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Post by Joe on Jun 2, 2008 16:59:34 GMT -5
>>>New Day>>>>
Joe walked into McGinty's. He was restless, itching for something. Looking for a fight, banter and a cold hard drink might just fill that restlessness. Maybe a dame for the night. He didn't know. Sitting on a bar stool his eyes scanned the dimly lit bar, his boot scuffing the bar of his stool, he nodded for a drink and waited. His gaze dark. The Newsies would be pouring in soon.
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Post by corsair on Jun 12, 2008 20:06:27 GMT -5
<<New Day>>
Corsair entered the pub, his favorite place to be when he wasn't working, drinking. He stepped lightly through the door, an almost excited on his smile on his face. He walked up to the bar, scanning the people around him of habit to see if anyone would be potentially 'interesting'. He ordered a beer and turned around without sitting down, leaning against the end of the bar. His dark eyes looked around the room half heartedly as he took a swig of his drink.
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Post by nick on Jun 12, 2008 20:12:12 GMT -5
Nicholas had been nursing the same beer for about an hour. It had been mostly forgotten, pouring over a few things with one of his hired goons. Work was work, and sadly that meant forgoing too much alcohol. Glancing over at the newly entered man, he quirked an eyebrow. He seemed...familiar...but Nicholas dealt with a lot of people on a daily basis.
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Post by corsair on Jun 12, 2008 20:17:10 GMT -5
It seems to be a sixth sense for most people, someone looks at you and you suddenly know it, and even though you don't know who it is, you always seem to look in the exact direction that the look is coming from. Corsair, being who he was, was exceptionally good at this 'sixth' sense. As he felt the eyes of someone upon him and he returned the gaze, even through the darkness of the pub he could tell that this guy was pretty powerful.
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Post by nick on Jun 12, 2008 21:53:12 GMT -5
Nicholas smirked, watching the other man, as a fellow predator watches one of his ilk. He nodded in acknowledgement, beckoning the man closer if he so chose to talk. If he didn't, no matter. There was always more associates to be had.
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Post by corsair on Jun 12, 2008 22:26:44 GMT -5
Corsair smirked and nodded in return, taking another swig of his beer he stood up straight and walked towards Nicholas. His eyes scanning every person he passed. As a rather love struck looking guy passed him, hurrying after a not so beautiful looking girl, he easily swipped his wallet and pocketed it in one smooth motion without being noticed. As he reached Nicholas' table, he suddenly knew why he looked so familar. Nicholas Goodwell, Queens leaders of the Raconteurs. He smirked in greeting and sat in an empty chair.
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Post by nick on Jun 13, 2008 19:38:39 GMT -5
"Ahh...thought I knew the face. Never forget one." Nicholas pulled out a cigarette, before offering Cosair one. "Beer? Anything you'd care to drink?" He waved away his goons, who disappeared into the darkness.
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Post by corsair on Jun 13, 2008 19:49:09 GMT -5
Corsair grinned and set his beer bottle on the table. "Hey there Nick." He smirked and took the offered cigarette. "Thanks." He put it between his lips, pulled out a match, struck it against the table, and watched the flame for a moment before lighting the cigarette. He breathed it in deeply and blew out the smoke, before turning his attention back to Nicholas.
"So, how has business been?" He wasn't about to ask what his 'friends' were up to now, he learned early not to get too involved with things like that. It was nice to see another familiar face now that he was back in New York, it almost felt like, for one fleeting moment that he had never left. He had wondered if all his old acquaintances would appear sometimes, it was nice to know that maybe they hadn't all disappeared.
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Post by nick on Jun 14, 2008 22:10:00 GMT -5
"Nicholas." He corrected. He didn't like to be associated with Nick, who had now been either killed or summarily gotten rid of--Nicholas never said much. He took a sip of his high dollar whiskey, taking a drag of his own cigarette, watching Cosair.
"Business is always good. Always make sure it's good." He chuckled. "I'm surprised to see you back in New York...stakes were raised...you and your guild disappaited into the wind.."
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Post by corsair on Jun 16, 2008 19:04:08 GMT -5
"Nicholas." Corsair repeated. He had forgotten he didn't like to be called Nick. He smiled. Of course business was good, always was, and he didn't expect any less from the Raconteurs. He took another drink of his beer, his cigarette now burning slowly in his fingers.
"Surprised? Well I don't know why you should be surprised that ...I'm back..." He almost said 'we're back' but decided against it. "Well, it was a tough situation, and we thought it best to leave for a bit. I don't suppose we ever planned on staying gone for too long."
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Post by nick on Jun 17, 2008 16:17:27 GMT -5
"Mmmm..sure, right." Nicholas chuckled, lacing his fingers together on the table. "Well, considering this is my territory now, it is curious you'd show your face again, around me." He smiled. "You are either stupid, or have some form of an idea...and need my help."
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Post by corsair on Jun 17, 2008 16:25:08 GMT -5
All of a sudden Corsair remembered everything that had happened between them and the Raconteurs. Apparently, however, they were even tougher then before. Corsair looked around the pub, taking another drag of his cigarette. The truth was, he hadn't come here to meet anyone, he had expected a night alone. He wasn't actually doing anything yet, and neither was Marauder.
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Post by nick on Jun 19, 2008 20:40:21 GMT -5
Nicholas smirked, taking a sip of his whiskey. "Well, let me put it this way. I know you will be coming up with something. I know your kind...I just suggest you come to me if you need something...instead of going around me." He paused, looking disinterested. "Where is Bucky?"
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Post by corsair on Jun 19, 2008 20:55:09 GMT -5
Corsair returned his gaze back to Nicholas. What he said made sense, and he was in no planning on doing anything behind his back. No one in their right mind would be stupid enough to do that. When Nicholas mentioned Bucky, Corsair didn't say anything for a moment. The question threw him off guard and he wasn't sure how much he should tell the Raconteurs. "Bucky...not really sure..." He said nonchalantly.
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Post by nick on Jun 19, 2008 21:22:54 GMT -5
Nicholas looked at his cigarette, watching the embers. "Hmm..." He said nothing more, just smiling slightly. He knew more than he was letting on, but he wasn't about to say what was going on. "Well is it just you here, in the city, then?"
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