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 Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 8:16 pm
Doris saw the mess Charlie was making, and grabbed a mop to clean up the mess. She handed him a clean bar towel,"Stop bleeding everywhere, people are going to be here tonight," she told him, she held the towel out to him, waiting for him to take it so she wouldn't have to go anywhere near blood.
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 8:20 pm
"Oh well excuse me for surviving a ******** car crash and not getting busted by the cops afterward." Charles grabbed the towel and walked into the backroom. "And your father sucks at getting me dates. He freakin set me up with another rumrunner!" He pressed the towel into his side to stop the bleeding as he looked around for something to bind it. "I'm sure I left some strips of canvas around here somewhere."
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 8:25 pm
Doris put her hands on her small hips and glared at him. "He was just trying to be nice, at least show some gratitude," at that, she walked over to him and kicked his left shin then she turned on her heel and stomped out of the basement. She got to the side fire escape stairs and pulled out a cigarette from her clutch purse and lit up, puffing away angrily.
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 1:21 pm
Robert entered the room, checking the sturdiness of the door as he closed it behind him. He just heard the end of some bickering and that indicated that it would be one of those days. He got within sight of Charles and Joe and crossed his arms.
"What are you blockheads goin' on about?"
He then saw some spots of blood and heard Charles yelling from the bathroom. He quickly run over and stood in the frame of the door.
"Jesus! What the hell happened to you!?"
Robert glared and cracked his knuckles.
"Is some fella givin' you trouble, Charlie? I'll show 'em a real beating."
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 1:38 pm
"No need robert. He died in the crash. Now then if you don't mind" charles found the strips of canvas in the backroom and tied the towel to his wound on his side. "That should do, hopefully." He winced in pain slightly as he walked out. "Well I'm heading home, Joe's got things covered so I've got nothin' to do. See ya." Charles started toward the stairs to head home.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 9:39 am
He looked at Robert quizzically, "Blockhead? Do any of the new kids respect the old horses these days?" He shook his head. "Well, the barrels are all in. Next shipment will be a week or so, sooner if we seem to have a problem. Anything else you need Ginty?"
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 9:57 am
John Ginty came out from the back room, "Nothing for now Joe," he told him. He looked around, "Where's Doris? And who was stirring up all that noise?" He asked.
((Wahh... short... D: ))
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 10:33 am
After a while of walking he finally arrived at the burnt river boat that served as his home. "Damn that doris and her freakin kickin' me in the shin." He sat down on the edge of the boat, rubbing the spot where he had been kicked. "Surprising she could kick that hard."
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 1:23 pm
Robert chuckled at Joe's remark.
"It's hard to respect the old horses when they're actin' like stubborn mules."
He then brushed the side of his nose with his thumb, proud of his clever comeback.
"Anyways, I'm lookin' forward to tonight. It's been a while since we've had ourselves a good ol' fanshioned rumble. I'm talkin' a huge brawl and not that petty fisticuffs."
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 4:09 pm
Doris lit up her second cigarette and looked around. Wonder where Lillian is she thought, she hasn't seen her friend at all today. She was normally an early riser.
((Again, short, I've hit a rut in life... ))
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 9:02 pm
Joe nodded to Ginty, then looked to the kid, "Mules look stubborn when kids aren't willing to acknowledge the mules know something's wrong. Have fun with that fight. Ginty, when am I coming over?"
With the response, Joe waved, "I look forward to it." He headed off to his house to get some clothes on before the dinner. He pondered the day, then thought of his own friends. He smirked, thinking about the fights he got into as an Irish kid in Boston. He recalled his dad warning him against him. He recalled the smug responses he threw back, thinking it was proving something his old man couldn't understand.
Joe laughed, dressed for the night, and then sat down to listen to the radio. There was a good program on about cops chasing after robbers. The announcer was enthusiastic, and the writer seemed as if he'd been in on some action himself. The realism of a fake moment somehow put Joe at ease.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 8:20 am
With Joe's absence, John seeked out his daughter. He found her on the fire escape steps. "Hey there, Dumpling," he said to her. She looked up.
"Hi father," she was relaxed after the two cigarettes.
"You should get going home to get ready for supper, aren't you excited to wear that new dress you bought?"
"Sounds like the bee's knees," she said, she stood up and hugged her father and left for home. She got to her room, and changed into her new dress, and sprayed on some perfume she got from an aunt who went to Paris.
When she was finished she twirled in front of her mirror, and sat on her bed. She let out a sigh, for what reason, she didn't know. She finally decided to go downstairs and help with the supper by at least setting out the fine china on the table with the silver forks to match.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 8:33 am
Charles plopped down on his makeshift matress and stared out of the hole in the roof above him at the night time stars. "Damn, times like this I miss my old man. Damn ginty, making him completely stop selling to the others. If he hadn't done that, He might still be alive, and ginty still would have gotten his beer." He sat up since he couldn't sleep that night. "Though he probably would never have thought that could happen." He walked out of the room and leaned on one of the few remaining rails and stared out at the lights of the city.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 9:34 am
Joe packed a brown bag. On the top were some groceries, and a bottle of sparkling grape juice. On the bottom, there was a bottle of actual wine with a label claiming it was sparkling grape juice. He drove to Ginty's, and knocked on the door, wearing finer clothing than usual--a shirt and tie with a jacket. He put his hat and jacket on a rack that was by the door.
"Hey there, boss," he said with a smile. "Thanks for the invite. I brought some fruit, fermented and not." He placed the bag down. "How've ya been?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 9:50 am
Doris was sitting on her bed, looking out her window when a knock came. She opened the door and her mother was there. She already knew what she was going to say before anything was said.
"Come downstairs, Joe's here," she told Doris, her mother turned and fixed her hair nervously. She followed her mother downstairs, and there was Joe in the living room, holding a bag.
"Hi Joe," she greeted him with a smile, since hugging him in front of her mom would make her explode with curiosity. "How's it been going for you?"
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