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Post by Christina Mathers on May 14, 2009 22:23:46 GMT -5
((New Day))
Christiana rarely ventured outside of Hell's Kitchen, let alone Manhattan except to get to work. She liked Manhattan and unlike others, didn't feel the need to venture outside of it. But the lad she had met at cafe intrigued her to the point where she took his offer to look for him at the docks in Brooklyn.
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Post by Scar Bourke on May 17, 2009 15:14:59 GMT -5
Scar wiped his brow with the shirt he had taken off and tossed over a random crate earlier in the day. Today was an extremely warm day and considering it was just spring he was not looking forward to summer. Tossing his shirt down Scar took a swig of water from the canteen he had brought with him and then turned to go back to work. As he started walking towards a crate his gaze fell on Christiana and a smirk crossed his face. He walked forward to meet with her before she got close enough for the other guys working the dock that day to see her. He didn't feel like losing his job because he had beaten the crap out of a coworker. "Lass..." Scars eyes ran down the length of Christiana's body slowly before looking back up at her face. "Pleasure to see you again."
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Post by Christina Mathers on May 17, 2009 19:10:13 GMT -5
She nodded, grinning slightly. She looked around at the other workers before looking back at Scar, not trying to cover the glance she took of his glistening torso. "I didn't come at a bad time, did I? Seems you've got your hands full."
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Post by Scar Bourke on May 17, 2009 19:58:04 GMT -5
Scar smirked and shook his head. "Not a bad time, I've got a few more crates to move and then we can take a walk. It shouldn't take long." He didn't really have to move the crates but he never minded showing off his muscles to women and what better way then by moving some heavy crates around.
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Post by Christina Mathers on May 17, 2009 21:24:45 GMT -5
"Fine," she said with a smile. "I can wait." Moving off to the side, Christiana leaned on one of the many wooden posts, tangling her hand in a hanging fish net as she waited. She watched as he carried the crates, smiling to herself. All the guys around were strong and most of them were good looking. It made her laugh a little when she saw how much she stood out from them. She enjoyed the attention.
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Post by Scar Bourke on May 19, 2009 13:58:32 GMT -5
Scar finished moving a couple crates and then grabbed his shirt and canteen, pulling the shirt on over his head and tucking the canteen into his back pocket. He walked over to Christiana and gave her a smirk, "Let's head to a quieter place to talk." Of course, he had more than just talking on his mind, but first he wanted to find out if she could be helpful to him and his other boss.
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Post by Joe on May 19, 2009 19:21:27 GMT -5
Joe stubbed his cigarette and put his hand on the wall next to Scar's head halting his getaway.
"Scar, you've got a moment." He stated more than asked, completely ignoring the dame next to him.
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Post by Scar Bourke on May 19, 2009 19:58:36 GMT -5
Scar sneered at Joe as he ducked out from under his arm. He despised being trapped by someone in that fashion it reminded him too much of his childhood. "No I don't. I don't give time to jackasses I don't know." He wrapped his arm around Christiana's waist and pulled her toward him and continued walking on. He may want to beat Joe to a pulp but now wasn't the time. He wanted to talk to Christiana and bring her into his circle.
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Post by Joe on May 19, 2009 22:17:40 GMT -5
Joe's eyes narrowed someone was going to give him answers whether he had to beat them out or not.
"Good for me we met before then." Joe separated the two. "Now I've got a few questions about the missing kids in Manhattan. Figured you'd be the best person to start askin." He was not in the mood to be ignored.
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Post by Scar Bourke on May 20, 2009 0:31:33 GMT -5
Scar was close to slugging Joe, but he didn't this shit when he was still at work under the watchful eye of his boss. "Wrong, we haven't met, boyo, you seem to know me but I haven't a bloody idea who the hell you are. Honestly I don't give a damn. And I haven't the foggiest idea what the hell your talking about so bugger off before you dig yourself a hole deeper than you realize." Scar wasn't in on the kidnapping scam, in fact, he didn't know a thing about it and if he did he still wouldn't tell some uppity boy about it. The kid had no idea what kind of friends he had and what Scar was capable of.
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Post by Scar Bourke on May 24, 2009 11:37:36 GMT -5
When Joe didn't say anything, Scar turned and walked away, once again wrapping his arm around Christiana's waist. "Let's go lass, boy doesn't know what the hell he's talking about." Scar shook his head but gave Christiana a toothy grin.
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Post by Christina Mathers on May 24, 2009 15:27:40 GMT -5
Christiana took one last look at the boy before walking away with Scar. He did seem rather distressed. She hadn't heard anything of missing children and hoped it wasn't too serious. She didn't know anyone under younger than her, though, so regardless, it wouldn't make her much never mind.
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Post by decker on May 30, 2009 21:46:52 GMT -5
[[New Day]]
Decker asked Smarty Jones for the handkerchief she had recently stolen, and reluctantly, Smarty handed it over. Decker knew it was probably because she could see how bad off he was. The two of them were on bad terms after a bad fight last month. Decker had bested her, and Smarty hated to lose. Decker guessed that this time around, she had only surrendered the handkerchief because she was glad someone had bested him.
His nose was bleeding badly out of both nostrils, and although he knew his nose wasn't broken, his nose hadn't stopped after ten minutes. He wiped at it with the handkerchief as he sat on a crate, hoping he wouldn't become anemic or whatever they called it. He heard someone approaching and looked up at them. Oh, shit, here we go... he thought.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on May 30, 2009 21:50:40 GMT -5
Lucky started to laugh and reached up, taking Decker's chin in her fingers. "Well, well, our boy got thumped on.. check this out Smalls. A real nice shiner!" she was still chuckling when she let her hand fall away and her arms folded across her chest. She liked to tease him, but she was curious. "Who was good enough to topple you, Decker? Wasn't Zeke.." no Zeke was up in Manhattan and had been for the last two nights.
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Post by Smalls on May 30, 2009 22:35:46 GMT -5
Smalls sauntered over behind Lucky, an amused smirk tugging at her lips. "Lemme guess, ya had a run in with a Queens goil?" She took a seat beside him, leaning back against the crates and giving him a slap on the back. "Don' worry too much Deck, I'm sure one a these days you'll meet a goil who kisses back insteda clockin' ya."
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