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Post by Naomi Talbot on Sept 30, 2009 0:48:21 GMT -5
She shook her head at his words, "You're wrong about that, Bryce." There was no man better for her, because she'd never wanted another man. No other than Bryce. Even meeting so young, he'd helped shape the woman she'd become. Despite the efforts of others to dictate who she should be.
She smiled softly and folded her arms across her chest as she felt the weight of it settle over her. Bryce was actually here, she tilted her head and watched him quietly. "No one was you.. it didn't work..."
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Post by Bryce Andrews on Sept 30, 2009 6:06:41 GMT -5
It was a conversation that would run them in circles, Bryce knew that, with Bryce insisting she was wrong and Naomi standing her ground and the thought of how familiar that was almost made him laugh. It was good in a way to discover that some things hadn't changed, despite all the obvious things that had. He remember the way she used to look at him, as though he had hung the moon and hoped that she'd learned he was human, oh so incredibly human.
"I don't deserve the stars in your eyes," He said softly, shaking his head and looking into her eyes for a moment, battling with how much to reveal to the beautiful woman that had stole so much of him all those years ago. "I've done things. You wouldn't be proud." Was all that he would admit before looking away as the air in the room grew suddenly stifling.
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Post by Naomi Talbot on Sept 30, 2009 16:29:41 GMT -5
"So've I," she shot back but resigned with a sigh, rubbing her arms with her hands as she shook her head. Oh they were always like this, the more things changed the more they stayed the same. "Suppose we'll have to take time to be disappointed that we're both stupid and human." she shifted on her feet and glanced over at him, letting out a breath. It was like beating her head against a solid brick wall, worse was she knew Bryce wouldn't move an inch. Her solid wall.
"Where are you staying now?" she had allowed herself to look away as she'd scowled at the floor, frustrated almost like she'd been constantly as a younger woman. But she still felt he hung the moon and the stars. Sighing and letting the frustration go she looked back at him.
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Post by Bryce Andrews on Sept 30, 2009 17:28:52 GMT -5
He knew there was nothing that she could do that would come close to the things that dirtied his hands and marked his soul. He also knew that Naomi wasn't one to care but that didn't mean he was going to burden her with the ugliness of his past, she deserved better...so much better. They were both hard headed mules when it came to these things, had gone a couple rounds in the past, but Bryce was never one to give, not when he thought where he stood was right.
"Apartment over on Webster," He said, admiring how the scowl made her eyes darken to a blue almost as deep as the ocean water he sailed over on. The truth was, he probably had enough money stored away for some place nicer, his work had been dirty but lucrative, but he kept that saved away, not wanting to flaunt it around town. So he rented a place cheap and picked up the job at the docks to keep his hands and body busy, because idle ones were never good for him. "Picked up a job down at the docks in Harlem, pays well enough."
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Post by Naomi Talbot on Sept 30, 2009 22:39:23 GMT -5
"And they never ask for more than a first name at the docks," she remarked easily with a sigh. Her hip tilted and she sighed. Well she knew she was between a rock and a hard place and she really should get back to work. Though she wasn't sure if she wanted too. The air was still heavy and she took a step towards him.
"If you need anything, Bryce. Anything at all." She'd already said it but she wanted him to believe it. She needed him to believe it. Because she felt it deep down.
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Post by Bryce Andrews on Sept 30, 2009 22:53:01 GMT -5
"Some things never change," Bryce murmured at her comment about not asking more than first names. It had been one of the attractions besides the fair wages and physical labor. Bryce wanted to keep a low profile and the others working the docks never asked prodding questions and generally left him alone beyond offering the occasional cigarette or general topics as they waited for the next shipments.
She stepped closer and Bryce could smell the almost exotic smelling scent that he had always associated with Naomi and was transported for a moment, vivid images of their past together twisting with the woman standing in front of him. She made the offer and he lifted a hand to cup the back of her neck, thumb stroking over creamy skin as he drew her closer and pressed his mouth against her forehead. "I know, baby doll...I know."
He allowed the moment to linger, tilting his head and nuzzling his nose into her hair for a brief moment before releasing her and stepping back, the moment to charged, his nerves too raw. "You should probably get back."
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Post by Naomi Talbot on Sept 30, 2009 23:04:24 GMT -5
Her eyes slid closed when he tugged her close, her head turning as she felt him close to her. She could smell him, overwhelmed with the old familiar scent. It drew her close and her fingers held onto his shirt when he kissed her forehead, it was bitters sweet to hear his words. She knew, she could feel the tug that had always drew them together. And she tried to keep the tears away.
He let her go after he lingered and she let her hands slide down his chest as he backed away, suggesting she should get back. Her system was on high alert, all she could do was close her eyes and nod. "Yeah you are probably right, after all.." the show must go on. She caught his sleeves and pressed her lips to his cheek only briefly before she settled down and sighed. Though she hadn't moved.
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Post by Bryce Andrews on Sept 30, 2009 23:10:37 GMT -5
The feel of her hands on his chest, the curve of her body pressed against his and the look on her face as he pulled away could have been enough to undo Bryce on the spot. Everything was an odd mix of familiarity and unfamiliarity. A shared past and the years that seperated them and everything that prevented Bryce from just sweeping Naomi into his arms and beginning what might have started back when they had both been just teenagers.
She stood on tiptoe and kissed him softly, her lips against his cheeks burning long after she had pulled back. Her fingers still linger on the sleeve of his shirt, her eyes still watched him and he knew distance was what we needed. "Go Naomi," He said softly, though his tone warning her not to fight him on this. "I'm not going anywhere, baby doll...I promise. Just...you should go."
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Post by Naomi Talbot on Oct 1, 2009 14:28:32 GMT -5
She sighed and pressed her free hand to her forehead before she let her hand fall from his sleeve, slipping out the door she'd tugged him threw. Though it seemed like her past and present were colliding in a battle she hadn't anticipated, she wanted so badly to beg him to not leave her. But his tone, she knew that tone well enough not to argue wit him.
No matter how much it hurt she let the door close behind her as she went to take care of her show, her place and her people. Even though her heart ached.
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Post by Bryce Andrews on Oct 1, 2009 14:45:52 GMT -5
He watched her go, felt an ache in his heart as the door clicked closed behind her and he was left alone in the room with the scent of her lingering in the air around him. It was an unexpected turn that life had just thrown at him, plunging Naomi back in his path and teasing him of what might have been. No matter how much restraint he had shown with her, the fact remained that what had once existed between them hadn't ever left and still had a stronghold on him.
"Oh Naomi," He said softly into the emptiness of the room, wishing he could ease the worry in her blue eyes. He'd meant what he said, he wasn't going to leave her again...not now that he'd just found her again. But he couldn't just step right back into the past, he couldn't be the man that he was, too much had happened and he wasn't sure she was prepared for the truth of his past.
With a resolute sigh and mental shake, Bryce determined that mulling over his feelings the back room of Naomi's dance hall weren't going to get him anywhere. walking over he yanked open the door and stepped back out into the bustle of the bar, promising himself he'd come and see Naomi again soon.
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Post by Scar Bourke on Jan 2, 2010 20:44:19 GMT -5
*NEW DAY* Scar sank into a seat at the bar as he glanced around the place. He hadn't come to Caprice Hall before and there was a good reason for that, he didn't feel in his element here. It was just a little too fancy for his tastes. He'd take a pint from McGinty's over this place any day of the week. Unfortunately he had some business to conduct and this was the place for the meet. Studying the patrons he ordered a double shot of whiskey and pulled out a cigarette. Rolling the cigarette between his fingers he began assessing the people around him. He didn't like to be kept waiting and his patience was already beginning to fade away. He had a nasty feeling that he wasn't going to be meeting anyone tonight and he was rightly pissed. He'd have a word with his boss if this turned out to be a wild goose hunt. Heaving a sigh, Scar lit the cigarette and took a deep drag before downing his drink and ordering another. He hoped this place at least had a few good games of poker going on or he might very well pick a fight with someone to amuse himself. |
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Post by Sarah Williams on Jan 3, 2010 19:17:02 GMT -5
Sarah had just finished a short round of the floor, working the crowd a bit after her performance on stage and though she really wasn't in the mood for the questions and sly come-ons of the clientele, she knew it was part of the job. Men put money in her pocket because they thought she was available, no reason to burst that bubble over a slightly foul mood and desire to be alone. She settled in at the bar, ordering herself a whiskey and smiling a thanks when it was produced quickly and she took a long sip before pulling out a cigarette and searching for her lighter.
"Damn it," She cursed softly when her search came up empty and wondered if she'd left it back on the dresser in her dressing room, which she had a habit of doing from time to time. Now she was left with an unlit cigarette and an unwillingness to forge back out into the crowd of patrons to find the first man willing to offer her a light, because the cost would be no doubt mind numbing and uninteresting conversation. She cast her eyes around the bar, the bartender now distracted and the nearest person to her at the bar was a dark, handsome, brooding man who looked as though the last thing he wanted was to be bothered.
But damn she really wanted that cigarette. Sighing, Sarah rubbed at her forehead before turning and plastering on her best smile, hoping perhaps to just get a light and move on. "Excuse me, handsome, you got a light?"
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Post by Jim Turner on Jan 7, 2010 22:18:30 GMT -5
Jim brought the somewhat brooding gentleman his second drink without much thought, keeping most of his attention focused on the rowdy crowd at the other end of the bar. Of course, the arrival of Sarah left the raucous bunch all but abandoned; Jim being exceptionally attentive to the Caprice ladies. He offered a slight nod in response to her thanks for the drink before busying himself at the sink, but he couldn't keep his eyes from occasionally flicking in her direction. At her muttered curse when she pulled out a cigarette Jim smirked, drying his hands and tossing the towel over his shoulder as he sauntered over.
"Excuse me, handsome, you got a light?"
The sound of Jim's match lighting answered the question before the man beside Sarah could respond, and as he held out the small flame the slightest hint of a smirk appeared beneath his ever-apathetic demeanor.
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Post by Sarah Williams on Jan 25, 2010 20:34:12 GMT -5
A slow smile curled across Sarah's lips at the appearance of Jim in front of her, the desired light readily at hand. "Thanks sugar," Sarah offered, taking a long drag off the cigarette with a relieved breath and leaving the brooding man to his own devices as she turned her attention to the bartender. Though she had been working at Caprice for several months now, her occasions to really talk to Jim had been rare, the crowd usually to thick and their paths only crossing on occasion.
"What'd you do to make them all scatter?" She asked him, making a motion towards the other end of the bar which had been filled with the rowdy sort of men that usually filled the dance hall. She grinned as she reached for her whiskey, taking a long sip and for a moment, just reveling in the fact that she wasn't having to make casual conversation with a man who was more interested in her body than her eyes.
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Post by Jim Turner on Jan 25, 2010 21:21:35 GMT -5
Jim gave a small nod in response to her thanks and leaned casually on his elbow, not particularly anxious to get back to work. He didn't know Sarah well, but found most of the Caprice women fascinating. It wasn't often one was able to have such real conversations with those of the opposite sex, something that was very much due to the strict societal mores of the time. Jim found that there was something specifically unique about the Caprice women who made their own way in the world, and though it earned them his respect, it was their very indifference toward such things that was so very appealing.
At her question he followed her gaze to the end of the bar, noticing mildly that the large group he had ignored in favor of her company had given up their wait and left. He shrugged. "Drunk bums, I'm just helpin' 'em kick the drink." His dark eyes flicked to hers, the slightest glint of mischief in their depths giving him away. "'Course, Talbot doesn't need ta know does she?"
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