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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 1, 2009 1:15:03 GMT -6
Pauley was somehow able to keep pace with Cian as they walked along. She had never been in this part of town, and she knew she would have to come back sometime. "Wildwood Mall? I don't know if I have ever been there or not. I will have to check it out, though." Pauley watched as the man beside her finished his cigarette. She could never smoke hers all the way down to the filter. "Oh, yea, the picture. Sorry about that. It's not for a mug shot, I just like to document things, and as a photographer, film is my chosen poison."
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 1, 2009 1:23:14 GMT -6
"Wildwood is a fairly big place... got themselves a wee bit o' everything." Walking a little more. He replied to her. Smilling. "I'm glad its no' a mugshot..." He chuckled. "But I understand. Makes sense. Everyone does their own thing... Everyone's different..." He didn't mind. Just as long as he wouldn't randomly find his face on the internet at some point. He sighed deeply and continued on. He wouldn't need another smoke in a little while. Screeching tires sounded and Cian acted as if he hadn't even noticed. He had heard it, but he was used to it. He only flinched when guns went off. But that wasn't in this area. No, that happened around 21st street and in the slums where he lived.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 1, 2009 1:32:23 GMT -6
"No, I don't post my work online. I'm not all too fond of the internet, honestly." A comfortable silence fell as they walked along, heading back toward her part of town. She heard a car backfire, and chuckled. Random sounds were normal in the city. "How long have you been living in America? I assume to moved over here anyway. Me? I would probably try to get out of here though, not in here." Pauley shoved her hands in her pockets, letting the comfortable weight of her camera settle on her chest and bounce as she walked.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 1, 2009 8:52:55 GMT -6
He sighed as he thought about her question. "Well... It hasn't been all tha' long really. A few months... There was an business opportunity that sent me out here, but when I arrived it went belly up an' I can't get home really. So here I stay... but its not tha' bad. I just mainly miss my parents an' brother." He really missed his little brother. Cael. He was a few years older then Cael, but they were still close. Mail was sent back and forth between the countries, but it wasn't quite enough to keep him from being homesick. Not just sick for his family, but for his country. He was homesick for his country. Everything was different here, and he wasn't treated equally simply because he had an accent. He was having a bit of a struggle without having to deal with that. Here he was, spewing his life out at this stranger. Oh well. Not like it would matter. She seemed decent enough anyways. He didn't think she would ever cause him trouble. Didn't come off that way. They walked on and came across a coffee house. He checked the sign. They were open and... "Thank God its not a Starbucks.... I swear, every time I turn around there is one. Been there once.. not doin' it again." He laughed. He was overjoyed, yet containing, that this wasn't a Starbucks. He always thought the place was gross and the coffee was too pricey.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 1, 2009 10:06:08 GMT -6
Glad to finally have someone to talk to, Pauley listened as they walked. It seemed as if he really missed him home. She didn't blame him; she knew that normally people do miss their home, but for some reason, she didn't. Sure, she missed Rose, but there was no way to bring her grandmother back from the grave. Vaguely, she wondered what kind of business could have made a guy leave his country, but she dismissed the thought. It was best just to stick with the safe subjects.
"In Chicago, there were Starbucks' on every corner. One really had to look to find the good coffee shops. My favorite was a hole-in-the-wall place run by a lesbian couple. It was only a few blocks from my house. I loved that place."
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 1, 2009 10:32:44 GMT -6
"You poor thing.. exposed te all tha'... sewage in a mug." He laughed a little. Opening the door he allowed her in first before he himself entered and took a seat. "But I'm glad that you had that wee shop you could get to. Especially so close te home." he sighed. The waitress came over and he ordered a coffee. Just plain black coffee. Nothing added. The waitress looked to Pauley and questioned her as to what she would like.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 1, 2009 10:46:43 GMT -6
With a glance at the waitress, Pauley smiled up at the poor young thing that was working so late. "I'll have what he's having, thank you." Black coffee was exactly the thing to warm her up on a chilly night. Turning her attention back to man in front of her, Pauley nodded. "Yea, I loved that place. Joanne and Chris made everyone feel at home. They even had their little son running around the place sometimes." Just talking about the little shop made Pauley wonder what had happened to the place.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 1, 2009 10:58:18 GMT -6
He smiled at her as she spoked fondly of the place. "I'm glad ye had such a place." He grinned. It was always good to have such a place. "Kids are great... they always manage te liven a place up.." He grinned. He loved kids. Didn't have any of his own though. But he hoped to at some point in life. He would rather father a one or a few sooner then later. But that wasn't up to him. That was up to whoever he wound up with. If he ever ended up with anyone. He hoped so.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 1, 2009 11:07:04 GMT -6
Trying hard to hide the frown that threatened to show itself, Pauley forced herself to smile. Her biological was ticking, and any idea of having kids made her want them even more. "Yeah, kids are great. My first photography job was actually at a Wal-Mart, taking family portraits. The younger kids could never sit still. I loved trying to get them to smile. They can be hilarious, too." Mentally, Pauley kicked herself again for running her mouth. Shut up, Paula! This guy doesn't want to hear you talk about working with children.
The waitress arrived, bringing their coffee, and Pauley welcomed the distraction and began sipping at her hot coffee.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 1, 2009 11:23:26 GMT -6
Cian hadn't heard of Wal-Mart before. It wasn't something they had in Scotland, but he accepted it as the thing it was and smiled. She continued talking about the kids, he could help the grin that slid across his face. Reminded him of his little brother. There were not that many years between them, but it was enough for him to understand how bouncy children can be. He sighed. Taking the coffee. Cian nodded a thank you and began to drink some of the burning liquid down. Letting it run down his throat. Burning just a little. It wasn't enough to bother him. Warming from the inside out. A glow in the warmth. He sighed with a content air. "They also come up with some odd sayin's too.. " He chuckled. He looked at her and sighed. "So, you and the mister have any o' your own?" He was just assuming she had someone. She was very likable so far so he thought that it was obvious that she would be with someone. but he could be wrong. Now he was kicking himself for assuming.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 1, 2009 11:30:12 GMT -6
Warming up a bit, Pauley wrapped her hands around her mug and let the bitter sweet coffee smell surround her. She was really enjoying talking to someone who is pretty much a complete stranger. She may have grown up in the city, but she had never just struck up a conversation and then had coffee with someone she had just met. Now he was asking her if she had kids of her own. Ha! It took two to tango.
"No, no kids. It takes two to tango, and I don't have another to tango with. What about you? I'm sure you have someone waiting for you back home." He sure was cute enough, and he seemed to miss the place enough, he was sure to have a young Scottish woman and a baby waiting for him to go back.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 1, 2009 11:44:09 GMT -6
"I'm sorry.. I shouln' have assumed." He took another drink of his coffee and then looked at her with an almost sheepish expression. He shook his head slowly as he set the mug down. He looked at the coffee and then at her. "I only have me parents an' my brother Cael. I don' have anyone else. Never have." Cian took another drink. Wow, Cian.. that was heavy. You just admitted to be a loser. Never had anyone. Thats something you should keep quiet. Cian very nearly told his mind to shut up and that he could handle his own self. But that wouldn't be seem sane to people and some, or most, probably wouldn't view it as just how he was dealing with being lonely.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 1, 2009 11:49:30 GMT -6
"Oh, it's not big deal. Everyone jumps to conclusions. Even me." Pauley frowned and bit the inside of her mouth as he talked about his family. He was one of the lucky ones, to have a family that still cared for him. "I haven't had anyone in a long time. My grandmother dies when I was sixteen, and I have pretty much sworn off people." Well, she had anyway, until tonight. There was just something about this guy that got to her.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 1, 2009 12:07:17 GMT -6
"I'm sorry te hear about yer grandmother. That must have been hard." He decided to go quiet for a little bit. Incase he should say something stupid. He sipped at the coffee a little more and mulled over his own thoughts for a moment or two. He couldn't help but feel an envy arise in him. An old envy. His little brother Cael. He had more luck then Cian. The kid was nearing atleast sixteen and he already as had a girl for nearing up on two years. Cian of course, as well as everyone hadn't thought much of it at first. Figured it was simply puppy love. But that was a theory that was going down the drain and from the letters Cian kept getting, Cael and his girl were still together. Yes, Cian was envious. He was jealous that his little brother had a girlfriend, where as he himself had no one. He never had anyone. Not once had he gone out on an actual 'date'. Not once did he ever get to call someone his 'girlfriend'. Why? He didn't know. His parents couldn't understand it either. Cian just learned to ignore. But it was a hard thing to do when knowledge of his little brother getting that success kept showing up.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 1, 2009 12:31:43 GMT -6
With a shrug, Pauley answered. "It was a long time ago, and I know she is alright. I don't really believe in a higher being, but if there was one, that is where she would be." Draining the last of her coffee, the color blind woman looked around to take in her surroundings. The coffee shop was small and cozy, with bookshelves lining the far wall, and artwork from local artists displayed. She flagged down the waitress for a refill, and sighed. Maybe she could start calling Holloville home someday. And possibly with a cute Scot at her side. What a ridiculous idea,the woman scolded herself. The man before her may be single, but that did not mean he was interested.
"Tell me about Scotland. What is like? If you don't mind, I mean." And there she goes, running her mouth again.
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