Train Yards -- Front Area

[Administrator]

Where people coming in and out of New York will pass on their way to and from their trains. You can catch people going both ways right here. Easy to find someone too.

[bumpy]

((New Day))

Bumpy had been more or less MIA for the last couple months. With Adams laying low, there wasn't much for him to do as far as work was concerned so he took advantage of the rare occurrence and took some time for himself, but now his leisure time was over and he was actually pretty happy to be back doing what he did best. There was a new recruit making his way in from Boston and Bumpy was the one sent to retrieve him. He wasn't normally Adams' errand boy, but with Parker having the flu and all the duty was given to Bumpy. He didn't mind too much mostly because it got him to the train yards -- a place where he could always make a couple extra dollars on the side.

[tobias]

Tobias shuffled down the street, his hands shoved into his pants pocket. He had been wandering Brooklyn for several hours now. It had been several days since his latest shift at McGinty's and his cuts and bruises were finally healing from his last fight. Recently, he spent a lot of his time sitting at the bar in McGinty's downing a few pints but he had been getting restless waiting to hear about the next fight. So, he took to the streets.

Toby found himself wandering past the train yards for the second time that day. Catching some movement out of the corner of his eye in the front area of the yards, he glanced that way. Spying a familiar face, he made his way over. "Heya Bumpy. It's been a while. Where ya been hiding yourself?"

_{(I hope this one was free to join. If not let me know....FYI: Going under the assumption that these two know each other. If you want it otherwise, just let me know and I'll change this.)}

[bumpy]

((Nope, you're completely fne))

" 'eya Toby." Bumpy shuffled his feet a little before resting his hands in his pockets. It'd been a while since he'd been to McGinty's. He hadn't had much business in Brooklyn as of late and tried to stay as close to home as possible. He hadn't been hiding anywhere. He made himself scarce with the bulls breathing down his neck, but his answers to the question was simple. "A little rest is good for everybody. I aint seen you at the fights." Granted he hadn't made much of an appearance there either. "You still in that game?"

[tobias]

"Yeah, still in it. I've been waiting around just itching to get back in the ring, but lately there hasn't been much action. Much longer and you probably won't even be able to tell I'm a fighter." Toby replied motioning to the fading cuts and bruises. They were a sign of honor, pride, and masculinity to him. Without them, he felt naked and weak.

Toby leaned up against a stack of crates, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "What about you? You on... business right now?", he smirked at Bumpy. Toby was one of the rare few, he assumed, who actually knew what Bumpy did for a living. People with Bumpy's job had to be careful of who was aware of what they were doing so the bulls didn't catch wind. Toby was aware and sometimes helped out when he could.