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Post by Claire on Aug 25, 2012 22:25:49 GMT -6
Brandi glanced around at her friends, and pulled her jacket around her. "Well, let's go then."
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Post by tmg on Aug 25, 2012 23:25:05 GMT -6
Anya nodded and followed the others out the door.
(should I make a waitress or bartender or something?)
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Post by steph on Aug 26, 2012 8:32:03 GMT -6
(If you want to, I'm making one once I stop being laaaaaazy.)
Connor knew the way to the Flying Fox Inn, so he lead the way, whistling cheerfully.
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Post by Zee on Aug 26, 2012 16:17:07 GMT -6
Once Connor and his bootlegging crew departed, Laela clambered onto the stage and sat at the piano. No patrons had arrived yet, so the bar was empty. She closed her eyes and rested her fingers lightly on the keys, listening to the sound of the silence in the room. Then she began to play, improvising a soft, slow melody, for no reason except for her own enjoyment.
Aiden followed behind the others as they made their way through the streets of Boston. He fell back enough that he might not have been associated with them at all, just another person walking through the city. He had a mind to enter the inn a minute or two after Connor and watch from a distance so that surprise would be on his side if the reunion proved ugly and he needed to step in.
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Post by tmg on Aug 27, 2012 21:55:18 GMT -6
Anya walked along quietly, her footsteps barely making a sound on the cobbled streets. It had rained earlier today, and the evening held that eerie, cold mist that made it seem like they were the only ones in the whole of Boston. She was afraid to speak and break the stillness.
And, introducing...a new charrie! Well, not new precisely. I decided that Chandler from "Home for the Holidays" would make a great cook/bartender, except a 25 year-old version instead of 17.
Chandler stepped in to the Grainne through the back door. He was early, but he liked to get here before the patrons showed up anyway. He didn't see Connor around, so he assumed the boss was off on official bootlegging business, but the place was not completely empty as wonderful music was floating to his ears from the piano in the corner. Quietly, he sat down to listen to Layla play, not wanting to disturb her performance.
(Should I post a form for Chandler on here, or will his previous one from HC be sufficient?)
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Post by Claire on Aug 28, 2012 12:53:05 GMT -6
(I was just about to ask what thread his form was on, then I realized you told us. XD Dur dur durrr.)
Brandi gave Connor an amused look, his cheery whistling seemed out of place in the gloomy streets. She noticed Aiden fall back, but didn't worry too much about it. She figured he had some sort of plan, he always did.
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Post by steph on Aug 28, 2012 13:28:28 GMT -6
(Should I post a form for Chandler on here, or will his previous one from HC be sufficient?) (Eh, I think the other one's fine, unless you feel compelled to post a new one. XD) Once they reached the inn, Connor lead the way inside. There was a speakeasy here, and Johnson was there, flirting with a pretty waitress. "There's our man," Connor said.
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Post by Claire on Sept 1, 2012 23:18:06 GMT -6
Brandi followed Connor's gaze to the man she assumed to be Dodger Johnson. Though he was sitting, he appeared to be a fairly short man with broad shoulders and a thick neck. If this came to blows, it would certainly be an interesting fight. Brandi looked back to Connor. "Let's get this over with then."
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Post by steph on Sept 2, 2012 12:48:23 GMT -6
Connor fixed a bright grin on his face, and sauntered over to Johnson. "Heya, Dodge. Long time no see, huh?" Johnson looked up and glowered, hand going into a pocket, where he presumably kept his gun. "I thought I told you I'd blow your cock off the next time I saw you." "But that was years ago now. Why should we ruin such a nice business relationship over a little personal disagreement?"
(Connor don't piss him off more you need that appendage.)
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Post by tmg on Sept 2, 2012 17:29:18 GMT -6
Anya sidled up to Dodger, gently laying a hand on the man's arm. "Easy Dodge," she said in what was almost a purr. "They're with me." She eased his hand out of his pocket and gave him a soft smile. She knew how Johnson operated, and though he might be mighty pissed at Connor, she knew she could get him right where they wanted him. "We're here on business."
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Post by steph on Sept 2, 2012 17:50:53 GMT -6
"The only business I have with him is--" Johnson said, but Connor cut him off. "Blowing off my cock, yeah, yeah, yeah. But first the lady has a proposition for you."
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Post by tmg on Sept 2, 2012 20:07:29 GMT -6
"Do you mind if we move somewhere a little less out in the open?" Anya asked, and without waiting for an answer she steered Johnson into a side room, grabbing a bottle of hooch on her way and motioning for the others to follow. After everyone had seated and the door was closed, she began to speak. "Dodge, you know me, you know that Tony Parrino always sent me here to do negotiations. Well I'm not here with Tony anymore, but we can offer you something better. More money." She paused, pouring Dodger a glass of booze but not taking any herself, waiting to see what he would say. Hopefully this had piqued his interest.
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Post by steph on Sept 3, 2012 19:39:31 GMT -6
Johnson took a drink, looking from Connor to Anya. "Whatever issue you have with Parrino's your problem, not mine. And I sure as hell ain't screwing him over to get back into bed with that," he said, jerking his thumb at Connor.
"That's not what your sister said," Connor said, mouth running without consulting with his brain.
(Connor noooooo.)
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Post by Claire on Sept 3, 2012 21:52:00 GMT -6
Brandi smacked her palm into her forehead. What was Connor thinking? That was a good way to get himself shot, not make a business deal.
(Lame post is lame. I'm not feeling very witty tonight.)
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Post by tmg on Sept 10, 2012 21:13:43 GMT -6
(Sorry it's been so long, guys)
Anya shot Connor a deadly glare. Did the man want to get himself killed? She looked over at Brandi and rolled her eyes as if to say, "Ugh, men," then turned her attention back to Johnson. "And I don't care about your personal squabbles with Connor," Anya hissed dangerously. She fingered the knife in her sleeve, knowing full well that Johnson knew all about her knives and that she wasn't afraid to use them. She took a bag of coins out from her pocket and tossed them into the air, catching them again before speaking. "Are you in or out, Dodge?" she asked softly.
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