tmg
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Post by tmg on Aug 21, 2012 11:53:23 GMT -6
Anya nodded, still chewing her bread. She herself never stayed at any place longer than a week, something which she had learned while spying in the War.
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Post by steph on Aug 21, 2012 12:21:05 GMT -6
"So what brings you to America? Most everyone I know of who made it through the war's staying over in Europe if they can manage it. Paris or Spain or wherever."
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Post by tmg on Aug 21, 2012 12:44:11 GMT -6
Anya's brow furrowed, thinking. "There was nothing left for me in Europe," she confessed, looking down at her hands. "My home was destroyed and my family killed in the war...I was just a young girl." To this day, she still did not know if it had been Allied troops or the Russian militia who had set fire to her village. "I stowed away on a British ship after the war and came here. What exactly brought me here, though, I really cannot say. "
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Post by steph on Aug 21, 2012 13:56:30 GMT -6
Connor nodded. "Sounds a hell of a lot like how it was at home before I left." He shook his head.
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Post by tmg on Aug 21, 2012 19:31:42 GMT -6
"What happened?" Anya asked.
(kind of lame, Anya...kind of lame.)
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Post by steph on Aug 22, 2012 9:17:08 GMT -6
"England happened, that's what. We've been a colony for a long damned time and we've finally gotten sick of it. About a year after the Great War ended Ireland went to war against England, and it's still going on. I lost about half my family to it." Connor shook his head and lit another cigarette.
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Post by tmg on Aug 22, 2012 10:17:39 GMT -6
Anya stared at a glass bottle on the bar, not knowing what to say. "I'm sorry," she finally said after what felt like hours, knowing full well that those words would not be enough to fix anything or to make Connor feel any better. Anya had spent years trying to detach herself from the pain that still remained, and until last night she thought she had been doing a pretty good job. Vaguely she thought of Jay, and how in her very drunken state she had thought he was her father. He was probably flying his plane right now, in his own little paradise, the whole incident forgotten.
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Zee
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Post by Zee on Aug 22, 2012 11:49:06 GMT -6
(I think I shall bring Aiden back soon. I'm bored. Also since a few of the other girls have sort of given up, I think I'll bring Laela back and she can be a waitress in addition to a musician, since we currently have no waitresses.)
(but I'll do this later because actually I have to leave. But they'll be here this evening.)
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Post by steph on Aug 22, 2012 15:14:40 GMT -6
^ (Go for it! Maybe I should make another waitress too. Hmmm.)
Connor shook his head again, taking another drag off of his cigarette. "Not your fault." He was talking a lot about the past lately. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. "Anyway. You know Parrino's suppliers?"
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Post by Par on Aug 22, 2012 15:21:44 GMT -6
He was probably flying his plane right now, in his own little paradise, the whole incident forgotten. Lol! Because, afterall: You gotta put your behind in your past. ;D * Jay touched down in New York just long enough to drop off the mail and check his fuel. The sky was looking darker than it should, and he needed to get back to Boston before any weather set in.
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Post by tmg on Aug 22, 2012 20:58:26 GMT -6
"Yeah. Parrino had me do a good deal of the negotiations, actually." Anya took a swig of water. "He thought some of the suppliers might be more willing to part with their hooch, for a lower price, if a pretty young woman was doing the talking." Parrino might be a lot of things, but he certainly was not stupid, and he was right about the suppliers being more receptive to Anya's wheeling and dealing. She ran a finger across her right cheek, aware of the cut there that would eventually form a scar, and the bruises that were still blooming bright upon her face.
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Post by tmg on Aug 22, 2012 20:59:29 GMT -6
(I was thinking, I could make a waitress if we needed, or perhaps even a bartender?)
(Lion King, Par! Love it!!!)
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Post by Zee on Aug 22, 2012 22:09:35 GMT -6
Aiden walked from his home to the Grainne early, when it was still light outside. It was Saturday and he had nothing else to do, and he wanted to check on Connor. He carried with him the gun that he had stolen from Parrino's man the night before. He didn't want it on his hands any longer than necessary.
(whoops guys I realized that when you factor in his gun aversion I have pretty much made Batman. Granted, he's a 1920's irish-chinese bootlegging batman. But still. How did this happen?)
(Laela will arrive when it's night time.)
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Post by Claire on Aug 22, 2012 22:22:48 GMT -6
(That's okay Zee, Batman is a bad ass.)
Brandi sauntered into the speakeasy smoking a cigarette. She was a little earlier than normal, but it seemed everyone else was as well.
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Post by Par on Aug 23, 2012 12:31:25 GMT -6
(whoops guys I realized that when you factor in his gun aversion I have pretty much made Batman. Granted, he's a 1920's irish-chinese bootlegging batman. But still. How did this happen?) *Nods approvingly* Jay touched down in Boston and taxied quickly to his hangar, trying to beat the rain. He was partially successful, as it didn't start raining until he had shut down his plane and was pushing it backwards into the hangar. "Great," he muttered, the rain quickly soaking through his clothes. (btw, I made it rain.)
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