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Post by Lylyss on Jan 21, 2016 9:29:31 GMT
"That's right. England prefers to leave the drink and take the food." Dean paused. Did I really say that...?
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Post by Starsinger on Jan 21, 2016 9:33:01 GMT
"We're not perfect, I'm just saying we have more sense than you Americans." Dorothy stiffened, and scowled through her little cloud of smoke.
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Post by Lylyss on Jan 21, 2016 9:37:02 GMT
"More sense than this one, anyway." Dean risked a conciliatory smile. "Can I buy you something?"
((Last post for the night. ;) Seeya!))
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Post by Aviar Goldeneagle on Jan 21, 2016 10:00:24 GMT
"That's funny." The man tilted his head. "I coulda sworn you was on a poster or something..." Milton shrugged. He had been an actor for a short while. But that was years ago. He turned his attention to what he was really here in the speakeasy for. "I work for a guy you could call a 'celebrity': Oscar T."
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Post by jliessa44 on Jan 21, 2016 14:01:25 GMT
In that moment Malachi was glad that the car had actually been stolen a few days prior and there wasn't anything to link them to that crime. He moved to try and comfort his sister, moving carefully. "S'alright, Daisy May." Daisy was full on crying now, though she did it without hysterics. Malachi suspected it was more out of anger than fear, but didn't feel the need to correct anyone inclined to think otherwise. ----- Harlow nodded and got the drinks, skipping the wine in favor of brandy that she watered well. For both of them.
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Post by NightBlade on Jan 21, 2016 14:03:07 GMT
Jane leaned against the counter as she waited for her drink, reflecting on this news of the arson and Oscar T's odd behavior with curiosity.
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Post by WookieeElf on Jan 21, 2016 15:17:08 GMT
Aine sipped her drink, some color returning to her cheeks—though she frowned when she realized it was watered down. But she made no comment.
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Post by Starsinger on Jan 21, 2016 19:59:48 GMT
Dorothy shook her head and sipped her drink. "This is all I'm having." Plus she didn't need a grotty man to buy her anything. A man full-stop.
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Post by CNGoodhue on Jan 22, 2016 0:32:05 GMT
(( NightBlade WookieeElf I'm gonna say it - this plot we have going on seems to be going nowhere haha. Time to brainstorm.))
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Post by WookieeElf on Jan 22, 2016 3:10:23 GMT
((Heh, true))
Aine stared at her drink a moment, then swirled it around. "Next time I see 'im, I'm gonna see if he'll let me work for him," she said out of the blue.
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Post by CNGoodhue on Jan 22, 2016 3:17:23 GMT
"Do you even know what you're sayin' right now?" Jack blurted. "That man's a killer."
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Post by WookieeElf on Jan 22, 2016 3:23:53 GMT
Aine shrugged. "Everyone's a killer, Jack. Some just don't kill people. Look, I can't be a newsie my whole life, and even now I'm pushin' it. Mebbe I can find some way to work for 'im. It's either that, or the slums." She shuddered.
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Post by NightBlade on Jan 22, 2016 5:28:34 GMT
(@cng fully agreed. Go for it!)
Jane couldn't help but overhear and turned sharply towards Aine...quickly hoping she was not too abrupt as to seem suspicious. "You--are you sure that's a good idea? I mean...with him? Oscar T?"
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Post by WookieeElf on Jan 22, 2016 6:16:14 GMT
"Well, where else am I gonna work?" Aine threw up her hands in frustration. "If I'm workin' for him, I've got less of a chance of bein' jumped in some back alley and sold to one of them 'facilities' to work."
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Post by gamemastergrimwarden on Jan 22, 2016 8:22:42 GMT
Michael turned to Jon, giving a small nod. "Yeah, but I'm driving on the way back," taking two pairs of cuffs from his belt. Then he turned back to the brother and sister, flashing a quick grin, "sorry, friends, but your going to have to come with us."
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Post by Lady Lessien on Jan 22, 2016 16:10:28 GMT
(what is this battle thread about *considers joining in if not super duper complicated*)
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Post by Lylyss on Jan 23, 2016 10:27:31 GMT
In that moment Malachi was glad that the car had actually been stolen a few days prior and there wasn't anything to link them to that crime. He moved to try and comfort his sister, moving carefully. "S'alright, Daisy May." Daisy was full on crying now, though she did it without hysterics. Malachi suspected it was more out of anger than fear, but didn't feel the need to correct anyone inclined to think otherwise. Michael turned to Jon, giving a small nod. "Yeah, but I'm driving on the way back," taking two pairs of cuffs from his belt. Then he turned back to the brother and sister, flashing a quick grin, "sorry, friends, but your going to have to come with us." "Heyheyhey." Jon's sidearm swiveled to Malachi. "What did I say about moving? That's right. Don't do it." He nodded to Michael, giving him the go ahead. I gotcha covered."You sure? It doesn't have to be a drink. They've got burgers, hot wings, french fries...?" "Oooh. Oscar T." The mongrel nodded sagaciously. "He's my brother, don'tcha know." ((Fear not, Nightblade. ;) My guy's a liar.)) (what is this battle thread about *considers joining in if not super duper complicated*) ((Currently we're doing a Prohibition Chicago and an Old West. The latter hasn't started yet, but that could change. ;) For more information and brainstorming ideas, see the the Old West and Chicago blurbs on the first page. I can also summarize the current subplots, if you like.))
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Post by CNGoodhue on Jan 24, 2016 5:29:19 GMT
((Sorry, I thought I posted earlier, but apparently not lol.
And also idk if I said that Jack has a family, but scratch that haha.))
Jack bit his lip. You know, she was right. What kind of miserable person spent their life selling newspapers and being overlooked? The kind of person that's too afraid to take a step outside of their comfortable reality. "Well, I suppose it's not that crazy...but..." Jack began, stumbling for words. "...I mean it's a risky."
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Post by Aviar Goldeneagle on Jan 24, 2016 6:32:24 GMT
"Oooh. Oscar T." The mongrel nodded sagaciously. "He's my brother, don'tcha know." ((Fear not, Nightblade. My guy's a liar.)) Milton lifted his eyebrows. "Your brother, huh? And who are you?" If this shady character was indeed Oscar's brother, which he kind of doubted, then he might be able to learn some valuable information about the gang leader which he'd be able to take back to his *true* boss, Al Dillenger. And even if he didn't get any information about Oscar T, then perhaps this man might know something about Benedetto. Even though the man seemed harmless enough, Milton stayed tense and alert, ready to pull his gun out at a moment's notice.
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Post by Starsinger on Jan 24, 2016 7:05:50 GMT
"I am certain." Dorothy was quite proud of herself for having managed to restrain her disgust, none of those went well with a good drink.
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Post by Lylyss on Jan 24, 2016 7:39:27 GMT
Milton lifted his eyebrows. "Your brother, huh? And who are you?" If this shady character was indeed Oscar's brother, which he kind of doubted, then he might be able to learn some valuable information about the gang leader which he'd be able to take back to his *true* boss, Al Dillenger. And even if he didn't get any information about Oscar T, then perhaps this man might know something about Benedetto. Even though the man seemed harmless enough, Milton stayed tense and alert, ready to pull his gun out at a moment's notice. "Ize Frankie T. Does that make me a celebrity too?" "I am certain." Dorothy was quite proud of herself for having managed to restrain her disgust, none of those went well with a good drink. "Gaaah." Dean rubbed his bloodshot eyes. "That's just cruel."
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Post by Starsinger on Jan 24, 2016 7:40:30 GMT
"I'm not the one who threw up over an innocent bystander... bysitter." Dorothy huffed.
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Post by Lylyss on Jan 24, 2016 7:49:51 GMT
"I'm not the one who threw up over an innocent bystander... bysitter." Dorothy huffed. "And gosh darn it, I'm sorry. What else do you want?" Dean fished around in his pocket. "Take my money. Take my driver's license. Take my social security card." He thew them on the counter, vaguely aware that this was irrational behavior, but unable to bear the guilt any longer.
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Post by Starsinger on Jan 24, 2016 7:51:26 GMT
"Nothing. So you can stop trying to buy me something." Dorothy snorted, "And you look like you need a strong coffee."
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Post by Lylyss on Jan 24, 2016 8:02:21 GMT
"Don't want a coffee." Dean mumbled, resting his head upon the cold bar.
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Post by Aviar Goldeneagle on Jan 24, 2016 8:06:48 GMT
Milton snorted with laughter at the man's question. Yeah, this man definitely wasn't Oscar's brother. But just to make sure, he asked a final question.
"So your last name starts with T? What is it?"
Although it wasn't common knowledge, Milton knew that Oscar's last name was Anderson. And if this man truly was his brother he'd know that.
And if this man was lying then Milton was going to end the conversation quickly.
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Post by Starsinger on Jan 24, 2016 8:09:57 GMT
"Whatever suits you." Dorothy puffed out some smoke, watching Dean with amusement.
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Post by Lylyss on Jan 24, 2016 8:10:49 GMT
"It's a secret." The man said with a wink. "Now why don't you treat this here celebrity to a celebratory beer?" ______________
EDIT
Dean groaned into the counter, something about sorry and evil and why can't I pass out.
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Post by Aviar Goldeneagle on Jan 24, 2016 8:19:48 GMT
Milton pulled out his gun and with his arm balanced on the table pointed it at the stranger. He kept his voice low so as not to attract attention.
"I don't know who you are, but I've had enough of you, man." He pushed the gun closer to the other man's face. "What do you know of Oscar T?"
((Haha, thought it was time for some more action. xD.))
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Post by Starsinger on Jan 24, 2016 8:25:39 GMT
Dorothy picked up a nearby stool, wielding it with surprising strength. "I can help with that."
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