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Post by Scar Bourke on Jun 23, 2009 14:35:33 GMT -5
Scar nodded and gave Danny a big smile, trying to appear open and honest. "Seems like your pretty fond of them." Giving a slight pause, Scar winked, "One in particular get your attention?" He wanted to just ask about Fighter but that would be far to obvious. It was much better to circle a subject then to just jump into it. Especially since he didn't want to let on that he knew her and he was afraid his anger would show if he started talking about her.
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Post by Danny Hughes on Jun 23, 2009 15:23:26 GMT -5
Danny grinned, taking another drag on his smoke and bringing his gaze back down from the sky, glancing at Scar. "Nah, not really my type," he chuckled to himself, as if there were some inside joke only he understood. "Beautiful, mind," he added with a slightly suggestive smirk, "But it aint worth it mate."
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Post by Scar Bourke on Jun 24, 2009 14:33:57 GMT -5
Scar gave Danny his patent smirk and nodded his head, "I've found most women are only worth it for a time and then they wear out their welcome." Unless of course he had fun hearing them scream. Then he'd keep them around for awhile. That's exactly what he intended to do to Fighter when the time was right. He wanted to hear her scream, whimper, beg, plead, and cry. He wanted to cause her more pain then she'd ever experienced before.
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Post by Danny Hughes on Jun 24, 2009 15:04:41 GMT -5
He offered a small huff of a laugh, taking another drag and looking out at the water. He didn't care for the other man's comment, though it didn't show. It wasn't only that Danny held himself to a higher standard than that, but part of him also didn't care for such remarks being made in regards to his girls. They were like sisters, after all.
He shifted his weight from the wall, leaning out on the railing again, and puffing at his cigarette. "Ya got a name?"
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Post by Scar Bourke on Jun 26, 2009 14:18:12 GMT -5
Scar nodded and took a drag of his cigarette, "Bourke..Scar Bourke." He cocked his head to the side slightly and studied Danny for a moment. "Yours?" He didn't know many of the newsies names, but he had caught a few from conversations he'd overheard.
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Post by Danny Hughes on Jun 26, 2009 16:02:08 GMT -5
He raised a curious eyebrow at the name, knowing it was sure to come with a good story. "Danny," he grinned, his cigarette hanging from his lips. "I know, not quite as dramatic.." It was rare for those outside the newsie world to have such nicknames, unless of course they too had reason to keep a low profile. Danny assumed the guy was a criminal, but in a city like this, that wasn't exactly surprising.
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Post by Scar Bourke on Jun 28, 2009 10:08:57 GMT -5
Scar snickered a bit at the comment Danny made. It wasn't often someone brought up the fact that Scar's name was unusual especially considering he wasn't a newsie. "Eh, got it when I was younger." He gave Danny a shrug and flicked his cigarette over the bridge after taking one last drag. He found it kind of surprising that Danny didn't have a nickname, most newsies did.
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Post by Danny Hughes on Jun 29, 2009 14:53:39 GMT -5
Danny nodded in understanding, removing his cigarette from his mouth. "Must've had quite the childhood." He smirked, taking a final drag on his smoke before following Scar's lead and flicking his cigarette over the edge.
Leaning back against the cold brick he eyed Scar a moment before sighing, looking out over the water. "You heard anything about the kidnappings then?" He couldn't hold it in any longer. In every conversation he had in the past week the topic managed to thrust itself to the surface. He didn't care about pleasantries and he didn't care if he offended anyone, he wanted answers.
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Post by Scar Bourke on Jun 29, 2009 15:49:03 GMT -5
Scar raised an eyebrow at Danny but didn't say anything right away. He was trying to figure out if Danny was going to act the same way Joe had. In fact, now he wasn't quite sure the guy didn't know exactly who he was, but he couldn't think of a reason to go as far as he had if Danny did know him. He gave him a shake of his head finally, "Only that there have been kidnappings."
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Post by Danny Hughes on Jun 29, 2009 16:06:58 GMT -5
Danny simply nodded, but his gaze dropped to the sidewalk in disappointment. "Aye, near ten now as I hear it." He heaved a sigh and returned his eyes to the water, rubbing his face in subtle frustration.
It was exhausting. He was tired of looking, tired of trying, and tired of caring. But every time he thought about giving up the image of a girl flashed through his mind; sometimes tied up, sometimes dead. As the days wore on, it was more often the latter. The girl that never did anything but smile at the world, and all she ever got in return was pain. He could never stop looking.
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Post by Shannon Murphy on Sept 21, 2009 0:14:49 GMT -5
[New Day]
Shannon had never been one for living life quietly. She preferred to bluster in and announce her arrival with the sort of gusto that were reserved for the best Irish jigs that she and Sean had bee known to sing back at the pub in Kildare. But in a city like New York, crammed full of more people than Shannon had ever thought had lived in Dublin at any time and going about their business with a sort of seriousness that baffled her, Shannon could do little more than watch the world spin by.
Which was part of why she was here, walking along the Brooklyn Bridge while Sean was off doing...something she wasn't even sure what and she had been bored so going for a walk and exploring their new home had seemed a logical suggestion. So far the extent of her knowledge of the city was limited to the path from McGinty's to home and while it was a good path to know, it was hardly enough for Shannon's inquisitive mind.
Leaning over the edge she looked down at the water below as choppy white capped waves created by the wind winked back at her. It was hot today, sun beating down from above and she had a mind to take a dig if it wasn't so far down - and Sean wouldn't kill her if he discovered her ideas for entertainment. Looking at the ledge, she smiled again as she envisioned her best friend's face and it was almost enough to attempt it, but she knew better. Shannon might be slightly reckless, but she was far from stupid.
Perhaps there was a way to work down closer to the water, she considered that idea, tilting her head to the side as her eyes scanned the bridge and the shore below, forming a plan.
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Post by Scar Bourke on Sept 21, 2009 10:15:10 GMT -5
Scar walked along the bridge, worn out from his day chop full of meeting with different people for Kelly. He had to run three seperate packages around the city and he was exhausted. He just wanted to go home and collapse in his bed. He'd already decided he was skipping out on work the next day. He was in no mood to haul crates around all morning.
Halfway across he noticed a lone figure a smirk crossed his face when he noticed how shapely she was. "Not safe to walk the bridge at night alone, lass." He thought all Brooklyn girls knew that. "Especially considering what's been going on these past few months." He paused about a foot from her, watching her carefully. He hadn't seen her face yet to know if it held up to what her body made her out to look like.
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Post by Shannon Murphy on Sept 21, 2009 10:24:18 GMT -5
Shannon had heard someone approaching so the sound of his voice didn't surprise her, nor the tone of it and she smirked to herself before turning to face the man. He looked tired, youthful sure, but seemed as though he had one hell of a day, she looked him over carefully, blue eyes sparkling a little as she leaned back against the bride and crossed her arms over her chest. "Aye, so I've been hearing," She reached up a hand to shove a dark red curl out of her eyes and smiled. "In my experience I've learned I can take care of meself."
Sean was going to have a few words for her when he found out she'd wandered down to the bridge at now...if he found out, which Shannon wasn't planning on telling him. It was just a simple walk and Shannon did indeed have experience taking care of herself, even if the city was unfamiliar. "But I suppose you are going to tell me I should be happy ye came along, aye?"
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Post by Scar Bourke on Sept 21, 2009 10:33:07 GMT -5
Scar smirked, "I don't know many that would claim otherwise but I wasn't going to tell you that. Seems I didn't have to you figured it out all on your own." He gave her a wink and took a drag of his cigarette. Every Brooklyn girl he'd ever met swore up and down they could take care of themselves. He wondered what would happen if he tested that theory. Of course he would come out victor in all of the fights. A woman was no match for a man no matter what she thought.
"Just letting you know that the city isn't safe. Figured most girls from the area know better." He raised an eyebrow at her, "You new to town or something?" He thought that would be an insult to anyone who wasn't new to town. He knew it would be if it were him. But then again it didn't take a whole hell'uva lot for him to be insulted.
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Post by Shannon Murphy on Sept 21, 2009 10:43:22 GMT -5
Shannon was smart enough to know if this man really wanted to harm her, he could do it without thought but she was quick and Sean had taught her enough about taking care of herself that she'd fight like hell until she couldn't any longer. But she also figured if he was going to attack, he'd have done so already without making small talk beforehand.
"Ach," Shannon said, shaking her head at his warning about the city. She'd been hearing things working at McGinty's, snatches of conversations from patrons and one of the other barmaids was wound tight with worry over her friends. "Aye, been here hardly a month. What gave me away, laddie? The accent or something else?" She questioned, arhcing an eyebrow back at him before glancing over the ledge again. "And I suppose ye'll be telling me a swim is out of the question then."
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