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Post by Administrator on Apr 12, 2010 17:42:18 GMT -5
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Post by Jax McCloud on Jun 23, 2011 19:33:22 GMT -5
<New Day - Open>
Jax flexed his hand slightly as he sat at the bar, a glass of whiskey sat just within reach of his fingertips, available for the taking as delivered by the bartender just moments before. But his attention was currently on the swollen knuckles of his right hand, bruised from the fight he'd just won, winnings burning heavy in his pocket. With another flex that sent a scant wince across his features, Jax shook out the hand and reached for the glass, taking a long sip and surveyed the bar from the quiet corner he'd taken up residence in. It wasn't so much that Jax minded crowds, he considered as he raised the cigarette dangling from the fingers of his other hand and taking a drag, it was just that after a fight, he liked the chance to unwind.
After the crowd had stopped cheering - or jeering as the case may be - and money had exchanged hands and Jax had endured any number of slaps on the back and encouraging words - Jax liked to slip away. Sometimes it was down along the river, whose dingy water was a far cry from the crisp cool mountain water that flowed in the creeks in Montana; sometimes he managed a meal at Tibby's or a pint at McGinty's, but other times it was a quiet corner like this. Jax was a thoughtful sort and every once in awhile he just needed to let his mind wander, gather his thoughts and, he thought with another shake of his hand, give his body a chance to heal.
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Post by Catty Sinclair on Jun 23, 2011 21:52:54 GMT -5
Catty entered the Pub, and looked around. What a night she had had. That boy in Brooklyn really kicked her ass, and all she wanted now was a nice stiff drink or two. She was so sad, and she felt defeated after the unexpected abuse she had endured.
She smoothed out her skirt and blouse, fixed her hair and smiled widely, so that no one could tell she was in such a bad way. *I hate my life sometimes. No more fighting the Brooklyn people.* She thought to herself.
Just then she sat at the end of the bar, and looked down, beginning to fish a cigarette out of her pocket. She was about to light it, when suddenly she turned to a muscular guy next to her and tapped him.
"Pardon me, sweetie? Do you happen to mind if I smoke? I thought it would be courteous to ask." She asked with a smile.
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Post by Jax McCloud on Jun 23, 2011 22:15:45 GMT -5
Jax barely looked up as someone else walked in and over to the bar, engrossed in his thoughts as he took another sip of whiskey and smoked his cigarette in silence. It wasn't until she reached over and tapped him that he even really registered her presence, a slight thing with dark hair and who called him 'sweetie' with know provocation or indication from him that would be appreciated. Arching his eyebrow he shot her a look as she asked if he would mind if she smoked and he smirked, shaking his head at the question. "Doesn't much matter to me," He said, lifting his hand with the cigarette still nestled between his fingers and purposefully taking a long drag and watching as the smoke billowed and curled into the air.
He made a motion with his hand as though she should go on and smoke if that's what she wanted and let his eyes fall away back to his glass, swirling the amber liquid inside of it. His hand didn't hurt near as much anymore, lingering effects of the fight dissipating with time, though he knew the same couldn't be said for what he might feel in the morning. Still, for now, he savored the flavor of his victory and the whiskey on his tongue.
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Post by Catty Sinclair on Jun 23, 2011 22:36:22 GMT -5
Catty smiled as the man said that she didn't care of she smoked. She went ahead and lit up her cigarette and took a long drag of it. She inhaled the smoke and exhaled slowly with a contented smile.
"Thank you so much, kind sir." She said with a small smile. She blew out the smoke again and looked around at the occupants of the bar. It looked minorly dead, except for a few people. She then looked down at the man's hands, which were slightly bruised.
"Oh my God...Look at your knuckles. That must've hurt pretty badly." Then she smiled and looked up at him again. "You're a boxer, aren't you?" She asked with a smile.
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Post by Jax McCloud on Jun 24, 2011 8:09:23 GMT -5
The girl was damn near bubbly as far as Jax was concern, all sweeties and kind sirs, it was a foreign concept to Jax - who enjoyed a laugh as much as the next guy but new they had their time and place. Rarely were they among strangers in the dark corner of the pub in Hell's Kitchen. Chatty thing too, Jax mused as he took another drag off his cigarette and looked at her through the wispy bits of smoke as they drifted up into the air. Instinctively he flexed his hand again, looking down at the discolored knuckles and shrugged a little. "No so bad, had worse," He commented, because he didn't feel like expounding to this girl and he was rarely open with strangers at all.
He arched another eyebrow as she surmised how he spent his afternoon, though he supposed the knuckles were a good enough indicator and he nodded his head, lifting his chin in reply to her question. Jax wasn't really a wordy man, unless he had enough drink in him or was around the comfort and ease of friends, which he didn't yet have in this great vast city. He'd learned early on in his travels that keeping your mouth shut was a good way to keep the skin on your hide - and when that didn't work he put his fists to good work.
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Post by Catty Sinclair on Jun 24, 2011 11:39:05 GMT -5
Catty sighed as she got her answer from the man. She had been in some killer fights as well, but it's possibly nothing compared to how this man fought though. She took a deep breath, and tried not to go wild. She was a big fan of Boxing, and loved to watch the fights at the Boxing Ring.
"Oh wow...I knew it. I knew you were a boxer. That's fantastic." She said. Then she sighed and calmed down some more.
Sipping her scotch, she kept her eyes straight ahead and put on a straight face. She looked down as she began to swish her drink around in her glass.
"I used to go to the Boxing Ring a lot when I was little. My friend and I used to sneak out of the Orphanage and go there. It's how I learned how to fight. I'm pretty good by some people's standards." She said with a slight smile as she remembered the best memory of her life.
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Post by Jax McCloud on Jun 25, 2011 13:31:05 GMT -5
She seemed to get a little excited when he confirmed her suspicions about his current hobby and he considered her once again over the rim of his glass as she proclaimed to like boxing. It wasn't that Jax hadn't seen women ringside, they weren't common but there were always a few that dotted the crowd - some were there to milk off the men who plucked down their money on the matches and the rare few were genuinely interest in the fighting. He'd have bet money this girl beside him fell into the former category but who was he to say really, and it didn't much matter to him either way.
"That so?" He said softly, his tone almost lazy as he took another long drag from his cigarette and flicked the ashes onto the well worn, dingy bar. Far as Jax was concerned, boxing wasn't much of a woman's sport for the doing, but he didn't much feel like getting into it with this girl - odds were the reality of her talent for a fight were, as with most people, somewhere between the worst and the best. Letting silence lapse Jax lifted a hand to catch the bartender's attention, ordering himself another glass of whiskey.
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Post by Catty Sinclair on Jun 25, 2011 17:00:45 GMT -5
Catty nodded slowly as she sipped her scotch again, and sighed as she put the glass down. She was so happy to meet a boxer. She had never met one up close before.
"Yeah, it was always a good time when I went to that Boxing Ring. I loved it." She told him, calmly, while trying not to come off as too excitable and more mature.
Catty smiled up at the guy, and realized something. She had not introduced herself to this fine specimen of man, and she had been rattling on. She stuck her hand out to the guy slowly, and cautiously.
"By the way, I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to introduce myself to you. My name is Catherine, but you can call me 'Catty' if you like. A lot of people do." She said to him in a mature tone with a smile.
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Post by Jax McCloud on Jun 25, 2011 19:53:01 GMT -5
Jax merely nodded his head when she said something about the boxing ring, distracted as he finished the last of his cigarette, extinguishing it and tossing the butt onto the bar as he leaned back a little and curled his hand more firmly around his glass. He was a generally patient man, having learned in his travels that keeping a tight leash on his emotions were a benefit - better to watch and plan your move than lash out. It was something that served him well in the ring, that along with the well worded advice from a friend on the road who'd told him to follow his instincts. Granted it was hard to follow anything when you had someone talking in your ear - harmless though she might be and Jax clued back into the conversation just in time to catch her name.
He lifted his chin in acknowledgement of her introduction, ignoring her offered hand and taking a sip of his drink instead. "Jax," Was all he said, swirling the contents of the glass in his hand as he debated whether or not he wanted to light another cigarette before heading out. Could be that he would need it if things kept up, deciding against it for the moment he set the glass on the bar and cracked the knuckles on his good hand - at least today's fight wouldn't take to long to recover from.
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Post by Pallet O'Shea on Jun 26, 2011 16:06:21 GMT -5
Pallet walked into the pub in Hell's Kitchen, the bell above the door chiming, alerting her presence to all the current patrons. Usually you could find her frequenting McGinty's in Brooklyn but she was looking for a change of scenery once in a while.
She looked around for a place to sit. It was unusually busy for this time of day. Spotting an empty stool at the end of the bar, she made her way over and sat down next to a handsome blonde man who looked a little worse for wear; and the look on his face looked like he was tolerating the younger brunette on his other side, for now.
Pallet waved the bartender over, "Pint of Guiness, please." "Sure thing, beautiful," was his reply, making his way over to the tap and pouring her drink. He placed the glass in front of her and leaned on the counter, leering at her. She raised her brow and as he opened his mouth she stopped him holding her hand up. "Not interested, so don't even try." The bartender straightened up and shrugged before walking away to the other end of the bar, where a couple of girls were chatting away and giggling.
Pallet rolled her eyes before nursing her beer.
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Post by Catty Sinclair on Jun 26, 2011 23:32:07 GMT -5
Catty tried to talk to Jax, but was slightly distracted by the girl who had walked in the Pub. She was very pretty, and even though Catty didn't think of girls in that way...she thought that this girl was very pretty. She looked next to Jax and smiled as she saw the girl get hit on by the bartender, and turn him down.
She turned to Jax and whispered to him "Hey...Do you know this girl next to you?" She asked, hopefully not getting heard.
Then she leaned back slightly to look at the girl.
"Hello there, love. How are you?" She managed to ask the girl.
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Post by Jax McCloud on Jun 27, 2011 16:54:50 GMT -5
Jax did little more than flick his eyes in the direction of the girl as she entered and settled on the stool on the other side of him, though a smirk did pass across his features as she rebuffed the attempts of the bartender and Jax exchanged a sympathetic look with the man. Sometimes it just wasn't your day. Catty was whispering to him now, wanting to know if he knew anything about the girl and he merely shrugged and shook his head. Jax had never seen the girl before and a cursory glance told him that pretty though she was, she was of little interest to him - especially considering her rebuff of the bartender.
Reaching for his cigarettes, Jax retrieved another one and lit it, lifting his glass to get a refill and promptly turning his attention to ignoring the presence of both girls. In the past he'd found this pub to be a welcome respite, dingy and dark where people tended to leave one another alone, but that didn't seem to be the case this go around. No matter, Jax was a master at letting his silence do his talking, sticking to few words and savoring the flavor of his whiskey and his watching as the smoke he blew out curled into the air.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Jun 27, 2011 17:19:40 GMT -5
The great king of Brooklyn himself stepped into the pub. Spot had his cane in his hand and he was looking fit to be tied. Really unless he was saving Manhattan from crips or something he was rarely found out of Brooklyn, and that didn't bother him at all. But he'd walked some little lost Manhattan kid home and he'd needed a drink. Spotting Jax he made his way over, raising a brow at the little bint beside him before ordering a drink from the bartender.
He remembered there used to be a waitress in here, he'd liked her well enough but from the gander around he could see she was long gone. Shame, he'd liked her-- she had spunk but she respected him and that was what was supposed to happen. Glancing sideways over at the girl at her comment, calling Jax love the Brooklyn leader snorted before reaching for his drink. What the fuck was it with these Manhattan birds?
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Post by Pallet O'Shea on Jun 27, 2011 20:14:37 GMT -5
Pallet took a sip from her drink before quirking her brow at the young girl. The lass seemed to be oblivious. From the lad's lack of talking, he obviously wanted to be left alone--just like most people who come here, herself included... Or at least he wasn't one to socialize with young girls. Sometimes these gersha's today were too friendly and trusting of everyone. Especially handsome young men, like him...
She shook her head and took another sip, after giving the man a small smile in acknowledgement of his presence. She was grateful not to have to rebuff another man's unwanted advances; if it was another day, sure she may have encouraged the flirting but not today. She just wanted to get mangled and go home to the Lodging House without any incidences.
Pallet threw back the last of her pint and signaled the bartender to bring her another, just as someone sat down beside her. She glanced over quickly but did a double take when she realized who it was. She had never actually met Spot Conlon but she definitely knew who he was--and knew about his reputation and his temperament. She sent him a quick smile acknowledging his presence and out of respect, but then quickly ducked her head and went back to nursing her beer. She didn't want to get on his bad side, so she figured it might be best to not try talking to him.
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