The Boat Docks

[Administrator]

This is where the huge boats come to dock get and take passengers and cargo as well.

[allyhatchet]

(This area looks incredibly empty )

A way that one might wish to provoke a memory would be to visit a place, touch, smell, taste or sight that would remind you of it. Likewise, a way to avoid a painful one would be to stay away from such thought provoking things. So why would someone who is trying to avoid such painful memories find herself in the one place in New York that could bring them back? That is the question.

Ally found herself shuffling down one of the cargo storage docks, where there was limited to no activity. It was nearly sunset, so the docks surrounding were beginning to quiet, and the more respectable folks were starting for their homes, and the gamblers, drunks, and all around night owls were beginning to emerge. She had spent many a night laying out on the docks back home with her father, just counting stars and talking about life. It seemed like such a distant and faraway place now.

She wrapped her arms around her body, having forgot to bring a shawl and starting to feel the chill of night, and stopped when she got to the end of the dock. She didn't really know why she was there... Maybe it was to feel a bit of emotion? Maybe to be alone? No, not to be alone. She was already alone far too often. Perhaps it was her way of marking a new chapter in her life. Starting something new. She took a deep breath and then sat down, dangling her legs over the side, and not really paying any attention to the rope tied to the dock that caught her foot on the way down.

[Eddi Kiersted]

Edvard sat on the dock--his back resting against a heavy crate--quietly strumming his guitar, enjoying the peace that often came at this time of day at the docks. He began plucking at the strings of his guitar, strumming random chords which slowly turned into Bach's Double Concerto.

As he strummed the last chord, Eddi heard the shuffling of feet down the walkway of the dock. He quietly set his guitar down beside him and watched as the sound of shuffling feet turned into the form of a girl as she came into his sight. Sitting quietly, tucked away between some crates, Eddi began to watch her for a few minutes before he would give himself away.

She was obviously chilled wrapping her arms around herself, and she seemed to have a melancholy look about her as she sat down on the edge of the dock a few feet away. Deciding that he should probably should make his presence known, before she caught him and got scared or something. Standing up slowly and quietly, he bagan to make himself somewhat presentable--he brushed the dust off his pants, smoothed the wrinkles from his coat, and swept his bangs off to the side out of his eyes with his hand--then he swung his guitar onto his back, and cleared his throat to get her attention.

When she turned in his direction, he smiled and greeted her in his subtle Danish accent, "Hey there. Hope I didn't scare ya, Miss."

[allyhatchet]

Ally heard a throat clear behind her, making her jump slightly. A thousand scenarios ran through her mind in the bare moment she had to turn and face the person. For all she knew, she was about to meet a robber, a murder, or a drunk. Her gaze instead fell upon a blonde haired boy, looking to be around her age, with a guitar strapped to his back.

She studied him for moment, trying to figure out what his intentions might be, and if she should speak to him, or run away. Although, now that she thought about it - he was blocking her escape, and the only way she could run would be to jump into the icy water and swim away. That thought did not sit well with her...

"Hey there. Hope I didn't scare ya, Miss."

So he had made the decision for her and spoken first? Alright, she could work with that. His accent sounded foreign, but she couldn't quite place it.

"Naw, I don't scare too awful easy." she said in her thick southern accent, giving a sort of half smile. It was a complete lie though. In the few moments between the cleared throat and it took her turn around, she had in fact experienced a mini heart attack inside. She was still undecided as to her plan of action. For the meantime though, she would continue sitting on the dock, and pretending to be calm.

[Eddi Kiersted]

"Naw, I don't scare too awful easy."

Eddi chuckled to himself at her response. Clearly that had been a lie, he saw the fear in her eyes when she turned around. For all she knew he could be some crazy person or a mobster, and girls left alone on the streets at night didn't fair too well with either unless they were Brooklyn Girls.

Noticing her eyes wandering back and forth between him and trying to find any opening to get away, like a cornered mouse, Eddi shifted to the side a little--giving her a way out--to show her he wasn't trapping her. He gave her his most charming smile and extended his hand feeling she might relax if he introduced himself. "My name is Edvard Sergei Keirsted, but everyone calls me Eddi. I work here at the docks. What's your name, min smukke fremmede?"




_{Today's Danish lesson: min smukke fremmede-my beautiful stranger}

[allyhatchet]

As he shifted to the side, Ally relaxed a little. He extended his hand in a friendly manner, and she hesitated a moment.

"My name is Edvard Sergei Keirsted, but everyone calls me Eddi. I work here at the docks. What's your name, min smukke fremmede?"

She had no idea what that last part meant, but it sounded sweet, and it made her fight back a small giggle. She went to stand up from her seated position on the dock in order to shake his hand as gracefully as she could, but the stray rope had tightened like a noose the moment she pulled against it, keeping her foot hanging off the dock while she awkwardly stood on the edge balancing. She bit her lip, wondering how exactly she had managed to get tied to the dock.

"I'm Ally Hatchet.." she replied, trying not look entirely ridiculous as she wiggled her foot around and tried to keep her balance as gracefully and inconspicuously as she could. She almost wanted to laugh at herself.

"So - you play the guitar?" she asked gesturing to the instrument. She didn't really know why she was talking to this stranger, but it felt good. Sometimes a person needed a little companionship, and she had been so lonely for so long.

[Sean O'Malley]

((NEW DAY-- CLOSED))

It’d been a mistake, all of it. Sean had been the man that had laughed his life away, knew his way around a gun, and around the gangs and the fighting. He could use his fists as well as anyone and he wasn’t ashamed of it. He wasn’t ashamed of his life or of how he’d lived it up to this point. He’d seen things, done things that most men hadn’t ever done. He’d laughed and loved and lived a good life.

He heard the sound of the gun exploding behind him, the pain that brought him to his knees was something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Been a good while since he’d been shot. Chuckling ruefully he lifted his head and looked up at the man that was standing over him, giving him a smirk. He could feel the warmth slowly slipping out of him, blood trailing the corners of his lips as she flashed a smile. Leave it, he could see the glint of the sun off of the gun as it was raised to his face. He couldn’t see the man that leveled the gun and really he didn’t care. It was a hit and nothing more, his brother’s had done things like this before.

“Well lad,” Sean managed to cough, lifting his eyes to the sun shine as he considered where he was going. Would it be heaven? Would it be hell? The thought crossed his mind that he couldn’t leave yet, he had too much to take care of. Bridgette, who would take care of his sunshine of a baby sister with him gone? He’d have to haunt that little bastard from Queens or something. Someone had too. “This all you’ve got?” He coughed, blood coming from his mouth as he bent over, on his knees, he knew he was going to die on his knees. But he would die with a smirk.

Shannon love, he prayed. Please be happy for me. I’m sorry I can’t be the lad to make ya smile but if this lad you’re with has any sense he’ll cherish ya for all ya are. Don’t get down, smile brave and send me off with a real Irish wake. Promsie me aye?

Another sound echoed throughout the dock, echoing off of the ships and the warehouses. The sound of a body hitting the stone was unmistakable, but he was still smiling as he felt the warmth drain from him body. He could hear it, barely under the noise as he felt them pushing him towards the water. Though he was still grinning, didn’t that beat all? They were going to toss him in the Hudson.

The passing thought in his mind came to his baby sister, the look on her face when she’d hear what had happened. When they found him, ach, little Bridge, don’t cry for me. Don’t do what I know you’ll do and be sad. Send me off with a smile pretty one, and don’t forget that you’re loved. Big hearted lass you are.

He smiled, remembering something his da had said to him when he’d been a lad. Feeling the cool water surround him as his world started to go back. Sean, lad. May you be at the gates of heaven, before the devil knows you’re dead. And that was his plan.

[Shannon Murphy]

<New Day - Closed>

There were other places that Shannon should be, things and people that needed her time and attention, especially now. She should be checking in on Bridgette, but last she checked Styx had been there taking care of things and the truth of it was, Shannon needed a moment. She needed some time to process everything because since she'd first heard of Sean's death it had been one thing after another and she'd been keeping herself busy being strong for everyone, while deep inside her heart felt like a piece of it had been ripped out and would never heal. Which was why she stood here at the edge of the dock, staring into the water that had swallowed up her dearest friend in his final moments.

"Bloody bastard," She murmured, though the words had no bite as she looked at the dark depths that lapped against the wooden posts of the dock, seemingly gentle and calm. "Ye had to go and leave me..." A tear slipped down her cheek and Shannon lifted a hand to wipe it away, feeling her lip quiver a little as she struggled to keep control on her shifting and whirling emotions. It didn't seem real that Sean was gone, not really real. And the truth of it was just beginning to seep into Shannon's bones and it was like her soul was being ripped to pieces with the horrid reality of it all.

They had never been able to explain their connection, it was a thread that seemed to bind them when they were young and never gone away. It seemed that they had almost come out of the womb connected, tearing into trouble as youngsters and finding ways to make the most of bad situations. He could make her laugh with simply a gaze and understood her better than any other soul that she had known - and despite the danger that often lurked around their lives, she had never imagined hers without him in it. They had been more than friends, they had been soulmates in perhaps the only way you could without truly being in love and the loss of him was just beginning to rip at the core of her.

"I hope ye know I loved you," She said softly, tears now coming more quickly than she could wipe them away and Shannon gave up, focusing instead on the water and she thought she could conjure Sean's laughing face on the reflection of it. For what it's worth, she had loved him, as deeply and surely as she could - though it had been an undefinable and uncertain thing, more than friends and siblings but different than what she was beginning to feel for Banshee. And Shannon was certain that there was a piece of her heart and soul that would always belong to Sean O'Malley, the pieces that were now open and bleeding at the thought that he was really and truly gone.

The thought that she would never have another laughing dance around McGinty's while Bridgette played, or run dashing through the streets when trouble found them, or spend a late night talking about all the things that mattered. The tears came in a torrent now and Shannon found herself falling to the dock, her knees crumbling beneath her as she finally completely let loose the ball of fear and anger and sadness that had been sitting in her gut since she had first heard they'd found Sean's body. It was a long time before the sobs quieted and passed and she sucked in shuddering breaths of air as a smile finally quirked it's way across her features. "I hope ye are givin' 'em hell," She said, shaking her head a little as she realized there wasn't much else that Sean O'Malley could could give a soul, it's how he had lived and she knew without a doubt it was how he had died.

"I miss you," She said, finding her voice growing a little bit stronger as she shifted her gaze towards the sky. "I'll miss ye every day I take a breath, but I make ye the promise that I'll be there for Bridge. I'll do everything I can for her and she will know ye loved her as surely as I'm standing here." A fresh wave of tears threatened and she battled them back, knowing that her time for mourning in solitude must come to a close as she had promises that she needed to keep. "And I know ye loved me." She pressed her hand to her chest and then pushed herself to standing, smoothing her skirts and wiping at her eyes, feeling her strength returning.

"Watch over us laddie, please? And know ye are not forgotten." With a final look out over the water, Shannon straightened her shoulders and turned, walking down the wooden dock with purpose. She'd lost a piece of her heart when Sean O'Malley left this world, but she had a lifetime to make him proud and a life to live just as he would want her too. She intended on doing just that, even if it meant her days were a little less bright; she knew he'd be there in the stars.

[Scar Bourke]

NEW DAY ~ OPEN

Scar lifted the crate in front of him with the ease of someone who had been lifting heavy objects most of his life. He was dressed in warmer clothes since the fall weather was finally starting to set in. It didn't help that he was working on the docks where it was always a few degrees colder with the water there. Honestly he didn't mind the colder weather, at least not the fall weather. It was winter that he really wasn't looking forward to. He needed a new pair of boots before it got too much colder out. Of course that meant doing more side jobs then he really cared to, but he'd suffered through worse. He just liked having the freedom he'd enjoyed over the summer to do pretty much what he wanted when he wanted to do it. Now he was going to be too busy with working to do much other then grab a pint or two at McGinty's before he went home.

He set the crate he'd unloaded from the boat down with the others before he walked back onto the boat for another. There were two other guys unloading the boat with him but judging by the way they were each carrying the same crate down together, he was going to be doing the majority of the unloading of this boat. He was used to that though. Most people knew better then to try to approach him to help them lift something they couldn't lift themselves unless of course they wanted to be ridiculed. The dock workers understood that he liked to work alone and that meant being left alone by them.

[Amelia MacKenna]

Amelia had her arms folded, a woman gazing out into the obyss in her own way. The docks where a busy place but she didn't care. There was tell that Lia was dead inside, and she didn't care who died or lived. It was the truth in a fashion, a bitter angry fashion actually. She hated strongly and her cool demeanor wasn't downplayed, eyes watching the unloading as if she were overseeing the delivery. Perhaps she was.

Raising her head and the cool demeanor she reflected cast out to the water as she kept her arms folded. She looked like a dignified lady, she'd never been that but she could and often did fake it. Who cared about those that come and went, life was to be taken and spent by your own hands.

Turning her head she spotted one of the men lowering one of the crates and she motioned them to the cart that was waiting for one of the crates. Whatever was in the crates was her own business as far as she was concerned. The man she had driving the cart didn't seem to want to argue with the cool woman. It was smarter that way.

[Scar Bourke]

Scar didn't even notice the small woman, but then again he hardly noticed anyone when he was working. Not unless they came too close to him, then he noticed them but probably not in the way they wanted to be noticed. He did however hear one of the other workers calling out his name and motioning for him to move the crates to the cart. He gave a short nod and continued haul the crate he was currently holding to the cart. He set it down before retrieving the previously unloaded crate and setting it on top of the other.

When the cart was finished being loaded he removed his gloves and leaned against a pile of crates before lighting a cigarette and taking a deep drag. If all of the crates were going to be loaded into a cart he expected he had a spare few moments while they unloaded that one and brought it back. Plus this was his last ship to unload for the day and he was half-tempted to leave it for the two new guys to finish. He knew his bosses wouldn't care, they never did because he was one of the best workers there.

[Amelia MacKenna]

Her cat like eyes cast to the man as he came off the docks, Bourke? She tried not to snort as she turned those direct cool eyes to the men that kept loading. She had to deliver this to the Racs, otherwise things would be in a bad way last she recalled. Tilting her chin a bit she as she watched the man light a smoke. What a strange man he seemed familiar, but she didn't want to do much on it. Instead she turned to the men that were loading the cart and gave a crisp command to be careful as there were valuables in the crates.

Her hand moved to her forehead and she let out a long slow breath, she was a pale sort. Not at all sickly but she could fake it should the opportunity come to call, why did he look familiar to her? Wrinkling her nose a bit at the nagging familiarity she moved to the cart and told her driver where to take the crates, hand on her hip as she lifted her head. Her tone dared an argument, her eyes challenged it as well. Unable to avoid the nagging she straightened and walked over to the man. Hmm.

"Might I make an inquiry?" she spoke high class, no one would guess she was the daughter of a whore.

[Scar Bourke]

Scar turned his head towards the voice as a sneer snaked it's way across his features. "Do I look like I'll stop you princess?" He most likely wouldn't respond either but he did wonder what exactly she wanted to inquire about. His eyes raked her body and although she looked somewhat familiar he couldn't place her and just figured she may have been one of the many he'd taken to his bed when he was drunk.

He took another deep drag from his cigarette, his eyes narrowing as he waited for her response. He didn't appreciate having his smoke break interrupted even if it was by a female with a body as fine as hers. All he wanted to do was finish work and get to McGinty's. Maybe he'd even see Daisy there or find a willing woman to take home for the night.

[Amelia MacKenna]

That sneer, she tilted her head back a bit to give him her own once over. Yes, she had a very strong feeling she knew him. And knew him well, a slow smile crossed her face but it seemed cold, there was no warmth to this woman. Her eyes were as cold and direct as her smile, "Princess is it?" her accent, mixed with the Irishmen she was raised with and the strong clash of Brooklyn couldn't hide the humor. She kind of thought it was funny, who'd last called her Princess? She couldn't recall though the regal air she had she'd earned through doing what needed doing.

"You remind me of someone," she replied, eyes crossing over him as if she were dissecting him. Amelia ever logical, everything was a puzzle to be taken apart and analyzed. Especially people.

[Scar Bourke]

He simply quirked an eyebrow when she questioned the nickname he used. Scar took another drag from his cigarette and stared at her expectantly, waiting for her to get to the point. "Oh, aye?" He questioned as he finished his cigarette before stubbing it out. He wasn't going to be a prick to her just yet and claim the reason he figured she was familiar is because she'd slept with him. He couldn't be sure of that anyway so he just kept it to himself.