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Post by tierney agnes webber on Apr 3, 2012 13:17:20 GMT -6
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What a day it had been? Or maybe what a week. Finals were only a week away and that generally turned the good hearted, go lucky Tierney into a raging basket case. Why was it that simple end of the semester tests were able to wreak such havoc on her personality. No one would even assume that this was the girl that they always knew the rest of the year. But, it was that time and PMS had nothing on this rage. She had been trying to work, go to class, go out with friends, work some more, and finally study, but now it was Thursday it all seemed to be falling apart around her. She was stretched so thin she might soon be invisible.
She had spent most of the afternoon at the library losing herself amongst books that were mostly meaningless. She was ending her junior year of college and she was still undecided and how was she going to continue to explain that to her family. How many years was she going to go through this? I mean she hadn't even started any type of classes that would even let her graduate next year, and she could maybe pull off graduating being a senior plus one. If she was lucky. And it was all too obvious that college was not getting any cheaper. Maybe she should quit. Leave while she wasn't in a gapping hole of debt, or maybe it was too late for that. Surely there was something with in the Irish Mob she could do that would make her feel like she was doing something more with her life than wasting it away. Then again, this thinking was a phase that often came the week before finals and would be gone as quickly as those hour tests were.
Tee pushed the door to the pub open and walked through with her typical dramatic sigh and a flip of her curled red hair. She was trying to get attention from people within, before she even knew if anyone was around. Usually, there would be at least one drunk sitting on a stool that would smile and ask her what the matter was. Or maybe her dad or sister would be around to do the honors. She didn't really care who it was, she needed to vent. Tierney continued through the bar and behind it as she had already been thirty minutes late for her shift because she had lost track of time at that stupid library. And more than likely that was the snarky comments she would get instead of sympathy. But, she would wind up venting to them anyway - at some point of the evening.
The bag full of heavy books was thrown beneath the bar as she grabbed a white bar towel to be tucked in the back pocket of her jeans. Her hands then went to straighten her shirt that was tight on her torso and form. Those blue eyes were soon looking back and forth - where was her family? A brow simply raised as she refilled a guy's beer with an obviously forced smile. "Thirsty Thursday, can't wait." A good sales night for the bar and a night she usually didn't mind working, but all she could think about was her finals next week. Tierney went to fill another beer and as her mind wandered the cold beer running from the tap overflowed the mug and she could feel it on her fingers. "Oh, damn it all!" She pushed the knob back with force and whipped her beer wet hand sending some drops of beer everywhere. The mug was wiped down and she set it in front of the guy with a huff before looking at the mess she had created. She had been only there five stinking minutes and already created a ridiculous mess!
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Post by kale kennedy barker on Apr 9, 2012 23:54:52 GMT -6
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to put up a fight  OUTFIT: here. TAGGED: tierney! --- ALEX FLETCHER WAS BACK IN HIS LIFE. Kale was more than a bit confused about that. And when did he do when he was confused? Pretend the confusion did not exist. I know, I know, Kale Barker? Confused about a woman? Now that never happened. He loved all women. Really, every single one. They were all just so pretty. Thin, Chubby, average, big boobs, small boobs, curvy frame, straight frame, pear shaped, brunettes, blondes, redheads and all the variant forms in between of all those categories. Women were Kale's love. He was never pushy. He was never forceful. Just playful and fun and girls tended to fall for Kale just being Kale. It didn't matter if hey later realized the man, if you could call him one, was a bit... odd. A bit unstable... girls tended to overlook it or not see it or think it was him being fun. Alex had been the only girl in his life to get him to commit. Two whole years of just Alex and he had been happy. He had no real desires to be with anyone else when he was with her. First engagement he meant exclusively. He loved all women, but he loved that woman differently and he did not really understand that there was that difference. When he was with her, he understood how much he adored her and he was happy with just her. But he left for a job and once they had been apart for a bit, Kale's mind blurred his real love for Alex with the chemical love he has for every girl he meets and it just blended, he got confused, and while it wasn't like he forgot how she was different, he didn't really understand how she was different, if that makes any sense.
Thing was Kale's mind did not work in the same terms as other human beings. He saw it as partially what made him so charming and you know what? He may have a point. He didn't really have to act like some one straight laced and in a suit. He didn't have lie about anything. Granted he might not tell give them the full details of his work but that was about legal issues. Sometimes he would tell a girl flat out and they would just assume he was being cute and joking with them. Which was their prerogative. All of Kale's life had been a mixture of normal and insane so it's no wonder he tends to be boarder line when it comes to sanity. Kale was one of those sorts of people. He had basically been through so much pain that he forgot how to feel it. Or at least, that's what it seemed like. No one knew about Kale's past. Except for Kale. Not even Donny and Kale knew Donny's biggest secret about being Heyward. But no, Donny still didn't even know Kale's real name. All people really, truly knew about Kale Barker, or technically, the boy who called himself Kale Barker for the moment was that he was from somewhere in the UK and liked to watch things go boom. He was an interesting guy and that's all people really needed to know right? The truth was that the guy was a son of a cop believe it or not. That's right, his father was in law enforcement. Guess Kale wasn't exactly what his father had in mind for a son right? But none of that mattered. At the end of the day, with all the bad things someone could say against Kale's character, he was a good friend to those he cared about. Donny knew Kale had his back.
BUT Kale had been abandoned for the night. Donny was doing something with some blonde girl or another. Widow was off being a bitch like always. Liz was babysitting for that guy that she knew who had a baby. Orion... well Orion was around but Orion was scary and serious and Kale wanted alcohol. He had met up with some random friends downtown before they headed for a bar in Irish territory. Kale smirked a bit, he was already himself but now he was a bit tipsy which meant... he acted like he always did but with a bit more slurring. He always liked the Irish. They were fun, and loud and drinkers. Good people. Shame the whole British/Irish tension deal but hey Kale had worked for some leprechauns back the actual Ireland. He didn't to all the hate. Hate was for... hate was for the French, yeah, let's go with that. God, is there anyone the British government hadn't screwed over at some point or another? Luckily, Kale hated the british government, especially the bobbies ((slang for police)). He had his arm around a girl with the group before they walked into the Irish bar. They had a few drinks, talking and laughing, Kale pretending Alex wasn't distracting his head when he looked at the bar. Now there was a distraction. He stood up and walked towards the bar as the redhead over filled a glass, cursing at herself. He smiled at her, leaning his elbow onto the bar "Now now love, more is always better. You were wonderful, it was the glasses fault for not being large enough to fit your ambition." He said in a friendly tone, his cockney accent as strong as always.
I'm living for giving
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Post by tierney agnes webber on Apr 11, 2012 9:32:32 GMT -6
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The towel that she had neatly tucked into her back pocket was now being used to tidy up her hand and the bar as she continued to curse herself under her breath. But, this was soon interrupted by a voice from across the counter. Those bright, deep as the ocean, eyes flickered upward as she forced a smile to the patron. However, that fake smile was soon replaced with something a little more genuine as the edges of those glossy pink lips turned upward with smile lines and the whole shebang. What girl wasn’t a sucker for accents? Any girl who told you different was flat out lying and it was a bad lie. It was easy just to admit that the exotic lilt of any type of foreign tongue was attractive. The real stuff. And not any of the American accents either. She detested the way most New Yorkers talked, but an English accent - that could put a smile on her face for the whole evening. She finally processed the words and gave a nod, if only it were the damn glass. Luckily, her father and sister weren’t around to make fun. “You know, I s’pose you’re right.”
It seemed that he wasn’t the only one distracted. Course, she could live without the distraction or school and he was seeking something to distract him. It was completely opposite. This wasn’t the normal Tierney. She was almost ashamed when she realized it. She was usually such a good bartender. Always paying attention to each patron, filling the perfect beer, while even making some good fried food in the back. This was not the right night to be meeting a cute, new guy. And boy was this guy on the quite attractive side and she was just hoping that she had managed to keep a blush under wraps. Tee turned and filled a glass of beer to give to the original customer that she had been serving, which she had almost forgot about between the screw up, mess, and then the guy making her feel better about the whole ordeal. A bright smile was plastered on that face as she gave it to the guy. “On the house, sorry ‘bout that.” She spun around and stuffed a new towel in her pocket to be all prepared once again. Perhaps it was her way of trying to start the night over, to get it right this time.
Her attention was soon turned back to Kale now that she had solved the first issue. She pressed her lips together before opening them to speak. “What can I getcha?” Tierney was only hoping that he would have more fun words. He seemed like the friendly sort who went around and made all of his friends happy. The one that the group probably invited because he made the party. She had noticed the whole group having a good time and that they had probably been drinking for a while already. That didn’t bother her. People were more fun that way. Well, sometimes. But, since she had been working in her father’s bar for a long time she had now become a pro at figuring out the different types of drunks in nearly a second of time. And those angry or fight-happy drunks were not something she dealt with. And for the most part the regular patrons knew it. Tierney tilted her head to the side as she looked Kale up and down as she was trying to size up what type of drunk he was. Fun, friendly, and a bit on the flirty side - perhaps. Or that was her initial reaction.
“I know. How about a shot? Your choice and I will do one with ya. Be nice.” She grinned as she spoke the words and pulled out two shot glasses and set them on the counter while she would wait for a command. Tierney knew it was a bit daring when she didn’t know what type of liquor a person could be into, but she was feeling adventurous and in dyer need of a drink. At least a shot would take the edge off and make her night a little bit better than the start to it.
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Post by kale kennedy barker on Apr 11, 2012 19:06:10 GMT -6
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to put up a fight OUTFIT: here. TAGGED: tierney! --- KALE WAS A PEOPLE PERSON IN MANY WAYS. He loved going out, he loved being surrounded by people. But over all, in his entire life, he never really cared about too many people. Not really. He had his mate Donny, but at the end of the day, there was a big different between Kale and Donny. Kale did not care much about anyone. He didn't care about Widow like Donny did, both Don and Wid were fiercely caring to the few people who got in. Kale did not care about Liz or Wid much, not really. And he definitely didn't give a damn about Orion. He would probably give his life to save anything of them, but that was more because he did not care much about his own life. If he was approached tomorrow and told that his chemicals spilled and the siren house blew up killing Liz, Widow, Orion and Donny, Kale really wouldn't feel much guilt at all. He would would pay some respects to the loss of Donny, say it was a shame two women like Widow and Liz were lost, and then move on with his life. He was not the type to be torn apart by a loss, not since his sister's life was taken from him. His sister's death had drained all of his guilt from him, he was out of that emotion and it would be highly unlikely for him to ever acquire it again in anything but very small nonchalant doses.
He had spent too much time blaming himself for not being able to protect her when they were kids, blaming himself for what happened when he was locked up and their father was alone with her. Blaming himself that their father murdered her when she was trying to protect him and knowing it should have been the other way around, knowing it should have been him that died that night some nine years ago. Nine Years, and Kale had essentially been the walking dead, a monster that should never have survived the night. But while Donny may care about more people more honestly than Kale, Kale was not nearly as dangerous as Donny. You get on Kale's nerves at a bar, Kale's likely to ignore it and keep enjoying himself. Donny on the other hand would find a way to hurt you. When you were Kale's target he would find a way to kill you, usually in a method involving pyrotechnics since that was what he was best at. When you were Donny's target, he took your life apart piece by piece until you would rather die than keep going in the shambles that was now your life. Kale enjoyed his life and wished to stay in that state of mindless fun and fire. He would be hired, he would do the job to the best of his ability, but mostly for fun. Kale was never really in a position of power over anyone but himself which was how he preferred it. But no, Donny was ambitious, and incredibly so. Kale was all about himself and fun. Donny was the same but Donny's idea of fun was power and recognition. Not recognition in the sense that his face was known to people. But recognition in the sense that his alias, A. Heyward was a name known throughout the world. That people recognized Heyward as the best, because he was and he knew he was. Donny liked taking on his Heyward persona and feeling like he owned the people around him. Personally, Kale liked Heyward more than the Donny he had once met so many years ago. Heyward was just so much more fun.
The randoms he was with tonight were just that. Randoms. He really didn't care about any of them, he barely even liked them on any real level. Took awhile after all. Women had it a lot easier. He liked all of them. Including the pretty redhead behind the bar. Huge gorgeous eyes, He smiled as she asked him what he would like. He groaned slightly as if he were trying to make up his mind and sat down on the bar stool in front of him. "Well, love, that sorta depends on what you will be willing to get for me." He spoke in a friendly tone, his words slightly slurred, "A jetta would be lovely, but I would settle for your name?" He added with a smirk. “I know. How about a shot? Your choice and I will do one with ya. Be nice.” Kale nodded, and smiled at her grinning, "Well, 'ow about some good whiskey in honor of the Irish?"
I'm living for giving
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Post by tierney agnes webber on Apr 12, 2012 13:08:22 GMT -6
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She wanted to get back to normal. What her normal was. Tee was known for being loud, fun, and just plain good to be around. However, it wasn’t how she was feeling today. All she knew was that she was working when she didn’t really want to and she had studying to do. Though, she never really had been a drunk. She liked to drink and go out with friends, but it was never used to solve any problems. It was too often that she saw men come in and drown their sorrows away with the taste of liquor. Some would pass out at the bar and have to be toted out. Others had blurred vision and took home some ugly broad and probably screwed up whatever problem they had in the first place even more. She had never been there, but she couldn’t imagine having to face a husband who had gotten drunk and gone home with some whore. That wasn’t the life she wanted. No, she had bigger aspirations than that. Tierney wanted to be swept off her feet into a whirlwind of romance. However, she wasn’t even sure if men like that were around anymore. Not to mention she couldn’t even talk to her sister about the one dream she has held so dear.
A finger was held up for a moment as she was still working and people just seemed to keep interrupting her time with this handsome guy. Perhaps, just another reason to her irritated that she was stuck working. And usually she loved her job. She loved running back and forth and serving people. She loved hearing the different peoples stories, whether they be good ones or bad ones or just plain disgusting ones. It was always a fun night at the local Irish Pub. But, it had been a while since she had met a decent guy with good lines. Course, maybe that was just his M.O. Tee didn’t read too much into sweet words all of the time because it was a way to sweeten up to the bartender and get free drinks. She had something and most guys wanted more liquor for their buck. Course, the pub was known to be one of the most affordable places in the first place. And this was always how her brain wandered all around. She always second guessed herself into oblivion as she gave her mind power over her. Tierney moved back to Kale had pulled up a stool and where the shot glasses were just waiting, begging to be filled.
A hand was placed on her hip with a smirk creeping across her lips. A smart ass. Well, she should have guessed from the joking manner of the first lines she had heard from him that this would be what she would get. Tierney was impressed by it and rather interested. It wasn’t often that someone was truly interesting. She laughed lightly to herself at the mere thought of a car - she certainly wasn’t any millionaire. “Tierney, but most just call me Tee.” She gave a shrug along with it. Tierney was never really sure about her nickname, but no one had really come up with anything better - so Tee was it. A large grin was given when he said Whiskey. That she could do. She had been nearly raised on the stuff and done plenty of shots. Tierney spun around to look at which choices there were. And there were a lot. Course, her father only liked to carry the Irish stuff - minus the super popular brands. Her fingers wrapped around a bottle of her favorite Irish whisky and carried it around to filled up each shot glass with ease. Her normalcy was coming back. Hopefully, this spelled the end to her mess making for the night. She could only hope not to embarrass herself more in front of this guy. “You got a name I get to toast to?” Tierney pushed the shot that was his in his direction.
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Post by kale kennedy barker on Apr 16, 2012 17:10:21 GMT -6
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to put up a fight OUTFIT: here. TAGGED: tierney! --- KALE LACKED COMMON SENSE MOST OF THE TIME. It was why what happened with Alex happened. Alex was Kale's fiance, well, ex-fiance now. He did not understand that perhaps, it might be strange for a person to disappear on their fiance for five years and then see them in a bar and ask them for a drink, a casual drink with his friends. He did not understand really that he could have even really hurt her. It was had for him to grasp the reality of emotions and emotional responses. He didn't really care much about consequences for anything. It was one of the reasons people found him both frustrating and endearing. It was the reason he very rarely used protective gloves or goggles while working. Why he would sit in a room on fire, watching the flames until someone woke him up. His mind did not work the way most people's did, but that was okay. His job depended on him being a bit wacked. Also, if he didn't keep his mind as screwed as it was, he might end up thinking far too much on his past and that was not something he could do. It was never Kale's interest to be one of those brooder types, pensive eyes, hunched shoulders, you know the signs. He was determined to not let his past control any part of who he was now. He wanted to be free, easy and having a good time.
He did want to think about his father and how badly he would beat their mother. He never wanted to think of Bridgette, his little sister and how he couldn't protect her and how their mother left them there. And how he couldn't go to the police because his father was an honored member of the team. No, it was better not to think, so Kale shut out his brain most of the time. RIght now, he couldn't tell you his real name if he wanted to. All he knew was that he changed his name so that he would not ever have to share a name with that jackhole. Kale had his own true name. And it was the Basher. He was pretty well known in terms of the underworld. He had just recently been hired by the Italians to blow a joint with some Russians inside. It had been some good times. The lord would not be able to explain the beauty Kale so in those dancing flames that spring out around a burning building. Feeling the warmth on your face, like a really large bonfire. Personally, Kale had nothing against the Russians. He had worked a couple jobs for them over seas as well. He works for whoever paid him, independent contractor. It was a wonderful life.
He wondered if this new redhead had much involvement with the actual business side of the Irish. Not that it would have mattered that much but at the same time, she did not seem like a underground fighter, or a gambler. She didn't seem like a killer or deal, or gun runner. But then again, people looked at Widow and only saw a metaphorical man-killer as opposed to the actual. “Tierney, but most just call me Tee.” Kale smiled and leaned a bit onto the bar top, "Tee? I like it. Don't find names like that often in the US, at least not in this part of California." He replied honestly, seriously most the US had boring ass names. “You got a name I get to toast to?” Kale took the shot in his hand and raised it, "Kale Barker, mah lady, but the toast should really go to our future together." He replied with a smirk before tipping the shot to her and then bringing it to his lips and down the whiskey with ease. He flipped the shot glass over and placed it upside down on the bar before looking up at Tierney. "So a shot and a name? Do you work here often or do I need to be able to win another way of contacting you?"
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Post by tierney agnes webber on May 8, 2012 9:56:23 GMT -6
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She nodded and smiled. Tierney could remember growing up and going through the schools in the United States and how every teacher butchered her name. One had even resorted to just calling her Webber because he just couldn’t ever get it right. Not that it was that difficult, seriously. But, then again in her family there were names that were much more interesting. Names that were still spelled in the way of the old country. Consonants and vowels thrown together in a way that Americans just couldn’t understand. However, there had to be things like that with any group that came from a world with a different alphabet or different language. Americans were so self-centered and just called it weird. It was one of the things that made it so hard to continue to live in this crazy world. It was what was so hard not to just leave and travel the world and meet interesting and random guys. Out of all that thought process all she could come up with was a simple nod for Kale in a thank you for the respect her name deserved. Course, with the accent it was obvious he wasn’t American.
Future together? That was something even more interesting coming out of this guy’s mouth. Tierney was now quite intrigued by this guy. She had never met him, but he was definitely good looking and she couldn’t help but like what he said. She wasn’t normally so flaky about guys. No, she stood her ground, but right now it seemed like she was right in the middle of the romantic comedy she always dreamed of being. This was the “meet cute” and he was asking about the future. Course, it was hopefully a bit of a friendship for a while or maybe some fun on the side. Oh, how she needed some fun to get her mind off school. Tierney held the shot glass up and then downed the Whiskey easily. She had been having Whiskey since she reached puberty and it was something that she could do easily. Perhaps, some guys thought it was interesting or impressive, but she was Irish. It was expected. Plus, she liked being different and exciting. She liked being dramatic and spontaneous.
“Every week and what seems like all the time.” She offered a smirk. It seemed like lately all her life was school and work. And the work that used to be fun when she was running up and down the bar and handing out the drinks. She would flirt and smile and have a good time. The stress of the other parts of her life were overpowering. They were ruining her. “So bold. A couple good lines and already think you have earned a phone number?” She raised a brow and gave a light laugh. “You must think you are very handsome.” Which he was. That was an understatement. The looks combined with the wit and the accent made him nearly a perfect specimen. “How do I know you aren’t crazy? I need to know more about you. A job? A family? Anything else to prove you aren’t crazy... and I will give you a digit for each non-crazy fact.” She gave a bright smile while she grabbed a napkin and a pen. Tierney liked games and she was probably going along the border of ignoring other customers at the bar. And she wasn’t even really noticing.
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