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Post by jliessa44 on Jan 19, 2016 20:44:42 GMT
Malachi and Daze both stepped out of the car carefully, like the mild mannered citizens they were.
Daze didn't need much acting to appear frightened. Her voice came out breathy as she gulped back tears. "This isn't our car, sir. We were being chased by men with guns and some man came and shot them. Then they set the place on fire and we escaped in this car."
For added measure she looked out past the officers, towards the city, as though she expected the thugs to come shoot them all up with tommy guns.
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Post by Starsinger on Jan 19, 2016 20:55:18 GMT
Dorothy relaxed the moment she received her drink and sipped at it in relief. Now much more congenial, she treated Dean to a curious glance. "And what causes a man to be so spifflicated this early in the day?"
She reached into a pocket and pulled out a cigarette, glancing at Harlow, "Mind if I...?"
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Post by NightBlade on Jan 19, 2016 21:17:20 GMT
(Hey Ummm if anyone could respond to Jane, that'd be super great. She's a frequent to all the local bars, so it was supposed to be easy)
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Post by Aviar Goldeneagle on Jan 19, 2016 21:17:44 GMT
Milton ordered a drink and sat down. This speakeasy was one that Benedetto's thugs often came to, so hopefully he could get some information from someone on him. Glancing around the room, Milton looked to see if there was a likely person to talk to--a slightly drunk man? The woman in the bowler hat? The barmaid? That's when Milton noticed another man, staring at him from across the bar in the shadows of a corner.
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Post by WookieeElf on Jan 19, 2016 21:36:23 GMT
(( NightBlade: Got you covered)) Aine dashed into the speakeasy, cheeks red and gasping for breath. She latched onto the nearest person—Jane. "Yu'll ne'er guess wha happened!" She said breathlessly.
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Post by NightBlade on Jan 19, 2016 21:40:23 GMT
Jane spun to face Anie. "Is it the speakeasy down 8th street!?"
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Post by WookieeElf on Jan 19, 2016 21:46:47 GMT
"The one that blew up?" Aine wasn't that good with roads, but went ahead anyway. "Y'know who I saw there?" Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Oscar T.! He bought one of my papes!"
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Post by NightBlade on Jan 19, 2016 21:59:27 GMT
(Thanks BTW)
Jane hesitated. "Oscar...Oscar T, y'say?"
(Sry bumpin off to work soon)
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Post by WookieeElf on Jan 19, 2016 22:00:58 GMT
((No prob, and see ya later))
Aine nodded. "Yes! He an' his goons held up me and this otha Newsie—but 'e let us go!"
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Post by CNGoodhue on Jan 19, 2016 23:57:10 GMT
((I'll jump in as well.))
Jack waited until Aine was done saying her bit and then butted in. "Yeah, he just let us go! No catch or anythin'," he said in shock. "Something about a murder plot."
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Post by WookieeElf on Jan 20, 2016 1:07:41 GMT
Aine nodded when Jack spoke up. "Ain't that weird?"
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Post by NightBlade on Jan 20, 2016 4:57:38 GMT
"But wait--how-er, why were you mixed up with Oscar T?" Jane tried to keep the look of confusion and worry off her face.
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Post by WookieeElf on Jan 20, 2016 6:35:09 GMT
"We was goin' back to check out the fire and hopefully get a story—the papes love a good arson—but Oscar T. was there, talking with someone. His goons cornered us, but he let us go," Aine explained.
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Post by gamemastergrimwarden on Jan 20, 2016 7:30:26 GMT
Michael stepped up beside Jon, rubbing his bruised head.
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Post by Lylyss on Jan 20, 2016 8:47:45 GMT
Malachi and Daze both stepped out of the car carefully, like the mild mannered citizens they were. Daze didn't need much acting to appear frightened. Her voice came out breathy as she gulped back tears. "This isn't our car, sir. We were being chased by men with guns and some man came and shot them. Then they set the place on fire and we escaped in this car." For added measure she looked out past the officers, towards the city, as though she expected the thugs to come shoot them all up with tommy guns. Madeline bit her the inside of her cheek, digging down until tears pooled in her eyes. Remember. You're supposed to be scared. She ducked out of the car and stood beside Daze. Best to let the bootleggers do the talking. _______________ Jon faltered. Crying women were something he associated with the innocent side. "Sorry miss, but we'll have to check that at the station. I'm sure you understand. Hey, uh, Mike..." In an undertone. "Wanna do the cuffs? I'll cover for you." Dorothy relaxed the moment she received her drink and sipped at it in relief. Now much more congenial, she treated Dean to a curious glance. "And what causes a man to be so spifflicated this early in the day?" She reached into a pocket and pulled out a cigarette, glancing at Harlow, "Mind if I...?" Dean risked a glance at the coat-clad woman. "Spiffily cated...?" ________________ Milton ordered a drink and sat down. This speakeasy was one that Benedetto's thugs often came to, so hopefully he could get some information from someone on him. Glancing around the room, Milton looked to see if there was a likely person to talk to--a slightly drunk man? The woman in the bowler hat? The barmaid? That's when Milton noticed another man, staring at him from across the bar in the shadows of a corner. The raggedy man sidled over to Milton, cracking a smile. His teeth looked like corn kernels. "Ey. You's got a funny lookin' face. Familiar-like."
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Post by Starsinger on Jan 20, 2016 8:59:05 GMT
"Drunk." Dorothy huffed, as if she was offended he didn't know the meaning to a word she was quite fond of. She took a napkin and unfolded it, carefully smoothing it out on her lap to hide the extra leg that was showing thanks to her coat.
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Post by Lylyss on Jan 20, 2016 9:40:42 GMT
"Oh." Dean swirled his glass of water. "Just trying to relax. You know. It's kind of like your cigarette."
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Post by jliessa44 on Jan 20, 2016 17:04:33 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 approached Jane and the newsie duo. "Do you three want anything?"
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Post by CNGoodhue on Jan 20, 2016 17:45:06 GMT
"It's unheard of," Jack said, clearly in a state of confusion.
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Post by WookieeElf on Jan 20, 2016 18:44:01 GMT
Aine looked at Harlow, and held up two fingers. "Brandy, but make weaker for the kid...please."
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Post by NightBlade on Jan 20, 2016 18:52:09 GMT
"I'll just take a Saturday regular (whatever that is for Jane, she's a regular), if y'please." Jane replied readily to the keep. "Don't slosh me, please."
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Post by Aviar Goldeneagle on Jan 20, 2016 20:07:52 GMT
LylyssMilton narrowed his eyes and felt for the gun in his pocket. It was there. "Yeah?" he said, "You seen me before?"
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Post by Starsinger on Jan 20, 2016 20:31:27 GMT
"No one gets drunk if they just want to relax. You only need a drink or two to do that." Dorothy rolled her eyes and sipped at her drink again.
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Post by CNGoodhue on Jan 20, 2016 20:46:13 GMT
Aine replied to Harlow for him, but Jack piped up. "Actually I'm craving a glass a' red wine. The cheap kind, I'm on'a budget."
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Post by WookieeElf on Jan 20, 2016 21:54:05 GMT
Aine gave Jack a look. "You're sixteen. You don't need wine!"
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Post by Lylyss on Jan 21, 2016 8:44:32 GMT
Lylyss Milton narrowed his eyes and felt for the gun in his pocket. It was there. "Yeah?" he said, "You seen me before?" The mongrel-man nodded. "You a celebrity or something?" "No one gets drunk if they just want to relax. You only need a drink or two to do that." Dorothy rolled her eyes and sipped at her drink again. "Yeah..." Dean huffed. "Always starts with one or two."
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Post by Starsinger on Jan 21, 2016 8:54:05 GMT
"There's this little thing called self control..." Dorothy sighed, muttering several things about men and Americans, and set her cigarette between her teeth, taking her frustration of people's idiocy on the matchbox. "Which no one has any more."
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Post by Aviar Goldeneagle on Jan 21, 2016 9:00:01 GMT
Lylyss Milton narrowed his eyes and felt for the gun in his pocket. It was there. "Yeah?" he said, "You seen me before?" The mongrel-man nodded. "You a celebrity or something?" Milton shook his head and stared at the man curiously. "Nope."
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Post by Lylyss on Jan 21, 2016 9:11:09 GMT
"There's this little thing called self control..." Dorothy sighed, muttering several things about men and Americans, and set her cigarette between her teeth, taking her frustration of people's idiocy on the matchbox. "Which no one has any more." Dean squinted at her. "And you blame America for that?" __________ EDIT "That's funny." The man tilted his head. "I coulda sworn you was on a poster or something..."
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Post by Starsinger on Jan 21, 2016 9:15:08 GMT
Dorothy laughed, "I suppose not. But something like this cursed prohibition would never be stood for back home."
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