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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 1, 2009 12:50:17 GMT -6
He noddded. He understood her completely. "I myself don' really believe in anything... but I have my reasons." He shook the memories away and listened to her question. "Well, what can I say really. Its not bad. Colder then some places. Rainy. But the country side is absolutely beautiful. Rich in texture an' colour. Full o' history and myths." He chuckles. "My grandparents used te live in the highlands. But they, along with their flock o' sheep are long since gone now." He said it in a matter of fact, way. They had been dead since he was about ten. Thirteen years ago. So he was just fine with it. "The people are friendly enough.. its jus' Glasgow can be on a touch on the side o' violent and dangerous at times." He chuckled. He really missed it. Oh well. There was really nothing that could be done.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 1, 2009 13:00:20 GMT -6
She could imagine what the country side must look like. Pauley always wanted to travel, and planned on seeing everything someday. "I can only imagine how beautiful it must be. I plan to travel some day, once I get the money for it. For now, I guess wondering around the city will have to do." A glance at the clock on the wall told the young woman that it was nearing two in the morning. Despite the coffee, she felt like she could stay up all night talking to this man, and listening to his accent.
"Wow, It's nearly two a.m. and I am having coffee with a near stranger. I love the city some times."
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 1, 2009 13:15:43 GMT -6
"I think I may have te settle for the city aswell.. However unfortunate tha' is." He grinned. "Atleast the city holds some good qualities to it.. " He remained with that grin plastered on his face. That childish grin of his. He sighed deeply. Taking another swig of his coffee and then chuckled at what she had last said. "Aye. Now tha' is a wee bit odd... for all you know, I could be a murderous rapist." He joked with a playful grin. It was easy to tell by his tone that he was only messing around. He knew he shouldn't make such jokes. Dark humour and dry, sarcastic humour was not something that most were accustomed to. He found a lot of things funny, but he knew where to draw the line.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 1, 2009 13:27:41 GMT -6
"true, the city does have it's good qualities." Like good looking men with heart-stopping grins. Pauley smiled to herself and tucked a rouge strand of hair behind her ear. Her mug was empty again, and she wasn't sure if she should have another cup of coffee or not. It was late after all, and she really didn't want to have problems sleeping later on. "Well, it's a good thing you're not a murderer or a rapist, now isn't it? I would be in a world of trouble right now." And would you please stop grinning like that before I lose my self control? Once again, Pauley flagged down the waitress, this time for a glass of water.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 1, 2009 14:02:24 GMT -6
He laughed softly once more. "Exactly." he chuckled. Glad that she was able to take a small amount of joking. Some people really couldn't and they went nuts. He he watched as the waitress came over with a glass of water for Pauley and coffee pot in her other hand. He moved his hand out and let it rest ontop of his mug showing that he wasn't interersted in more. She took her leave and Cian drank the rest of his coffee down quickly. "I'm really not looking forward te going home... I have one hell ofa mess te clean up.. I'll just clean the mess tomorrow." He wasn't about to dodge a semi-peaceful sleep for cleaning.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 1, 2009 14:34:31 GMT -6
Feeling like an idiot, Pauley cursed herself. She had completely forgotten his house had been broken into. She had lucked out in finding a place in a semi-decent part of town, but she knew not everyone was that lucky. "If you would like some help cleaning up, I am willing to my offer my services." Your services? Now you sound like a prostitute! "What I mean is, I could help is need it." Pauley nervously twirled the straw around in her glass, suddenly no longer thirsty. She had probably screwed up royally. Just comes to show just how long it had been since she had last dated.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 1, 2009 14:53:43 GMT -6
He smiled at her. "Well, I won' tell you what te do. But if you really want to, I'll be home all day tomorrow. Day off. I plan on cleaning then." He smiled at her still. "If you really want te, then I'll give you my address and phone number. Also, I'll warn ye now. I live in the slums, so... a gun going off is as normal as a bird singing." He looked at her carefully. He was sure that if she did decide to venture out then he would want a time. It would com in handy if she didn't show up. Then he could atleast go and look for her.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 1, 2009 15:00:30 GMT -6
Pauley chuckled as he spoke. 'I grew up in Chicago, remember? I'm used to gun shots. I can probably come around tomorrow afternoon, if that is alright. It just sucks that the cops won't help you, and you should not have to deal with messes like that by yourself." Pushing her water glass away from her, Pauley leaned forward on her elbows, resting her chin on her hands. An unserpressable yawn escaped, and the dark haired woman laughed. "Well, crap. Even with two cups of coffee I am yawning."
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 1, 2009 15:25:46 GMT -6
"Tomorrow afternoon sounds just fine." He smiled. Witnessing the yawn, he cursed himself. Don't yawn, don't yawn. Don't you dare yawn! Cian gave into the contagious power of the yawn, and hide it behind his jacket sleeve so no one else would catch it. "Bugger! Yawns are contagious.." He laughed. ".. as for your tired issue.. its mutual. I'm tired aswell... Call it a night Pauley?" he questioned. He quickly pulled out a paper and a pen. He scribbled down his address and his phone number. He handined the paper to her. "Alrigh'... I don't live too far from the red light district. I must live near the middle considerin' as I see enough o' them. So ya.. Look out for druggies too.. " He chuckled.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 1, 2009 15:47:54 GMT -6
With a laugh, Pauley took the paper and put it in her pocket. She took his pen and his hand and wrote her number on his palm. "Just in case something happens and I don't show up, call me. Okay?" Or you can call just to talk, or just call. "Yea, we should definatly call it a night," Pauley said as she surpressed yet another yawn. "I will see you tomorrow I guess." She placed a five on the table to cover her coffee and the tip, and pushed her chair in.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 1, 2009 21:28:47 GMT -6
He grinned as she scribbled her info down on the palm of his hand. A number. Well if worse came to worse then he could call. that was good. "Alright... thanks. " he grinned once more. Getting up, he dropped the appropriate payment on the table and pushed in his chair aswell. He moved to the door and held it open so that she might walk through first. followed through and as they stood outside, Cian looked at her with a smile again. "thank you... an' it was a pleasure meetin' you Pauley"
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 1, 2009 22:03:23 GMT -6
Ah, a gentleman. Pauley expected no less of the man as she led the way out the door. With a smile, the woman turned to Cian. "It was nice to meet you as well. I guess I'll see you tomorrow." The cool air began to whip around her, and Pauley found herself wanting to go back into the coffee shop where it was warm, but she still had things to do when she got home. Like develop her four rolls of film that were sitting in the dark room. "Bye, Cian. I'll see you tomorrow."
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