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[saint-veritas.livejournal.com]

It's a rare entrance post, documenting a rareolder MacManus twin in the bar. With a slice of bread and a glass of tea, sitting near the fire, wearing a sweater that kind of takes away from the fact he's lost so much weight. He's friendly enough, so stop by and say hello.

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[beyond-therest.livejournal.com]

He looks familiar. Strangely familiar. I probably have never met him in my life, but the fact is, he looks familiar. Maybe, it's deja vu.

"Cold?"

Sure, it's weird coming from a complete stranger, but I'm just strange in general. So, whatever.

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Connor looks up with a smile. "Was." He nods. "Nice day."

[beyond-therest.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, it was alright. New York weather is different than everywhere else."

(ooc:sorry for major delay)

[saint-veritas.livejournal.com]

"I've been here all day." Nearly a year, if his memory was working properly.


[OOC: No worries!]

[beyond-therest.livejournal.com]

"Ah, sorry. I haven't, which causes such confusion."

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"You come and go?" COnnor asked. He knew people who could of course. He hadn't even seen the dorr since he dropped into Milliways so many months ago.

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"Yeah, probably too often. I think this place likes to mess with the anti-social. Force us to communicate."

I smile a little.

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"Or hide in our rooms." He waves his hand toward the stairs. That's what he likes to do, anyway. Sometimes, a little socialization isn't so bad. Especially when he gets to talk to a pretty girl.

[beyond-therest.livejournal.com]

"Well, see, no wonder she's pissed off. We try to avoid social situations, the bar plops us here, and we still avoid them.....like the plague. Unless, I'm in a good mood, or facinated. Rooms are good though. My whole apartment is books and music and I love it."

I pause for a second, my smile, as small as it is, still remains.

"I'm rambling, ain't I."

My head goes down with a growing smile.

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"I don't mind." Connor says softly. "It's nice. I don't, ya know, talk to many people. So, it's nice." And bonus points that she isn't trying to shove food down his thoat.

[beyond-therest.livejournal.com]

"Talk to me. One of the same. What's your room like? What keeps you occupied? Anything."

[saint-veritas.livejournal.com]

"Language. I have a love and fascination with words. I speak several languages fluently, others I know words, phrases." There's also the guns and killing of scum, but she doesn't need to know all that. Words are a safer topic.

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Actually, she's met someone of a similar profession and as long as the people are bad, she just thinks of it as forceful karma.

I like that. Languages, languages are sexy. Especially Italian and French. Languages are almost as sexy as a man's wrists. Don't ask: it's a weird attraction thing, I know.

"I'm very good at French, but when I try other languages, unfortunetly I fail miserably. What languages do you speak?"

[http://users.livejournal.com/_brighid_/]

Brighid pasts by the fireplace in order to leave the bar. She had to go home and find Patrick before he starts to worry. But, something stopped her dead in her tracks. The feeling that another one of her blood wasn't eating well. She looked over at the lonely Irish man at the fireplace. "Only a slice!" she thought hoping that he is going to eat more, but she could see that he was hiding the fact we wasn't eating. Brighid had to intervene. She wasn't used to the fact her men and women were dying from hunger in the past and she is not going to get used to it now.

She walked up to the man and looked down at him. "Hello, my name is Brighid" she said with her hand out stretched.

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"Connor," he answers, as he draws his attention to her. He smiles just a little.

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She sat down in the chair next to him. She smiled back at him. "Yep he is Irish." She thought. "I am sorry but couldn't help to notice that you were alone in this bar."

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Connor gives a brief shake of his head. "I've a brother. And a sister here." He smiles more fully. Brighid. He knows that name. Surely this isn't the goddess Brighid, though she fits the part, and this is Milliways.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_brighid_/]

Brighid smiled even more when she heard that he had family here. Family is very important to her. "That is grand!" She said noticing that he was questioning her divinity in his head. Every Irish man does, and most of them are right. "So I have noticed that you are Irish. By your accent of course."

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"I am." He nods. "As are you." He arches his brow. "Few years in Boston before I wound up here."

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"Ahh, lovely Boston." she said with a glimmer in her eyes. "Where did you grow up in Ireland?"

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*Handwavey, as the muns havne't quite decided* "Beautiful place. Greener grass I've never seen."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_brighid_/]

"See, thats why I can't leave Ireland fully. I have to go there everyday for buisness."

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Connor looks wistful for a moment. "'Tis a beautiful country. I've not been home for several years. Ma is still there. And scores of aunts and uncles, cousins I've never even met."


[OOC: I've got about 15 minutes till I crash, SP okay till tomorrow?]

[http://users.livejournal.com/_brighid_/]

[ooc: thats fine! Night!]

"Ahh, you should go back sometime!" She said with the thought of someone enjoying time with their family.

[saint-veritas.livejournal.com]

Connor nods. "Someday." When he leaves the bar, when Murphy is dead and gone, and his body shipped back. Then he'llgo. To be close.


[OOC: Thanks! Night!]