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Post by sally on Jun 25, 2008 20:51:07 GMT -5
Sally snorted. "Well I, for one, know who my parents are. And I'm not a disgusting orphan." She sipped on her whiskey happily. "Definitely not a bastard like most of these sorry newsie types."
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Post by Daisy O'Connor on Aug 5, 2008 16:47:43 GMT -5
<New Day>
Daisy wiped down a few of the tables as she hummed softly to herself under her breath. She found that she hummed often, finding the Irish tunes that had been sung to her in her youth always seemed to find a way to escape. They were often fitting of her cheery disposition, even here tucked away in a pub in the heart of Brooklyn, she found reasons to smile. She kept up the tune as she moved to the next table, wiping it down with the cloth in her hand, taking some of the empty glasses over and setting them on the bar to be taken over to be washed. As with most days, Daisy was in good spirits.
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Post by Scar Bourke on Aug 6, 2008 9:18:03 GMT -5
Scar walked into McGinty's looking for a nice cold beer and possibly some whiskey. It had been a long day, he couldn't even remember the amount of newsies that had come to the docks looking for a job. He smirked thinking about how many were turned away, he didn't have anything against them but if they got hired he'd lose work and he had a lot against that. He grabbed a beer and took a seat at one of the tables, not even really noticing Daisy cleaning until she started on the table next to him. Oi, but she had a cute bum on her, he'd see if she was up for a good time after he got some beers in him.
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Post by Daisy O'Connor on Aug 6, 2008 16:38:58 GMT -5
Daisy was still humming to herself when she noticed Scar coming in and sitting down. She flashed him a welcoming smile, noting he already had a beer before returning to the task at hand. She had worked at the pub long enough to know when eyes were on her and she knew the man was watching but she didn't let it bother her. She switched tunes to something more haunting as she moved to another table, keeping herself busy as she moved around the handsome man, hoping not to disturb him as she went about her work.
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Post by Scar Bourke on Aug 8, 2008 9:18:42 GMT -5
"Oi, lass..." He gave her a slight tilt of his mouth, trying to not scare away the barmaid. He thought he may be able to flirt his way into her bed with a little effort. "Care to join me for a chat?" Scar was trying to come off as a nice guy, just looking to talk to someone for a little bit. Whenever he tried to come off as something he usually did. Of course it didn't always end well for the person he fooled.
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Post by Daisy O'Connor on Aug 8, 2008 16:53:30 GMT -5
Daisy paused in her humming to glance at the man as he spoke. He was a handsome lad to be sure, she cast her eyes in the direction of the bar and noted it was covered and the crowd was small. "Aye, a chat would be nice," She agreed, setting her rag on his table and taking the seat across from his and resting her hands on the table. Daisy liked talking to people, it was part of what made her good at what she did, but she wasn't naive enough to believe that talking was all that most men wanted. "And what would you care to chat about, laddie?"
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Post by Scar Bourke on Aug 9, 2008 20:31:00 GMT -5
"Aw this or that, I'm not to particular about one subject. Just a nice conversation, with a cold guinness. It does a worn man some good. Aye, that's to be sure." Scar gave his most winning smile to Daisy and sipped his beer. He wasn't being dishonest in wanting an interesting conversation. He just wanted more out of it than that, but he wasn't going to show all his cards until he knew how this was going to pan out. He was very good at decieving people in order to feel out a situation.
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Post by Daisy O'Connor on Aug 9, 2008 22:10:12 GMT -5
"Aye, nothing like a good drink to heal the worries of a soul," Daisy said with a smile, tilting her head slightly to study the man seated across the table from her. "What is it that you do that causes you to be worn laddie?" She asked after a moment, blue eyes attentive as she watched him.
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Post by Scar Bourke on Aug 9, 2008 22:21:38 GMT -5
"Work long days at the dock." Scar grinned, his job wasn't incredibly taxing. It was the nights he had to work that made him as worn as he was. They were long and weary and then he had a long and weary day at work the next day. He didn't speak of that though, that was his own private business. He worked at the dock to cover the fact that he made extra money elsewhere. "And how are the days here? I hope that they are not to long." He smiled widely, interested in what exactly her job entailed. Some bar maids made extra money on the side. He hoped she wasn't one of those. He liked to pursue and convince his women, not pay for them. He found they were more pliable later in the night that way and they weren't out the door as quickly the next. He loved making people react, and women tended to react when they'd been tricked into sleeping with him, thinking that he wanted more than sex. ((Since Daisy is going to be on vacation we won't be able to post in here again till Friday. So we haven't abandoned the thread, it's just on ice until she gets back.  I'm not sure if that's okay but if there's a problem would someone please PM me and let me know before starting a different storyline? Thanks so much!)) |
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Post by Daisy O'Connor on Aug 15, 2008 14:42:12 GMT -5
"Long days on the dock would be enough, even for a strapping lad such as yourself," Daisy said softly, ending her sentence with a smile as she played with the rag between her fingers. She studied him for a moment before leaning back in her chair and answering his question. "Depends on the day you ask me," She said, a twinkle coming into her blue eyes. "Some days are worst than others, but never boring, and the people make it interesting."
Daisy was a cheerful by nature sort, who always looked to find a good in a soul, no matter the ugliness that might surround them. It was her opinion, that even the darkest souls deserved a little joy in their lives, so she served with a smile and generally enjoyed every moment. It was something that made her a rarity in the city, particularly in Brooklyn, but she didn't mind that distinction...it simply was who she was.
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Post by Scar Bourke on Aug 19, 2008 10:39:07 GMT -5
Scar smiled vainly when she called him strapping, yes he thought incredibly highly of himself. His first thought may not always travel to how good he look but he loved being reminded of it by a pretty woman. "Aye, you're right, they are quite taxing on a man." He smiled softly at her and sipped his guiness.
He smiled when she came back with the answer that it depends on which day of the week you ask her as to how well it's going. "And how's today going, lass? To your liking?" He winked at her harmlessly and continued to smile. He was enjoying flirting with the girl but he didn't want to lay it on too thick and scare her away before he even got started.
((I'm sorry I was MIA I didn't have access to a computer this weekend and when I did I got disconnected before I could post. I'd like to keep going with the thread that Daisy and Scar started and then you could just jump in with them if you'd like.))
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Post by Daisy O'Connor on Aug 19, 2008 13:29:12 GMT -5
She liked his smile, it made his eyes lighter, softened his face a touch and caused one of her own to stretch across her pretty features. She laughed softly at his wink, amused by his flirting. At the pub she'd experienced it all, something that had plunged her rather quickly from naive optimism to amused indifference. She still walked through the world with a smile, but the rose colored glasses were off and the past year had toughened her skin.
"Today has had it's moments," She acknowledged with a coy smile, aware that she just might be flirting right back into his hands. She was careful with her heart, protective after everything that had happened, but a little lighthearted sparring and smiles with a handsome stranger would hardly hurt anything. "I'm Daisy." She added with a warm smile.
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Post by Scar Bourke on Aug 19, 2008 15:56:00 GMT -5
Scar grinned thoroughly pleased with himself when she told him that today had had it's moments. In his mind obviously he was the positive moments she was referring to. You could almost see his head expanding as his ego did. Holding his hand out he smiled, "Daise...lovely name lass, I'm...Scar."
Most people found his name odd and he hated explaining it but most didn't ask when you had a name like Scar. If they did ask though they usually changed their minds when they saw the look that would cross his face. He would have given her his real name but the only people that knew his real name were buried deep beneath the ground or in a six by six cell.
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Post by Daisy O'Connor on Aug 19, 2008 17:34:09 GMT -5
"It's nice to meet you...Scar," Daisy said softly, placing her hand in his and smiling up into his face. She could have asked, and perhaps she might have in a different time and place. But she knew better, people had their reasons for being called what they were and they were their own. If he wanted to share that story than he would. "My mother's favorite flower," She said by way of explanation for her name that so many said fit her disposition.
"My father would bring her some, sometimes...back in Ireland." Back before everything had changed. Now she was alone in the city and though it was nothing she couldn't manage, sometimes she longed for the days of her youth when she could run in the lush green hills of Ireland that she loved so dearly.
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Post by Scar Bourke on Aug 19, 2008 17:42:28 GMT -5
"Well, lass, the name suits you. You seem to resemble a daisy to me, pretty to look at and a bit on the fragile side. More so than most other flowers." He smiled and was thinking to himself that this was going exceptionally well. Especially now that her hand was in his. Even if he couldn't woo her into his bed tonight, it wouldn't be too long before it happened.
Scar took another swig of his drink and thought about lighting up a cigarette but decided against it. Most broads didn't like smokers and she seemed more inclined to be against it than for it. "So, Daisy, how long have ye worked here?"
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I'm not sure if that's okay but if there's a problem would someone please PM me and let me know before starting a different storyline? Thanks so much!))