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Post by decker on Sept 7, 2009 21:10:48 GMT -5
Decker stopped walking. She hadn't even turned around. Impressive. She was lucky it was so impressive, because otherwise that snark would have gotten her in trouble. Decker glared at the back of her head. He was tired of her pretending like she knew everything about everyone. She assumed so much, he was surprised she didn't get her ass handed to her on a daily basis. And it sucked even more because she was right. He was part of Brooklyn's army, but the meeting in Manhattan had made him curious. He would hang in the back to see what the other leaders had to say. Bound to be good for a laugh, if nothing else.
"Manhattan," he answered shortly. Then he added, "Don't gotta ask what you're doin', huh, Snoop?" Like Birdie almost always knew what someone was doing, Decker liked to pretend he knew what Birdie was doing all the time. And if he always guessed the same thing--eavesdropping--he'd be right about eight out of ten times.
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Post by Birdie Schaffer on Sept 7, 2009 21:14:52 GMT -5
She folded her arms and turned, leaning on one leg to look at him. She didn't always have scars to prove that she did pay a price for her knowledge. Spot knew and respected her for her dedication in being one of the people that has to know. Because knowledge is power and it's safer to know more than the next person. She tilted her chin and smirked a bit.
"I'm not doing anything," no she was giving her respects in a place her father liked. This wasn't something that was for the boroughs, her being here was for herself and a bit of her wanted to give Decker a good punch for thinking she was up to something. "If you know what I'm doing here, tell me.." her brow lifted before she turned back to the water frowning a bit.
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Post by decker on Sept 7, 2009 21:23:06 GMT -5
Decker shrugged casually, but was inwardly surprised by her sudden defensiveness. She looked almost upset as she turned back to the water. Usually, a girl like Birdie would follow snark with sass, and Decker would counter until both of them were grinning and he would ask her for a cigarette. "Touchy," he said, not completely without sympathy. "Somethin' eatin' ya, Snoop? Miss a tip somewhere, or what? You...gettin' somethin' kept from ya, or what?"
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Post by Birdie Schaffer on Sept 7, 2009 21:27:02 GMT -5
She looked over at him, and after a moment she spoke to the water. "My father died, ten years ago today.." she remembered everything, dates, locations, smells, sounds. She had a hard time not remembering things. That's how she'd learned to read, remembering the letters and the complicated sounds they made when they were combined. She shrugged.
"You don't mourn in Brooklyn, my father liked this spot so I'm here.." she finally turned back to him and shrugged patting his shoulder a little bit. "There now you know something no one else knows.." No one but Spot, and only because he'd known her forever. She didn't talk about home, things that she recalled, like how her mother's cooking smelled or the sound of her father's laugh. Or even her homeland, though she only remembered sounds.
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Post by decker on Sept 7, 2009 21:36:22 GMT -5
Well now what the hell did he say to that? He'd just been messing with her, trying to get a rise out of her. That wasn't the answer he'd been expecting, or anything like that. He couldn't even sympathize with her about her father, even though he'd recently found out he had died. He had hated his father. He stood in silence for a while, trying not to look as steupefied as he felt.
After a while he managed, "Huh..." and then added "Sorry." What the hell could he say? No one had ever told him something like that. He'd never even known Birdie to be so soft about something. For almost as long as he'd known her, she'd just been the Snoop. Not a bad kid, but too curious. Now...she was different. No one in Brooklyn exposed themselves like that. And Decker, frankly, had no idea how to respond.
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Post by Birdie Schaffer on Sept 7, 2009 21:45:10 GMT -5
She smirked a little, it was probably part of how she was trying to deal with him. No one in Brooklyn ever showed their hand. And Birdie was the lost one to do so, but she was at a stage where she had to leave Brooklyn to mourn her own father. Someone who she'd loved, who'd nicknamed her Birdie because she could echo whatever she heard to the word.
Saying nothing for a time she folded her arms once more, she snorted a bit. "I actually like you, your entertaining, but I don't like showing my hand even to allies. It's hard to trust anyone. I only really trust Spot.."
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Post by decker on Sept 7, 2009 22:05:17 GMT -5
Then why the hell are you telling me all this? Decker was becoming flustered. She was telling her all these things about her father and her and who she...wait, she liked him? No one had ever said they liked him. In Brooklyn liking someone meant not pushing them off the edge of the dock. The only thing he could think of to do was meander toward the water and stand at the edge of the water, and say, "Hmm." Boy, he was a regular chatterbox. He didn't know what the hell to say to her, and it was annoying the shit out of him.
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Post by Birdie Schaffer on Sept 7, 2009 22:10:48 GMT -5
So she fell quiet and crouched down at the edge of the water, throwing some small flowers into the water and saying nothing at all, wrapping her arms around her knees. She told him for a variety of reasons. One because she felt like she needed to give him something so he wouldn't toss her into the river, and another because she felt like he needed to know. She didn't say anything as she watched the water, sadly she wasn't the talking type most of the time. That's how she learned things, falling into silence and just being someone there.
She learned a lot about people just by being in the right place at the right time, the blond had that ability to just fade into the background and only be noticed when she wanted to be. She looked up at him and tilted her head, "You're normally talking up a storm by now.."
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Post by decker on Sept 7, 2009 22:21:14 GMT -5
She had to mention it. Not only was she now aware that he wasn't talking much, but now he still had no idea what to say to that. Yeah, I know? He considered just rambling to try and make light of it, craking a joke...but damn it, what did he say?!
"Huh," he chuckled. He took a breath to say something else, but drew a blank. Dammit! He hated this. Why was he sticking around. "Like to stay, Snoop, but I need to get to that meeting. Who knows, maybe I'll find out somethin' you don't know." He tugged at a loose button on his vest. "If not at least I'll get a laugh out of it."
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Post by Birdie Schaffer on Sept 7, 2009 22:30:50 GMT -5
She snorted and lifted her head though she was looking at the water and she cast him a sideways glance. "I can tell you what that meeting's about, but what fun is that?" there was a little mischief in her eye before she focused back on the water again, still managing to just crouch there at the waters edge.
She was teasing him again, just like she always had. Trying to put things to rights a bit because she'd dumped all over him something personal. A part of her wanted him to go away but another part kind of didn't mind him there.
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Post by decker on Sept 7, 2009 22:43:06 GMT -5
Decker stopped. Of course she knew what it was about. He would never get used to the fact that if he knew something, odds were Birdie had known it at least hours before him. If he was going to find something out, Birdie had already been there and back. It was hard to swallow, and unsettling. When would Birdie know something about him before he knew it himself?
He threw his hands up at her. "God damn it! If you can tell me everything right here, like hell I'm hauling my ass all the way to Manhattan." He took a few steps closer to her. "You gonna tell me or what?"
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Post by Birdie Schaffer on Sept 7, 2009 22:47:38 GMT -5
She tipped her head to look up at him, she had that cat like smile on her face. Like she was still teasing him with information. Maybe there would come a time when Birdie knew something about him he didn't know about himself. She would never know a lot of things though, because people were people.
"Well.. I don't know.." she grinned as she turned towards to the water and just grinned all the more in a veiled attempt to lighten the mood.
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Post by decker on Sept 7, 2009 22:55:14 GMT -5
He rolled his eyes at her. "Do you always play like that? Cause if you do I'm surprised someone hasn't broken your legs yet..." He gave her a slight shove that wouldn't push her into the river (what good would it be to do that?) but got his point across. "Spill it, Snoop. It'll save me havin' to deal with those Manhattan finks..." The only kids he knew in Manhattan were Jack (who was too conceited to talk to him), Racetrack (who was a compulsive gambler and had never gotten laid) and Specs (who was too obsessed with getting laid, even in Decker's book).
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Post by Birdie Schaffer on Sept 7, 2009 23:05:56 GMT -5
She chuckled and took her hat off her head to run the back of her hand across her forehead, it was about the only time you could see those blond locks of hers. She was a Dane and proud of that fact even if she was more proud to be from New York. "I do, and what makes you think I haven't had my legs broke before? There are meaner folks in New York than you Decker... I've seen the broad side of a pistol before.. and the deadly end.."
Lifting her head for a moment she smirked. "Well, Sweets is back... lil blond thing from Manhattan, apparently she knows where the kids are bein' held. The Meetin' is just to mobilize everyone.. not like Spot's not already planning.."
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Post by decker on Sept 8, 2009 21:52:03 GMT -5
Decker listened, and shrugged. He wasn't surprised that the other leaders were planning the same thing Spot was...rather, that Spot was planning the same thing they were. If there was something to be done, Spot would rather coordinate it on his own. That way, Decker guessed, he could make sure it was done to his liking, instead of letting someone else take the reins. Decker didn't have a problem with this. After Kelly'd gone scabber during the strike, Decker was pretty sure the kid couldn't be trusted again. Wave some money in front of his face, and he was gone.
"So nothin' we gotta know if we're goin' in with Spot, right?" Decker didn't really want to go to the meeting at this point. Suddenly it just didn't seem all that important.
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