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Post by Shannon Murphy on Dec 7, 2009 23:27:06 GMT -5
"Ach I thought I recognized ye," Shannon said with a quick nod as he introduced himself and confirmed her suspicion that there were yet to have met coworkers at McGinty's. "Me name is Shannon, haven't been here long but I know we've worked a few shifts together." She shrugged her thin shoulders and leaned back in the chair, flickering her eyes over him for a moment. "Tis been busy the past few nights, aye?"
Her blue eyes took in his black eye as he mentioned the boxing ring and she clucked her tongue, "What tis it about wailing on each other ye laddies find so appealing?" Shannon asked, because she couldn't see the sense in it. Though to be fair, she wasn't likely to be able to do much in a brawl, being small she relied on being light on her feet and quick wit to get out of tough spots, which she was prone to finding herself in.
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Post by tobias on Dec 28, 2009 16:50:48 GMT -5
Tobias sat up straight and briefly looked her up and down, trying to measure how she might react to his usual flirty behavior with girls. She didn't seem the type that would be offended, so he took one of her hands in his and, as he stared up at her smiling, he placed a gentle kiss on the back of her soft hand before releasing it back to her. "Pleasure to meet you, Shannon." The smile remained on his face as he resumed his former posture-- leaning back in his chair, arms crossed in front of his chest.
"Tis been busy the past few nights, aye?"
His smile fading, Toby turned to face her and nodded, "Yeah. But, hopefully most will be able to forget the whole mess and those who won't be able to forget, will be able to heal enough to go back to an almost normal life again, eventually... It'll be the hardest for the Halliways to go back to normal, I s'pect." He turned back to stare at the empty track in front of him. He knew what it felt like to lose a sibling. Even if his didn't particularly die, Katie was still gone-- lost.
"What tis it about wailing on each other ye laddies find so appealing?"
Shannon's comment pulled him out his trance, and his tenseness eased. His smile reappeared and his booming laughter filled the air. "You got me there, beautiful. Maybe we like to prove we're tougher than everyone else." He teased flexing his bicep, jokingly. "Makes us feel more manly, and bigger than the other guy." He chuckled, crossing his arms across his chest again. "Or to showcase our toughness to fine ladies such as yourself. Prove we're great protectors." He smiled at her and teasingly waggled his eyebrows.
((Sorry it took so long to respond. Hope this makes up for it.))
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on Jan 2, 2010 0:04:30 GMT -5
[[NEW DAY]]
"Go go go go GO!" he cried, hoisting himself up on the rail at the front of the stands. His eyes were wide, glittering with zeal, as he watched the horses round the track for the final time. It was unlike Race to get too excited, but it looked as though he would get lucky this time, for once. He tapped the rail with one hand, mumbling under his breath, as if his whispered goadings would egg the horse on...and then...
"YES!" Racetrack cried, and a roar of groans mixed with the occasional yelp of victory that matched Race's. Racetrack wasted no time in running to the betting booth and practically throwing the race card at the bookie. "I got it. Number five in the ninth to place...." Felix, the bookie, scowled for a moment, but there was a hint of admiration and envy and he counted out sixteen dollars and sixty two cents and pushed it across the counter to the hands of the eager newsboy.
Racetrack counted the money, swept it all into his pocket, and hurried out. Unable to believe his luck, he touched his bulging pocket, filled with more money that he ever could have imagined.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jan 3, 2010 13:02:50 GMT -5
Fighter raced around the corner, laughing over her shoulder at the portly man trying to chase her and failing miserably. She'd found that picking pockets was becoming the easiest way for her to make money since she lost her job at the bar for punching out a patron. It hadn't been her fault, he'd been the one trying to feel her up and she'd warned him first. Slowing down, she slipped into the crowd surrounding Sheepshead and glanced behind her once more to make sure she lost the guy before pulling out a cigarette. Digging around in her pocket for a match she frowned when she realized she didn't have one.
After a glance around the crowd she spotted a Manhattan newsie and was positive she knew his name. He'd stopped by the lodging house before and she'd seen him around, usually attached to Kelly or one of the others. Then it hit her, Racetrack, she didn't need to guess how he'd earned that nickname. Striding over she fell into step beside him, "Racetrack, right?"
She paused for just a moment, studying him out of the corner of her eye as she rolled the cigarette between her fingers, "Got a light?"
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Post by Racetrack Higgins on Feb 4, 2010 22:33:54 GMT -5
Racetrack didn't know the girl who approached him from Adam. She wore pants and a few bruises, meaning almost undeniably that she was a newsie. Maybe he'd figure it out before he needed to call her by name. He wasn't one to stand around awkwardly and try to figure out where he knew someone from. If he went with it, the name usually came to him. Not to mention he was in one of the best moods of his life...
"Kid, I'll give ya ten of 'em." He tossed her a book of matches he'd previously been saving with almost religious frugality. They had to last him until he got enough money to buy another book, and the cigars to go with them. But now he had enough for two hundred matchbooks, or some crazy number like that, and he didn't mind in the least giving them all away. "Just be sure to repay me that favor someday, eh?" he gave her a wink. He wasn't about to let his good will go for nothing, even if he could afford it.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Feb 7, 2010 18:22:08 GMT -5
Nodding her thanks, she grabbed the match and used it to light her cigarette before tossing it over her shoulder. "Sure," although she was sure she probably wouldn't need to repay the favor because this was only one of the few times she'd ever run into this particular newsie. "Good day at the tracks?"
Taking a puff of her cigarette she glanced around just to be sure the man hadn't found her before relaxing a bit more. She gave him a small smirk and pushed a curl off her forehead as she looked back at him. Usually she wasn't one for starting a conversation but she was in a better mood than she'd been lately so there wasn't any harm in it.
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