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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Nov 19, 2008 19:26:48 GMT -5
Hoenstly Lucky couldn't see it either, but she felt like he had left her and was not coming back. Miranda was a lot of things, tough to the core and always willing to go it alone. She relied on Sneaks heavily when she'd relied on no one and she felt abandoned now. "I miss him Smalls, why didn't he come see me?"
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Post by Smalls on Nov 19, 2008 20:19:24 GMT -5
She shrugged, frowning as the falling flakes became more frequent. "I don' know Lucks, maybe he tried." Smalls had little to no relationship with Sneaks, and she wasn't trying to defend him, but it seemed reasonable to her. After all, she rarely got to see Spot anymore, but she didn't doubt him. From her perspective, Sneaks vanishing act didn't seem all that shocking. Smalls didn't feel entitled to love, so she didn't expect it. As much as she felt for her friend she couldn't help but be a bit unsettled by it. She would never rest her happiness in the hands of anyone, especially a man.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Nov 19, 2008 20:41:19 GMT -5
"Yeah.." it was a little ray of hope but she was still down. She knew how Smalls really felt about it, Lucky shouldn't put that much faith in someone and let her happiness ride on him. Sneaks was always found a way but her heart shuddered a bit and she closed her eyes. "I'm still a fool..." but her fingers worked over the necklace he'd given her and she knew that she was worrying over nothing. But still-- they didnt' live forever.
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Post by Smalls on Nov 19, 2008 21:48:26 GMT -5
Smalls remained quiet but kept her arm securly around Lucky. She knew Lucky wasn't a fool, but that was obvious, there was no point in saying it. They didn't have the kind of relationship the required constant validation. "Ya gotta jist gotta keep movin', an' stop looking back." Smalls didn't spend much time regretting her past or fearing her future, she lived most of her life in the moment, figuring out how to get by.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Nov 19, 2008 23:29:47 GMT -5
She sighed and nodded, "Aye, Oi, did I tell you got a job at the joint at Kings?.. the woman is teaching me to cook so I took the job.." it was still cold but she didn't need Smalls to tell her she wasn't a fool or anything really. They'd been friends really far to long for that--
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Post by Smalls on Nov 20, 2008 0:38:38 GMT -5
Smalls shifted, pulling her arm back in close and returning to her huddled position. "Nah, ya didn't, sounds like a nice gig.." She was glad Lucky had found an actual job, but the news gave her mixed feelings. She herself seemed to have no future at all, and from the look of the impending strike, was in for a rough winter. It was nice having Lucky suffering right along beside her, but she would rather her friend had it easier-- she knew how angry her stomach could get, after all.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Nov 25, 2008 18:00:12 GMT -5
Lucky looked at her friend and smirked a little curling up, the most consistent person in her life-- was Smalls. Letting the silence wash over them and an impending strike over the horizon Lucky had a lot to think about. Her future, hell she never thought she'd live this long let alone want too.
"Bettah then sellin' papes. You know how much I hate that.."
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Nov 12, 2009 10:37:18 GMT -5
*NEW DAY* (RESERVED) Fighter climbed onto the roof and glanced around before sighing in relief when she found it empty. Today hadn't been the best day, it was almost as if she were haunted, but she knew it was her mind playing tricks on her. All day she'd felt that she could see him out of the corner of her eye with blood dripping from his throat. It was not a pretty image and right now all she wanted to do was get it out of her mind and she only knew one way to do that which required more privacy than a lodging house offered. Slipping the pipe from her pocket she carefully packed a bit of the heady drug in there and took a few quick hits before putting it away and pulling out her flask taking a few quick swallows. Laying back on the roof she let herself float for awhile, staring at the sky. It was an amazing feeling to feel absolutely nothing. After awhile she stood and moved to the edge of the roof to sit with her legs dangling over staring out at the city. She'd never once wanted to leave Brooklyn or New York for that matter but part of her had been thinking that it might be time to relocate. |
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Post by Zeke Cooper on Nov 12, 2009 14:38:46 GMT -5
Zeke had been in about any bed of any woman that wanted to enjoy him for a time since he got back, the burly Brooklynite had dealt with the loss of the boy he'd tried to save in his own way. Regardless he frowned darkly as he headed up the back fire escape of the ancient building on the river that served as the Brooklyn Lodging house. He froze when he saw Fighter, pipe in her hand and dark look crossing her eyes.
He had heard a little bit from Birdie about what had happened to his fellow Brooklynites, though oddly Birdie herself hadn't been to forthright with information about her own situation. He'd seen her at the hospital bitching about needing to sneak out because there was no way she could afford to pay for the care she was being given, he'd offered to help once her head was doing better. Though that would take some time also. She'd gotten a good wack on the head.
Finishing his ascent, Zeke sat on the side wall of the roof and fiddled in his pocket for a smoke before focusing on her. "Got a match, Fight?" he hadn't wanted to socialize since they get back. He'd never admit that a kid dying in his arms wore him down.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Nov 12, 2009 20:14:18 GMT -5
Fighter began to drift off into her thoughts as she stared out at the city. It had always seemed like a magical place to her even with all of the despair and anguish that tended to follow people like her. She'd loved this city more than she'd loved anything else but with everything that had occured she wasn't sure she had the strength to continue with this life especially not in this place. When she heard Zeke's voice she glanced towards him but didn't comprehend his question for a moment. As it dawned on her that he'd asked for a light she slipped her hand in her pocket and pulled out the matchbook before tossing it towards him.
Part of her wanted to get up and walk over towards him and just put a reassuring hand on his arm or even hug him but not only was that the last thing she'd do she didn't think her legs would carry her that far. So she just stared at him with her legs dangling over the edge trying to think of something to say. It was more difficult than she thought because she hadn't spoken to any of the Brooklynites since that day at the warehouse. Although she'd always been incredibly comfortable with Zeke, he was after all one of her closest friends, she still didn't know what to say. Instead she glanced away and pulled out a cigarette of her own rolling it between her fingers for a moment.
Finally after a few more moments of silence she turned and focused on him once more, "How you doing?" She said it seriously but she expected the brush off any of them would give regardless of the situation. It was just the way they were and she supposed that's why they tended to get on as well as they did when they didn't get along with others.
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Post by Zeke Cooper on Nov 12, 2009 20:29:06 GMT -5
Zeke frowned a little bit as he caught the match book, watching her with suspicious eyes. He'd always known when there was something going on with her. She had the look about her, that her world had changed in a way that she wasn't fond of. Those dark eyes of hers begging for something that he was sure he couldn't ever give her.
Lighting his smoke he took a long drag, eyes darting over to her as he relaxed his shoulders with his characteristic easy confidence, watching her legs swing back and forth. If anything he should have tried harder to distract himself from the fact she had amazing legs, even in those pants of hers. He blew the smoke out into the wind and caught her words.
"I'm fine," it was a lie, but he could make it believable. It was the Brooklyn way to never let it show how much it hurts, or how small you felt. After all, never let the other one know they got to you was how the Brooklynites rolled. "Could use a beer though.." Hell yes he could! But he'd spent two days at McGinty's drinking himself stupid when they'd gotten back and every other waking moment in a different woman's bed.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Nov 12, 2009 20:46:24 GMT -5
When he responded the way she expected she nodded her head and glanced down at her hands, thinking of how it had taken hours to get the blood completely off of them. At his next words, Fighter didn't even thing as she stuck her hand in her pocket and pulled out the flask holding it out to him. "Know that feeling.." She muttered lightly under her breath.
The flask hadn't left her side since she'd returned from the warehouse and it hadn't ever been completely empty either. If she wasn't sneaking away to hit her pipe she was lifting the flask to her lips to drown herself in it's foggy abyss. Fighter studied his face out of the corner of her eye, her eyes dancing over his chiseled features for a moment before she forced herself to stop.
Even though she'd cared for him more than she'd admit to herself since she'd met him she knew that nothing would ever come of it. Their personalities were too alike, they both pushed people away and honestly Fighter needed someone who forced her to stop running away. Swallowing back a sigh, Fight ran her fingers through her hair before holding her hand out silently for the match book.
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Post by Zeke Cooper on Nov 12, 2009 21:07:02 GMT -5
His eyes focused on her hand before he reached out and set his in it, along with the matches. The odd feeling of her hand had a small smirk lifting his lips before he tugged her across the wall, closer to him so that he didn't have to speak so loudly. The boxer was a loud man by nature, gruff, unhinged and would march for Brooklyn without a second thought. Yet here he was, looking at a good friend who seemed as haunted as he was.
"You look like shit, Fight.." Hey he wasn't going to lie, taking another drag from his smoke he was just that way. She looked about as bad as he felt but she'd managed somehow to keep himself... somewhat the same. She didn't look that way.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Nov 12, 2009 21:28:24 GMT -5
She was taken slightly by surprise when he pulled her closer and she bit back a gasp a surprise before blinking and glancing away. Lighting her cigarette with the matches he'd set in her hand she took a drag and tucked them away in her pocket. When he spoke Fighter forced herself to laugh and give him a slight smirk, suddenly feeling as though she were coming down from her high. "Here I thought you were a ladies man..."
Shaking her head slightly to try and be non-chalant she took another drag of her cigarette and brought the flask to her lips to take a deep gulp from it. She figured he wouldn't buy her brush off so she flashed him another smirk, "Couldn't sleep last night."
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Post by Zeke Cooper on Nov 12, 2009 21:43:29 GMT -5
"Looks like you ain't slept in the better part of a week," he responded, taking another drag from his smoke and reaching over to take her flask and get a nip himself. He was a ladies man but there were times when a girl didn't need to hear how lovely she was. No sometimes they needed to hear they looked like they had woken up on the wrong side of the bed and crawled across a barn. Fighter looked both but it seemed her personality that had suffered the most. He couldn't remember her being so despondent. Or so defeated.
"What's eatin' you?"
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