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Post by Administrator on Apr 15, 2010 15:01:30 GMT -5
There's a ladder that leads from the alley out back.
The ladder takes you up to a set of stairs, which also leads to the bunk room window.
The stairs, also take you right up to the roof.
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Post by decker on Apr 17, 2010 12:26:00 GMT -5
Decker was out of cigarettes, and pissed.
He stood in the alley next to the lodging house, looking at the stairs up to the fire escape and wondering whether it was worth it to climb up and see who else might be willing--knowledaglbly or not--to loan him a cigarette. He slouched with his back against the wall, too bored to keep standing there but too bored to do anything. Things had been reasonably uneventful since Spot came back. Decker liked it better when Spot was gone; there was usually some kind of excitement going on.
The only thing now was those stupid love dramas, and he hated those with a passion. Smarty Jones was in and out of Brooklyn, still brooding about Danny, he assumed. Lucky was still River, who was okay for a while but Decker had hated him since he decided that he was too good for Brooklyn and went to the Bronx to be Dodger's lap dog. He wasn't in the mood to listen to that kind of crap.
In the midst of his nicotine-withdrawl-fueled mental rage, he didn't hear the sounds coming from the platform of the fire escape above him.
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Post by Birdie Schaffer on Apr 22, 2010 19:35:32 GMT -5
Birdie hadn't seen Spot yet, but she figured when he wanted her he'd come and find her. She'd gone a bit batty after the initial craziness but she was back to herself, calm, collected and there and gone as if it didn't matter where she was.
Her eyes settled on the form at the bottom of the fire escape, her head tilted a bit as she watched him. He was different now that one, but she wasn't sure how yet. He'd tried to save her.. had failed a bit but at the same time he had at least tried. She was quiet as a mouse as she moved down the steps towards him, not making a sound as if the entire fire escape was carpeted and not iron.
"Your brooding.."
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Post by decker on Apr 22, 2010 20:34:06 GMT -5
Decker looked up at the sound of a voice on the fire escape above him. The corners of his mouth twitched in the beginnings of a smile, but he suppressed the urge quickly and made his face blank again. He looked up at Birdie and replied, "S'what I do best..." He turned to the fire escape and climbed up, stopping beside her. "You wouldn't happen to have a ciarette, eh?"
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Post by Birdie Schaffer on Apr 22, 2010 20:52:35 GMT -5
She was leaning against the bar and looked him up and down as he came closer, why was something different now? Biting her bottom lip for a moment she shoved her hand into her jacket and pulled out some smokes, holding one out between her fingers for him. "Yeah, it is.. I thought you were brooding up state.."
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Post by decker on Apr 22, 2010 20:55:47 GMT -5
His fingers touched hers as he took the cigarette and he felt in his pockets for a match. "Came back," he replied, his words slightly muffled by the cigarette between his lips. "Couldn't stay away for long." All it took was a quick trip away from home to make him realize where his real home was. "Quiet up there, though. Different..."
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Post by Birdie Schaffer on Apr 22, 2010 21:05:19 GMT -5
She watched his hand quietly as he pulled away, it was late and getting warm still. The summer heat was something she hadn't thought she would really feel so strongly but at that moment she felt more than that. "Quiet isn't always bad... Conlon's home.. he's been brooding around and barking orders.." She brushed her hand through her hair, knocking her hat back from her face as she did so.
The blond curls fell around her face as she watched him though serious eyes. He was always as bad as she was, here and gone in a blink. "Thanks.. Deck.. for.. that time.." For saving her ass..
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Post by decker on Apr 22, 2010 21:12:20 GMT -5
Decker found a match and struck it against the bar of the fire escape to light it. He sheltered the match flame with his hand and held it out to Birdie, inviting her to light her own cigarette. "Hurry up," he mumbled. "I'm gonna drop it soon..."
He listened to her and the smile threatened to show again. This time, he allowed it, but just a little--the corner of his mouth went up just a shadow. "You're, ah...ah, sure. Anytime..."
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Post by Birdie Schaffer on Apr 22, 2010 21:17:40 GMT -5
She moved forward and lit the match, watching the light dance off his hand before she pulled back and took a slow drag, leaning her arms on the rail as she looked out over the city. She smiled too, though it was a ghost of a smile on her face as she held her cigarette aloft. Her eyes were on the smoke before she turned back to look at him, a small smile on her face.
"I was a mess awhile ago.." he wasn't there to smack her back into shape, nor was Spot. Birdie had been alone to do what she felt she needed to do and at the time it was drink until she felt numb. She was more herself now. "I'm.. glad you're back."
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Post by decker on Apr 22, 2010 21:38:52 GMT -5
He allowed his smile to broaden. "I'm glad I'm back too." There was something about New York that no other place in the world could replace. Although Decker had lived here his entire life, he never wanted to leave. It was the greatest city on earth. Where else was there to go?
Decker cleared his throat and took a tenative drag. "So, ah...how long did it take till you were...uh...y'know. In fightin' shape again?"
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Post by Birdie Schaffer on Apr 22, 2010 22:14:24 GMT -5
She grew quiet for a moment as a small smile worked over her face, she glanced at him sideways. Her hand brushed her hair out of her face and thought about it for a moment as she drew the smoke to her lips and took a long drag. "Couple weeks.." A couple weeks for the booze to not really be of any help.
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Post by decker on Apr 25, 2010 19:49:41 GMT -5
Decker pursed his lips and nodded. He was starting to wish he'd never left. He wondered how much he'd missed around here and didn't feel so good about having to catch up like some kind of outsider. He was a stickler for things like that. "I guess I missed a lot of things..."
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Post by Birdie Schaffer on Apr 25, 2010 20:59:51 GMT -5
She tilted her head and watched him, her face still impassive as she trailed from his toes to his head and back again. "Not really... people are healing, life moves one. Spot is home.. things are getting back to normal.. mostly." no there were people in town.
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Post by decker on Apr 25, 2010 21:30:56 GMT -5
Decker stared down at the alley below, and then looked back to Birdie. His muscles suddenly tensed, and he dropped his smoldering cigarette from his hand. He took a deep, silent breath, and didn't exhale.
He stepped toward her, took her face in his hands, and kissed her.
Deeply.
He allowed a few moments to pass--he didn't count how long, but he hardly cared--and pulled away, exhaling again and pulling away his hands. He hadn't allowed himself to think about the effects, the action, anything.
"Oh my God..." he whispered.
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Post by Birdie Schaffer on Apr 25, 2010 21:35:59 GMT -5
Her eyes followed his cigarette to the ground before she felt his hands on her face, her eyes darted to his before he kissed her. She melted into him, Birdie... Sophie.. melted into him. It wasn't Spot's birdie that he was kissing it was Sophie and she grabbed onto his shirt and pulled herself closer before he pulled back. Letting out a breath before she looked up and heard his words.
"About time."
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