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Post by jason on Sept 12, 2009 0:12:55 GMT -5
Jason's eyebrows raised as she started coughing. "That's what you get for mixing whiskey and scotch, my dear." He said, snickering.
"that's true.....we all have our problems, we all deal wit 'em and move on I guess,"
He nodded, "Exactly. The past's the past. Nothing you can do about it now except move on, and start over again. That's what I did when I became a newsie, left behind my old lifestyle, and started over. Its hard to believe that that was over ten years ago." Jason said.
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Post by cherishkylet on Sept 12, 2009 0:24:00 GMT -5
"That's what you get for mixing whiskey and scotch, my dear."
She chuckled softly as he said this,"that had nothing to do with my cough...."she said as she leaned forward resting her elbows on the table. She eyed him again but adverted her eyes to the window for a moment,"I can't say I've dealt with my issues......I neva really thought much about how to except hiding behind false happiness,"she said she blinked realizing the seriousness she was turning this conversation into and she jerked her head to look at him again,"But on the bright side, today was a good day, and ya brightened it up abit more by keepin' me company, I don't really get ta spend much time wit others," she said as she took another drink. She wondered why he even did talk to her beyond asking her for a cigarette.
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Post by jason on Sept 12, 2009 23:20:31 GMT -5
"that had nothing to do with my cough...."
Jason smirked as he leaned his elbows further on the table, and propped himself up with them. "Oh really?" He challenged, "What did then?"
"I can't say I've dealt with my issues......I neva really thought much about how to except hiding behind false happiness, But on the bright side, today was a good day, and ya brightened it up abit more by keepin' me company, I don't really get ta spend much time wit others,"
Jason shook his head, "That's not always the best way to deal with things." He took a sip of his drink, "Its just a way to get people off your back." He shrugged and slightly shook his head, "But what do I know? I ain't a doctor that deals with that or anything."
His eyebrows raised, normally he ruined people's days, not brightened them. "Well, that's nice to hear I actually made someone's day rather than ruined it. I don't mind the company either, my afternoon was rather boring til I needed another cigarette."
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Post by cherishkylet on Sept 13, 2009 0:00:14 GMT -5
"What did then?"
She leaned forward abit more and smiled abit,"hmm I'm not sure you'd be interested in what goes through my head hun,"she said as she took another drink before putting it back down and her cheeks turned slightly red at her own thoughts again.
"That's not always the best way to deal with things."
"Well I haven't found any other way to do so, so this is all I can manage fer now til I find a way ta handle things....."she mummbled as she adverted her eyes down slightly before gazing back up into his eyes, she didn't understand why he seemed to think badly of how he acted toward others by his words it sounded like he didn't treat people like this regularly.
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Post by jason on Sept 13, 2009 0:16:33 GMT -5
"hmm I'm not sure you'd be interested in what goes through my head hun,"
Jason laughed, and nodded his agreement. "That's probably very true. I will never understand a woman's mind, I came to that acknowledgment a very, very long time ago." He said, swirling around his drink.
"Well I haven't found any other way to do so, so this is all I can manage fer now til I find a way ta handle things....."
He shrugged, "Fair enough." Jason replied. In all honesty, Poet's problems weren't his. He didn't have to live with them on an everyday basis, he barely had any problems. He didn't care about how she handled certain things or not. That didn't affect him in the slightest.
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Post by cherishkylet on Sept 13, 2009 2:33:44 GMT -5
She was at a loss of words so she fell silent for a few moments and took the time to take a feew drinks of her alcohol. She looked out the window and sighed softly. "Hmmm, whats that supposed ta mean?how'd you come ta a conclusion like that?"she asked referring to his comment about a woman's mind. She really didn't care but she felt that was the only thing she could say to keep the conversation going.
She leaned back for a moment and looked at him straight into his eyes with her own piercing gaze. She tilted her head to one side letting her hair topple to that side as she swallowed another big gulp before setting the glass back down. "Hmm.... yer jus'...nevermind"she mummbled unable to think straight.
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Post by jason on Sept 13, 2009 13:33:09 GMT -5
"Hmmm, whats that supposed ta mean?how'd you come ta a conclusion like that?"
"I came to that conclusion long ago." Jason said as he took a sip of his drink. "A while back there was this girl I was sweet on, and she was one of those really flirtatious types. On a rare occasion she would talk to me, and she would flirt with me too. It would make me feel great, and I thought she probably returned my feelings. But then I'd see her with three of my friends doing the exact thing with them. O had no idea why she would be doing that, and I tried to figure it out. Unfortunately for me, I never did, and I've stopped trying to figure out girls since then." He took another swig of his drink. "And it means that you girls are confusing to us men. Plain and simple."
"Hmm.... yer jus'...nevermind"
Jason chuckled, "I'm just what? You got my curiosity going now, and that ain't good." He finished off his scotch, and looked from his glass to Poet. "It could be the alcohol talking to you. It wasn't the best idea to mix your drinks like that." He said, as he laughed softly to himself.
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Post by cherishkylet on Sept 13, 2009 14:22:04 GMT -5
"I'm just what? You got my curiosity going now, and that ain't good."
She tilted her head and contemplated actually telling him. She took the last drink of her alcohol before putting the glass down and tapping her fingers against the table as she looked into his eyes,"I dunno why a girl would do such a thing to a guy like yerself....yer pretty decent from what I've seen at least and yer rather good lookin' too,"she said the words slipping from her mouth before she could stop herself. She looked down out of embarrasement and her face flushed at how bold she had just been. She stopped tapping her fingers and listened to the silence for a few moments wondering what his reaction was going to be.
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Post by jason on Sept 13, 2009 14:33:45 GMT -5
"I dunno why a girl would do such a thing to a guy like yerself....yer pretty decent from what I've seen at least and yer rather good lookin' too,"
Jason pushed the hair out of his eyes, "I'm not a decent guy." He said quickly, pushing his glass to the center of the table. "I like that you think I'm good looking," he said as a playful smirk crept onto his face. "I would like to think that too, and its nice that for once someone else shares my opinion."
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Post by cherishkylet on Sept 13, 2009 21:29:28 GMT -5
"I like that you think I'm good looking," "I would like to think that too, and its nice that for once someone else shares my opinion."
She tilted her head as she pushed her empty glass to rest beside his,"conceited jus' abit there boyo?"she asked giggling softly. She tucked her hair behind her right ear so it wasn't infront of her eye," not that my opinion matters much, I'm pretteh sure I'm not the only one who thinks yer good lookin'" she said as she looked into his eyes her own holding a sparkle of interest. She looked down quickly her thoughts urging her to flirt beyond what she was already saying.
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Post by jason on Sept 16, 2009 18:42:11 GMT -5
"conceited jus' abit there boyo?"
Jason smirked, "Just a little bit, though." He said, glancing over to the counter, contemplating whether or not he wanted another drink. Of course he wanted another one, Jason Miller wasn't the type of person to refuse a drink, but he had to think practically. He didn't have that much money, and he still needed to eat, and buy another pack of cigarettes.
" not that my opinion matters much, I'm pretteh sure I'm not the only one who thinks yer good lookin'"
He shrugged for what seemed like the hundredth time, "If that's what people want to think, they can think it." He said, as he propped his chin on his elbow.
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Post by cherishkylet on Sept 16, 2009 21:23:45 GMT -5
"If that's what people want to think they can think it"
Poet nodded and leaned forward again her face about two inches away from his and she looked into his eyes. "are you realleh as tough as ya look?"she asked him, at this point she was practically sitting on her knees in her chair to lean forward that close. She tilted her head to one side examining his gaze,"everyone has a heart right? I mean do you have a soft side at all? yer prolly not even gonna tell meh if its true anyway, I don't see why I bother asking..."she mummbled. She stayed in that position though not moving an inch as she looked at him. She wanted to know him better, he intrigued her and she didn't know why.
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Post by jason on Sept 16, 2009 22:01:55 GMT -5
"are you realleh as tough as ya look?"
Even though his instincts told him to back away as she came closer to him, Jason didn't. He remained frozen, almost unable to move. He wasn't a fan of having people in his space, especially when they were about two inches away from his face. He blinked twice before answering Poet, "Of course not." He said, "I'm tougher." He added after a beat.
"everyone has a heart right? I mean do you have a soft side at all? yer prolly not even gonna tell meh if its true anyway, I don't see why I bother asking..."
"Of course everyone has a heart. If they didn't then they'd be dead." Jason said, looking at his hands. "But I don't like showing that I have a heart or a soft spot, I'm a tough guy, I don't need to show that."
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Post by river on Feb 18, 2010 20:05:11 GMT -5
NEW DAY (OPEN)
May the roads rise to meet you,
May the wind be at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rain fall soft upon your fields,
And, until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
~ Traditional Irish proverbs
It was the 17th of March, 1899. At dawn the skies were clear and blue, and the air was crisp and cool--not cold, but not warm, refreshingly cool. A light breeze off the river wafted along the docks and the street running parallel, smelling slightly of brine and the less invigorating scent of the muck disturbed by last night's rain and which was now being washed out with low-tide.
By midday however, the sky had become overcast, and the old shoe shiner on the corner of Livingston and Flatbush was muttering to himself about the lack of business on what was already a Gray day, and what he predicted would become another gray and rainy day. He proved to be right; by four in the afternoon, it was raining quite hard… It had become a wet and dreary day. The dusty, cobbled streets of Brooklyn were dusty no more; the rain created rivers of grime and dirt along the curb and the once, dirt-blackened stones were now dark, grey-blue. The volume of rain pouring from the sky was such that anyone unlucky enough to be caught outside would be drenched in a matter of minutes….
Shane Brightwell turned the corner of Flatbush onto Sullivan street and espied the traditional, wooden sign hanging above the entrance to McGinty's Pub. She paused, and smiled in relief at the welcome sight; she was anxious to get inside where it was surely warm and dry. She started forward eagerly, mindful only of her destination and the slippery wet sidewalk. She paused at the mouth of the alley that lay to the immediate left of the Pub, glancing curiously down the dismal passage. There was nothing but a heap of rubbish from the pub, and beyond that she could see nothing but the tops of the fire-escapes of the buildings along the alley.
She was brought out of her reverie when a big fat drop of rain landed on the back of her neck, exposed as it was with her hair tied back above the nape of her neck with a faded green ribbon. She grimaced, and reached a hand up to wipe away the water. A cool breeze wafted through the alley, carrying the scent of the rubbish, and raising goosebumps on her arms. Shane shivered involuntarily. She shook her head as if to clear it, and started forward once more, and crossed the alleyway in three large strides.
As she stepped onto the curb in front of McGinty's, the door swung open and half a dozen Irish fellows stumbled out onto the damp Brooklyn street. Shane respectfully stepped to the side and waited for them to pass. She wrinkled her nose at the scent of stale sweat and liquor. One of the fellows stumbled sideways and she instinctively sidestepped him.
Shane relaxed a little once she entered the familiar setting, and headed for a small table pushed up against the wall. She sat down with a sigh and surveyed the room and its occupants, pushing damp strands of hair from her face. She didn't spot any faces she knew. Satisfied that there was no one of whom to be suspicious and nothing to fear or to be wary, she pulled a small, thin book from her pocket and turned her attention to its damp pages. She opened it gently and flipped through it lightly, pausing every now and the to read the inscription on a page. She seemed peaceful, but in the back of her mind, something was bothering her. After a few moments, she looked up and glanced around the room, feeling uneasy, or as though someone was watching her. She hid her unease behind a mask of detached interested, but her brown eyes belied her calm exterior....
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