Keatsy's Reading aid...

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McGellen pushed Keats off of her and started gagging. That kiss
wasn't just
a kiss it was also a full taste of bad drink. She spat a couple times
and
coughed. She then glared at Keats. "I know Dollface. We can't let
anyone
know about this." He said. "You bastard!" McGellen quickly swung her
fist at
him punching him in the face followed by another to the stomach.
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Who: Keats and Kara/ Keatsy and Dollface Kazza
Where: Docking Hangers/ Old Dock district, Detroit
When: 2100's / 1940's
Keatsy stumbled back, Dollface was looking at him permiscously, and
had playfully pushed him down onto an old mattress.
'Hehe, sorry Dollface, but i really gotta go help Jack and Danters,
they need my help see..' He smiled at her.
<reality>
Keats fell back onto a medical supply chest, several band-aids,
medicinals and syringes fell about on the floor. Keats smiled at Kara.
'Look you bloody oaf, ive smegging had it with this, step out of the
medical box, get up, and lets go!' she pulled him effortlessly out of
the random needles and drugs, and hoisted him over her shoulder and
left the 'bug
<Keats, 1940s oldschool>
Keats lay there for a second, and stood up.
'Sorry Doll, but i gotta go save my mate, mayb you and i can... carry
on later?' He smiled again, and walked out of the building,
readjusted his suit, and strode off into the Docks, Kazza close in
tail.
He crept up to a warehouse... he heard voices... and what sounded
like a tornado.. He signalled to Dollface to get back and stay down.
As he turned he knocked off a small box from a pile. It clatterd and
broke open, spilling at least 10 kilos of Cuban Cigars onto the Docks.
'Dammit, Hes only been here a night, and already Bugsies smuggling in
his goods...' He put a few into his pocket and crept around again,
hearing Dollface gasp as he did.
'Dont worry Doll, im only taking a few... The checks will pick up the
rest' He continued to creep around the warehouse...
<reality>
Kara gave up, if he really wanted them, fine... if he kept them there
long tho, hed be able to read by his own niples...
<keatsy world>
He heard voices, he pulled his tommy gun close to him, and peered
around. Nothing... he crept around the corner more, and stuck his
head up. The wall of the warehouse broke down, from here emrged two
figures, and he could jsut baout make out one on the other side of
the wall... It was Jack...he was crumpled in a heap in one corner...
the other two figures he wasnt to sure about.. one seemed very sure
of himself, and was ordering what was probably a flabby goon around.
Probably Bugsies doing... He pointed at Jack, now was Keats only time
to act, he rushed out, tommy gun in hand and challenged them.
<Reality>
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"Well Phil...not that I'm one to complain..." said Dean backing
off...."But how do we get out of here...the bulkhead has sealed ...oh"
Dean shut up because it being past midnight, he had just punched a
hole in the wall..
"After you dean...oh and help up jack will you"
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Dean went to give a friendly hand to Jack. Suddenly, and quite
unexpetedly, Keats appeared, folowed, quite far away by Kara, who was
trying to look like she was in a different dimension to Keats...
'Stick 'em high goombas!' He glanced down at Jack, obviously in
pain...
'Wooh Keats, no worries' Dean started 'Jack just had a little
accident, no harm'
Keats fired The Gun (TM) in the air, for once, it didnt complain at
Keats, perhaps it hoped he would aim it at Dean next time...
<Keats ID>
'Stick em high Goombas!' Keatsy survayed the scene. Jack was down,
and the two roughs lookled like they could fight an army.
The Flabby good cracked its knuckles and swanderd towards Keats, With
broken Speach of someone who REALLY had to think before he spoke, he
said..
'Deres no need to worry, your friend had a little accident...'
Keats gritted his teeth and fired his Tommy gun wildly in the air..
'You touch him again and youl find yourselfs in the nearest
backstreet Deli...'
Keats lit up one of the Cuban Cigars he half-inched and lit it....
His world then fell into darkness..
<reality>
Keats pulled out a small rod of Uranium 245 that had until a minute
ago been in a lead case, Keats however had knocked this off, and due
to poor Welsh safety warnings, the case broke. He lit a match and
held it under the rod before putting it in his mouth.
Kara groaned, she had been sneaking up behind Keats ever since he'd
jumped out, She had in her hand a lump of wood, and proceeded to
knock Keats well unconcious...
'AND THATS FOR PINCHING MY ASS!'
She smiled at the shocked trio infront of her.
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