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Post by dots on Aug 10, 2008 10:54:45 GMT -5
(Yeah, that's fine.)
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Post by Scar Bourke on Aug 10, 2008 20:23:55 GMT -5
Scar shook his head and glanced at Zero as he picked up the disregarded crate, he simply nodded his head in thanks. After swiping the back of his arm across his forehead and turned to go back to work, sparing a small glance towards the kids retreating forms. He didn't know just how lucky he'd gotten with Scar. He wasn't usually someone to hold himself back but he didn't appreciate beating up on children. There were times when they needed to learn a lesson and that lesson was to not talk to people who could beat them to a pulp that way.
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Post by bottlecap on Aug 10, 2008 22:48:25 GMT -5
Maeby headed up the docks at her own pace, eyes alert and fingers wriggling at her sides with an itch to pick. As she passed a couple of kids, she curled her hands into loose fists to resist temptation. There were codes for thieves on these streets and she'd sooner rot in the refuge than steal from a street kid. Even so, she offered them a look of displeasure at their presence. What were a couple kids from the Bronx doing over here, anyway?
After passing them, Maeby's blue-gray gaze lit up as she spotted Zero a bit down the dock, heaving a crate that she would have buckled under. Passing by another dockworker close at hand, she greeted her target.
"Hey, Z. I brought you some sandwiches." Glancing it his fellow worker, she decided to try not to be rude, "There's enough for you, if you're hungry."
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Post by zero on Aug 11, 2008 0:01:49 GMT -5
Giving the little spat not even one more thought, Zero returned himself to his work. He didn't find it necessary to address Scar verbally--a mutual understanding was had between them that didn't call for words when they were working. Sure, he was open to chat if Scar cared for it, but he wouldn't instigate it. That much was sure.
It wasn't even a few minutes before he looked up to see Maeby approaching, and he smirked a little. Straightening his back, he dragged his cap off of his curly auburn locks and swiped it across his sweaty brow before tugging it back on again just as Maeby reached him.
"Thanks, Mae." He grinned, "What do I owe this to, eh?" He teased, then looked to who she had offered a sandwich to other than him. "Wanna get in on this, Scar?"
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Post by Scar Bourke on Aug 11, 2008 11:30:25 GMT -5
Scar stepped back as Maeby passed, scowling as she did so. He was not in the mood for more thickheaded lasses crowding up the dock. It was probably a good thing he didn't carry anything of value on his person besides his gun because he would be extremely upset if he found out he'd had his pockets picked. As Scar finished moving one crate, he looked towards Zero and simply shook his head, "Not hungry today, I'm gonna stop by McGinty's and get a pint after work along with a sandwich. I'll be fine till then." Especially considering that work was going to be over for the day in a few short hours.
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Post by bottlecap on Aug 11, 2008 11:42:10 GMT -5
"Just thought I'd be nice." She smirked at Zero playfully, taking the two sandwiches from her tattered messenger bag and handing them to her brother. Scar's blatant disapproval of her stealing his air didn't seem to matter to her much. Everyone was entitled to their opinions and as a hard worker, it was appropriate that he disapprove of her profession. Zero definitely did.
"I'll be there later, too." Maeby smiled at him, "I'll pull you a pint on the house." He seemed like he could use one, to be honest. The poor guy looked hassled.
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Post by Scar Bourke on Aug 11, 2008 12:22:24 GMT -5
Scar raised an eyebrow at her, "You work at the pub? I just met a lovely lass there...Daisy, she works there as well." He shrugged to her offer of a pint on the house, "I've learned in me long life to never turn down a guinness, less the gods shall have me arse." Scar had a tendency to drift off into thoughts that some couldn't make inteligent sense out of but it was one of those qualities that for some reason woman found endearing, thinking he was a poet of sorts. "Well I suppose I'll be seeing you there, lassie." He lifted a crate in his arms and carried it off to the left before coming back for another.
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Post by bottlecap on Aug 11, 2008 12:31:45 GMT -5
"Yeah, Daisy's nice." Maeby nodded, smiling sincerely. Her co-worker was a sweet girl and Maeby was grateful to be working with another female amongst the hoards of drunken men they sometimes had to wrestle with daily. She hadn't pegged Scar as her type, though.
When Scar went off on some thought, Maeby glanced at Zero skeptically. Where most girls swooned for poetic types, they were certainly far from Maeby's preference. If anything, she thought him a little off his rocker, but was kind enough not to show it.
"Alright." She agreed, "I'll be at the bar, so just come on up and I'll get you settled." She assured him.
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Post by zero on Aug 11, 2008 12:34:40 GMT -5
Zero accepted the sandwiches, which were wrapped in wax paper, and set them aside on a crate which they weren't ordered to move. He wasn't quite ready for a meal, being that he wanted to get a lot more work done before the sun got too high in the sky.
When Maeby glanced at him, he just shook his head a little with a faint smile. His sister was adverse to the sensitive types, he knew, but he wasn't sure that Scar was that type. He just seemed to go off in a vein at times, but Maeby's face was humorous.
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Post by Scar Bourke on Aug 11, 2008 13:35:17 GMT -5
Scar noticed the looks between them and immediatly grim thoughts floated through his head but he refrained himself from saying or doing anything. He just wanted to get through the day before he got a pint at the pub and retired to his appartment. He had a lot of thinking to do especially after he saw what he had not to long ago at the boxing ring. She had to pay and he was going to make sure that she did, once and for all. He'd always gone easy on her because he had a soft spot for her but she'd worked her way into a darker more for-boding part of his heart and he'd show her that soon enough.
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Post by bottlecap on Aug 12, 2008 21:27:29 GMT -5
Upon seeing Scar's expression--which was so much less than pleasant at the moment--Maeby flushed a little. Had he seen their exchange and assumed that they were mocking him? "Sorry, I just... I ain't much heard 'bout the gods an' all that." She felt a little sheepish, because offending one of Zero's coworkers was hardly one of her goals.
Spending a few years in an orphanage run by nuns, Maeby was well familiarized with Jesus, Mary and all the saints. They were natural to her, because it was what she knew. Whenever a new religion was unveiled for her, she wasn't sure what to think of it. Most of the time her first reaction was to scoff at it, but deep inside, she wasn't sure what was right.
"Anyway, stop by, yeah?" She nodded curtly, then turned to her brother. "Might drop by your place tonight after work." She warned him, then winked and took herself away from the two young men.
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Post by zero on Aug 12, 2008 21:31:07 GMT -5
Zero was much less concerned about Scar's expression than his sister, being that he wasn't looking at him. Even had he seen the flash of indignance behind his eyes, he wouldn't have apologized. He was too laid-back to even recognize when another was uptight, to be honest.
Shaking his head at Maeby, he merely shrugged his consent to her warning and then moved to return to his work. "Better get haulin'." He mentioned to Scar, not as an order but in speaking of himself. "Been an awful lot of distractions today an' I ain't plannin' on bein' here all night."
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Aug 22, 2008 9:57:04 GMT -5
Fighter walked down the dock, her face pale as if she'd seen a ghost. It couldn't possibly be true her heart told her over and over again but her mind knew she'd seen who'd she'd seen. She couldn't stop the fear from overtaking her entire body. Right now she needed to stop and sit for a moment take a few deep breaths a smoke a cigarette. She leaned against a crate and inhaled deeple a few times, her hands on the tops of her legs as she slightly bent over to get deeper breaths. "God, he's gonna kill me....." She said it in a whisper and closed her eyes for a moment.
Once she felt she had gotten a hold of her emotions again she stood and leaned back against the crate. As she lit her cigarette she gazed around her taking in her surroundings finally, which is when she noticed James. She smirked at him and nodded her head, recognizing him slightly but not knowing his name.
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Post by mark on Aug 26, 2008 22:23:03 GMT -5
*New Day*
Mark sat on the edge of the dock, just thinking about how his parents were doing, and if his mother was okay. He knew she wasn't sick anymore, but he doesn't want to have to leave Brooklyn to go to Boston and work at a factory. Mark hated factories. They were stuffy and dusty, and being Mark, suprisingly, he was a very clean person. He was also very nice to everyone, even though people usually think that Dock Workers are rude and cocky, Mark doesn't think that way about himself at all.
Glancing up at the water, he sighed. The sun was just coming up, and it looked beautiful. Before his parents left to live in Boston, his mother gave him a wonderful camera that worked great, but someone stole it when he was at work from his apartment. Feeling he wanted to take a picture of it and send it to his mother, he felt sad. He hadn't talked to his mother in a while, and he was going to write her a letter when he got home, but had no idea how to send it to her, since he ddn't get a lot of money.
Taking out a cigarette from his pocket, he lit it, and inhaled it. Breathing out of his nose, he started to calm down, but he was still a little frustrated. He threw the cigarette in the water and took off his shirt, showing his manly built. Laying down on the dock, he closed his eyes and tried to relax a little more.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Aug 28, 2008 15:07:57 GMT -5
"Kid you sit there long enough sighing, somoene's just going to put a boot to your back an' kick you in.." Lucky reached over and plucked the smoke from his mouth before she took a drag and handed it back. With the threat of a strike she was saving her smokes.
"You from the lodging house?" she nodded her head towards home sweet home, he looked like a bloke she'd seen around but people gave her a wide birth. Lucky-- was a hot head and most in the lodging house knew it.
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