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Post by Daisy O'Connor on May 19, 2007 11:56:09 GMT -5
Daisy nodded slowly, "My momma and..." She drifted for a minute and swallowed hard, pouring herself another bit of scotch before she continued. "And...my friend....Pie." It was really the first time she'd said allowed what had happened to Pie. She just couldn't bring herself to it.
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Post by maggie on May 19, 2007 12:02:39 GMT -5
Maggie shrugged. "Ach...right shite thing it was." She laughed, tugging on her curls. "But at least we're alive."
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Post by Daisy O'Connor on May 19, 2007 12:05:42 GMT -5
"Aye," Daisy said, smiling a little bit more brightly. Determined to think of more cheerful things she decided to change the subject. "What do you do Maggie?"
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Post by maggie on May 21, 2007 16:17:07 GMT -5
Maggie snorted and rolled her eyes. "Currently I work in the mills." She coughed lightly and shrugged. "It pays well, and I make do." She tugged on her curls. "What about you, just the pub job?"
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Post by Daisy O'Connor on May 22, 2007 9:28:24 GMT -5
"Aye," Daisy said with a firm nod. "Pick up extra hours where I can. Been learning some nursing from Miss Aria when I've had some free time."
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Post by minna on Jan 21, 2008 0:01:34 GMT -5
[New Day]
Minna escaped the bitterly cold night to bask in the musty warmth of the dimly lit pub. She'd ventured from Manhattan to Brooklyn to stop by the library. Minna was never one for keeping track of time and had managed to waste the whole day reading.
Chilled to the bone, Minna ordered a glass of whiskey. Though she didn't care much for the taste, the drink was sure to warm her up.
The atmosphere of the pub was rather hushed, if not the slightest bit gloomy. And, boy, did Minna stick out like a sore thumb. Donning a near garishly pink dress, she definitely did not quite fit in with her company.
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Post by rick on Jan 21, 2008 8:56:27 GMT -5
Rick leaned on the bar, looking the girl over. With a dress like that he figured she just had to be rich. He began to move closer to the girl.
"Hey miss", he said to her "Whats a pretty young thing like you doing in a place like this?"
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Post by minna on Jan 21, 2008 14:10:27 GMT -5
Minna glanced up at the young man, smiling graciously. Rarely distrustful of strangers, Minna adored the company of anyone. That and anyone who called her pretty was good in her book.
"Just stopped by for a drink. Z'very out tonight," Despite her penchant for stating the obvious, Minna meant well.
Noticing Rick was still standing, she admonished herself, "Oh, how very rude of me- would you care to sit down?" She motioned to the seat opposite her.
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Post by rick on Jan 21, 2008 17:14:59 GMT -5
"Uh, yeah sure, alright." He shrugged and sat down across form the girl and ran his fingers through his very dirty hair.
"You uh, come here often" He asked lighting a cigarette. "oh uh sorry ya don't mind do ya?" he asked.
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Post by minna on Jan 21, 2008 18:06:56 GMT -5
"Not at all," Minna, having worked in a pub not all to dissimilar to this one, was very used to the smell of smoke. Truth be told, there wasn't much in the way of clean air to be found in the city, anyway.
"And no, I don't come here very often... I'd just been at the Brooklyn library and thought a drink sounded nice. I keep to Manhattan for the most part," She took a small sip of her whiskey, "What about you? Are you from around here? Brooklyn, I mean..."
The young man didn't look well off and Minna knew what that was like. Sure, she was making money now but she'd had her fair share of hard times. It was damn difficult to make a decent living these days.
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Post by rick on Jan 22, 2008 9:53:34 GMT -5
Rick took a long drag on his cigarette. "Yeah, I'm from here" he blew a perfect smoke ring, it had taken his years to learn how to do that, to to be honest, he was quite proud of it. "so, you some kinda fancy pantsy newsie or what?," He said with a grin, "No really, I mean what do ya do?"
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Post by minna on Jan 28, 2008 0:50:21 GMT -5
Minna took another sip from her whiskey, watching the smoke ring. That was a talent Minna had always found impressive, for better or for worse.
"Hm? Oh, I work at Irving Hall- I design the, uh, costumes..." She smiled, gesturing to her current attire, "I've always had a flare for the dramatic..."
Minna tucked a wayward lock of hair behind her ear before resting her hands on the worn wood of the table.
"And you? What is that you do,-... what was your name again?" Minna hoped she wasn't prying. Then again, he'd asked her about her occupation, why shouldn't she ask him the same?
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Post by sally on Jun 21, 2008 17:17:45 GMT -5
Sally sat down at a table, swinging her legs slightly, happy. She was going to get some great alcohol, and her brothers couldn't do anything about it.
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Post by sally on Jun 22, 2008 13:15:58 GMT -5
Sally smiled running a hand through her hair. He wasn't really a newsie, right? She thought she could rationalize it a bit. He was a bit...strange, but he wasn't smelly or dirty or annoying. "Well less Newsie scum here. This is where all the tough kids hang out. The ones worth a damn." She pulled out a cigarette, not offering him one.
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Post by sally on Jun 23, 2008 18:09:25 GMT -5
Sally snorted. "Well I know that, but what am I supposed to do? Just different levels." She ordered an expensive whiskey. "My brothers agree that we can't whipe out all the scum."
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