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Post by Scar Bourke on Mar 6, 2010 14:31:03 GMT -5
Scar strode around the corner of the street, flicking his cigarette butt off to the side and practically growling at anyone who came within a foot of him. He'd gotten plenty of dirty looks this morning and even more scared ones from people who he practically mowed down on his way to Kelly's. He needed something to take him out of town for a few days so he could cool off and he knew Kelly had a few things that needed to be done in the Philadelphia area.
He paused when he noticed a familiar frame and the scowl on his face grew larger. When he saw O'Donnell yesterday he knew it was a matter of time before she showed up looking for him. He wasn't in the mood for her excuses but he wasn't going to avoid her, he wasn't a coward. Striding up behind her he stopped a good foot away, "Come back to apologize for leaving your dear ol' brother for dead?"
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Post by sorcha on Mar 6, 2010 14:41:34 GMT -5
"I didn't bloody leave you for dead, ya mad git.." well there wasn't much to be said for tact, and Sorcha wasn't the kind to waist it when it wouldn't be appreciated. The petite woman turned, knowing that voice better than he would have liked her to most of the time.
She'd grown since the last time he'd seen her, no longer the gangly teenage girl and very much the woman as she folded her arms and narrowed her own eyes. Yes, she was still his baby sister in all the ways that counted. And aside from that tingling feeling to hug him and beat him at the same time, things had changed a bit. Locking her jaw she moved closer, and lifted her chin. "What's your excuse?"
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Post by Scar Bourke on Mar 6, 2010 14:53:05 GMT -5
"Ye could have fooled me. 'Course guess I shouldn't have expected ta be able to trust anyone even you." Scar crossed his arms across his chest, his face hardening into a cold mask of fury. He'd changed quite a bit as well, mostly in the way that he didn't trust anyone in the slightest. He didn't even trust the one person in his life that he'd felt the need to protect from the horrors in the world.
He smirked at her question but it held no mirth or sarcasm, it contorted his face to look even angrier than it already did. "My excuse? Thought taking a fall like I did would have been excuse enough. Should I have come looking for someone who didn't bother coming to look for me? Is that it?" He had the sudden urge to grab Sorcha and shake her until his anger depleted.
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Post by sorcha on Mar 6, 2010 15:02:27 GMT -5
She narrowed her own eyes, her hand shifting as she drew a blade from her sleeve, Oh big brother I'm not afraid of you. It was clear in her face that she wasn't going to let him lay all the blame on her. "I looked for a week, Aidan.. I even threw a man into the river to search for you but I couldn't find ya.. Tully finally said it was time ta move on and let yer spirit rest but I knew you couldn't be dead. Your to bloody mean, the Devil wouldn't let your sorry ass in hell if God bribed him.." she tapped the flat of the blade on her arm and met his eyes evenly.
"I didn't leave ya.. and I didn't want too. You know I'm not in the habit of lying..." at least not to him. She'd made a deal when she was small, never lie to Aidan and he would give her some sense of security.
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Post by Scar Bourke on Mar 6, 2010 15:38:59 GMT -5
He snorted at her words, "Bloody likely isn't it?" His face hadn't changed and it was clear he didn't believe her. "How many years have ye been workin' on that story?" He wasn't afraid of her knives, if she thought she could do enough damage to keep him from coming after her she'd forgotten just what he was capable of.
"I'd say I don't really know ye that well anymore," He scowled deeply at her.
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Post by sorcha on Mar 6, 2010 16:06:04 GMT -5
She handed him her knife and turned around, giving him her back with a scowl over her shoulder. Sure, there was hurt in her eyes but she didn't have time to fight with him. Not over something like this, "Yeah.. sure Aidan.. think what ya want I can't change your mind and I'm not going to try.. you think what you want but I said my piece." She lifted her chin. "We got a job here, once we make our mark we'll be goin again and you won't have ta worry about me no more.."
Not like he had, he didn't and she could see in his face. So her brother was really dead then, just some shell of a fool to her now. "You can take care of yourself, your a big boy, don't need me no more.."
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Post by Scar Bourke on Mar 6, 2010 17:48:39 GMT -5
"Ah, goin' again aye? What do ye want me ta think? That ye're bein' honest with me when you're ready to turn tail and run away -again-." Scar shrugged and slipped the knife in his pocket. It wasn't his job to prove he cared about her or worried about her, he wasn't the one that left New York and him. He wasn't the one that left her for dead, she'd done that to him, intentionally or not she had.
"Aye you got that right, sis, I don't need anyone." With one last scowl he began striding towards another street intent on completing the task he'd set out for himself. If they were going to be leaving anyway he'd just as soon not be in the city when they were. They were all traitors, the lot of them, and if he saw any of the others they wouldn't get off as easily as she had.
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Post by sorcha on Mar 6, 2010 18:03:21 GMT -5
Well sadly his sister wasn't the type to let anyone get the last word, she turned to grab whatever was nearest to her which just happened to be an apple on a cart and threw it right at his retreating head. "Bloody like hell you don't!" she snapped and picked up another one and threw it in the same direction. "Big bad Aidan Burke, do damn stupid to listen because he can't really imagine that people make mistakes.." And another apple right for his head. Things normally ended this way when she was in a tiff, she hadn't changed much. Just gotten older.
"You can be in a tiz but it's not like I didn't look," and another apple, again for his head. She had a good right arm, if girls could have played in the majors she would have been a phenom.
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Post by Scar Bourke on Mar 6, 2010 18:10:44 GMT -5
The first one hit home and he turned, growling low and ducked the next one. Plucking the third apple from the air he threw it back just as hard, he had no qualms about having this out in the middle of the street because it was how they'd always been when they got really angry at each other and his anger had been boiling for years. "Mistake?! You -left- me!"
He ducked the next one and got in the shoulder before striding towards her and grabbing her upper arms in his before lifting her in the air. "A tiz? What did you expect? A hug? You obviously didn't look that well if some tart found me when you didn't! It's not like I went far, I could only make it to shore before I passed out. What'd ye think? That I'd disappeared into thin air." He shook her a bit with a disgusted look on his face. "A mistake isn't leaving your brother for dead, a mistake is forgetting his birthday you fool."
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Post by sorcha on Mar 6, 2010 18:15:02 GMT -5
She punched him in the arm when he started shaking her and she yelled back, "YOU ASSHOLE I NEVER FORGOT YOUR BLOODY BIRTHDAY!" and she kicked him in the shin so he'd drop her. They'd always been the physical type, even when they'd been small having it out with their fists and shouting was about the only way to clear the air. Neither one of them were the kind to be soft, though she had her moments with some people she hated that part of her herself as much as anyone.
"I came back every year alone for your fucking birthday doncha be givin me that kinda bloody snark. Give me some fuckin credit, I had to mourn ya you bloody arrogant git and that was not somethin' I'd like ta ever experience again!" she hit him again, big arrogant and violent but Sorcha could give as good as she got. "Some bloody tart found ya then?" she frowned and thought of the things she'd like to do to the woman if she wasn't dead already. "Doncha be blamin me fer that! Kick her ass then!"
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Post by Scar Bourke on Mar 6, 2010 18:21:20 GMT -5
He cursed loudly but gave her one last shake before dropping her roughly, "Oi ye bitch always going for the shin." He shook his head and stepped back away from her to avoid anymore kicks but when she hit him he stepped forward again and lifted her up once more. "Ye want me to take ye over my knee in the middle of the street then?!" He would do it to because he knew it would hurt her pride more than anything else.
"The tart has it coming but that isn't the bloody point you thickheaded woman! The bloody point is that you just left. Before I could come looking for ye. Ye never left anyway for me to find ye! What in the bloody hell did ye think I was gonna think?! That you went for a bloody walk around the park?" He'd scoured the city for them, that's when he'd starting working with Kelly. Hoping he'd find some trace of the people he'd considered his family and the one person that actually was.
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Post by sorcha on Mar 6, 2010 18:25:26 GMT -5
She put her hands on his shoulders, both so she could keep upright without hurting and also so she could strangle him if she had too. She knew he was right and she frowned, her face softening and so did her voice. "I tried... 'm sorry.." but it hadn't been her call, with him gone it had fallen down on Tully and he'd made the call. "I didn't want that ta happen.."
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Post by Scar Bourke on Mar 6, 2010 18:45:05 GMT -5
He frowned but actually calmed a bit, he couldn't blame Tully if he'd been the man he'd have done the same thing. He hadn't worked with him long enough to know him that well but apparently he'd made sure his sister was well taken care of. It didn't soothe his anger though at the ones he had known and had trusted. That was the last time he put faith in anyone but himself. Frowning he let her go again and rubbed a hand over his face. "Let's get a pint," In other words this conversation was over.
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Post by sorcha on Mar 6, 2010 18:52:08 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes and wrapped her arms around one of his with a scowl, oh she was sure this wasn't over. But taking it out on her wasn't going to change what happened and being mad would only breed more annoyance. "Some blokes hired us to come back to town, we took over the Rac's headquarters in Queens.." she didn't feel wrong about filling him in, not one bit. He'd been leader, to her he still was but most importantly he was her brother. "So we're setting up before we have a wee bit of fun.."
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Post by Scar Bourke on Mar 6, 2010 19:19:17 GMT -5
Now that peeked his interest, "Aye? And what kind of fun is that?" He wondered if she'd tell him, if she would trust him with that information. He may be her brother but it had been a long time since they'd seen each other and he wasn't sure what had changed about her. He pondered the thought that they had taken over Rac's headquarters and couldn't help the slight smirk that fell into place at the thought. He was sure they were having a good time and now he knew where to go if he wanted to raise hell.
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