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Post by Administrator on Apr 15, 2010 15:08:09 GMT -5
The Brooklyn lodging house is known to be the hot spot for a good game of poker, or any gambling for that matter!
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Post by Birdie Schaffer on Feb 3, 2011 22:26:27 GMT -5
((New Day))
Birdie sat at the poker table and closed her eyes for a moment, there was no one around she was kind of exhausted and she had a need to go and see Red soon. Other then that she had nothing pressing. She missed Decker, bastard, he was up and gone. Wonderful, that just had her a bit stressed out as she took a drag from the smoke she had pressed between two fingers.
Leaning back into the chair and closing her eyes she shifted a bit as she heard a nose, a slight smirk crossing her face as she shoved the last of the beer she had sitting in front of her across the table, not opening her eyes to look up. "Word on the street?"
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Post by Hawkeye Dekker on Feb 4, 2011 0:44:02 GMT -5
Hawkeye grinned as he sauntered into the game room and picked up the half empty bottle of beer that she slid to him. Tipping it to her in a silent cheers, he took a gulp and grimaced; warm beer should be a four letter word. He set it back down and took a seat across from the Brooklyn informant, choosing to smoke instead of searching for a cold beer – a lost cause if he’d ever heard one.
Taking a long drag, he blew the smoke out of his mouth and toward the ceiling, watching it disappear. After a few moments of comfortable silence on his part, Hawk decided to finally answer her question, “Word on the street’s nothing compared to what's straight from the horse’s mouth…” Hawk let that hang in the air, knowing Birdie would pick up on the hint. He had big news.
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Post by Birdie Schaffer on Feb 4, 2011 1:04:45 GMT -5
"Got something new?" she asked, raising a brow but her eyes remained closed. She knew who it was but she was curious, from the sound of it he knew something she didn't and she was kind of curious as to what it was. Birdie was the ears of Brooklyn, she was the one that listened and got what was going on.
Finally opening her eyes she looked at him, taking in his long legged form a slight smirk on her face before she curled up side ways a bit in the chair and took a long drag from her smoke before she glanced back at him, leaning over and tapping her smoke out over one of the random bottles left there.
".... I'm curious."
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Post by Hawkeye Dekker on Feb 4, 2011 1:28:18 GMT -5
"Knew you would be," he grinned at her, tipping over her ash-bottle with a lazy finger. Normally he wouldn't taunt Birdie with information like this. Not because he was nice like that, but because odds were she already knew it. This time however, he knew she didn't and was planning on rubbing it in. Undoubtedly it would be a long time before this happened again and he wanted to savor it.
Hawk leaned back in his seat, watching his blond-haired friend with amusement. Fiddling with his cig, he took another drag before giving Birdie a hint. "Has to do with Fighter..."
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Post by Birdie Schaffer on Feb 4, 2011 1:42:33 GMT -5
Her brow lifted and she looked over at him, he was teasing her and she shifted before moving a bit closer, leaning one elbow on the card table as she watched Hawk quietly, waiting for him to keep going. She wasn't going to react to his teasing much, just used her ash-bottle again and watched him.
"Your baitin' the hook, Hawk. You know I want to know if I don't.. so just spit it out.. sounds like it's good though.." She knew some things about Fighter but not much was solid as Fighter was very good about keeping her privacy in tact.
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Post by Hawkeye Dekker on Feb 4, 2011 1:54:29 GMT -5
Hawk grinned and took another drag, "Alright, alright!" He put his hands up in mock defense. "I was wanderin' around earlier today and my feet led me to the docks." He knew he didn't have to explain that part to Birdie, she was as Brooks as they come and it was just natural for them. "Anyway, when I got there I found Fight kissin an' neckin with her new beau..." His brow darkened, his light, good mood with Birdie momentarily eradicated by the memory. It had not been a happy picture for him, not by a long shot.
He tapped his own cig on the designated ash-bottle and glanced at Birdie, his mouth set in a frown. "Turns out she's seein the Walkin Mouth on a regular." He could barely say that Manhattan boy's name without sneering, the whole situation was just insane.
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Post by Birdie Schaffer on Feb 4, 2011 2:01:24 GMT -5
She was quiet for a moment, taking a long drag as she let the information sink in, though she wasn't sure what to believe. Her own face changed a bit as she watched him, "Sure about that, Seany?" First names were only ever used in serious matters and Hawk was one of the few people that had her own. She knew more than she should about just about everything that went on around the borough. But she let out a breath as she took another drag from her smoke, letting the ash fall over the side of the chair as she held her hand out.
"God ol' Davey huh? Spot's going to go into orbit if it gets out. Sure when Lucks was seein' Sneaks it was a bit of a pill but no big thing. But The Mouth? That's--" she ran off, they both knew it wasn't good and it was bad for the image of the borough. Most of them did their own things, had their own ties with others outside the borough but-- she couldn't say that Spot would be happy about this. "Zeke won't like it either."
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Post by Hawkeye Dekker on Feb 4, 2011 2:29:19 GMT -5
He nodded at her grimly, narrowing his eyes at her use of his first name. She was one of the few who could get away with it and she knew it. "Sure as I'm sittin' here, Sophs." He shook his head as if in disbelief and put out the stub that was once his cigarette. "Took me a while to believe what I was seein', but eventually I had to." Hawk ruffled up his own hair in frustration, "Only reason I didn't kick his ass in the Hudson is cause she was there. Soon as I catch that kid alone, he's swimmin'..."
He searched his pockets for another cig but couldn't find one. He nodded along with Birdie's musings, knowing she understood the inner workings of Spot more than most. "Only God and the devil know what he'll do when he finds out, but she fuckin' brings it on herself, runnin around with the Mouth. 'Fuck is she thinking?" Hawk shook his head again and got up to search for some beer.
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Post by Birdie Schaffer on Feb 4, 2011 2:44:14 GMT -5
She watched him look for a smoke before she pulled her pack out of her jacket and handed it to him, tilting her head to the side as she thought about it. Fingers drumming on the poker table as she tried to think it out. Why would Fight do that or put them in that kind of situation. Spot cared about what his girl's did, because they were soldiers in the end, it's how he saw it. "God I dunno, Sean."
Taking another drag she shook her head, letting her face show the dark thoughts that were trailing through her head. "This ain't good.. not with the Five Pointers gaining power in Queens. It's goin' to get messy before it gets better. Oscar an' Morris are still pissed about their old man-- we got to many enemies to start a war over a relationship. We ain't the Capulets.. and 'hattan ain't the Montegues.." She watched him for a moment before she fell silent, not liking where this was going.
"What should we do?"
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Post by Hawkeye Dekker on Feb 4, 2011 4:07:34 GMT -5
Hawkeye found the cold beers hiding in the “secret” ice box Spot had hidden behind the bar. There was an old red blanket draped over it to help hide it, but nothing was really secret with the two of them around. He knew Spot wasn’t here enough lately to miss these, so he grabbed two. Walking them back to the table, he sat down and slid one across to her. It registered in his mind how odd if was to hear Birdie Schaffer say those three words, as he accepted her proffered cigarette and stuck it between his lips; she knew everything.
Lighting his cig, he listened intently and shrugged when she finished with a question. He honestly wasn’t sure what to do either, but he did have ideas. He worked well under pressure and now was no exception. “Well right now, the two of them aren’t in too much danger. Only people who know about them aside from themselves are in this room. We’ll tell Spot when he gets around to showing up and see what he has to say about it.” Hawk paused to chuckle and take a drag, picturing in his mind just how Spot would handle the news. “They aren’t common knowledge, so we should be okay…” he ran a hand through his hair nervously, “But if any one Brooklyn’s enemies finds out…” Birdie knew exactly what would happen if that were to occur. It would be hell on earth.
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Post by Birdie Schaffer on Feb 4, 2011 4:15:04 GMT -5
She caught the beer with her free hand and ran the other through her hair, knocking the hat off of her head before she sighed and shifted to lay it on the table. She frowned, watching him quietly as she thought about it. What do we do? Because it wasn't just her, if it was her she wouldn't tell Spot until he needed to know, that was how she worked because she knew enough about Spot to know what to keep from him and what not. "I don't think we should tell Spot, Sean. Not this. He doesn't like the mouth to begin with for some reason and I don't know if he would like Fight with him. Hell, Spot always had issues about cavortin' in the borough.."
Her voice trailed off and she looked up at him blowing her bangs a bit from her face as she twirled the bottle on the table, lost in thought a moment before she spoke. "I think, we might just need to keep it to ourselves for now, if Spot needs to know-- if it comes to a point where it needs to be shared, we'll let him know. But it's Fights life, ain't no reason for us to start tellin' her who she can be with and who she can't yeah?"
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Post by Hawkeye Dekker on Feb 4, 2011 4:48:49 GMT -5
Hawk nodded, knowing she was right and popped the lid of his bottle. Taking a long swig, he wondered what the hell they were going to do. It wasn't like him to hold info back from Spot, but Birdie was right about this one not being their story to tell. It was Fighter's life and he respected her enough not to go ruining it for no reason. Spot was something of a loose cannon and, as his informants, it was up to Birdie and him to decide what info he got and when. Smalls and Lucky ran the borough when he wasn't around and, though Hawk was often called upon to help them as well, his main loyalty was to Spot, then to Brooklyn. Just the way things worked in his head.
He took another swig of his beer, "Well you're right, we won't tell him till we have to. And..." though it pained his to say this, "I should probably be the one to tell him if we have to and Fighter won't, as I was the one to see it..." He sighed, hoping he would never have to do that. Spot was so strict about relationships in Brooks, many thought it to be tyrannical, but Hawkeye knew Spot's reasons and they were good ones. He glanced up at Birdie and then back at the bottle in his hand. It was tough sometimes, but it was one rule he always made sure to stick to. ...for now.
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Post by Birdie Schaffer on Feb 4, 2011 4:59:41 GMT -5
Birdie was watching him too, the relationship thing she figured had been mainly to keep Zeke from going after the girls in the lodging house. Spot didn't really dictate their lives but he was a tyrant when he was annoyed. She folded her arms, looking down at the table for a moment as she tapped her fingers. Nodding when he said he'd tell Spot.
"I've known him a long time, Sean. Spot. He's been like a brother to me for a long time. I don't know when he started, but I think it was when Red got with this dame, Fancy, while back. Spot hated her. Decker an' I were.. well.. for awhile I guess. He cut town I dunno if he's coming back. So I don't care but, I think it's more, just the fact it's Davey. We all live our lives our own way but when Spot calls us off, we do it. Like marionettes... he pulls the string and we shift around..."
Birdie realized she was talking out of place and shook her head, "Sorry, Sean. Just thinking out loud..." If she'd wanted to be with someone, Brooklyn or not, she would probably take in if Spot liked them or not. Because she was just that loyal to Spot. The fact alone, normally stopped her cold from falling for people or getting close to them. She was only sixteen after all she probably wouldn't live to see seventeen so why worry?
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Post by Hawkeye Dekker on Feb 4, 2011 19:05:01 GMT -5
He listened to her ramble, noting how very unlike her it was to do so, and sipped his beer. He didn’t know Spot as well as some of the other Brooklynites, those that had been here for years before him, but Hawk found that he understood the inner workings of his leader pretty well. Birdie was close to Conlon, of that Hawk was sure, and he knew she would know his history better than almost anyone. He’d heard bits and pieces about Red, but very little about this Fancy girl. She sounded like the type of girl who would have rubbed him the wrong way too, the type even he would steer clear of.
Relationships for Hawkeye were practically nonexistent. He’d made no friends in Manhattan, though it wasn’t for lack of trying on their part, only a scattered assortment of acquaintances. Here in Brooks he fit in better, but he still kept pretty distant from the masses. Fighter was a sister to him, Spot held Hawk’s loyalty, and Birdie was probably his closest friend, but that was really the extent of who he trusted. Lucky and Smalls were pretty high up on the scale in his head, but he still wouldn’t call them friends. When it came to girls in general…he was distant at best. He never lied to them about what he wanted or how he felt about them, but still he managed to get plenty. A few tumbles later and they were forgotten, not to be called upon again. Hawk couldn’t afford to get close to any one of them and he was just fine with that.
He nodded in agreement with Birdie as her rambling came to an end, taking a long drag of his cigarette before tapping it over the ash-bottle. If it had been almost any boy other than Davey, Fighter probably wouldn’t have received much more than a stern look from Spot. But it wasn’t just any boy, it was Manhattan’s Walking Mouth. He didn’t know exactly how things would end up going down, but he was sure it wouldn’t be pretty. They were marionettes, the lot of them. After all Spot was Brooklyn, what else was there for them to do, really. Personally, Hawk didn’t mind it all that much. He liked the way Brooklyn was run and was proud to be such an integral part of it.
Leaning back, he nodded to Birdie’s apology and winked at her, “Happens to the best of us, sweetheart.” What they said to each other was not to be shared knowledge with others unless mutually agreed upon. It was an agreement that allowed the both of them to speak their minds as informants without the worry of being ratted out. He took another swig and set the bottle down, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table. “So what we gonna do, Soph? You think the Delanceys have enough balls to actually do somethin’ about all that resentment they got toward us?”
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