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Post by Administrator on Jan 5, 2008 18:18:57 GMT -5
A shorter pier that is used for little row boats. No one spends much time here since it is shorter than it's northern counter part, and the waters are more shallow too.
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Post by twich on Jan 6, 2008 14:21:05 GMT -5
Twich dangled his feet off the end of the peer, letting the tiny fish nibble at his toes. He waved the fisherman far off in the distance. He ran his fingers through is dirty hair and closed his eyes. It wasn't till then then reality hit him, is was 20 degrease out side and the middle of January and there was no way he could make it on the streets if he caught phenomena so he pulled his feet back out of the water.
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Post by smokey on Jan 6, 2008 17:04:33 GMT -5
"Smart move," Smokey breathed, walking up behind him. She remembered him from not too long ago and when she noticed him with his feet in the water, she became a little curious. As many clothes as she had on, she was still cold and seeing him with his feet in the water sent a chill up her spine.
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Post by twich on Jan 6, 2008 17:54:07 GMT -5
He didn't look at her, but he did rub his bare arms and pull his legs up to his chest. "O-o-oh, uuuh y-y-yeah" he stuttered. He was embarrassed.
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Post by smokey on Jan 6, 2008 21:34:59 GMT -5
She furrowed her eyebrows as he rubbed his feet. Sticking her hands into her pockets, she cocked her head to the side a bit. "You don't wear any shoes?"
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Post by twich on Jan 7, 2008 6:50:05 GMT -5
Twich looked down at his bare feet. "No" he sighed. Honestly, he just didn't like shoes, they drove him crazy. He hadn't worn them for as long as he could remember.
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Post by smokey on Jan 8, 2008 19:15:30 GMT -5
Smokey sighed, blowing a piece of hair from her face. Her eyes wandered a bit before resting on the horizon. She took out a cigarette and lit it, blowing the smoke into the air.
"See ya 'round, kid."
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Post by twich on Jan 8, 2008 20:02:13 GMT -5
He scratched his dirty head, "Yep" he said as he lay back down on the dock to take a nice long nap.
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Post by connie on Jul 27, 2008 8:54:33 GMT -5
<< New Day >>
It was early in the morning and Connie couldn't sleep so she decided to take a walk through Queens, and she ended up at the Southern Pier. Good thing that i didn't end up in Brooklyn....thought Connie.
Connie walked over to the edge of the pier and let her feet dangle off the side, Connie took out a cigarette, lit it , and blew the smoke out into the air.
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Post by Scar Bourke on Aug 26, 2008 12:17:18 GMT -5
*NEW DAY*
Scar strode down towards the end of the pier, wanting a bit of peace and quiet. These days it seemed impossible to find. He needed to figure out a few things running through his mind and he needed to sort out what he was going to do over the next several weeks. He had a few things to do for Kelly that entailed some out of town work but when he got back he had some old debts to settle on. Scar smirked and stared up at the darkening sky, the sun wasn't completely down and the view was amazing here at this time of day.
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Post by alice on Aug 27, 2008 13:09:36 GMT -5
The peace of the southern pier was rather abruptly shattered when there was shouting coming from the nearby stores. Alice Roosevelt, the governor's daughter, stood there glaring at her stepmother, who looked just as angry. Harsh words were exchanged, and Alice stormed away, deciding she had enough. She knew Edith wouldn't follow her; instead she would go back to Manhattan to tattle to Theodore, who would deal with it. That meant Alice could have some time to herself.
She reached the pier and sighed heavily, unsuccessfully suppressing tears, trying to calm her boiling blood. Why did her stepmother have to be so irritating all the time? It would make life easier for both of them if they stayed out of each other's way, but Edith was constantly playing the maternal card. Alice knew that Edith would never replace her own mother, the woman that Theodore Roosevelt loved so much that now that she was gone he couldn't even say her name, Alice's own.
Only after Alice had made a bit of a scene did she notice someone else on the pier. She turned to look at him, and turned away quickly. "Beg your pardon..." she said tamely. She probably ruined whatever good mood he'd been in. "I didn't see you there. I'm sorry..."
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Post by Scar Bourke on Aug 27, 2008 13:22:58 GMT -5
Scar sighed when he heard shouting at nearby stores but kept his gaze forward towards the sunset. He refused to acknowledge the prescense of the girl who appeared on the pier by him. She was obviously crying but he wasn't one to comfort another if he knew them so not knowing her just made him ignore her even more. When she spoke to him he glanced her way and noticed immediately that she must be some hoity-toity girl, considering how she was dressed. After a moment of taking in her words, he shrugged. "You don't have to worry 'bout what I think lass. You could stand there and cry all day and I wouldn't pass judgement."
In his opinion most women cried on a daily basis over unimportant matters. They just had no control over their emotions. He'd found two exceptions in his lifetime and one was still quite an obsession with him and the other was one who seemed to be putting on more of an act than anything else. He studied her for a moment before lighting a cigarette. He held an extra one out to her, but said nothing.
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Post by alice on Aug 27, 2008 15:41:00 GMT -5
"You don't have to worry 'bout what I think lass. You could stand there and cry all day and I wouldn't pass judgement."
Alice clenched her jaw and dried her eyes ruefully with the back of a gloved hand. She hated crying in front of strangers, or anyone, for that matter. It made her seem weaker than she was. She was so furious at Edith this time around...her crying was an indication of fury, not weakness. In response to the man who'd acknowledged her, she gave a dry, humorless little laugh. "You and no one else," she said bitterly. Being who she was, everyone had their opinion about her, no matter who they were or if they knew her or not. "Anyway, thank you. Not everyone would be as...cordial."
The man held a cigarette to her after lighting his own. Alice studied it for a moment. She'd never smoked before, although it intrigued her, and Edith would think it absolutely horrendous. Thinking this a good enough reason as any, and also hating to be so rude as to decline, Alice took it, pulling off a glove and holding the cigarette with that hand (it would be too tell-tale if her white gloves came back yellowed). She was almost unsure what to do with it, and to cover this she said conversationally, "What brings you here?"
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Post by Scar Bourke on Aug 28, 2008 9:13:18 GMT -5
Scar inhaled deeply and sighed when she first started talking, he had been hoping that would be the end of the conversation but apparently the girl wanted to keep on talking. "Cordial? Lass, you must be from a fine family to speak like that." He laughed a bit before taking another drag of the cigarette in his hand. He stared out over the river, breathing rather deeply before turning to look her over. He'd never been one to fancy people who were rich, they always seemed to think far to highly of themselves. He noticed then that still had not lit the cigarette and another laugh fell from his mouth. "Never smoked before, lass?"
He moved towards her, pulling a match out of his pocket and striking it before holding it up before her. "Quick before the damn thing burns my fingers." He said it with a smile to show that he wasn't trying to be rude to her. He found women were usually incredibly pliable when they believed that you had no bad intentions towards them. "As to what brings me here....just a bit of time alone. Hard to find when you live in Brooklyn. It's much quiter here."
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Post by alice on Aug 28, 2008 11:40:33 GMT -5
"Cordial? Lass, you must be from a fine family to speak like that."
Alice laughed shortly, still almost humorless. "Me? The finest," she said almost mockingly. "When you've a governor for a father, there's not much finer you can go, is there?" Especially in her case. She knew her father had climbed in his political career to amazing new heights, and he showed no sign of slowing down now. It was whispered, almost confirmed, that Governor Roosevelt had his eye on the White House, and it was undisputed that a man like him would succeed. Alice wasn't exactly thrilled: what kind of presidential daughter would she make?
"Never smoked before, lass?"
"No," Alice admitted. "I haven't." She had enough sense to light it, but because she didn't smoke she wouldn't exactly keep a match on hand. Plus, where would she keep it? Her hat? Edith forbid her to carry a purse, even though that was the most practical things for her to do. Alice's stepmother said it was because she had no doubt that it would be left somewhere, but Alice had the feeling it was more so because she didn't want to know what Alice could potentially carry with her. For example, matches...
"Quick before the damn thing burns my fingers."
"Oh, you have a moment..." Alice knew that matches didn't burn as quick as that. She knew enough to put the tip to the flame and inhale, but as the cigarette caught she felt her lungs burn with smoke. She blew out the smoke inexpertly, quieting her harsh coughs as best she could. "Good God..." she swore, and once she felt composed she experimentally tried it again, only to have a similar result, though not as vehement. She turned to the man. "Is it always like this? If so I'm not sure how you enjoy it..." she said bitterly, and attempted once more. The taste of the smoke was pleasant, but terribly scalding on her throat.
"As to what brings me here....just a bit of time alone. Hard to find when you live in Brooklyn. It's much quiter here."
She felt guilty, suddenly, that he'd come here for quiet and she'd been anything but that as soon as she approached. "I suppose I'm not helping that much, am I?--Ugh!" She coughed again and sighed, and muttered to herself, "I'll get this eventually." Speaking to him again she said, "I'm a terrible pain, aren't I?" She knew the answer she expected, and if she got it...well, oh well. She had just as much right to be here as he did. He'd been friendly enough to offer her a cigarette. Why was it that suddenly everyone she talked to went mute...?
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