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Post by Administrator on Jul 22, 2007 19:25:14 GMT -5
Take a seat.
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Post by bumpy on Jun 7, 2009 2:33:47 GMT -5
Bumpy hated training the new guys. This wasn't the kind of job someone could take on a whim. You had to be committed and half the guys he trained acted as if they didn't know nothing from nothing. What he needed now was something nice and cool to take his mind off of things.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jun 7, 2009 22:30:39 GMT -5
Fighter walked into the pub, looking to get out of the sun for a bit. She'd taken to walking through the different burroughs almost daily and rarely stayed in Brooklyn longer than 24 hours. Most of the time she didn't come out to Manhattan unless she was going to a boxing match, but today she'd been lost in her thoughts and had wondered further than she'd realized. When she'd looked around her and realized she was in Hell's Kitchen she'd decided to get a drink and then stop by Irving Hall.
Glancing around the pub, Fighter saw that there weren't many open seats. In fact the only open table was next to some guy who Fighter knew she knew from somewhere but couldn't place him and hoped he just didn't recognize her. She was in the mood for peace and quiet. Fight ordered a glass of whiskey and sat at the table to the right of Bumpy.
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Post by bumpy on Jun 7, 2009 23:29:55 GMT -5
Bumpy looked up at Fighter, not paying any attention to her presence otherwise until she sat down. He recognized who she was. He knew her face, but her name escaped him which was just as well. She didn't look like she wanted to be bothered anyway and that suited him fine because neither did he. He came here to relax after a long day, not socialize.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jun 8, 2009 0:04:08 GMT -5
Fighter's only acknowledgment of the barmaid when she brought over her whiskey was to drop some money on the table in front of her. Otherwise she was too lost in her own thoughts of the goings on of New York to bother with any normal pleasantries. The fact of the matter was that she didn't like being so lost with what was going on in her city. She hated being in the dark, especially when it came to something like this. Fighter lifted her drink to her lips and took a large gulp before putting it back on the table and lighting a cigarette.
Taking a drag of her cigarette, Fight leaned back in her chair getting comfortable, she planned on spending a bit of time in here this afternoon. Not a moment later a fight started to break out at the next table and Fighter lifted her drink just in time to avoid it being spilled everywhere when one of the men punched the other one and he lost his balance and fell onto the table she was at. Fighter looked on with mild interest as she sipped her drink.
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Post by bumpy on Jun 8, 2009 8:41:40 GMT -5
Bumpy rolled his eyes and sighed irritably when the two men began fighting. It just so happened he knew both of them, which wasn't unusual. The pub was a regular hangout for his crowd. So much for relaxation. Finishing the rest of his drink, Bumpy slammed the glass on the table and got to his feet, pulling the two apart. The look on the men's faces were, to say the least, flaming. That is until the saw who it was. Bumpy grinned, though he was happy about nothing.
"Fellas, fellas. You forget yourselves."
"This guy cheated me," one guy said.
Bumpy shook his head and looked over at the broken table that Fighter had been sitting at. She wasn't phased as she sat sipping her drink. "Your manners," he said, "you wanna apologize to the lady?"
Both men looked back and one grunted. "Come on, Bumpy. What does she matter? Don't tell me you've lost your sense of humor."
Bumpy grew tired of this whole song and dance. Both men were drunk and trying to talk any sense into them was like trying to teach a child the secrets of the universe. They were both older than Bumpy, but still seemed apprehensive toward him. He wiped his hand, tiredly, over his face, his last attempt at trying to calm himself down.
"No," he breathed, "I haven't lost my sense of humor." Without warning, Bumpy pulled back and gave the man a punch that sent him back into another table. Bumpy smirked, allowing a chuckle to escape from his throat. "See? I find that funny." He looked to the other participant in the fight who actually helped the man he was just fighting with to his feet before the two retreated.
"Sorry 'bout the tables, Mack," he half apologized as he dropped a small stack of bills on the counter, before going back to his table and falling into his seat.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jun 8, 2009 14:03:41 GMT -5
Fighter finished her drink as the man who had been sitting on the other side of her stood to break up the fight. When he told them to apologize to her she was slightly taken aback since usually the only people who would notice her enough to say something like that was a Brooklyn boy. She hid her surprise at the comment well and was about to stand to punch the guy who said she doesn't matter when Bumpy took care of it for her.
She laughed as he fell back into another table from the punch before running out of the place. Well that had made her a day a bit more interesting and from Bumpy's reaction she figured he wasn't someone she needed to worry herself about. With that thought in mind she turned to gaze at him a moment before speaking, "Nice hit, I know I know you from somewhere...you box?" She figured by the way he fought she might have seen him boxing a time or two in Manhattan.
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Post by bumpy on Jun 8, 2009 17:14:48 GMT -5
Bumpy put the cup to his lips just to realize there was nothing left inside. He grunted and slid the cup aside. I t was probably time for him to quit anyway. He shook his head at her while he rapped his fingers on the table.
"Nah, I hang around there sometimes, though." He looked at her, giving her a somewhat condescending smirk. "What about you? You box?"
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jun 8, 2009 17:33:36 GMT -5
Taking a drag of the cigarette in her hand, Fighter looked up at him from beneath her lashes a stony look in her eyes and a smirk on her face. "Now what would make you think that." Fighter gazed at him and nodded to the waitress when she brought her a second drink.
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Post by bumpy on Jun 8, 2009 23:35:32 GMT -5
Bumpy shrugged while he tapped his empty cup on the wooden table, shaking his head at the waitress' offer of more beer. "I don't know. You think you've seen me at the fights? Or maybe some people just look familiar."
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jun 8, 2009 23:42:08 GMT -5
Fighter raised an eyebrow at him, "Did I insult you or something by asking if you fought? Yeah some people do just look familiar..I just looked at the way you fight and figured I knew you from the ring. I spend most of my time there. My uncle was a prize fighter in his prime." He taught her to fight, not like she could follow in his footsteps though. Girl boxers... what a joke. Fighter stared at him, she didn't like being mocked because of her gender.
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Post by bumpy on Jun 9, 2009 0:00:26 GMT -5
Bumpy stared back at her for a moment, surpassing her glare. He hadn't meant any offense by what he said. He didn't even know how she could have taken it that way. Girls these days. It's like they had more balls than brains and that could get them into trouble. He didn't care how tough they thought they were. He wasn't going to apologize for her misunderstanding him. "The question is did I insult you? You seem to have tensed up a bit." After a beat he added, "Fighter," as he remembered where he knew her or at least seen her, though it probably wasn't the same place she knew him. He said her name as if it were any other word, not the girl's actual name. Where he came from, a person had to earn respect and she was already digging herself into a hearty debt.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jun 9, 2009 0:06:50 GMT -5
Fighter raised an eyebrow when he said her name, she still hadn't placed him and was a bit put out by the fact that he remembered her name. "Most men wouldn't suggest that, seeing as how a woman who entered a boxing ring would be laughed back out of it within a moment." Fighter shrugged and sipped her drink. "I didn't take it as an insult, I was only asking what would make you say that. Depending on your response I would have taken it as an insult."
Giving him a smirk, Fighter took a drag of her cigarette. "I try not to make enemies of people I don't know. Unless they make themselves out to be idiots. Which you haven't..." The way she trailed off let it be known that she hadn't said it but meant it as a yet comment.
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Post by sarahjacobs on Sept 12, 2009 12:03:41 GMT -5
*New Day*
The pub wasn't a place Sarah often frequented. This is one of the reasons she decided to go there now. She didn't want to be seen and more importantly she didn't want to be bothered. Her other reason for being in such a place was to think. The pub during the day wasn't very lively and except for the occasional someone asking her obscene questions, it was a pretty okay place.
For a long time Sarah was taught to present herself as a lady, one who should she seen not heard, but the current situation had her rethinking everything. She'd heard about the kidnappings and didn't think too much of them. Kids went missing every day. Les was safe and no one she knew had been taken, so it didn't really affect her, but when she heard about the plans to take down the warehouse where the missing were, she was instantly against it. It wasn't like the strike. These were adults. Dangerous adults. She didn't want David getting hurt and only because they were important to him, she didn't want any of the newsies to get hurt. She sighed. This was something that definitely wasn't going to end well.
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