I broke them.
Of course you did.
Which is probably it's a good thing I'm giving you these old ones then, yes?
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@cilliandonovan
I broke them.
Of course you did.
Which is probably it's a good thing I'm giving you these old ones then, yes?
It would be better if i throw a fuckin’ rock at them than tried to shoot the fucker with this.
Well it's all I have left in the store. You're more than welcome to use one of your own pieces if you like.
"What the fuck is this shit?
Not exactly the newest pistol on the market, I realize that. But our resources have been a bit expended at the moment so that will have to do. If you're open to taking on a new job that is.
That doesn’t sound too enticing. Honestly, I’m surprised in myself that it hasn’t. It’s very different to what I’m used to. Five Points is definitely more interesting that Pennsylvania.
No, not exactly, but it needed done. Nothing for you to worry about though, dear. And yes, I was for sure we'd scare you off after the first week. This is a bit of a lively community, to say the least.
Interesting is definitely a word for it. I'm glad you've seemed to found a place for you here though. I've never been to the shop much myself, but I here Mr. Woods sells some fine merchandise, I'm sure it brings in many different types of men from around the ward.
"I will find out what I can from the gents who visit my bed on if anything big will be occuring in the next while. I am sure them boys aren’ going to be striking quite yet with that still fresh in many a minds. Especially Vera." Ava pulled the wrap she wore often tight around her shoulders, remembering everything from that night. Especially the vivid image she had seen before her. Only Harvey knew slightly what she had seen but no one knew the truth of the matter. And it would remain that way till her grave. If she was loosing her mind, it would be only a matter of time before she lost everything.
"You know I am subtle. It is the drink that loosens them tongues and my touch. Naught my out right asking them. That would ruin a lass. And anyways after most of a bottle of whiskey and scotch, they don’ remember spilling what they did. They don’ remember much really." Ava laughed softly at the thoughts in her head. She knew that most men stumbled out of her room and the brothel to the streets, only to pass out a few blocks away from the amount of liquor she plied them with. It was why she was good at getting the secrets and how she would remain good at getting them.
"If ya want Cillian, I can walk ya back ter your flat. It is naught as though it will inconvience me much. The exercise is good fer me." Ava looked around at the crowds and at the alleyway, wishing for the shelter that they often offered her from the eyes that seemed to know who she was. It was easier to be hidden these days and it would be easier to speak with him in private then in front of the public.
"Thank, Miss Rose. I hope they aren't planning anything either, I just want this man taken from their ranks before it's something like my home or a meeting that get's blown next- not to mention it'd give a much needed boost in the morale around here." To be honest Cillian was more worried about the moral than a potential bomb. Unless the other gang had a wish for prison, setting off another bomb would be completely foolish. While the threat of his gang falling apart was only getting more real day by day.
"Yes, I know all too much the foolishness drink can bring out in man. We just need to be careful is all. We need to start getting one step ahead of these men if we're ever going to get anything done around here, and unlike what my brother says, shooting and killing each one we find isn't the way to do that." Cillian looked away, the thought of his brother causing his blood to boil.
Cillian was about to decline the woman's offer, not thinking the extra company necessary before he noticed her glancing around the crowd. Catching the hint, he nodded his head. "If you'd like to, I'd appreciate it."
"Oh, I see," Sylvi smiled. That’s what she had believed the word to mean: for once, she had thought about the correct word. She had to smile, just a small, quick smirk. She was getting better at the language. Knowing that, she didn’t feel as alone. “Oh, it’s no trouble at all. Mud is just something you can wash away,” she explained, trying to catch a glimpse of the book the man had spoken about. She gave a soft laugh. “And since I actually enjoy the washing days…” But she stopped her sentence in the middle when seeing the man to find his book. She sighed with relief. At least her clumsiness hadn’t caused him to lost the book which probably was important. For Sylvi, every book was important. She kept her eyes on him when he walked to the book. She didn’t know what maim meant, but she felt uncomfortable when the man blamed himself for the collision, when it had clearly been her fault. “Oh, good to hear that you’re fine,” she smiled. ”Is the book unhurt?” The word didn’t probably fit the meaning, but at the moment, she wasn’t able to find a better one.
"No, I was just in my way to work, and I tend to leave a bit too early, in case something like this…" she chuckled "happens. You never know what you can bump into in Five Points." She knew she probably was talking too much, but when for once someone was speaking to her - or the other way around, when for once she dared to speak to someone - she couldn’t keep her mouth shut, a wide smile in her face. “Oh, no, my working place is just a few…” she couldn’t remember the English word, replacing it with the Swedish one. “Kvarters away.”
Dusting off the binding, Cillian looked up at the young girl before nodding his head. "Yes, luckily it managed to miss the mud when it fell." Tucking the ledger safely back under his arm, Cillian walked back over towards the girl, not feeling exactly right just leaving now that he'd found his book. "Well even though you enjoy the cleaning process, I do apologize for the dress."
Listening intently to the girl's response, Cillian wondered just how long she'd been in Five Points, or if she were here alone. Which would have been awful, but not the first time he'd heard it. No matter, such questions weren't exactly polite to ask to a stranger you'd just met. "Well if kvarters means blocks I could walk you there." Cillian smiled up at the girl, before realizing there might have been a good chance she had no idea what 'blocks' even meant. "A block is uh... well it can be measured by how many street intersections you cross, if that makes any sense at all." Which he had a bad feeling it didn't at all. Thank God interpreting wasn't part of his usual job description.
No, no, I’m sorry. I haven’t disturbed anything, I hope?
It’s been a while, I think. I’m fine, though. What about yourself?
Not at all my dear. Just finishing up some nasty paperwork is all. I'm glad to hear you've been doing well though. For a moment there I was afraid this nasty city of our's had finally scared you off.
Are ya' accusin me of thievery?
Did’ya check for holes? Don’t know. They’re just a bunch of kids playin’ around. Lookin’ for trouble, more like it.
No, no holes I'm afraid. I suppose I'll just have to give the house another good once over. No matter. And yes I'd imagine they are to some point. I just hope they're being careful with themselves, last thing I'd want is for any of them to get caught up in this like those poor boys did on the other side.
Are you alright? You look a little… vacant.
Hm? Oh I apologize, dear. Just got a little lost in my own thoughts is all, don't worry it tends to happen quite often.
How are you though? I feel like it's been ages since we've just had a good chat.
Ava kept her face placid. She didn’t want to speak. She didn’t want to argue. She was tired of arguing, tired of everything. She wanted to return to the brothel, soak in the tub that would be waiting in her room if she was lucky and let her dreams and thoughts consume her for at least a short time before she had to once again put on the mask. Play the mole, the one girl that everyone desired but could never have. Ava took a deep breath as she pushed her desires and emotions away as best she could before she looked at the crowd.
"Yer going to be fighting. It is mid day, when the most are out. The alleyway will take ya around the back of Iain’s ol…." Ava swallowed the lump in her throat as she thought of the building for the briefest of seconds, wishing that at least for one day she could get through without letting her feeling show. ",….. old place. Then another block and it will be yer place. Lest ya want to end up somewhere else then there be other shortcuts to take to get where your going whilst avoiding the eyes of those who wish ta harm ya."
Ava looked down at the ground, the mud seeping in to her shoes and into her stockings. The thoughts of tea and a bath the only thing keeping her strong. “I am still an asset ter the needs of ours. But yer like the other lads even when you don’ try to be. I am what I am. I don’t deny it, I embrace it. But when I offer ya something vital maybe do use it so we not be losing anymore lives. We don’ need to bury no more young folk.”
Cillian looked down the alley again, trying to weigh his options. Rose was right, it'd certainly be much quicker, but Cillian was more afraid of the thieves usually hiding in such alleys than anything else. Thieves that'd be more than willing to jump at the advantage a half sized man would provide. Then again he was in Rabbit territory now, and most of said thieves would be among his ranks.... Looking back out at the crowd, Cillian chewed on his bottom lip before nodding. "I suppose you're right."
Rose's reaction to his brother's name wasn't lost on him at all. He remained silent though, figuring he was the last person on Earth she wanted sympathy from. He also wasn't sure how much sympathy he had left about the man. Iain was his brother and he loved him like any brother should, that much was true, but the more he came to realize just how much his brother had done during his reign as leader, the more the man's memory tarnished for Cillian.
Cillian's expression then softened as the woman continued. "I certainly agree with you there, Miss Rose." And he did, the images of the aftermath of Iain's birthday party were still seared in the back of his mind. He was tired of his boys going down without a fight, and just being on the losing side of this war in general. "There is something- or more someone I'd like you to keep your ears out for, if you don't mind. Though I'm sure you'll be more than willing considering the role this person had in the deaths of some of your friends." Cillian looked around them quickly, making sure no one was listening before he continued. "I'd like to make a strike on the Bowery Boys- and soon, but I need a little more information before I do. I'd like you to help me find out just who detonated that blast during Iain's birthday. Don't go right out and ask someone, look for things like a knowledge of explosives or perhaps someone who worked for the railroad. Whoever this was definitely knew what they were doing."
Are ya' accusin me of thievery?
'Course not. I ain't seen it en'where. Have ya' checked yur pocket? That's where I'd be lookin' if I lost somethin' like that.
It ain’t Kelly, either. It’s Zero.
My pockets? Well yes, that was the first place I looked even before I thought it missing.
Oh and yes, sorry I'm always forgetting about the little names you younger lads all have for yourself. How are all of you doing by the way? Not getting yourself into more trouble than usual, I hope? *chuckles*
Are ya' accusin me of thievery?
Should I be?
All I'm asking is whether you've seen my pocket watch, Kelly. I thought I might have dropped it in last week's meeting.
Once you’ve accepted your flaws, no one can use them against you.
Ava chewed her inner lip as she attempted to keep herself together, wanting to punt the runt for the way he treated her. She did so much for the gang that had once been Iain’s and she got nothing in return. She ensured that many stayed safe and even then she went unheard or ignored. “Even when someone tries ta help ya, its like someone has permanetely made ya a grump. Kindness does go a long way dove. Maybe ya should try to enjoy it when it is offered and return it in kin’.”
Ava pulled her skirts up and moved through the mud, seeming to part the men that were coming to her. She moved to stand before Cillian, her once pleasant look replaced with one of annoyance. “Just because I was yer brother’s whore don’ mean ya haft to continue treating me like a problem. I have helped ya plenty of times. But it seems that is naught enough fer your liking.” Ava looked about and pointed to the alleyway. “That be yer best bet fer getting away from the crowds.”
Cillian took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves that were slowly rising. He knew he needed to watch himself around Rose, she was still one of his best informants and really the only one with useful information anymore. True, he was still mad over the things she'd said to him before, the things that only fed his deepest doubts about himself and his leadership. But throwing away Rose because of one argument wasn't going to do him any good in the slightest. Even though it was her currently making him a "grump" at the moment. "Forgive me." Cillian eyes stayed fixated on the ground, fearing that if he looked up at Rose it'd cause his nerves only to rise again. "Thank you for the offer but really Rose, it's alright."
As the woman moved closer Cillian finally returned her gaze. She didn't seem to understand why he was angry at her. He could have cared less what she'd done with his brother or her occupation, hell it was her occupation that made her useful to him in the first place. It was the way she treated him that truly ticked him off. And whether he fully wanted to come to terms with it or not, the way she idolized his brother. The man whose messes he was still trying to clean up even with him six feet in the ground. "Rose, you were and will always be a valuable asset for the cause. I don't mean to treat you like some... 'whore', and if you feel like I have I apologize." He honestly didn't mean to make her feel that way, and if she did he hoped she'd at least understand that now.
Looking towards the alleyway Cillian let out a sigh. "I'll run into trouble either way. At least out here there'll be enough witnesses to keep away the more violent thieves." Noticing a break in the crowd Cillian quickly walked over to his mud caked ledger and picked it up, trying to dust off as much of the dirt he could as he walked back to the woman. "Really Rose I'll be fine. I've been going through thick crowds as a dwarf my entire life. Just trust me, being in out in the open is much safer for me."
Sylvi quickly returned the man’s smile, relieved that he wasn’t angry with her. Not many would offer girl a smile and kind words after she’d bumped into them in the most ungraceful way. Then she continued the search. “Wide? Does it mean large in a way?” She had to ask, even if she was almost certain with the word’s meaning. Sylvi was a bit embarrassed with herself, again, but how could anyone expect her to speak perfect English when she had no one to talk the language with? She was dragged back to reality from her thoughts when she heard his question. “Yes, I am quite alright,” she replied before kneeling to the ground, wishing a closer look would provide results. After all, she wore a brown dress. Dirt stains in it wouldn’t matter, especially when she wore an apron at work. “Thank you for asking,” she smiled again. “I hope you are fine as well.”
"Um, sort of?" Cillian thought for a second before raising his hands up and apart. "Wide as in bigger this way." Cillian spread his hands further out horizontally. "Than this way." He said, switching his hands to hover one another before closing the space between them. He wasn't sure how good an explanation it was, but it was really all he could think of. "It's a leather bound book, shouldn't be too hard to miss." Cillian's eyes continued to scan the area until he noticed the young girl bend down with him. "Oh no miss, you don't have to do that. The road is covered with mud, along with some other not so pleasant things. Really it's quite alright." He offered her yet another smile before motioning her to stand. "Trust me you'll be thanking me once washing day comes." He chuckled to himself before his eyes caught sight of his ledger leaning up against the a nearby storefront. Luckily it seemed to have been saved from the mud- though he didn't know if the same could be said for his trouser. "I'm fine miss. Just lost my footing was all. I'm glad I didn't maim you any worse than I already did."
Walking over to his ledger, Cillian dusted off the cover before looking back over to the girl. "I hope I didn't make you late to wherever you were going. You don't have too far to go do you?" Even though he'd just met the girl, he was genuinely worried about her. She was nice to him when no one else was, which was a rarity in Five Points.