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Post by sorcha on Apr 16, 2010 16:45:52 GMT -5
"And you run away because I don't act like every other god damned woman you sleep with. Oh no, I see you every day because I work along side you.. I've killed men for less than what you've done to me.." Emotionally at least... he'd pretty much reduced her to this. "And yet you just want to walk away? You're a cold hearted snake, Killian! And I never wanted anything less..."
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Post by Killian O'Donnell on Apr 16, 2010 16:57:05 GMT -5
Killian gave a cold laugh and shook his head, "I didn't do anything to you sweetheart you're doing it to yourself. I told you I was here for you, you told me to leave you alone. So walking away at that point isn't running although I should be running away from you. Most men in my shoes would but I'm no dandy." His lips tightened into a scowl as he stared at her. "You can keep attacking me but we both know you put yourself in this position. I'm never going to change and you know that. You said you could handle it but obviously you can't."
Killian was pretty much done with this situation but before he turned to walk back in he gave her another appraising look. "Don't threaten me again, MacKenna, you of all people should know I don't take well to threats. And I have no problem putting a girl in her place." He was far from being afraid of her or her family.
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Post by sorcha on Apr 16, 2010 17:04:15 GMT -5
She took her finger and ran it across her throat, she wasn't afraid of him either and he thought he was the better one. Always thought he was better, but this was the reality of the situation as it was. They were both going to die young, she didn't expect to live beyond this... mission as it were.
Lifting her head Sorcha watched his back and then closed her eyes, "I'm not just any woman, Killian. If I don't make you angry enough.." she shrugged, the truth was if she didn't set him off and work herself into a snit he left her alone and wouldn't have much to do with her. She knew that.. she knew he would walk away either way. "If I don't get you angry ye just walk away... an' drink.. tis all you do now is drink.."
"Dead is dead, Killian, the drink won't bring no one back.."
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Post by Killian O'Donnell on Apr 16, 2010 21:57:49 GMT -5
Killian's hands formed fists as he tried to control his anger, "Go on then lass do your worst. Or are you afraid I'll strangle every last breath from your body?" He said the words evenly, his face a calm facade but he was having a hard time not doing that exact thing.
"You know lass, you're awfully judgmental considering your own habits." He strode forward and wrapped his hands tightly around her upper arms before shoving her against the side of the building. "I'm done with you. You can think what you like for why but you know the reason. You're a crazy bitch and I'm tired of your mouth."
With that he dropped his hands from her turned, striding away from the building. He thought it was high time he paid a visit to the luscious beauty he'd met upon first returning. She was always up for a drink and roll in the sack and she didn't have dramatics like Sorcha.
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Post by celine on May 24, 2010 18:31:07 GMT -5
New Day-
Celine looked down at her bag with a smile as she lifted her head and walked down the street with a sway to her hips, she made her presence known at least to the higher ups in society. Lady Celine Delacroix nee Rousseau was in town. She had spoken with the mayor and with some soft spoken words she'd gotten herself involved with the annual Policeman's Ball at the Grand Hotel. It made her smirk really, oh the things she could do with a position like that.
Tossing her hair over her shoulder she moved down the street and paused at a window, checking herself in the mirror. The lady that stood before her was a far cry from the girl that ran wild with Aidan on the Brooklyn streets that was for sure, she raised a brow at herself. All long lines, feminine curves and she was still the same devious woman she'd always been. And like always she took care of herself.
With a snort and a look around her she walked right into the Racontours without even a hesitation. Her head held high she walked through the billiard room and headed up towards the offices where she knew someone would be. She had-- a proposition for Tully. Granted she'd talk to anyone about it-- the policeman's ball was the perfect opportunity to do what they did best.
Cause a little chaos.
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Post by Scar Bourke on Jun 4, 2011 19:55:59 GMT -5
NEW DAY ~ OPEN Scar was enjoying his time off from both of his jobs by spending the day at Raconteur's. It'd been awhile since he'd seen his friends and although he still held a small grudge against a few of them for leaving him high and dry to die it was mostly forgiven and forgotten. He was playing a game of poker against a few older guys who obviously didn't know much about playing and were losing severely to him. He was glad Derek wasn't around because that kid was an ace at poker and would school all of them including Scar if he were. He lifted his beer to his lips to finish it off before signaling to the waitress for another one. He was planning on getting mighty pissed before the day was through. He wasn't even sure he'd make it back to Brooklyn tonight but he was sure they had a bed he could bunker down in. Scar studied the other players at the table and gave one of the guys a smirk when he folded and then left the table. Scar guessed he was sick of losing all of his money to him. Scar didn't blame the guy because if he had lost as much as the guy had he'd probably not only leave the table but look for a fight. |
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Post by Luke Gallagher on Jun 4, 2011 20:17:13 GMT -5
Luke walked into the room and scanned the crowd, looking for a card game, a willing drinking partner or something in between - Raconteur's generally filled with both. He grinned when his eyes landed on a familiar face, one he hadn't seen in a long while and though the man was not someone to be messed with in cards, he did enjoy his ale same as Luke did. "Deal me in," He instructed once he reached the table, settling into the chair across from Scar and grinning at his old friend, leaning back in his seat as he waited on the cards.
Luke hadn't been in so deep when they'd been in New York before, bright eyed and following his brother's lead he hadn't known all the sorted reasons that Scar had been left behind. Luke just knew that it had come down to Scar or Finn and Luke wasn't about to leave Finn behind, it wasn't a matter of choice, it was a matter of blood and it ran thicker. They had left the city and Luke hadn't thought they'd see anything of Scar again, but soon after they had returned Luke had heard whispers - if not out right talk about Scar still being around and as things had a way of getting all tangled up when it came to Five Points, they had. So Luke was here and so was Scar and bygones were bygones, at least as much as any of them would let them be.
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Post by Scar Bourke on Jun 4, 2011 20:48:51 GMT -5
Scar gave Luke a smirk and a nod when he sat. He didn't have a grudge to hold against the youngest Gallagher. Luke hadn't been a major player in Five Points when they'd left New York and therefore had little to nothing to do with the decision to leave him for dead. In face, Scar didn't even hold a grudge against Finn. They were friends but they understood how each other worked and it was each of them for themselves and Finn for his brother just as Luke was. He tipped his head back and leered slightly when the waitress brought his drink back. "Thank you, lass."
He turned his attention back to the game and glanced at the cards he'd been dealt before looking around the table. The man to his right was beginning to sweat and Scar suspected that he'd probably lost far more then he could afford. One of Scar's policies was that he never gambled with money he couldn't afford to lose. He may be more brawn then brains but he did have a calculating mind and he knew what he could spare and what he couldn't. Of course, Scar didn't need much to live. He just wasn't the type of man who wanted to be living hand to mouth, he never had been. "How ye been, Gallagher?"
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Post by Luke Gallagher on Jun 4, 2011 21:10:11 GMT -5
Luke ordered a drink for himself from the waitress and nodded over at Scar as he gazed around at the other players at the table. Luke was a fair enough card player when it counted, mostly he played for entertainment and leisure, and because for his information gathering brain it was a rich environment to practice his craft. He'd long ago learned that there was a great deal that you could tell about someone based on the way that they played cards, and his keen eyes didn't miss much. Truth was that Luke had more than enough money stored away in his room upstairs, and on his person for emergencies as Finn has always taught him - this card game was for pure entertainment.
"Been fair enough Scar, you know how it is," Luke paused to glance at his cards, tossing two away and motioning to be dealt two more before flashing a grin over at his friend. "Keeping busy." He winked then, knowing that Scar would understand that their variations of busy often were vastly different from anyone else's - Five Points found sport in what others might find evil or cruel or downright deadly. "What about yourself? Managing to find ways to entertain yourself, I imagine." Pair of queens, decent hand all things considered. His eyes passed around the table trying to read his opponents until he landed on Scar again - always a toss up with that one.
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Post by Baby on Jun 5, 2011 17:30:00 GMT -5
A little aways from her normal routine, Baby had walked into Raconteur's in search of a decent drink and maybe a game of cards. She ran her fingers through her cascading hair as she walked over to a table and sat down, ordering a scotch on the rocks as she crossed her legs. She was abit dressed up today, business was business lately and in her line of work outside of being a newsie, impressions mattered. She wore a red dress that fell just passed her knees but currently she was bare foot, having taken her shoes off under the table. She thanked the waitress with a nod as she took a long drink of the liquor and eyed the men playing cards a few tables over. She tilted her head and swirled in glass in thought before she got out of her chair and walked over to the table. She cleared her throat softly and looked between the two men, she was sure she'd seen them around at some point or another, but hadn't ever been one to catch names quickly.
"Hey there boys....would ya mind dealin a goil in?" she asked sweetly, her Italian accent slipping into her words. She placed her hand lightly on the back of the chair that the man dealing the cards was sitting in as she batted her eyelashes abit and tilted her head to the other side. "Please?" she added nicely. She wondered how good they were at cards but she knew she could keep up pretty well too. |
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Post by Scar Bourke on Jun 5, 2011 19:27:15 GMT -5
Scar smirked and inclined his head in Luke's direction as he spoke, "Yeah I know how it is." He certainly did know how it was. He'd been tied to Five Points for a long time and now he worked with another, even more elaborate gang within the city. He'd been raised by mob men and he'd certainly become the epitome of one. He didn't flinch when it came to dirty jobs which is why he did so well in the business. Scar nodded to Luke's question, "It's never very difficult for me to entertain myself."
He surreptitiously eyed the other players as he took two cards from the dealer and glanced at the ones he was dealt. On the inside he smirked, but he kept his face blank so he wouldn't reveal that he had a full house. He raised the bet before glancing up when he heard a females voice. "Might wanna wait for the hand to be over, lass." His voice was condescending as he gave her a once over. She was cute, but he'd had enough with younger women once he was through with Fighter. "But once we are I can assure you we have no problem taking your money." His smirk widened as he turned his attention back to the other players. The man to his right folded quickly and had to wipe his brow he was sweating so profusely.
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Post by Luke Gallagher on Jun 5, 2011 20:21:25 GMT -5
Luke smirked a little at Scar's response, a typical one for men such as them, where madness lay in wait in their blood at every turn, making entertainment and keeping busy far from difficult things to do. Leaning forward a little, Luke assessed the table as Scar raised the bet and Luke considered his options - his friend could be calling a bluff, or lady luck could be on Scar's side that night. He glanced at his queens again and weighed his options just as a young female voice cut into their game and he lifted his eyes to find a girl batting her eyes at them. Openly he gave her a once over, pretty face, even if she couldn't stop blinking her eyes at them like it was going to get her some place - nice curves though, even better in a few years.
"Actually I think he will take all your money," Luke said with an easy grin as he decided to err on the side of caution and folded his cards, passing the bet to the man between them that looked as though he might pass out if the game went on much longer. It was hard to read Scar one way or the other, but it didn't look like the other players at the table really had a prayer, nor could they afford to fold out like Luke had - so he deferred. "You still interested, pull up a chair, darlin'," Luke said, motioning with his hand towards one that had been abandoned to his right just a few moments earlier. "But best make sure ye know whose sittin' at the table with you." He winked at her and shot a grin over in Scar's direction before leaning back and draping his arms over the chairs on either side of him, ignoring the way the man on his left jumped at the action.
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Post by Baby on Jun 6, 2011 13:00:20 GMT -5
She watched the game closely and examined each of the players, it made her chuckle abit at how quickly some had folded. She nodded at Scar's comments and watched his face as he didn't give into the others. She sighed abit and downed the rest of her drink, waving a waitress over and asking for the woman to refill her glass before she turned back watching the end of the game. She smirked and nodded again at Scar,"I see yer the one to not be reckoned with but I'll take my chances hun I tend to have a fair amount of luck as well," she mused. When Luke spoke she turned her gaze to him at his offerring of the chair beside him, she smiled abit and looked him over, not bad, a tad older than herself it was assurred but Baby never tended to mix age into anything.
She sat down in the empty chair, not minding his arm much and accepted her drink from the returning waitress, swirling the liquid in the glass before setting it down on the table. "Alright then, les get this thing goin..." she said as she watched the dealer shuffle and begin dealing out their hands. She knew alot lately, she watched Race play cards with the other boys at the lodge house and she picked up how to read people quite well, but she still wasn't sure if she could beat this guy who seemed to be quite lucky tonight, but she wasn't gonna be one to give in easily either. |
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Post by Luke Gallagher on Nov 6, 2011 11:23:35 GMT -5
<New Day - Open>
Luke was settled at a table alone, a deck of cards spread out before him as his nimble fingers alternated between shuffling them and managed the cigar that hung from his mouth. It had been a slow day on the streets, so Luke had settled himself here in the club and found himself a profitable card game to join - midday ones always had the best targets - down on their luck gamblers who couldn't resist the urge to bleed their money right in Luke's pocket. It had only taken a few hands before the table had emptied, leaving Luke behind with more hours in his day and his pockets heavier than they had been before. Ah, such was sport for a Gallagher, he thought wryly as he smiled to himself and lifted a hand to take the cigar and blow out a steady stream of smoke.
Luke detested having idle hands - not that most of his work involved his hands directly, that was usually reserved for Finn and Killian - but Luke's did involve his brain and his eyes and his impossibly quick with. The damned thing of it was, there wasn't anyone that rightly needed charming of information at the moment and the empty hours had left Luke with little to do. Beyond stirring up the occasional bout of trouble because it amused him, he'd still only drawn his new knife from Murphy on one occasion, and it was more a flourish than an actual threat and that was downright disappointing. What good was a new blade if there wasn't any blood to sully it? Shrugging off that line of thought, Luke replaced the cigar in his mouth and danced his fingers along the edges of the deck of cards - patience, a virtue Luke Gallagher really should make some attempt at procuring.
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Post by Amelia MacKenna on Nov 6, 2011 20:43:39 GMT -5
The figure that came down the stairs was holding a ledger in her arms, making a pivot as she shut the door solidly behind her back. She was the kind of woman that drew attention, and many men did turn to look at the elegance that walked into the room. She was cool and dignified, but there was more behind those dark eyes than just a sharp mind. It was a calculating one, and if nothing else a dangerous one. She was the planner, though she didn't get involved with her own hands often-- she delegated just fine. The woman that had infiltrated the police department to be a secretary. Diligent as always she moved over and set the ledger under the bar-- before moving back to give the table looking down at Luke.
"Well now," she replied quietly-- the chill in her voice almost undetectable unless you knew her well enough. She was warm with few people and though her tone was chilly her hand was not. She turned her head to look down at Luke, eyes motioning towards the kitchen before she moved away.
She'd been in Boston looking for information on the men that had killed Sean O'Malley and though he'd been a old and good friend of most of them-- his death had been a blow but not in the emotional way. For Lia, it had been checks and balances and she'd found some very nice information on some things in Boston she wanted to share. Luke was one of the few people who could coax anything resembling warmth from her and she was curious as to what her old friend would think.
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