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Post by Administrator on Aug 30, 2008 21:32:54 GMT -5
Come on down to the bank of the river! The water can be a bit chilly!
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Sept 5, 2008 0:02:15 GMT -5
Ace pulled his hat back a little on his head as he stepped down to the bank, hands stuffed deep into his pockets and eyes taking in the view. He'd just gotten back, and even though Boston wasn't that far away, it had felt like an eternity until he'd seen the old New York streets. His home, as far as being born - was Cambridge. But he'd grown up, truly grown up, in the Bronx. He'd spent some great time here as a leader, made so many friends, and enemies.
It had been awhile, a year or so, and he wondered briefly if anyone would notice him. He looked down at himself for a moment, reconsidering his choice of words. Oh they'd notice him, but would they recognize him? His clothes were new, clean, fitting his frame more than his old hand me downs had ever. He didn't look like Ace, he looked like Danny. But still, the eyes were the same, the grin, his hair was longer, but he was liking it a little long nowadays. It was the rebel in him, the rebel that said he might have money to afford a haircut, didn't mean he had to get one.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Sept 5, 2008 0:06:48 GMT -5
Lucky was muttering as she made her way down the bank, she felt like things were out of her control and she hated it. She paused and straitened when she saw a man standing there looking around-- something struck her. She turned her head a little and started to run before she launched at the man. She knew those eyes and had a feeling he needed to get dirty. "Danny!" there were few that knew how close Miranda had been to the Bronx leader, closer then she'd ever been to Dodger who was a close friend. She just clung. He smelled, clean.
She missed smelling clean.
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Sept 5, 2008 0:12:50 GMT -5
Old instincts he'd thought he'd lost kicked in before he even heard her voice and he'd turned at the running, arms thrown out to catch her before he'd even fully realized who it was. Not that he could ever forget this one, but still. He wasn't used to women bodily throwing themselves at him as of late. He held her tightly and spun her off the ground, laughing softly into her ear before he put her down and held her at arms length before giving in and hugging her tightly again. "Well look at you." He really had missed her. She was the closet thing he had to a sister. Sister... slash trouble-finding partner slash best friend.
Slash whatever else he could think of at the moment, but his brain was sort of dead. He'd only been in New York for what... ten minutes? Seemed like it.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Sept 5, 2008 0:16:30 GMT -5
She was beaming, she was at least growing into herself. Her eyes were a bit brighter than they had been, her hair longer and a bit sleeker. Her form was even more slender and more woman, less girl. She hugged him as tightly as she dared, they had been so close it was scary-- the man she'd do about anything for.
"Look at me? Look at you Dan! You're all--- clean.." she beamed at him, god, she touched his cheek and then hugged him again, she missed him so much.
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Sept 5, 2008 0:19:49 GMT -5
She really was. It made his eyes widen and he'd suddenly realized just how long it had been. Oh he knew the date, knew the time frame, theoretically. But still... it was like a slap in the face. She was growing, whereas before it seemed like she was sort of standing still. It was what happened when you saw someone every day and then went away. He held her close, closing his eyes for a moment or two. This, yeah. This was what home felt like.
He chuckled at that and nodded, spreading his arms. "Guilty as charged, I'm afraid." His eyes glittered from under his hat before he caught her around the waist and effortlessly held her in his arms. "I can clean you up too." He swung his arms like he was going to throw her in the river, grinning.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Sept 5, 2008 0:23:07 GMT -5
She yelped and clung to him like a cat about to be tossed around, "Dont' you dare, Ace!" She hadn't realized how much she'd missed him, he brought some fun and light into her world that tended to be more violence and trouble. She looked at him threw green eyes that had seen many things, it was Danny. Here. "I missed you, ya know. Don't take off again alright?" So much had happened, from the thieves guild to the strike. She needed Danny to help her threw it. Because no matter how close she was to anyone-- this man was her best friend.
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Sept 5, 2008 0:29:39 GMT -5
Ace laughed quietly and set her down on her feet, though he didn't let her go. "You have no idea how long it's been since I've been called that." You could tell how genuinely happy he was, and how sincere. "I really missed you too." He smiled at her and kissed her cheek. "I'll do my very best." He knew about nothing, not a single thing. To him, New York was the way he'd left it. He'd be rather stunned to realize how far from that it was. He took her hand and brought her over to a cluster of boulders to their right. He perched himself on one and tugged her up with him. "What's been going on lately?"
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Sept 5, 2008 0:33:34 GMT -5
"Lately? Or since you been gone?" she tilted her head and fingered the necklace at her neck that Sneaks had given her when he'd told her he'd ask her to marry him one day when they were ready for it. She was still waiting really, she knew they'd get married. He'd be back soon enough. "God Danny... so much changed," she rested her head on his arm once they sat down, she needed to be able to be a girl and not a defender of Brooklyn for a little while. Ace had always allowed her that. "So much happened, The Racs are basically gone but Nicholas is still running around-- there was a TB outbreak-- lots of people died.."
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Sept 5, 2008 0:38:53 GMT -5
"Since I've been gone. Its been a while." He saw the necklace but didn't say anything about it, knowing she'd give him more than he'd be able to handle in one sitting anyway. So he was prepared to hear it all, digest it, and then ask questions. He had one arm wrapped around her, easily, like they'd never even broken apart, like he'd never left. It was simply effortless. "How much?" He had a small feeling he'd regret asking that question.
He had always allowed her that much, and more if he could help it. His eyes widened a touch at what he heard and he brushed a strand of her hair from her face. "Anyone... I know?" He asked softly before he bit his lip. "How's Sneaks doing?" He'd left without saying goodbye to a lot of people, he just couldn't actually say the words at the time.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Sept 5, 2008 0:43:59 GMT -5
"No, I don't think anyone you knew. Moira got really ill--- Sneaks caught it.." She looked up at him then, managed a smile. He knew her inside and out, "I didn't get it, just like when Mama had it and I didn't feel a thing. I got kicked out of Brooks for awhile, pissed off Spot so bad he told me to take Boxer and go.." She was so glad she could be a girl, it had been getting on her nerves so much lately. That she was growing and becoming a woman and still felt like she was pretending to be a boy. "He forgave me but--" she turned into his arms and held on closing her eyes.
She clung to the necklace around her neck and chuckled a little, "Sneaks is in Atlantic City making money-- he said he'd be back..." It had been months. But she always waited it was almost pathetic how such a strong woman would wait so diligently for a man to come home.
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Sept 5, 2008 0:49:49 GMT -5
It was a relief, that they were okay. He was glad she was okay. He wouldn't have really known what to do with himself if he'd come back only to be told she was gone. He knew he'd go back to Boston and never, ever show his face to New York again. But that would be because it would be too painful. "Pissing off Spot isn't a pass-time that is really beneficial to your health." He chirped, grinning wryly. Oh, she could be a woman. Could be a boy too, but he rather thought she was better at being a woman and herself. Whoever said there couldn't be strong women? He happened to know quite a lot of them.
He snorted at that and nodded. "He will be." He knew that for a fact, and he didn't need to hear anything else about the situation. It was just the kind of person Sneaks was, though he could admit he'd never found anyone that even came close to that man. Never would either.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Sept 5, 2008 0:54:17 GMT -5
She laughed, "Lets see, as far as I know I'm the only person he's ever really--- forgiven in a sense but it's not the same really.." she sighed, it was the truth of it, that she and Spot were still not really talking and for the most part he just left her alone.
When he spoke of Sneaks she smiled, but it was a little sad too. "It's been so damn lonely Danny.." she could admit that, here, with him and no one else around to hear her. "I miss him so much and he's not here but I know he'll come back." How could she say she could only be this with a few men-- a few people. She didn't have to be tough as hell all the time. She could just be-- Miri.
"How about you?" she lifted her chin to smile at him. "I'll tell you more later but how are you?"
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on Sept 5, 2008 1:01:28 GMT -5
"I can imagine." He really could. He wasn't sure how much things had changed, wasn't sure if he could still function in a place he'd called his home just a little while ago. But he'd manage. He looked at her and brushed his knuckles across her cheek. "I know you do." He could see it, and he just smiled to make her feel better. As much as he could anyway. "But I'm back now, bella, and he'll be back soon enough."
She didn't have to be tough when she was around him, she could be herself and just let it all go. That was something he'd made sure she understood a long time ago. He was her friend, and as a friend... well... he was here for her in any way he could be. He groaned lightly when the attention was turned to him and he grinned. "Well... I'm okay I suppose. A little more rich than I was when I left." Okay, a lot more. But that wasn't entirely his fault. "I'm thinking of getting myself an apartment."
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Sept 5, 2008 1:08:31 GMT -5
At his gestures she softened more and she smiled at the old nickname he'd given her when they were children and she wasn't really so much a street child as she was now. She wasn't a child-- she couldn't be. She didn't want to be she was at the place to start growing up.
She shifted and settled against him, before laughing, "Oh lord help us, my rich boy is more rich then he was when he left us.." And there was a lot of love in those words. She had money too-- she was an heiress just ignored it all so she could run wild.
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