the newsboys in Queens known that at that moment that the outlaw of the newsie world held captive one of the most important newsies in New York, they would have definitely gone after him. But no one knew where Spot was. It wasn't like him to hide from the public eye; it just wasn't something he did.
But the newsboys were having a wonderful time drinking, smoking, and yelling. They were a boisterous bunch. No one noticed an absence when others surrounded one. No one knew.
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1987
"Tonight"
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"Well, take the boys... elsewhere, lock them up," Phantom commanded two of the burly boys that surrounded the trio. "Ba - boss?" Murder hated using the word, especially for Phantom. "Give her here!" Murder shoved Silver with all his might into Phantom's open arms. He clasped on large hand about her throat to stop her struggling. "Go an' do what you do," Murder wouldn't stand for this, he'd given up on her, and he wanted his bounty.
"My payment?" he questioned, sheathing his knife and holding a hand forward.
"Your life," with that, he turned, sending two well placed bullets into the chests of Lethal and Mercy.
"Get out," he said, leading Silver off in a strangling hold.
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1897
"I wanna blow you... away"
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"It's been a long time Leah," Phantom remarked, bending down to lock the door of what Silver suspected was an office. It had one large window that overlooked the whole factory, other than that; there was only a door and a narrow staircase serving as an exit. "You ain't got no right ta call me dat Tragedy," she spat as she glared at him from against a wall. Her eyes were narrow aside from the gash on her neck, and the bruises forming on her cheek from the beating Lethal had given her.
"You're the prisoner, I'm the warden, I get to call you what I please," he remarked, walking towards her. "Don't you touch me you slimy-" her cut her off with a kiss, placing an arm on either side of her. She struggled violently, but he'd gotten bigger, and his weight kept her still. He slowly pulled back and smirked at her.
"Well, you certainly haven't changed, you've got the same fire you've always had,"
"Don't touch me," she forced once again through gritted teeth. Phantom merely chuckled and looked deeply into her eyes.
"Like I said before, I get to play warden," suddenly, his twisted plan popped into her head. It had nothing to do with the leadership or the territory. It was about Silver.
"You never cared about being leader did you? It was all about me," he grinned, backing away and shoving her to the floor, roughly.
"You're terribly bright, but not completely right, I did want da leadership, but I wanted you more. You, above all things, are the prize.
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1897
"The boys are back in town"
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Newsie upon newsie sat listening to Kid Blink go on and on about how Spot, Books, and Jersey had been gone all night. "- Silvah didn't even show up! How da hell ah we gonna keep ties from burrow ta burrow wit' two whole leadahs missin'?"
"What if they toin out like da Bronx? Oah Coney?" came a yell from the back of the room. Any answering was lost in a firestorm of 'what ifs' and 'they wouldn't do that' People were nervous and tense, and then the fights broke out. Boys of all sizes were scrambling and punching at air. When they did strike something, it was always just a glance. "I'm beginnin' ta t'ink you guys don't trust Dice's little bruddah," a loud voice came from the back of the room, by the door. Suddenly, the fights started to diminish and then stop completely. Two males strode out of the rain and to the front of the room. One had stringy black hair and cold blue eyes reminiscent of someone else. The other had curly brown hair in a shag. But there was something odd about him; he had one blue eye and one brown.
"Nice job kid, [2] way ta rile everybody up, now siddown," The speaking male shoved him into a chair.
"You bummahs! What da hell's goin on?" the more aggressive of the two made the question obviously rhetorical. He companion made a small gesture with his hands.
"You take all the fun outta me job Dice, really ya do," A murmur went through the crowd. Dice? He was the mute brother of Spot Conlon. He and Books had been the exact combination of brains and brawn to lead Brooklyn for a good six years. "Since my pal here, da bummah, suggests we - or I introduce us, I will. Me names Switch, and dis is Dice."
HA HA! You KNEW they'd be BACK! * laughs evilly *
[1] I mean with the aid of Books, of course.
[2] He was addressing him as 'kid' as in someone younger, not as in 'Kid Blink'
'Either way' Never Ever- All saints
'Find my baby' Find my baby- Moby
"The end?s we know it' It's the end of the world as we know it- R.E.M.
"Where you are" Where you are- Jess Simpson
"No one knows' Changes- Three Doors Down
"Tonight" 2 become 1- Spice girls *Giggles at the cheesiness once again*
"I wanna blow you?way"- Angry Jonny- I think its by 'Garbage'
"The boys are back in town" The boys are back in town- I'm saying its from 'a knights tale' (Heath ledger! *swoon*) because I really have no idea who its by.
Stay with me m'lambs! There'll be more if I can ever get my access #'s to work.
Caught in the rain
1897
"Either way..."
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"Why didn't you just let him have me?" Silver questioned Murder as he shoved her along.
"Because, there's money involved," the reply came back three times meaner.
"So you're doing this for money? What, someone wants a cheap whore and I just got lucky?"
"No, I almost gave Lethal a concussion because of the money, I'm giving you to Phantom because he specifically asked for you, that and to save my own ass," this, Silver pondered for a few moments.
"So you're not only mean, but you're pathetic too?" Murder stopped, his fingertips digging into her forearm. She winced, but glared right back into those crystal blue pits.
"Listen, if I don't give you up, I'm dead. If I hadn't punched out Lethal, I'd be dead. The only way too keep me alive is to turn you in!" he began dragging her along again and suddenly, it started to rain.
"Well, your life seems pointless. Perhaps you should just die."
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1897
"Find my baby"
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"So, we're going to the Bronx?" Books questioned, tugging on a pair of boots.
"Yeah. Now," Spot and Jersey were already out the door.
The two walked briskly along, neither saying anything. It was dark out and rain had begun to fall. It was desperately ignored.
"Spot, if she's hurt, you know I'm gonna kill you right?" Jersey said splashing through a puddle.
"Ah, c'mon, we shared a moment back dere on the roof," it was a sad attempt at humor, but it worked for the moment.
An hour or so later, they reached the Bronx. "Books, We're goin' in.... Books? Where we goin?"
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1897
"The end... we know it"
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Silver had begun to hum something as they walked along the narrow streets of the Bronx. It was a beautiful song, whatever it was. Murder had brushed off her last comment, but she knew she had gotten somewhere. They came upon an old wear house and he tugged her inside.
"We're here," he said simply to amplify the obvious.
"Oh, joy," the sarcasm was put forth to hide her fear, but Murder wasn't fooled.
"Scared?" the question was meant to humiliate, he knew she was petrified. And being back to his normal demeanor, he really didn't care.
"No?" the remark was made defiantly.
"Just wait, you will be... Phantom!" he yelled into the dimness, and lights began to switch on everywhere. There, as usual, sat Phantom and Shadow at the front of the room, looking lazily forward. This time, however, they were joined by a third, Mercy.
"Murder, lovely work," Silver went rigid, it was that same voice...it was Phantom indeed, but it was someone else, it was Tragedy.
"Emerald, my sweet, so glad you decided to join us," He stood walking over to her, she began to thrash violently at her captor, but Murder held fast.
"Let me go you selfish bastard!" she roared and screamed, arms and legs flailing everywhere.
"Murder, contain her!" Murder let one arm creep from her arm to his pocket, from which he pulled a knife. With movements like lightning, he drew it across her throat, leaving a cut just deep enough to cause pain. Silver sucked in her breath, but otherwise, kept still.
"You killed him," Silver spat accusingly.
"He had something I wanted, two things actually. I now have both of them. I'm leader of the Bronx as you know, but I've always missed the queen at my side,"
"I would rather die a thousand deaths," Silver jutted out her chin and stood straight.
"That can be arranged!"
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1897
"Where you are"
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"So, how exactly do you know where this place is?" Spot questioned Books, who now seemed to be leading the way.
"We had territory wars, this was their base, we knew it was here, but we didn't tell them that," Books said, shoving a rusted piece of sheet metal that served as a door to the side.
The second the trio was bathed in the light of the room, they dropped to the floor. Each one was trying to slow his breathing, and make themselves smaller. Spot cringed as he saw Silver flinch. The supposed leader of this nasty little operation had drawn his hand across her throat. As he lifted it, Spot could clearly see blood on his fingertips. Each one was so involved in her, no one noticed Lethal slip inside.
"SPIES!" he yelled. Newsies upon newsies came up from crevices in which they had been hiding until now, searching for those committing espionage. Silver watched, her eyes wide with concern for her comrades. They had only wanted to help her, and now they might get themselves killed. Two rather large boys took hold of the trio and more surrounded them.
"Tryin' ta cheat us Moida?" Lethal called as the chaos dimmed and our heroes were pulled to the center of the room.
"Cheat you? I brought her here," Murder yelled in his defense. They thought the three stooges were with him.
"Yeah, but you let these morons follow you," Phantom remarked, shaking his head.
"I didn't let them follow me! They came on their own! What we have is apparently valuable to them!"
"You don't have me!" Silver spat, glaring up at Murder who still held her in his steadfast grip. "If you hoit her..." Spot trailed, trying to stretch his torso a bit more, only to be kicked in the newly enlarged target. Phantom just laughed.
"You did a really dumb ting just den..." Phantom remarked, pulling a gun from his pocket.
"Oh really?" Spots arrogance would one day be his downfall, Dice had often told his little brother. [1] Spot had ignored him then, and was still going strong.
"You've let us in on your weak spot," Silver's eyes widened, and she backed, subconsciously, back against Murder. He noticed the new closeness. "It - it doesn't matter, he doesn't care about me!" Silver cried out in attempt to save them some time.
"Bullshit..." Lethal said, suddenly realizing his chain had disappeared.
"That bitch! She stole me chain!" The blonde shot forward and no one, aside from the three new captives, made a move to stop them. Murder was debating whom to save once again. He eventually, after Lethal had gotten in a few punches, shoved her out of the way. Mercy scrambled to restrain her, and Lethal looked rather dumbfounded. Again.
"It aint on her Lethal, we left you just as you was!" Lethal narrowed his eyes and tensions in the room rose.
"Yeah, laid out," he remarked.
"Yeah, you wanna explain dat?" Phantom spoke up, waving his gun lazily.
"Hey, you said there was money, dincha? I wasn't givin' her up to him," it was the most logical thing he could come up with. "Speakin' ah layin people out - where's Lynch?" Lethal questioned. Phantom shrugged and looked to Mercy, who spoke. "I t'ink yoah boys'll find a nice lil gift on dere doorstep when dey get back to Brooklyn,"
"So she's dead?" Murder swallowed deeply and made the inquiry, already aware of the answer.
"Very."
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1897
"No one knows"
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The newsboys from all around New York had gathered in the Queens lodging house, tables had been pushed out of the way and in their place sat circle upon circle of boys. Yelling out bets, tossing cards, sweeping freshly earned pennies towards themselves. No one had the slightest idea what was going on outside of Queens.
"Ey, Blink?" Dutchy had called, tossing another penny on the pile.
"Yeah?" Blink responded, changing the order of his cards. "Y'ain't seen Spot anywheahs has ya?"
"Huh uh," neither boy gave it further thought. He was probably upstairs with some whore he'd found wondering the streets. Books was probably elsewhere reading. He never liked poker games. Jersey was - somewhere. He was never no-where, always somewhere.
No one knew that Spot had fallen in love with the person he still hated. No one knew that Silver, Spot, Jersey, and Books had been captured. No one knew that Tragedy had resurfaced. No one knew that there was a dead girl on the front steps of the Brooklyn lodging house, or that Murder did actually have Lethal's chain, or that Silver of Brooklyn was actually Emerald of Queens. They were, perhaps, better off that way.
In truth, had the newsboys in Queens known that at that moment that the outlaw of the newsie world held captive one of the most important newsies in New York, they would have definitely gone after him. But no one knew where Spot was. It wasn't like him to hide from the public eye; it just wasn't something he did.
But the newsboys were having a wonderful time drinking, smoking, and yelling. They were a boisterous bunch. No one noticed an absence when others surrounded one. No one knew.
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1987
"Tonight"
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"Well, take the boys... elsewhere, lock them up," Phantom commanded two of the burly boys that surrounded the trio. "Ba - boss?" Murder hated using the word, especially for Phantom. "Give her here!" Murder shoved Silver with all his might into Phantom's open arms. He clasped on large hand about her throat to stop her struggling. "Go an' do what you do," Murder wouldn't stand for this, he'd given up on her, and he wanted his bounty.
"My payment?" he questioned, sheathing his knife and holding a hand forward.
"Your life," with that, he turned, sending two well placed bullets into the chests of Lethal and Mercy.
"Get out," he said, leading Silver off in a strangling hold.
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1897
"I wanna blow you... away"
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"It's been a long time Leah," Phantom remarked, bending down to lock the door of what Silver suspected was an office. It had one large window that overlooked the whole factory, other than that; there was only a door and a narrow staircase serving as an exit. "You ain't got no right ta call me dat Tragedy," she spat as she glared at him from against a wall. Her eyes were narrow aside from the gash on her neck, and the bruises forming on her cheek from the beating Lethal had given her.
"You're the prisoner, I'm the warden, I get to call you what I please," he remarked, walking towards her. "Don't you touch me you slimy-" her cut her off with a kiss, placing an arm on either side of her. She struggled violently, but he'd gotten bigger, and his weight kept her still. He slowly pulled back and smirked at her.
"Well, you certainly haven't changed, you've got the same fire you've always had,"
"Don't touch me," she forced once again through gritted teeth. Phantom merely chuckled and looked deeply into her eyes.
"Like I said before, I get to play warden," suddenly, his twisted plan popped into her head. It had nothing to do with the leadership or the territory. It was about Silver.
"You never cared about being leader did you? It was all about me," he grinned, backing away and shoving her to the floor, roughly.
"You're terribly bright, but not completely right, I did want da leadership, but I wanted you more. You, above all things, are the prize.
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1897
"The boys are back in town"
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Newsie upon newsie sat listening to Kid Blink go on and on about how Spot, Books, and Jersey had been gone all night. "- Silvah didn't even show up! How da hell ah we gonna keep ties from burrow ta burrow wit' two whole leadahs missin'?"
"What if they toin out like da Bronx? Oah Coney?" came a yell from the back of the room. Any answering was lost in a firestorm of 'what ifs' and 'they wouldn't do that' People were nervous and tense, and then the fights broke out. Boys of all sizes were scrambling and punching at air. When they did strike something, it was always just a glance. "I'm beginnin' ta t'ink you guys don't trust Dice's little bruddah," a loud voice came from the back of the room, by the door. Suddenly, the fights started to diminish and then stop completely. Two males strode out of the rain and to the front of the room. One had stringy black hair and cold blue eyes reminiscent of someone else. The other had curly brown hair in a shag. But there was something odd about him; he had one blue eye and one brown.
"Nice job kid, [2] way ta rile everybody up, now siddown," The speaking male shoved him into a chair.
"You bummahs! What da hell's goin on?" the more aggressive of the two made the question obviously rhetorical. He companion made a small gesture with his hands.
"You take all the fun outta me job Dice, really ya do," A murmur went through the crowd. Dice? He was the mute brother of Spot Conlon. He and Books had been the exact combination of brains and brawn to lead Brooklyn for a good six years. "Since my pal here, da bummah, suggests we - or I introduce us, I will. Me names Switch, and dis is Dice."
HA HA! You KNEW they'd be BACK! * laughs evilly *
[1] I mean with the aid of Books, of course.
[2] He was addressing him as 'kid' as in someone younger, not as in 'Kid Blink'
'Either way' Never Ever- All saints
'Find my baby' Find my baby- Moby
"The end?s we know it' It's the end of the world as we know it- R.E.M.
"Where you are" Where you are- Jess Simpson
"No one knows' Changes- Three Doors Down
"Tonight" 2 become 1- Spice girls *Giggles at the cheesiness once again*
"I wanna blow you?way"- Angry Jonny- I think its by 'Garbage'
"The boys are back in town" The boys are back in town- I'm saying its from 'a knights tale' (Heath ledger! *swoon*) because I really have no idea who its by.
Stay with me m'lambs! There'll be more if I can ever get my access #'s to work.