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[wecanavenge]

[ The video clicks on and you're treated to a puff of smoke, obscuring Erik's face for just a second. When it dissipates, you can tell that - well scruffy is probably the nicest way to put it it. He has some stubble on his chin that can't quite decide if it wants to be a beard yet or not. There are dark circles under his eyes, and his lip was split recently.

The cigarette hangs in his mouth, and he eyes the camera with a bored expression before he let's out another puff of smoke and lifts the cigarette. He has a very faint Irish accent, if you're listening close. ]

Looks like it's speech day, and here I am without one prepared. Y'ever have that dream about showin' up to school bare as the day you was born? Bit like that, I suppose.

But all right. Since we ain't got much else to entertain us, how about a story? Me mam and father and me, we all lived in this town called Limerick, see? Now I was just a boy then, didn't know shit about shit. [ He waves a hand, as if to apologize for his language, but he definitely does not care. ] They sold all sorts of things back then, tchotchkes, we called 'em. Business was good, but never great, you know how it is. I used to sweep the floors, even though the damn broom was taller'n me. Father always laughed t'see it.

Then some piece of shit preacher man got it in his head that we ain't good and godly enough for his town. Musta been pissed we didn't spend Sundays in his church, huh? [ He chuckles, takes another puff off his cigarette. ] Me mam didn't want me helping out after the store got sacked. Scared for me, y'see? But I wasn't scared. [ Still holding the cigarette, he lifts his chin, and trails his finger along a faint scar across the left side of his jaw. ] When you get pushed, you do some pushin' back.

Parents, though, they wasn't the pushin' type. So they packed up and headed out to New York. Soon as I was big enough, I packed up myself, and headed out here, to good old Redemption. Like the name. Good place for fresh starts.

[ He spreads his arms expansively, a smirk pulling at his lips as he inhales, and let's out a quick jet of smoke. ] And here I am, livin' the God damn dream, ain't I? Right here in Mostly-Free-Redemption.

[ The cigarette's down to the butt now, and he stubbs it out. ] Anyone selling cigarette's cheap?


(OOC: BREACH HISTORY: lol this post. :c He seems to be a loyal and ambitious goon working for Prefect, but in actuality he's a fed deep undercover, trying to expose Prefect. He's been under for a couple years now, and it's started eating at him. He walks a very fine line between pretending to be one of them and actually being one of them. He drinks and smokes a lot because it's the best compensation. This is Departed in the 20s. Oh also will be tagging with eachpassingday!)

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[amongstrangers]

Do you ever miss it? Back home, I mean.

[eachpassingday]

That ain't home. Here we got real reasons for attacking a man in his place of business.

[amongstrangers]

There's no real reason for that kind of thing.

[eachpassingday]

S'a nice world you're livin' in, Charles.

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[bodilesswarrior]

[Her expression is soft and sad as she listens. It reminds her of the brogue her father used to have, that he worked so hard to erase. She was so young when they left, it was easier for her. Easier, but not better.]

We left, too, because of religion. [Her lips twist into a wry little smile.] Funny, really - that's why the Gordons left Scotland.

[She shakes her head.] Wasn't as bad as what you went through, though. Worst part was leaving Mum behind.

[She doesn't realise it, but a trace of the old accent has slipped into her voice.]

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[eachpassingday]

[ He hears it, though, and gives her a rueful little smile. ]

Don't need to be comparin' the two, darlin'. Folks got a way of losing their heads, when God gets into talk. Ain't new, now, is it? Probably won't ever be old.

Why'd your mam stay back?

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[bodilesswarrior]

Responsibilities, she said. People, they relied on her. She told me - darlin', you've got a strong heart, you'll make it just fine. [Her smile is wistful. She can't resent her mother, not really.]

Never had the money to go back, even when she died. Now it would just... [She shakes her head.]

Would you see it again, if you could?

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[easytriggerman]

Dreams always take a bit of work, doesn't mean they're not there. But looks like you already know that one.

Figured out some shit about shit?

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[eachpassingday]

Learned an awful lot that year. Goo year for learnin' shit. You have one yourself?

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[easytriggerman]

What, a dream? Yeah, I got one. Got a couple.

Learnin' a lot about Redemption?

[anightowl]

What's your definition of cheap?

[eachpassingday]

Real cheap. You selling? [ Why are you selling B| ]

[anightowl]

[Psh, no selling, only hunting down mobsters and shooting them. >C] No. But I've found the store on Main Street to have some pretty reasonable prices.

[calledthehawk]

Mostly Free Redemption?

[eachpassingday]

You hard of hearing, son?

[calledthehawk]

I question the "mostly free" aspect of it.

[ourlowrats]

Limerick, eh? Ever been through Dublin then?

[ He was curious about this listening to the tale.]

As for cheap smokes that I don't be knowin'.

[eachpassingday]

Never got outside Limerick, till we made for a boat. You from Dublin?

[ourlowrats]

Aye, that I am. Born and raised most of me life in Dublin. Limerick was a pretty good place, me family passed though there when we left home. Redemption's a good place though, lot's a' good people.

[nakesnakecobracobra]

Dreams are different wherever you go. Are you living the American Dream, or the Limerick one?

[eachpassingday]

Limerick dream is ducking your head an' gettin' by. American's got abit more room for play, yeah?

[nakesnakecobracobra]

A house, a family, a steady job. There's room for play there. I think it's rather modest myself.

[trenchcoatedly]

If the options are for you to come to church or to live goodly, then a good pastor would prefer the latter for you.

[eachpassingday]

Then I guess he ain't a good one, huh?

[trenchcoatedly]

Even men of the cloth can go awry.