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August122012
10PM

owntheeyepatch:

Dear Me…: Race had returned to the lodge rather early. He sat on his bunch, a…

doubleornuthin:

Race had returned to the lodge rather early. He sat on his bunch, a fresh game of solitaire going. His eyes glanced between the symbols like clockwork, solitaire had become almost mechanical to him and worked really well for his wind down time from the day. He laid a card down, completely…

Blink came into the bunk room in time to see the kids scatter and Race go under the bed. He tiptoed over to where Race was and stood behind him waiting for his friend to come out from under the bed. “What’cha doin’ Race?!” he asked cheerfully, coming around and leaning on the post of Race’s bunk.

Race jumped, “HA-oh, heya Blink..” he said to his friend, “Little bums sent my cards all over da room.” he said, rubbing his head one more time, making sure he didn’t risk a concussion. He was glad to see Blink, it felt like he hadn’t seen his friend in forever.

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10PM

Race had returned to the lodge rather early. He sat on his bunch, a fresh game of solitaire going. His eyes glanced between the symbols like clockwork, solitaire had become almost mechanical to him and worked really well for his wind down time from the day. He laid a card down, completely oblivious to the younger newsies around him running up and down the aisle, screaming at each other, taking cheap shots.

At least until someone fell on his game, “Che diavolo?!” he came up off the bed yelling, sending the kids running. He sighed, his cards scattered to the winds around the bunk. He got down, picking then up, he saw one under the bunk and crawled in after it, his fingers brushing the edge of them. “C’mere ya stupid…” he grabbed it,  forgetting half of him was under the bunk and came up, slamming his head onto the underside of the thing, “JESUS!” he scooted out, rubbing the top of his head. 

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August92012

kite-evans:

Race nodded, “Yeah, dey like to do that, I don’t know why, but some of ‘em get saved like ya boss did,” he flicked ash off the tip of the cigar, “I might have seen her in a race once or twice! Even bet on her for all I know,” he laughed.

“Oh I wish we could rescue them all. That’s what I’m gonna try to save up for.” Kite grinned. “I want to own a huge farm that I can help all those horses!”

"That’s great!" Race said, "Sorta a sanctuary for older horses? I like it, someone needs ta do it, why not you?" he took another drag off the cigar, blowing a smoke ring at the air. "I just wanna open my own casino or somethin’, maybe a track on da side, I ‘unno, if I get rich enough," he laughed, he had big dreams, even if he didn’t have the big pocketbook for it half the time. 

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August82012

kite-evans:

doubleornuthin:

kite-evans:

doubleornuthin:

Race walked out of the building, counting the money he’d just won, a satisfied look on his face. It had been awhile since he’d gotten a haul like this, and it made him just even more eager to go see how much he could win again. He held back that feeling for a moment, heading down the street to a cigar shop he frequented, determined to buy the best cigar he could afford. 

He came out ten minutes later, a cuban gripped in his hand, smiling at it like a firstborn son. He smelled it before lighting the tip, he puffed until it lit, blowing out the smoke. He moved over to a stoop and just sat there, puffing away on the thing, enjoying the aroma and taste. Tonight was turning out rather well for him.

Kite was on her way home from the stables. It was a long day but she was happy to know she would help train one of the newer horses. It meant taking them out more made her excited to start riding them around town again. She turned to a corner and nearly ran into Racetrack. “Ooh! Sorry Race! I didn’t see you there!”

“Nah it’s fine,” Race said, grinning, “How ya doin’ Kite?” he asked, blowing the smoke out of the side of his mouth so as to not blow it in her face. “How’re the horses?”

“They’re good!” Kite smiled. “We have a new one. A beautiful brown one and her name’s Bella. She used to be a race horse believe it or not! Poor thing can’t run as fast anymore so she’s been sent to the stables to pull wagons. Thank goodness my boss bid for her because they were gonna give her up to a slaughterhouse! Can you believe that?!”

Race nodded, “Yeah, dey like to do that, I don’t know why, but some of ‘em get saved like ya boss did,” he flicked ash off the tip of the cigar, “I might have seen her in a race once or twice! Even bet on her for all I know,” he laughed.

10PM

kite-evans:

doubleornuthin:

Race walked out of the building, counting the money he’d just won, a satisfied look on his face. It had been awhile since he’d gotten a haul like this, and it made him just even more eager to go see how much he could win again. He held back that feeling for a moment, heading down the street to a cigar shop he frequented, determined to buy the best cigar he could afford. 

He came out ten minutes later, a cuban gripped in his hand, smiling at it like a firstborn son. He smelled it before lighting the tip, he puffed until it lit, blowing out the smoke. He moved over to a stoop and just sat there, puffing away on the thing, enjoying the aroma and taste. Tonight was turning out rather well for him.

Kite was on her way home from the stables. It was a long day but she was happy to know she would help train one of the newer horses. It meant taking them out more made her excited to start riding them around town again. She turned to a corner and nearly ran into Racetrack. “Ooh! Sorry Race! I didn’t see you there!”

"Nah it’s fine," Race said, grinning, "How ya doin’ Kite?" he asked, blowing the smoke out of the side of his mouth so as to not blow it in her face. "How’re the horses?"

9PM

Race walked out of the building, counting the money he’d just won, a satisfied look on his face. It had been awhile since he’d gotten a haul like this, and it made him just even more eager to go see how much he could win again. He held back that feeling for a moment, heading down the street to a cigar shop he frequented, determined to buy the best cigar he could afford. 

He came out ten minutes later, a cuban gripped in his hand, smiling at it like a firstborn son. He smelled it before lighting the tip, he puffed until it lit, blowing out the smoke. He moved over to a stoop and just sat there, puffing away on the thing, enjoying the aroma and taste. Tonight was turning out rather well for him.

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