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Post by HSummers on Jul 15, 2010 10:57:55 GMT -5
Robert takes a sip of his water bottle and nonchalantly says "Well, sounds like I'd better be careful then, huh Walt?"
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Post by dakota on Jul 15, 2010 21:53:26 GMT -5
The man in the ring grinned and shook his head. "You're a cool dude if you think you can mess around with the mob and not get burned at some point."
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Post by HSummers on Jul 16, 2010 0:18:06 GMT -5
*I'm not the one's gonna get burned, Walt...* "Well, the man offered me some dough to fight. Sounds like my profession, right?" Robert takes one more sip of water and puts the cap back on.
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Post by dakota on Jul 16, 2010 5:09:39 GMT -5
" Uh huh." Walt seemed to answer knowingly. " and did he tell you what round the fight will end it yet? He will, trust me. His fights are about as real as TV wrestling."
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Post by HSummers on Jul 17, 2010 0:57:49 GMT -5
"Well, he ain't never had me in the ring." Robert smiles and holds up an ungloved fist.
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Post by dakota on Jul 17, 2010 23:03:40 GMT -5
" Uh huh. Word has it that's what Repo said too." walt motioned towards a plaque on the wall commemerating fallen grm members. Ricardo" The Repo Man" Guetierrez was the last name on the list. Cops fished him out of the Gulf handcuffed to the bumper of his car."
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Post by HSummers on Jul 18, 2010 1:44:50 GMT -5
Robert looks up at the plaque and his face falls a little bit. "Yeah... Well, we all learn from other's mistakes, right?"
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Post by dakota on Jul 18, 2010 6:33:12 GMT -5
Walt shook his head with a chuckle. " I hope you're as good as you think you are, bud." He climbed from the ring. " Think I'll hit the showers. Mebbe if you survive, we'll have that sparring goround."
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Post by HSummers on Jul 18, 2010 16:45:09 GMT -5
"See ya Walt." Robert heads back over to the heavy bag and starts his training routine back up.
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Post by dakota on Jul 18, 2010 21:03:18 GMT -5
Robert was well into his routine as time began to pass quickly. When he happened to glance at the clock, he had less than an hour to spare.
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Post by HSummers on Jul 18, 2010 22:52:59 GMT -5
Robert catches the bag as it swings back toward him and finally comes to a stop. He grabs his 3rd water bottle, cracks it open and takes a sip. He goes and hits the showers, getting clean before getting into his fighting garb. A pair of Red boxing shorts with Gold Trim. He puts on his robe over that and laces up his boots. When its time for the vehicle to arrive, he's outside with his duffel bag, that has his street clothes in it, slung over his shoulder.
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Post by dakota on Jul 20, 2010 9:00:15 GMT -5
A familiar limosene pulled up, and the door opened. Inside, he heard a female voice, " Do you always strut around dressed like a geek?" It was followed by slight laughter.
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Post by HSummers on Jul 20, 2010 11:58:50 GMT -5
"Sometimes its good to be prepared." He hops into the limo. "Besides, sometimes a strut is all you got." He offers a cocky smile.
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Post by dakota on Jul 22, 2010 11:25:01 GMT -5
" I wasn't complaining." the woman replied with a grin. as the car pulled away, she offered a hand," I'm Terri. you met my dad earlier, and his shadow. you sure you know what you've gotten yourself into?"
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Post by HSummers on Jul 22, 2010 11:35:05 GMT -5
Robert takes the hand and shakes it. "Robert. And yeah. I think I can handle it." Lowering his voice to make sure the driver doesn't hear him, he asks "What's the deal with your dad's shadow? That guy looked ready to put some serious hurt down."
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