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Post by Prince on Jul 24, 2006 3:10:32 GMT -5
Welcome to the back booth! Got some shady business to attend to? Just like some privacy?
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Post by alleycat on Jul 28, 2006 14:08:47 GMT -5
Alley sat down in the back booth with Blaize well actually waited for him to sit down but still. She didn't want to be seen by anyone really. She wanted the privacy the back booth offered.
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Post by Blaize Ackman on Jul 28, 2006 14:50:47 GMT -5
He sat down and slid over, motioning for her to take the shadowed corner. He wasn't positive, but by choosing the back booth, he figured she wanted the privacy more then anything.
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Post by alleycat on Jul 28, 2006 14:55:13 GMT -5
Alley slid into the shadows. He was right it was the privacy she wanted. "I don't want anyone to know." That's all she was saying she knew how the others would react to this exspecially Dusty who she'd have to tell as soon as she saw her. She couldn't keep it form her not after she had helped her that night. She put her head on the table and broke down crying again. "why is this happening to me." she said through sobs.
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Post by Blaize Ackman on Jul 29, 2006 7:31:41 GMT -5
"Well." Blaize ordered the tea, and something light to eat, in case she was hungry. "Its not like the world has ended, Alley. Besides, this has happened to others, and they got through it fine. Why shouldn't you? Not to sound uncaring or whatnot, but you really need to stop feeling sorry for yourself." There he went with his British honesty.
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Post by alleycat on Jul 29, 2006 10:59:17 GMT -5
Alley looked at him stunned for the moment. Her tears stopped. He'd just been brutally honest with her and it shocked her a little more then the present situation. She knew he was right though, but she couldn't help it. She just felt like she'd done something wrong to deserve all of this and she didn't know why. She was quite frankly dead scared.
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Post by Blaize Ackman on Jul 29, 2006 11:09:08 GMT -5
"Let me tell you something, Alley. Something only my best friend and his family know." He met her eyes, "You aren't the only one who feels like you have brought all this upon you by doing something wrong. My mother and I moved around Britain so much i wondered if I kept doing something...and thats why we had to move. We came here not too long ago, and my mother passed away. Not my fault, but did i care? Not at all."
He made sure she was listening, before he continued. "My mother hated the Irish, or so i was led to believe.... turns out it was the exact opposite. I got a letter from my father just a few days ago. He died, in the fighting in Northern Ireland, and he was also Irish. My mother ran, because she couldn't handle what had happened. She loved my father, and he her, but i was part Irish, and if our govertment found out she was married to an Irish man, we would have been condmened worse then we were already."
Blaize sighed and took a sip of his tea as it came, pushing a cup toward her. "I know you have to ask yourself how that has anything to do with you, but my point is this; others have had bad things happen to them, and although they arent directed at your problem, they cant control it. My mom couldn't handle her problem, and she ran from it, feeling sorry for herself. You need to be stronger then that, Alley, and you need to face whatever happened to you and let it go." He looked over the rim of his cup at her. "Well?"
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Post by alleycat on Jul 31, 2006 19:36:08 GMT -5
For the first time after being told that she was pregnant she smiled. Blaize made alot of sense to her. "Your right. It's not just me and I can be stronger then running from it. I haven't run from my problems in the first place. I didn't do as most newsies and change my entire name in a nickname. I'm not ashamed of what happened or how it happened. I"m just well. I'm just down right scared." In all honesty she was scared to death of raising a child in the conditions that she had raise herself in. She was in her mind fit to be a parent yet. She hadn't had a childhood really but then again somehow something good so lesson would come out of all of this. She truely believed that through all the bad something somewhere down the road would come and make it all better. If she didn't believe that she'd be crazy by now. Sure she had issues with the opposite sex but she'd been trying hard to put that in the past though it was still hard.
She took a sip of the tea and as Blaize had said it made everything just a little better. "Thanks"
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Post by muder on Aug 15, 2006 14:16:35 GMT -5
<<new day>>
Murder looked about and sat in the back booth--it had easy access to the back door, and from the booth they could see the enterances and exits without being seen themselves.
Perfect. She looked about a bit, making sure she saw none of her father's goons, and only then did she seem to calm down.
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Post by coop on Aug 15, 2006 14:20:17 GMT -5
Coop lead Murder to the booth in the back of the resturaunt. As soon as he sat down he let out a sigh of relief and then grumbled in frustration. He had to stop this. He looked like a beaten puppy.
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Post by muder on Aug 15, 2006 14:21:46 GMT -5
Murder smirked and poked him in the nose with a finger gently. Stop the sulkin'...you'll be okay here She knew the look. Being constantly worried about your back and where the next attack would come from gets to you.
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Post by coop on Aug 15, 2006 14:25:13 GMT -5
He grinned and looked around the resturant, but not for him usual reasons. "Seems like a nice enough place."
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Post by muder on Aug 15, 2006 14:31:57 GMT -5
Murder nodded. It was a good, middle class eatery. She couldn't frequent fancy places any more, but that didn't matter. These places gave you more bang for your buck.
She was happy Coop was starting to lighten up. She really wanted to know what he was so worried about, but she wasn't going to pry. He would open up if he wanted to.
Handing him a menu, she regarded him gently.
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Post by coop on Aug 15, 2006 14:36:10 GMT -5
He opened his menu, deciding what to eat.
"You ever had Greek before?" he asked her.
He felt strangely comfortable around her. Maybe it was because she reminded him of someone he used to know.
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Post by muder on Aug 15, 2006 14:45:43 GMT -5
Murder nodded, and pointed out a few things that she always thought were particularily good.
She looked at him, and ventured a question that she knew could either get her shut out by him, or get her closer.
It all depending on if the connection and calm she was feeling between them was correct.
And she firmly believed that once something was shared, it became less of a burden to its holder.
Pulling out a pencil she wrote something on a card, pushing it towards him.
"So....who you kill?"
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