Post by Racetrack on Jun 25, 2010 13:32:19 GMT -5
Name: Anthony 'Racetrack' Higgins
Nickname:Racetrack or Race
Age:15
Borough:Manhattan
Personality:Race is a gambler, his personally is easy going and sarcastic, he is always ready to make bets. Race is a determined kid and always has intention of winning. The thrill and the joy it brings makes Race always ready for a challenge. He is sweet when he has to be and is quick to lie. Racetrack is loud and out going, always into what he believes. Hes always smoking a cigar. He always makes people laugh with his wise remarks and comments.
Nickname:Racetrack or Race
Age:15
Borough:Manhattan
Personality:Race is a gambler, his personally is easy going and sarcastic, he is always ready to make bets. Race is a determined kid and always has intention of winning. The thrill and the joy it brings makes Race always ready for a challenge. He is sweet when he has to be and is quick to lie. Racetrack is loud and out going, always into what he believes. Hes always smoking a cigar. He always makes people laugh with his wise remarks and comments.
History:Race... ... He earned his nice name cause he is always gambling at Sheep's head Races
Likes:
-Money
-To gamble
-winning
Dislikes:
-Losing
-Bulls
-Being wrong
Siblings:None
Parents:
Canon Audition:
Racetrack walked around the pool table, another night at Tibby's had him fired up, not to mention the 4 shots of whiskey he drank. Race looked at the seven remaining balls on the table, he was suit was solids. With the eight ball the Q ball and two solid and three striped he thought this was to his advantage. He clamped down hard on his cigar as the boy circled the table. He had been playing some Newsie from Brooklyn. Race set up his shot as he hit the stick into the Q ball that then hit the solid 3 ball into the right middle pocket. With a cocky smile Race walked over to the boy putting his hand on the kids shoulder. "You's can pay up now, it'll save you the embarrassment." Race said confident, to be honest the boy didn't have a nickle in his pocket and the two were playing for a buck.
Race walked away then turned himself now facing the boy the boy. "I'd think real hard about that next move. Race said as he walked away towards the bar a little stagger in his walk as he hold the stick. "Susan, I's take another one of them whiskeys." The young woman walked up to him crossing her arms. "Racetrack Higgins, I haven't seen you pull out a penny this whole night, you's bettah be paying for them shots, not like last time." Race moved closer to the bar as he leaned over it a little. " Susan I's going to have the money right aftah dis game I's can't lose." The boy ensured as he watched her squint her eyes pouring him another cup. "Thanks toots." He said with a wink as he made his way back to the pool table and watched the boy miss his shot.
Race took the shot glass back as he cringed a little from the after burn. He walked to the side, the 10 ball was left then the 8 ball. Race looked at the Q ball as he planned to angle the shot so the Q would hit the 10 making it hit the wall come towards him and into the back left pocket. The room was hot as he bent down positioning his stick and then took the shot. He was a little buzzed at this point. "No!" Race watched the Q ball hit the 10 as it hit the 8 and the 8 ball went into the middle left pocket. Race's jaw dropped as he looked to the boy and smiled with worry. "I's...I's gottah go get that money." Race walked across the bar as he saw Jack. The boy sighed in relief as he strolled over casually. "Whadda need now Race?" Jacked asked raising his eyebrow. Race smiled and moved sat beside Jack leaning in. "Listen hea Jack, I's just lost to a Brooklyn kid in pool, I's owe him a buck, I's got a bet on a dog at the track tomorra sure guarantee he's gunnah take home the metal and we's going to be havin' drinks and dinnah on me." Race explained with a smiled as Jack sighed and gave him the buck.
Race walked over to the boy at the pool table as he handed him the note. "Next time, double or nothin' got it?" Race said confident as the boys laughed and scowled and walked away. Race then thought about the bar tender, she wasn't going to be too happy. Race made his way to the bar stool as he sat down. The lady gave him another shot of whiskey as he sipped it watching her walked away maybe she thought the game was still going on.
-Money
-To gamble
-winning
Dislikes:
-Losing
-Bulls
-Being wrong
Siblings:None
Parents:
Canon Audition:
Racetrack walked around the pool table, another night at Tibby's had him fired up, not to mention the 4 shots of whiskey he drank. Race looked at the seven remaining balls on the table, he was suit was solids. With the eight ball the Q ball and two solid and three striped he thought this was to his advantage. He clamped down hard on his cigar as the boy circled the table. He had been playing some Newsie from Brooklyn. Race set up his shot as he hit the stick into the Q ball that then hit the solid 3 ball into the right middle pocket. With a cocky smile Race walked over to the boy putting his hand on the kids shoulder. "You's can pay up now, it'll save you the embarrassment." Race said confident, to be honest the boy didn't have a nickle in his pocket and the two were playing for a buck.
Race walked away then turned himself now facing the boy the boy. "I'd think real hard about that next move. Race said as he walked away towards the bar a little stagger in his walk as he hold the stick. "Susan, I's take another one of them whiskeys." The young woman walked up to him crossing her arms. "Racetrack Higgins, I haven't seen you pull out a penny this whole night, you's bettah be paying for them shots, not like last time." Race moved closer to the bar as he leaned over it a little. " Susan I's going to have the money right aftah dis game I's can't lose." The boy ensured as he watched her squint her eyes pouring him another cup. "Thanks toots." He said with a wink as he made his way back to the pool table and watched the boy miss his shot.
Race took the shot glass back as he cringed a little from the after burn. He walked to the side, the 10 ball was left then the 8 ball. Race looked at the Q ball as he planned to angle the shot so the Q would hit the 10 making it hit the wall come towards him and into the back left pocket. The room was hot as he bent down positioning his stick and then took the shot. He was a little buzzed at this point. "No!" Race watched the Q ball hit the 10 as it hit the 8 and the 8 ball went into the middle left pocket. Race's jaw dropped as he looked to the boy and smiled with worry. "I's...I's gottah go get that money." Race walked across the bar as he saw Jack. The boy sighed in relief as he strolled over casually. "Whadda need now Race?" Jacked asked raising his eyebrow. Race smiled and moved sat beside Jack leaning in. "Listen hea Jack, I's just lost to a Brooklyn kid in pool, I's owe him a buck, I's got a bet on a dog at the track tomorra sure guarantee he's gunnah take home the metal and we's going to be havin' drinks and dinnah on me." Race explained with a smiled as Jack sighed and gave him the buck.
Race walked over to the boy at the pool table as he handed him the note. "Next time, double or nothin' got it?" Race said confident as the boys laughed and scowled and walked away. Race then thought about the bar tender, she wasn't going to be too happy. Race made his way to the bar stool as he sat down. The lady gave him another shot of whiskey as he sipped it watching her walked away maybe she thought the game was still going on.
