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Post by Hayden James Leone on Jul 27, 2009 22:30:47 GMT -6
Hayden had taken the beer, with a firm grip, and uncapped the bottle. Taking a gulp of the amber liquid, he moved into the building, picking a spot against wall, and leaned. He listened to what Cian had to say, but when he had been able to cover up his slip, Hayden couldn't help but wonder if the guy was being particularly truthful. He got the feeling that he received when he himself lied about his job. Smiling, he said, "But you gotta be able to hurt flies, they're so annoying! I came to this city because of family issues."
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jul 28, 2009 3:16:04 GMT -6
Cian looked at Pauley, he could tell that she was uneasy. She had rights to be he assumed. Cian felt nothing off about this guy. Cian was getting a good talk. He chuckled. "Ahh yes.. family troubles. I assume those would drive anyone away." Of course family troubles is what took him out of Scotland and dumped him here. But, family head screwed with too many people, and the Russian group had learned about it. Doing research like all good goonies, they learned the favouritism that was on Cian. Knowing full well his position too. The deal was nearly sealed when it all went to hell and Cian ended up stuck here. But, being stuck here wasn't too bad. He gained a friend, companion, lover all in one woman. The one who would have his child. He wouldn't say that family troubles brought him here. Would he say the same thing he had said to Pauley at first? The answer. Yes. "Business brings me here. The company I work for sent me here te settle a few things with lawyers, an' find a few documents. Expanding the manufacturer here. Had plans te build up at nearly ten locations. But some thick head botched things.. an' well.. now I am here until this all gets sorted."
He grinned. Lying through his teeth. But, when discussing a business. It was best to throw in those details. He was already drumming up what the product was and a fake name for the company. Cian could be very convincing at bullshitting when he wanted to be. This was one of those times. He leaned back a little and looked at Pauley. "But I think tha'.. even when things get sorted... I'm stayin'." He grinned. Cian knew he would have a fight on his hands about that. But this place was growing on him. Sure, he had the most horrible memories here, and if what happened to him became known, then the family head would more or less keep him around as a pet instead of work. That was a very degrading position and he didn't want it. But Cian had many good memories here aswell. He took another swig of his beer and then remembered Pauley. He sloshed the can around. Still over half. He set it down on the floor. He wouldn't drink infront of her. This way she wasn't the only one not drinking.
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Post by Hayden James Leone on Jul 28, 2009 14:16:38 GMT -6
Hayden had been listening to Cian, wondering if he was bullshitting, or not, and takig swigs from his drink. "So the company fucked up, and they need you to clean it up. Right? What company did to say this was?" Hayden had asked, mostly because, if it was true, he would definitely stay away from this company's product.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jul 28, 2009 14:35:40 GMT -6
Cian grinned. He knew that was coming. "Aye. I have te fix wha' someone else fucked up... an' its Rosenguard. Mainly in sportin' goods." Of course this was a fake company. But hell, he figured himself doing pretty well here. "I would leave the company, but... I am a main contributer te me younger brother's college fund. So.. its no' really an option on my part." He grinned. Digging the pit deeper and deeper. He was just hoping that if this guy decided to look into it, that he wouldn't be anywhere near him. Cian hated being backed into a corner. He sighed a little. Cian was glad that his position was merely in all major and minor meetings at the boss's side and doing negotiations. Made him rest easy and he was happy that he had not had to kill a man yet. However, his mind travelled to Pauley and her actions. This started leading to a mess of all other thoughts but he shook them off. This house did that to him. Every few minutes those memories would worm their way back into his mind.
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Post by Hayden James Leone on Jul 29, 2009 1:12:19 GMT -6
"Sporting goods, eh," Hayden said, "well, I'll make a mental note to stay away from there." He continued to drink the amber liquid, the bottle now half-full. As though to answer Cian's mental question, to which Hayden had know way to know, he said, "I should get you a dozer."
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jul 29, 2009 2:47:47 GMT -6
He grinned and pulled down on his sleeves a litte. Making sure that his wrists were covered. This was a little habit he had now. Mainly because he didn't want people asking him why his wrists were scarred. People would assume suicide attempt, but that was so far from the truth. the wire flashed in his mind, and he pushed it away. He hated this house. But he thought coming back here would help him a little. It wasn't. He heard the man and nodded. "... get a dozer an' drive this fucking hole into the ground..." He said that like the house was a poison. But it was getting to him. He looked up again and smiled sheepishly. "Sorry.. I jus' really hate this house.. "
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jul 29, 2009 13:43:46 GMT -6
Pauley sat back and watched the two men talk. She caught that Cian had set his beer down and not touched it again, and she was touched by his thoughtfulness. But he didn't have to do that for her. She was fine with him drinking. She just couldn't do so herself. Listening to the web her finacee spun, she couldn't blame him for lying, but was amazed at how well he could lie. Sure, he made a living talking to people and making them see his way, but to be able to lie with such finesse, she was in awe. Smiling, she stood and crossed through the room to the kitchen where she assumed Cian had gotten the beer. "Would you two like another beer?"
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Post by Hayden James Leone on Aug 24, 2009 2:01:00 GMT -6
Hayden shook his head, as he replied, "No thank you, one's probably my limit, since I gotta drive home." He really had to wath his alcohol consumption, so that he didn't have the chance of getting into an accident. "You know, I think you really should raise it to the ground," he started again, as he examined the walls, ceiling, floor, and furniture, "judging by this room, it looks entirely unsafe to live in. Maybe build a nicer house. I bet you can get a decent sized house out of the lot you got."
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