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Apr 15, 2010 15:02:14 GMT -5
Post by Administrator on Apr 15, 2010 15:02:14 GMT -5
The corner on the outside of the lodging house. Come and have a seat.
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Feb 12, 2011 0:08:30 GMT -5
Post by Birdie Schaffer on Feb 12, 2011 0:08:30 GMT -5
Birdie returned form her walk about with a new pack of smokes and her hair braided in a crown around her head. She'd had some work to do, some of her people to contact and check up with. Getting new information was her job and it required her to leave a lot of the time. Closing her eyes she leaned against the corner of the building and let out a breath, knowing she should have gone to the docks first to speak to Spot but she didn't feel like it. Two days and sleeping behind some crates in Upper Manhattan had been a pill, she was almost glad to be home.
Curling her fingers in her hands she leaned back, eyes closed as she just let out a breath before fumbling in her coat for a smoke, pressing it between her lips. She needed new gloves.... these were more warn through than she'd thought they were. Opening her eyes for a moment, smoke dangling she pawed through her jacket for some matches. "Damn it.."
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Feb 12, 2011 0:57:30 GMT -5
Post by Hawkeye Dekker on Feb 12, 2011 0:57:30 GMT -5
Hawk didn’t hold Birdie’s absence against her. He knew it was part of her job – it was also part of his, on occasion – and that she wasn’t used to having someone who cared where she went and how long she’d be gone. She was known to disappear on occasion and be gone for days, then reappear as if she’d never been gone at all. So he kept an eye out for her return, but otherwise went about his days like normal. When she finally did return, he was lucky enough to be nearby. Hawk watched her for a bit, noticing how worn out she looked and realizing how much he’d actually missed her. He definitely wasn’t used to that last part, but didn’t block the thought. Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Approaching quietly, he leaned against the wall next to her and put a cigarette from his pocket into his mouth. He lit it quickly and then held out the match to her, a smirk playing across his lips. He didn’t say anything after lighting her cig, just dropped the match into the street and smoked contentedly. Yes, he was glad to see her, but it wasn’t like him to voice affectionate thoughts like that. He knew she could understand that better than almost anyone though, so he said nothing.
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Feb 12, 2011 1:22:31 GMT -5
Post by Birdie Schaffer on Feb 12, 2011 1:22:31 GMT -5
He knew her well, she felt him before she even saw him, lighting her smoke off of the match her produced and taking a long drag from it before rubbing her hand across her face. She was worn down but she didn't care, turning she placed her cheek against his shoulder and closed her eyes.
She said nothing, just stood there and took another drag. "Someone is diggin' into the whole factory thing.."
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Feb 12, 2011 1:59:36 GMT -5
Post by Hawkeye Dekker on Feb 12, 2011 1:59:36 GMT -5
His arm went around her shoulders naturally when she leaned against him and he kissed the top of her head. Taking another drag, he frowned at her words. The factory thing had been hell, something he had no intention of ever letting happen again. Not if he could help it.
"Who is?" Depending on who was digging, depended on whether or not they needed to be stopped and there was no one better at doing that sort of stopping than Brooks.
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Feb 13, 2011 16:34:03 GMT -5
Post by Birdie Schaffer on Feb 13, 2011 16:34:03 GMT -5
It was completely strange to her, having his arm around her neck like he did and knowing she wanted to be where she was. She wanted his arm around her, because it just felt natural, which was different for her. She was so used to being alone in everything she did, this was completely different.
"I'm still digging, they're good at keepin' themselves from view but my guess is the points. Delancey was in the paper today, going to trial for human trafficking though I dunno what good that's gonna do. Kids died, we didn't even get to bury them.." Not properly anyway none of them had that kind of money, she figured this was the cities way of good will but she didn't see it doing much good.
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Feb 13, 2011 23:06:48 GMT -5
Post by Hawkeye Dekker on Feb 13, 2011 23:06:48 GMT -5
"Ahh, The Points..." That changed everything. Birdie and he had had many conversations about the Irish Gang, but they had yet to see much of their handy work. Something that meant they were extremely good and very dangerous, because if they couldn't catch the Five Points, who could?
Hawk nodded when she mentioned the article, remembering it well. He'd called it out to sell his papes, but it sent his mind wondering some of the very things Birdie mentioned. What good would it all do, because it sure wouldn't bring their friends back. He was worried that the trial could bring too much attention to the street kids, attention that they didn't want. Taking a drag, he shrugged slightly, "I don't know Soph. They're known for being quiet, but lately they've made little more than a peep... Must be planning something big."
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Feb 14, 2011 4:50:27 GMT -5
Post by Birdie Schaffer on Feb 14, 2011 4:50:27 GMT -5
She didn't like the sound of that and it had her shifting a bit closer, the smoke hanging from her lips as she let out a sigh. His arm was comforting in a way and she raised a brow when she realized she was seeking comfort from him, shaking her head she took another drag and shrugged her shoulders.
Not saying a word she turned to where she was more properly against him, letting her hand and her smoke hang down her side she didn't really care if anyone saw. She didn't want to care either, the fact that this was for them alone. The rest of the borough didn't really matter much to Birdie when it came to things like this. And her conversation with Fight had cemented it.
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Feb 18, 2011 5:57:45 GMT -5
Post by Hawkeye Dekker on Feb 18, 2011 5:57:45 GMT -5
She shifted closer and Hawk moved to accommodate, fixing it so that she was leaning against his chest instead of his side and the wall of the LH. His arms went around her in a way that was both protective and just plain comfortable, his right occasionally letting go to bring his cigarette to his lips for a drag.
He didn't really think about the things he did around Birdie, he just did. He allowed the comfortable silence to stretch as they smoked and mulled things over in their heads. Hawk and Birdie were thinkers, strategists, and listeners; silence between them was not an unusual thing.
When he finished his cig, he flicked the butte into the street and placed his arm back around her. His lips went to her temple and he kissed it in another rare display of affection. "You talked to Spot yet?"
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Feb 20, 2011 16:37:09 GMT -5
Post by Birdie Schaffer on Feb 20, 2011 16:37:09 GMT -5
Her eyes closed when she felt his lips against her temple, that kind of feeling was foreign to her. The comfort was foreign, she hadn't had that since her father died when she'd been a little girl. Being held was something she wasn't used too and she turned her head, letting him as she relaxed into the comfort that was offered, taking a drag from her smoke as she closed her eyes. The little Dane glanced up at him sideways when he spoke after the long silence stretched, nodding slowly.
"Bout the points, not much else though. He's got a lot on his mind right now." A lot of things going on around them all, the bar coming into Red's ownership had Spot irritated but Birdie couldn't put her finger on why. She knew Red and Spot had a funny relationship and Spot didn't like to admit much of anything about needing anyone so when Red had left Birdie had saw Spot let out a sigh of relief. Now he was back? It was hard to tell.
Turning her head she looked up at him, before letting her head drop to scan her field of vision. "... things are going to get bad, Sean."
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Mar 1, 2011 3:34:20 GMT -5
Post by Hawkeye Dekker on Mar 1, 2011 3:34:20 GMT -5
He felt her relax and a smile slid onto his often-stony face. The people who could make him do this were few and far between, but Birdie was the best at it. She didn’t even need to try and that was what made them work.
Hawk nodded, knowing Spot really did have a lot on his mind lately even if he wasn’t sure exactly what it was. He was observant, yes, but he didn’t dig unless asked. Besides, Spot’s problems were not his own and, complicated as their leader could be, he was exactly what Brooklyn needed. Things were going to get very bad, she was right, but Hawk felt confident that they would make it through; even if Brooklyn didn’t… “The nuns back in Chicago used ta always say, ‘things have ta get worse before they can get better,’” he shrugged, tracing shapes on Birdie’s arm. Hawk didn’t often speak of his past at the Chicago orphanage, but he remembered it vividly and his accent always became more pronounced when he did. ”Things’ll even out in the end, Soph.”
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Mar 3, 2011 21:32:07 GMT -5
Post by Birdie Schaffer on Mar 3, 2011 21:32:07 GMT -5
She looked up at him when he spoke about Chicago, quiet as she listened. Truthfully she only knew what he told her about his past because that was one thing she had never wanted to have to find out that way. She'd left him keep his past unless he wanted to tell her about it, which sometimes they both talked. He knew about her mother and the typhoid that had taken her away from them-- which was something Birdie had never spoken of with anyone but Hawk. There were things in her past that even Spot didn't know about that she'd told Hawkeye. Because she felt like she could.
It had taken some time for her to realize what that meant-- the walk about she'd taken to realize that her attachment to Hawkeye had always been there staring at her. The way they were together, the ease of it had become something other than friendship before she'd even noticed. She felt his hand tracing her arm, leaning her head into his neck as she let the silence hang.
"We've got too," she replied in answer to his comment, closing her eyes and almost enjoying this feeling though there was something in the back of her mind gnawing at her. Death was easy for them all they all knew it came fast-- you either ignored things or you clung tight until you didn't have anything left to hang on too. "Come out on the right side of this-- we both got dreams don't we?"
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Mar 11, 2011 3:31:14 GMT -5
Post by Hawkeye Dekker on Mar 11, 2011 3:31:14 GMT -5
Hawk didn't really know what to say to that. The future was not something he thought about often and he definitely didn't do much dreaming. When he'd left the orphanage, he'd known his chances of surviving were slim, so he'd taken every precaution he could; staying fit and running often, steeling food when he couldn't afford it so he would never be too weak to put up a fight, and always sleeping with one eye open. Even with all these precautions though, he'd never really expected to make it this far, much less into adulthood. So to say he had dreams for his future would be a lie and he didn't lie to birdie.
Looking around, he shifted slightly against her, "No, not really." He shrugged, "I don let my self dream too much. Never really saw the point." if he did anything, even remotely close to dreaming, it was hoping. He hoped to die a good death, not a shot in the back or a crippling disease that took weeks to kill him, and he hoped that the rest of his life, however short it might be, would be as happy as it was right now.
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Mar 11, 2011 14:51:32 GMT -5
Post by Birdie Schaffer on Mar 11, 2011 14:51:32 GMT -5
She considered if that was probably bad wording, if maybe she would use a different term instead of dreaming. She had goals, ambitions, refused to die poor and she was working towards that goal. Though if she died today, had no other way to go, she wouldn't mind that much. That was strange, in her mind. She had no real enemies, people who irritated her were quickly forgotten because it was swift justice in Brooklyn. She didn't have close enough relationships to hold grudges very often, even that Jewel twit was effectively killed off in the stage play of Sophie's life. She didn't matter.
But the man who held her, was different. She had always kind of known that with Hawk, he was a different breed of animal in her life and she had been alright with that. Scanning him for a moment she leaned back, "Point in havin' goals, Sean. I don't intend to leave this life poor, guess it's not really a dream, more of an ambition.." Her hand sought out the back of his and rested over it, why they were like this-- why they were connected she had no idea. But she was actually happy-- in his arms where she was. "That's... really it."
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