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Post by Administrator on Apr 13, 2010 15:47:05 GMT -5
Watch out! It's a bit shady down here...
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Post by waltz on Jan 28, 2011 19:38:41 GMT -5
~New Day~
(For Jensen, if he's not too busy being a mobster)
The sun was just beginning to set as Waltz wandered the streets of Manhattan. She did not know how she got her exactly. Her feet just kept on walking, leading her from Queens, through Brooklyn, and across the bridge, until they came to a stop right here. She had been through this place before. A memory flashed before her eyes. A night encounter, and act of foolishness. Jensen Flynn.
It had been so long since Waltz had last seen him, and that had been on their date. He intrigued her, with his shadowy business and mystery. All she wanted was to see him again. Running her hands along the rough brick exterior of a nearby building, Waltz made her way further into Bottle Alley. Seating herself on top of a forgotten crate, she propped her head up on her elbow and sighed. She wasn't going to see Jensen again. Not now. Probably not ever.
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Post by bonnie on Oct 17, 2011 20:20:03 GMT -5
[new day]
Bonnie darted into the alley, and plastered herself against the dirty brick wall. Her breathing was labored and droplets of sweat had formed on her forehead and collarbone, hinting at how she had spent the last few minutes of her life. Running. Why was she always running? Well this time it was because she was hungry. She knew it was wrong for her to steal the cherry pie...But it just looked so damn inviting...
It had all happened so fast, she didn't even know what had really gone down until she had hit that wall. It was mid afternoon and she was hungry. She had sold little to no flowers all morning and had barely enough to eat on. The hunger pains overwhelmed her mind and body as she passed by that bakery. Wandering in, she had spied her favorite pie immediately. She walked steadily towards the shelf it was cooling on, picked it up, and walked out. It wasn't until she stepped outside that someone yelled at her.
Just her luck, 4 policemen were standing outside the shop next to the bakery, and 3 were actually in the bakery itself. How she had ignored this fact was beyond her. Before she could even think about what she was doing, she bolted, pie in hand, and 7 policemen took off after her, whistles blowing.
She held her breath and tried to make herself as invisible as possible as they all ran past the entrance of the alleyway she was in. Once their footsteps faded, she let her breath out and slid down the wall until she was sitting on the ground. She looked down at her hands, still holding the fresh warm pie, and chuckled softly as she broke off a soft piece and ate it.
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Post by Derek Cahill on Oct 28, 2011 14:57:49 GMT -5
Derek watched the girl dart into the alley he was briefly inhabiting while he waited for Luke and Finn to finish up some business. It was pretty clear she was running from the cops and he was of the opinion it was because of the rapidly cooling pie in her hands. He had to give her a bit of credit for being able to run with a pie in her hands, but in his opinion anyone who couldn't steal without being chased by the cops wasn't really much of a thief in the first place. He brought a cigarette to his lips and lit a match against the side of the brick building he was leaning against before lighting the cigarette.
He pulled his hat lower over his face before turning his gaze back towards the girl eating her pie. "Let me guess...you were starving," His tone was equally condescending and sarcastic. He was more amused by her then anything but bad thieves were one of his pet peeves. Derek knew most people were dumber then he was and that wasn't even being boastful, it was just a fact, but he didn't feel that was a reason they should be a stupid criminal.
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Post by bonnie on Nov 3, 2011 19:51:04 GMT -5
Suddenly there was the sound of a matchstick against brick and faint glow of a flame coming to life from close by.
Bonnie froze mid swallow. A thousand different scenarios ran through her head as to what her predicament may be. She could feel the metal from her fathers pistol against her back, completely out of reach for her in the present situation. Well that wins stupid decision of the day. Her first instinct was to find something sharp, and her eyes darted around quickly forming escape routes and things she could use to defend herself.
"Let me guess...you were starving,"
Bonnie looked at the figure in the alley for the first time, and after a moment of thought, let out a little laugh. Her priorities had suddenly became very clear to her. Divulge in pie, plot 8 different ways her interrupter of pie could die in that alley, and then see who said interrupter is. He was young, but he looked as though he had seen the darker side of the world already. Something about him gave her an eery feeling, that she was oddly very accustomed to.
"Have you never taken something just for the thrill of the chase?" she asked steadily. Of course she had been hungry, but she could have lived without the pie. The difference was, she had wanted it. The truth of the situation was her inner need for a little excitement. She had a craving for the adrenaline that her misdeeds gave her.
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Post by Derek Cahill on Nov 4, 2011 14:10:27 GMT -5
Derek watched her eyes dart around and knew immediately that she was not only searching for an escape route but for a weapon. He chuckled quietly and unbuttoned his waist coat, pushing the left side back so that the glint of his weapon could catch her eye. He never went anywhere without protection and some little slip of a female wouldn't get the drop on him, but he'd laugh while she tried. Once he knew she'd seen it he let his hand fall to his side so his coat once again covered his weapon.
"No," He replied plainly. "I may take something for the thrill of taking it, but I make it a priority not to have to run." His grin widened just a bit and glanced towards the pie. "Nothing is worth the risk if you could be caught." Derek had never been caught and it was a point of his pride now that he never be caught. He'd rather die bloody then end up in some dirty cell.
He took a drag from his cigarette, "Better eat that before it gets cold." Derek glanced over his shoulder at the doorway behind him, wondering what could be holding up Luke and Finn. If they took much longer he probably wouldn't wait around. They knew he didn't like to be in one place too long. Just one of the small idiosyncrasies they had to put up with but they knew where they could find him if he was needed.
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Post by bonnie on Nov 5, 2011 23:22:43 GMT -5
A faint light reflected off something on his person as he moved in the manner suggesting that she should be intimidated because he had something that could harm her. She wasn't in the least bit afraid. She was aware, yes - but afraid? No. If anything, knowing where he held his weapon gave her more confidence. No surprises.
Bonnie steamed inside at his counterclaim, her eyes narrowing. She was studying him now; reading him like a book. Every single thing he said, the tone in which he said it - the disdain in his voice and his cavalier attitude - He was a rude, albeit quick witted man on an ego trip to hell. Though she couldn't blame him. The world measures success on a sharp mind, good looks, and most importantly - money. Have all three and you could get anything you wanted. He certainly had at least two, she noticed.
"Better eat that before it gets cold."
She stared at him emotionless, as she brought herself back to a standing position. Holding the pie in one hand, she discretely let her other hand move behind her. She noticed his expectant and impatient glances towards the way they had both entered the alleyway. He had to be waiting for someone...
"I would offer you some - lord knows I love having little picnics with strange men in dark alleys - but you seem to be quite anxious to leave this place..." Bonnie began, hoping to provoke him into just leaving her to eat her pie in peace, "So...Off you get, yeah?" her face cracked slightly into a grin.
Her hand began fiddling with the buttons on her back slowly. Just the ones encompassing the hilt of her gun. She felt better knowing she would be able to access it if need be. It was difficult to do with one hand, much less behind her back discretely and it was taking time.
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Post by Derek Cahill on Nov 6, 2011 17:40:58 GMT -5
It hardly surprised him when she stood, most people thought that if they were standing facing someone they were on more of an even keel with them. That wasn't the case now though. Derek didn't need to be cocky because he knew his skills and he knew that he could and would kill the girl without blinking if she became to much of a nuisance to him. His eyes narrowed slightly when she tried to be discreet about moving her hand behind her back. It was obvious she had a weapon hidden there. He lifted his hand holding the cigarette and shook his finger at her while making a tutting sound. "I wouldn't do that, little one. I have no reason to hurt you but if you reach for whatever weapon you have that'll be reason enough for me."
He ignored her words, watching her closely. He was fast enough that he knew he could pull his weapon before most others and considering the fact that she had one hand occupied he figured that was enough of an advantage to be faster then her. Derek wasn't going to be leaving the alley without Luke and Finn. If the girl thought she could provoke him to that she was more dimwitted then he'd originally assumed.
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Post by bonnie on Nov 6, 2011 18:21:25 GMT -5
Bonnie sighed at his rebuttal. He was becoming an annoyance now, and her fuse was close to ignition.
"What are you? Rapist? Killer?" she asked, dropping her hand to her side as she gestured to her surroundings, "Is this what you do for fun? I'll bet your just an angry man with absolutely no capacity for neighborly love because of an, 'oh so horrible past'--" she slammed her pie down and crossed her arms as she continued rapidly, "I am so tired of people thinking they are all big and bad, inflicting cruelty on the population and terrorizing the world for fun - blaming it all on how it was someone elses fault that they were like that, or they were just 'born into it'."
She took a step forward, "And then here you are, patronizing ME because I wanted a fucking piece of pie and I TOOK THAT FUCKING PIE - and the fact that I feel the need to be able to reach my damn gun - because, quite frankly, you look like you would enjoy hurting me, and it would come very easily to you. So excuse me for wanting to at least TRY and defend myself if need be, because YES, i have recognized your obvious zeal for violence and your arrogant nature, which tells me you have some talent and practice with weaponry." She stopped to breathe and just stared at him, arms crossed.
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Post by Derek Cahill on Nov 6, 2011 18:35:38 GMT -5
A dark chuckle slipped from his lips as he removed the gun from its holster at his side. He held it in his hand, not raising it to point at her just yet before he cocked his head to the side. "Got it in one, sweetheart." He said, his lips spreading into a sneer. Derek motioned the gun towards her and then towards the mouth of the alley at her back. "Now that -your pie- is laying in the dirt you might want to venture back the way you came."
Derek did cock the pistol then and point it towards her leg, "That is if you ever plan on running again." He stared at her face while he kept the gun pointed at her leg, but if one arm reached towards her back he'd have no qualms about pulling the trigger. That was the nice thing about lacking a conscience, he hardly even thought of the consequences gun fire could bring on him or on Luke or Finn. He barely even listened to the kid's rant and it was obvious that's what she was. Most people, even the young ones, in New York knew better then to yell in the face of someone who'd just threatened them in a dark alley. It was obvious she was short more marbles then even he was but no little girl intimidated him. Hardly anyone could accomplish that.
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Post by bonnie on Nov 6, 2011 19:01:59 GMT -5
"Got it in one, sweetheart."
She let out a low laugh. "Oh how familiar you are." she muttered. She didn't want the pie anymore. It had gone cold from the very ice emanating from his heart. She hadn't been trying to intimidate him, but rather had just let her temper slip a little. He pulled his gun out and her hand twitched instinctively, begging for her own, but she refrained. She knew that if she went for hers he could pull the trigger before she even got to it. She was at a disadvantage, but she didn't care. Her mother had put her through so many similar situations. She was calm. Her heart rate slowed and she closed her eyes briefly.
She raised her chin slightly and held her hands out, implementing her vulnerability. "Go ahead then. Shoot. Nothing new to me." she said standing her ground. "In fact, maybe this time I'll get lucky and die. But if your going to maim me, then go ahead. I can take a shot."
She stared at him unwavering, emotionless. She wasn't afraid. She wasn't bluffing. She wasn't crazy either. She was just brave to the point of recklessness, and tired of having guns thrown in her face. She would rather have the alternative then another gun in her face.
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Post by Luke Gallagher on Nov 6, 2011 19:22:58 GMT -5
Luke was whistling as he turned down the alleyway that had been the prescribed meeting place to join up with Derek and Finn - a previously planned rendezvous to put their heads together and see if perhaps they could stir up a little trouble. Luke smiled to himself, he did so like some trouble. The alley was dark, shaded from the sun by tall buildings on both sides, making it difficult for Luke to see deeper than a few feet in front of him - but there wasn't anything wrong with his hearing and what he heard was the clipped sound of Derek's voice followed by a distinctly feminine laugh. He raised an eyebrow as he quickened his pace - chances were this wasn't going to end well, especially if the words he heard traveling down the alley in his direction were accurate.
As it was when the two of them finally came into view, Derek with his gun aimed at the leg of a waify looking girl with pretty features, a maniacal smile edging across his features - it was rather as Luke had imagined it. The weight of his knife was heavy in his pocket where he kept it, but Luke was aware enough to know that now was not the time and place for such...pleasantries. "Well, well...what have we got here?" Luke intoned with a cluck of his tongue, stepping up to stand beside Derek as his eyes apprised the girl in front of them. Haughty look in her eyes, ones that fired with perhaps what she thought was determination and Luke thought perhaps he might admire it - if it just wasn't so plain dumb.
"Find yerself a plaything, did ye?" Luke asked Derek, the laughter in his voice evident as he edged a little bit forward, eyes scanning the alley and the situation. A gunshot now just wouldn't do, Five Points was trying to lay low and bringing trouble with noise and blood didn't have it's place here - not in Manhattan - those things were best left to the basements and alleyways in darker corners of the city. His eyes danced a little as he caught Derek's eye and smiled, amused but needing to diffuse the situation and Derek's notoriously short fuse, "Little scrawny, don't ye think?"
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Post by Derek Cahill on Nov 6, 2011 19:34:42 GMT -5
Derek barely batted an eye when he heard Luke speak. Most people wouldn't be able to get that close to him without him realizing it but Derek was used to Luke doing that. It was something he'd been doing as long as the two had known each other. As Luke made his way to Derek's side, Derek's finger relaxed on the trigger. He completely ignored the girl, not needing to hear what she had said to know it was enough to send him over the edge. He would have pulled the trigger already if it weren't for Luke's sudden appearance. The last thing Derek would want is to put one of the very few friends he had in the type of situation that would result from the sound of a gun going off right now.
Derek chuckled again at Luke's phrasing and he shrugged a shoulder absently. "She found me," He said quietly his eyes still on the girl. He would have been fine here by himself but the little twit had wondered in and poked the sleeping bear so to say. Whatever happened to her she brought on herself, but he didn't need to act now. He knew what she looked like and he was an expert on finding people. If he really wanted to he could kill her while she slept wherever that was.
"Doesn't seem to realize it though," Derek replied with a smirk. "Acts like she wants to get shot. I'm happy to oblige." Okay, so now he was more or less playing with her. His eyes darted towards Luke, a small smirk crossing his face once more. He re-holstered the weapon and turned his attention away from the girl. "Where's Finn?" Derek took a drag from his cigarette as he effectively dismissed the girl from his attention. He glanced at her occasionally from the corner of his eye to make sure she didn't make a move for whatever weapon she had concealed.
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Post by bonnie on Nov 6, 2011 19:59:39 GMT -5
Bonnie kept her eyes locked on the first man even when she heard the second one approach.
"Little scrawny, don't ye think?"
If looks could kill, she would have murdered him with the one she shot at him. She was nearly 2 decades old and often was mistaken for a child. She turned her attention back to the first one, who had turned to face his friend. They were talking about her as if she wasn't even there. As if they had some sort of superiority over her and she was their play thing.
She ignored the chatter between them and turned her attention back to her present situation. She didn't move from her position and kept her eyes on them, using her peripheral vision to look around her as her mind buzzed with activity. She could make a grab for her gun and risk the extra time it would take, or she could try clobbering them both with the piece of wood close to her. Both scenarios seemed to be losing ones.
"Why are you wasting your time on me?" she asked, leaning back against the wall and crossing her arms again, "Or did my poor timed existence alone just get to you that much?"
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Post by Luke Gallagher on Nov 6, 2011 20:32:16 GMT -5
"Couldn't say," Luke replied to Derek's question about his brother with a shrug and slight shake of his head. Finn had been gone since that morning and hadn't let on to his plans for the day, only promising that he'd meet up with Luke later - not an altogether unusual arrangement. "He'll be along," Luke reassured his companion, because he knew his brother well and he wouldn't squelch on their meeting, it wasn't in a Gallagher's nature to do such a thing. It was only after a few long moments passed and the girl spoke up again that Luke even realized that she was still there, in fact she hadn't even moved from her previous position. Was she bloody daft? Luke had to wonder.
"Darlin' ye are of no consequence to us," Luke said, leveling his eyes in her direction because it seemed it might be the only way that she'd make it out of the alley alive. And as pressed as Luke was for entertainment, now was not the time to muddy the waters with such things. "At least not for the moment," Luke amended, since he wasn't about to go making any promises about what Derek might plan to do later if she troubled him. "And since I gather ye have little chance of takin' us both on, I'd advise you take the openin' and scat," Luke spelled out, motioning with the tilting of his head in the direction of the alley opening. He and Derek weren't likely to move and give her a formal pathway out, but the alley was wide enough to accommodate her sliding by on either side. Hopefully she had the brains not to try anything when she did - because then Luke wouldn't be feeling so generous.
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