|
|
Post by mark on Aug 28, 2008 17:39:04 GMT -5
Mark sat up and smiled at her. He was suprised at how forward she was being, but he liked it. "Nah, I work right here at the Docks." He took the cigarette back and took another drag.
"I was sitting here sighing," He put emphasis on the word because of what she said earlier, "'cause I had a hard day, and ya might not care, but everyone hates me, and I don't have any friends." With those words, he sighed again, but smiled at her.
|
|
|
|
Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Aug 28, 2008 17:46:04 GMT -5
Lucky snorted at that and shook her head, she was NOT the woman to go to for sympathy.
"What a sad sad sob story," she remarked sarcastically. "If you don't have any friends mopin' about it isn't going to help just makes people want to beat the tar out of you.."
She was right in a sense... actually for being in Brooklyn she was right, no one would give you the sympathy card. It got you a boot to the ass.
|
|
|
|
Post by mark on Aug 28, 2008 17:48:03 GMT -5
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I already know. Just wanted to see what you would do, is all."
Mark shook his head and handed out the cigarette for her.
|
|
|
|
Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Aug 28, 2008 18:33:06 GMT -5
He lifted a brow and took the smoke, "Thanks.." She liked smokes, oh god did she liked smokes.
|
|
|
|
Post by mark on Aug 28, 2008 18:38:30 GMT -5
"Not a problem. Ya can have the rest, I got plenty of 'em." He took out a pack of cigarettes, but only two had been taken out. Mark smiled at her, then looked back at the water. As he looked down at the package, then did he notice that he still had his shirt off. Glancing up at the girl quickly, he didn't know if she noticed yet.
Mark knows he has a strong build, but being like that in front of girls or women made him nervous. His face went through a few different shades of red before he grabbed his shirt and put it back on.
|
|
|
|
Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Aug 28, 2008 19:11:53 GMT -5
She hadn't noticed his lack of dress, she'd grown up in Brooklyn and shirtless men did little for her really, she lifted a brow when he tugged his shirt back on and she continued to take a long drag from her smoke as she let her feet dangle over the side. Smokes were life.
"You seem new to Brooks as is.." he seemed green and really soft, being whether he was built like a brick or not--- Lucky only had eyes for one man and he was in Atlantic City without her.
|
|
|
|
Post by mark on Aug 28, 2008 19:15:33 GMT -5
He stuttered out, "Oh, uh, no. I just-ya, nah, I've been here for a long time.." Mark wasn't new to Brooklyn, he just is very nice, and unlike other Dock Workers, he protect's friends, family, and women. No matter who they are, he get's nervous easily, but not a lot of people like him and think he would be better of as a newsie because he is too nice.
But being 22, he has ideas for his life, and is trying to find someone to fulfill that destiny for him.
|
|
|
|
Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Aug 28, 2008 19:23:33 GMT -5
She lifted a brow at the stutter, Lucky wasn't the kind that needed to be protected. Most should be wary and strive to be protected from her should she lose her temper.
Shaking her head she took another draw from her smoke and let out a sigh, "You seem like such a green softy I'm surprised you haven't had your ass handed to you by someone, your face looks to damn pretty for someone not to kick your ass--"
|
|
|
|
Post by mark on Aug 28, 2008 19:26:28 GMT -5
Mark was suprised. He didn't know if this was an insult, or a comment. But he still said thank you anyway. "Well, uh, thank ya..I think.." He raised an eyebrow at her, but he smiled a friendly smile to her.
|
|
|
|
Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Aug 28, 2008 19:31:26 GMT -5
She looked as if she didn't notice his surprise, really people needed to stop looking so shocked at what she said. Though if she'd had any kind of station it would have gotten her beaten. The smile had her snorting as she took a drag from her smoke, "Seriously surprised no one has kicked your ass--- you kind of look like an old friend of mine though-- could be why I didn't kick you off the dock.."
He looked like Trigger, but he wasn't Trigger....
|
|
|
|
Post by mark on Aug 28, 2008 19:39:37 GMT -5
He nodded. "Alright, I can take that I guess." He shook his head and looked at his watch. His stomach grumbled and his face turned a light shade of red. Mark was starting to get hungry, and it was almost time to have dinner.
Glancing at Lucky, he liked the company she gave him, and the least he could do was buy her some dinner. "Hey, uh, are ya hungry?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Aug 28, 2008 20:11:33 GMT -5
Hungry? Damn it! That was the magic word with this woman and she lifted both her brows and tilted her head as she considered her options-- let this guy buy her dinner or starve? Trigger would have dragged her to dinner if he were still in town. She nodded, "Sure why the hell not.. I haven't eaten in a few days.."
|
|
|
|
Post by mark on Aug 28, 2008 20:19:06 GMT -5
Mark's eyes widened. " A few days?! Jeez, your getting whatever the hell you want. Come on." He stood up and grabbed her arm and started to walk away with her.
|
|
|
|
Post by Scar Bourke on Sept 29, 2008 8:40:10 GMT -5
*NEW DAY*
Scar sighed and wiped his brow as he moved from one crate to another, thanking god that there was a slight breeze today. He couldn't stand the hot weather much longer, but figured he might as well deal with it because it was going to get cold soon enough. He looked around as he finished moving the last crate, lighting up a cigarette. He figured now was a good time for a break considering he really only had to clean up his area and get a couple more things done before he left.
|
|
|
|
Post by dream on Oct 17, 2008 17:06:12 GMT -5
*New Day*
Connie wanted to explore the city of New York, so she decided to go to Brooklyn that day. She actually wanted to go to the races, but that didn't work out. They kicked her out, so she came to the docks. Sitting on the edge, her legs and pink dress hung over the edge with her back up against the pole. A bunch of older boys were selling, and swimming as well. She had heard of Spot Conlon, but has never met him. She thought that he was a wonderful person, and a person that she could look up too. Lifting her head, she squinted her eyes trying to find him with the other Brooklynites, but couldn't see anyone. Shrugging, she went back to her brown book. It was covered in leather, and the inside paper was nice and soft. A few pages were already filled up with songs that Connie wrote, and she wanted to be a singer someday, but didn't think it would happen anytime soon.
She became a little fidgity at the boys, and she moved a little bit so none of them saw her. She was quite small, but these boys were large and bulky, and were starting to scare her. Coughing softly so they didn't hear her, she moved over to the next pole and opened the book again. Opening to the page of her newest song that she needs to learn, she began studying the cords. As she finished that, the humming became next. She didn't want to be found over here, so she did hum, but it wasn't loud at all.
|
|
