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Post by Cian Mahoney on May 30, 2009 15:56:04 GMT -6
Not much was new in these days. Well except for the reason he was out. Lighting another cigarette Cian pocketed the pack and pulled out his lighter. Just about out. Damnit. He was have to buy another one soon. He struck the flint and lit the cigarette. Inhlaing deeply the red glow was soft on his face, Cian let the sweet toxin fill his lungs. Holding it for a few short moments to let its sickening bitter sweetness course through his body an quench the craving before he let the smoke out in a wisps from his nostrils and from between his lips. Instant relaxation. he felt better already. You should find those bastards. Hunt them down and make them pay for it. "No, shut up." he muttered. Once more he was talking to himself. He took another small srag of the cig as he kept on walking. Hands stuffed in his pockets. His shoulders shrugged up a little. The street lamps lit the dim street. That and the occasional passing headlights that blared from those who were fortunate enough to own a car.
His shoes scuffing along the pavement quietly. Thinking about the house. What a hell hole. It was even worse now. His place had been broken into and nearly everything he owned was taken. This wasn't the first time this kind of thing had happened. The first time around he had gone to the police, but they did absolutely nothing. they laughed at him. Why? Because he was living in the slums, thats why. He wasn't a quality citizen. It also didn't help that he was a foreigner. Once he opened his mouth to say a hello, his accent could be heard. Thick, and heavey. That was it. Bastards... he thought. It was a no brainer that he wouldn't go to them for help again. He wouldn't get help. They wouldn't give it to him. Lesser amoung society. fantastic brand that was. They figured him for unemployed too. Imagine their shock when they went to Weston's for a drink and found him tending the bar. Cian made sure to spit in their drinks when they weren't looking and purposefully gave them dirty glasses. A quiet revenge they knew nothing of. Just him. It was a comfort.
Another drag on the cigarette as the smoke filled his lungs and left. Leaving him with a blissful feeling of relaxation once more. God he loved his cigarettes. But there was one thing he did miss. He missed his family. His little brother and parents. He felt lonely and that was the reason behind him talking to himself on most cases. It wasn't insanity, it was the human mind trying to make up for what was missing. He sighed once more. Ignoring the buildings he passed. Ignoring the police department. Well, he had stood outside the place for a few moments. Debating as to whether he should try again, but in the end the decision was ultimately to not go there. I still say you shuold find them and kick their asses. No, wait, thats a bad idea. You can't fight for shit... "I said shut it..." He argued back. Quietly of course. He wasn't about to shout it. Moving on. Passing alleys and shops. flashing lights of downtown were everywhere.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on May 31, 2009 22:32:34 GMT -6
Leaving the Ducati in her flat seemed to be a good idea when she first decided to go out, but now Pauley was seriously beginning to regret that decision. Her feet were beginning to ache, and to make matters worse, she couldn't find anything interesting or emotionally stirring to capture on film. The city was pretty much dead, or as dead as a city can get on a Tuesday night.
Deciding to take a cigarette break, Pauley found herself an empty stoop and sat, resting her Nikon on her knee as she searched her pockets for the battered pack of Camels. Finally, she found the cancer sticks and sighed in relief. In leaving the Ducati, she left her camera bag, where she usually left her cigarettes.
Damnit, where the hell are my matches? Searching her pockets once again, Pauley came up short. How the fuck was she going to get a light? Heaving a deep sigh, the color blind woman looked up, and watched as a handsome guy made his way toward her, looking upset and distracted. Maybe I could get a light from him.
Standing, Pauley smiled and flipped her ponytail over her shoulder. "Hey, got a light?" she asked, holding out her unlit Camel.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on May 31, 2009 22:43:04 GMT -6
He heard a voice after a few more moments of silence. Cian brought his gaze up and stopped walking. He stood there for a moment and let the question register in his mind. He instinctively began to search his pockets for his lighter. Padding at his jacket. Feeling around for it. Bingo. He pulled it out and took a few steps closer. Holding it out for her. "Here ye are..." He said. The Scot cleared his throat and took another drag of his cig. before removing it from between his lips. He dropped the glowing filter to the ground and snuffed it out with his shoe. "Do ye ever notice how us smokers are usually the ones unprepared?" He chuckled.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on May 31, 2009 22:56:01 GMT -6
Watching as the lighter gray embers glowed at the end of her cigarette with her first inhale, Pauley once again wished she knew just what it really looked like to see a smoke get lit. She pushed the thought to the back of her mind and looked up at her savior with her pink eyes. He was rather rugged looking, now that she could see him from closer up, and seemed to need a good night of sleep. "Thanks. And yeah, I know what you mean."
It took a moment to register, but Pauley could have sworn her could hear an accent in the man's voice. "I left my match book at home, again. Um, I'm Pauley."
Way to go, Ace. Freak the guy out with your big mouth when all he did was light your smoke! Pauley mentally smacked herself and shut up, settling for another drag off of the life-saving tabacco.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on May 31, 2009 23:07:15 GMT -6
He smirked at her as she thanked him. His bright blue eyes catching a glimpse of her pink ones. He supressed his surprised expression and merely accepted it. He drew another cig, and set it between his lips as she spoke again. He lit the end. A red glow once more lighting up his thin, young, and slightly tired face. He inhaled deeply. Once more that precious poison filled his lungs. She introduced herself and he gave a small chuckle. "Pleasure lass... Cian." He said in reply. A soft and warm tone in his voice. He was still pissed off about the break in at his shit hole of a house, but atleast she seemed nice. "So tell me... Wha' brings you out tonigh'? Its a wee bit chilly. Is it not?" He took another drag of the warming stick. Unfortunately he smoked the damn things right down to the filter. That was far from healthy, but the same was said about the habit itself.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on May 31, 2009 23:20:18 GMT -6
Silently, Pauley cursed the man for mentioning the cool temerature of the night. Until then, she had not felt a thing, and now that the idea was brought up, the young woman began to shiver in her light leather jacket. With a shrug, Pauley took the last drag off of her smoke and snubbed it out on the sidewalk as she exhaled. "I'm a photographer and I was hoping to find something to use as a subject for the night."
Pauley watched the cherry of Cian's cigarette and smiled to herself. She really heard the accent that time, and from the name, she would gather a guess that he was Scottish. "What brings you out on a night like tonight? If you don't mind my asking?"
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Post by Cian Mahoney on May 31, 2009 23:38:35 GMT -6
He nodded at her respose as he continued to suck back on the smoke. He exhaled a smoke ring for shits and giggles. Then answered her question. "Well, some bugger 'as gone an' broken into my house again... Not tha' I had anything valuable in it... but still." He sighed. Taking another drag. "I'm not going te bother going to the cops either. They won' help me. I tried tha' once, but because I have an accent, they brushed it off and snubbed me. Bastards.." He scuffed his shoe against the pavement as he shifted his standing weight a little. "So.. you take pictures? Specialize in any areas?"
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Post by Pauley Morgan on May 31, 2009 23:47:15 GMT -6
Able to empathize, Pauley lent her heart out to the poor guy. He just had his house broken into for a second time, and the cops wouldn't help him the first time? Some justice system, eh? "I'm sorry to hear about your house. At least they didn't get anything of value." At least they didn't get anything valuable? What are you, 10? She could have kicked herself at the moment. Changing the topic, Pauley decided to answer his question.
"Oh, I don't have a specialty. I just like to try and capture real life. I also do private shoots, and will sometimes take on an assignment if I really need to pay the rent. What about you? What do you do?"
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Post by Cian Mahoney on May 31, 2009 23:58:03 GMT -6
He smiled and chuckled. "Aye... I don't own anything truly valuable. Well, worth cash atleast. I mean, I may have a few pounds layin' about the place tha' I haven't yet exchanged... but nothing too valuable." He listened to her talk about her area of expertise. Real life photos. That was always interesting. Anything in the arts was interesting for that matter. "Hmm.. wha' do I do? I am the bar tender at Weston's Pub and Grille.. sorry.. wha' its called a bar here right?" He chuckled. He still was trying to get some of the lingo right, but he was doing alright with most of it. Of course, he got odd looks when he mentioned a few terms. But he had nearly mastered the american terms. Nearly being the key word. "I am the usual tender tha' is. But its my night off... You look chilly." He said finally. She did, and it was bugging him a little.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 1, 2009 0:18:33 GMT -6
Pauley rubbed her arms and wrapped her jacket tighter around her body. "Yeah, it is getting a bit chilly out here. I should be fine though once I start walking again." Hazarding a glance up at Cian, Pauley noticed that his eyes seemed to be deep, to her they were a light charcoal color, eyes she could get lost in if she let herself. "I've never been to Weston's. It is on my list of places to go though. I've only been here for a couple of months, so I'm still trying to learn my way around the city. And your 'American' is fine. I've always called the bar a pub as well; I lived just blocks away from the Irish community in Chicago."
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 1, 2009 0:29:27 GMT -6
"Just aslong as yer not freezing te death." He chuckled a little. He really did hope that she was ok with the temperature. "Weston's isn' a bad place... I'm not too horrid for a tender." He chuckled and smiled. His grin was almost childlike. "I'm quite proud o' myself. I have managed to keep my own terms te myself, but I sometimes slip and use the Brittish terms. Then no one knows wha' I'm on about." He lauhed a little."My father is actually half Irish. Tha's were my last name Mahoney comes from. People tend te think I'm full Irish. But no... only one quarter. " He chuckled again.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 1, 2009 0:37:46 GMT -6
With a shake of her head, Pauley grinned. "Naw, I'll be alright. Are you walking, because I could go for a coffee right now." She pulled her camera from around her neck and quickly took a picture of the man before her. It was too much of a temptation not to. "I don't really know my heritage, and really don't care to know. As for slipping up, I have always had a thing for English accents. I used to go to the theaters in Chicago and just listen to the accents they used for hours."
It was time for another cigarette, so pulling the Camel from her pocket, Pauley flashed a smile at Cian. "Got another light?"
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 1, 2009 0:47:25 GMT -6
He chuckled a little as she spoke. Nodding. "Aye.. coffee is my friend. I'm well aquainted... Oh a ligh'? O'course." He withdrew the lighter once more and held it out. Already lit. " There ye are... Now, shall we?" He began to walk. Hopefully with her in tow. He hadn't gone out for a coffee in a long time and it was an appealing idea to him. It was always nice to go for coffee. He sighed gently as he walked. Perhaps he found an intersting aquaintence. Possibly a friend? He didn't have any friends, and the idea of possibly gaining one was a nice thought. Refreshing.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 1, 2009 0:52:48 GMT -6
Taking a deep drag from her freshly lit smoke, Pauley made sure she had her camera and turned to walk with Cian. New in a big city, Pauley hadn't met very many people, and she was really looking forward to getting to know Cian better, and hopefully make a new friend. "Know of any good bookstores around here? I have a few titles I would love to find and add to my library." The brisk air filled her lungs, and Pauley found herself dropping her cigarette before she had even finished it. The walk was definatly worming her up, or maybe it was just having some company.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 1, 2009 1:08:55 GMT -6
"I believe there is one in Wildwood Mall... I am no' entirely sure though... " He smiled a little. They walked in silence. Mostly for him, he was just taking in the peace of this area. It hadn't been broken by screeching tires or gunshots just yet. He sighed and then looked at her with a curious expression. Taking another drag. A final one. Right down to the filter. He dropped it and snuffed it out with his shoe as he walked. "So lass... Why the picture?" He then grinned. "a mug shot incase I try anythin' and ye need to identify me later?" He laughed a little. "I would never do anything... don' worry."
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