Post by connor on May 20, 2008 14:11:33 GMT -6
Ok so no sign of opponent so this one is just a sort of introduction rp instead of talking much about the opp
The scene opens a few weeks ago outside of a large church. We guess it to be catholic due to the layout and size. The bells are ringing as service is letting out. Droves of people exit the building most in suits and dresses. One man stands out though, the man has dark brown hair and a clean shaved face. He's dressed in a black button down shirt that has the top three buttons undone. He's wears a silver irish cross around his neck. He's also wearing black jeans, but what makes him stand out the most is a black trenchcoat that comes down to his knees. He pulls a pack of Marlboro reds out of his pocket and lights one up on his way down the stairs reaching into his other pocket as he puts the cigs back and pulling out a pair of dark shades that he slips on. He makes his way to the end of the steps and leans himself against the post waiting on someone. There are two other men standing a few yards away both dressed in suit and ties conversating.
M1: So anyways I said to Jane. Darlin if you didn't want to have kids, you shouldn't of married a catholic.
The two laugh for a moment but then the second man speaks
M2: John, do you know who that unsavory looking fellow is?
John: No, I suppose he's new Steve.
Steve: I suppose, but you would think he'd at least dress appropriately or not smoke infront of the house of the lord.
John: Some people just wont raised correctly I suppose.
Steve: Thats possible, we should give him a piece of our mind.
John: Lets..
The two start on their way to the mysterious smoker when another guy cuts them off.
Bruce: Hey guys, where you headed?
John: To have a word with that fellow over there, he's making our place look bad.
Bruce: What the smoker?
Steve: Exactly.
Bruce: Guys, I wouldn't sugguest that. Dont you know who that is?
Steve and John: No.
Bruce: Guys, thats Connor O'Malley.
Steve and John look at Bruce with a confused expression as if to say and that is?
Bruce: Thats the Connor O'Malley, you know the guy they call "The Saint". He's all but single handedly cleaned up Boston. Drug dealers, pimps, robbers, you name it he's put um down. His methods are questionable at best but he's good at what he does and what he does is good. Steve, when your house got broken into a few months back what did the cops do?
Steve: Wrote a report and that was about it.
Bruce: Exactly and two weeks later the guy is delivered to the front steps of the police station. You know how that happened?
Steve: No...
Bruce nods in Connor's direction
Bruce: Thats how it happened.
John: But didn't the guy show up with like a broken arm and a dislocated shoulder.
Bruce: As I said, questionable methods. They say he's like protected by a higher power. Thats why he never gets caught by the good or the bad. The cops for the most part turn a blind eye because he does their job for them. The bad guys dont normally got after him out of fear.
John: Wow..
Bruce: yea I've heard many things
A heavy irish accented voice speaks from other their shoulders.
Connor: Aye, I've heard a many of things to, Such as he was a professional boxer, or even a hitman for the mob who gone soft. There is even a story that he can shoot lightning from his arse.
The three turn to see Connor standing with a smirk on his face and smoke between his lips he holds out his hand.
Connor: Connor O'Malley is the name and dont believe all you hear lads.
Connor shakes the three hands and smiles as he walks past them chuckling to himself. Connor makes his way down a few blocks to where we see a large green shamrock with the words O'Reilys Pub. Connor ducks into the pub and heads to the back corner booth pulling up a seat. Connor makes no movement towards the bartender but the bartender brings him a pint and sets it down infront of him.
Connor: Afternoon Paddy.
Paddy: Afternoon Connor, you're early.
Connor: Aye, but sometimes a man has a drown more than just his sorrows, sometimes he drowns so many things it takes longer than other days.
Paddy: Aye...what you do?
Connor: I? I do nothin, I simply observe, you know this.
Paddy: And a mule aint stubborn. Dont give me your lies Connor, what did you do?
Connor: Father Donnelly...
Paddy: What about em?
Connor: I had to hurt him...broke his hands.
Paddy: But he's a Father!
Connor: and a father's love should know certain bounds.
Paddy: ooooh...he one of those then?
Connor: Aye...was, I think he's seen the error of his ways.
Paddy: For his sake I hope he has, because the next visit, might not be so forgiving.
Connor: All deserve forgivness and a second chance Paddy, you know this.
Paddy: Aye, but no one said you should be the one deciding about such things.
Connor: Aye, maybe its time to take a vacation.
Paddy: Aye.
Connor smiled up at Paddy and drank his pint.
Connor: Might as well, keep the pints acommin, I got some calls to make.
Paddy: Will do..
Connor finishes his pint and stands up heading to a back room leading to the restrooms that has a payphone in the middle of the two entrances. Connor pulls some change from his pocket and slips it into the machine dialing a unknown number.
Connor: Hamish? Hamish its me Connor, aye it has been to long....how is your brother?......thats too bad lad. I've got a favor to ask......yea I need out of town soon. Aye, a little to hot here for my liking. Aye........I know nothing about wrestling Hamish, are you daft? What you mean its not that hard? I understand you just fight and beat the shite out of the guy...aye I suppose I could do that. Fine, well do you know a place that would hire me? I dont want to go to a place that you got fired from boyo. What makes you think if they couldn't stand you fargin scottish ass they would like my drunken irish self? Aye? Pretty lasses you say? You know I've not felt for anyone in a long time.......Aye it dont hurt to look. I just get the feeling you dont want me over in your promotion......aye sure sure full you say. Whatever, give me this A.W.S.'s number, see if I cant take my services more global. Aye, I'll behave, well as well as you would of anyways.
Connor chuckles as he pulls a pen from inside of his coat and writes on his hand a phone number. Connor then hangs up the phone and drops some more money into the machine.
Connor: Good afternoon lass, my names Connor O' Malley, and I'm interested in joining your fine promotion.
FTB.
The scene opens a few weeks ago outside of a large church. We guess it to be catholic due to the layout and size. The bells are ringing as service is letting out. Droves of people exit the building most in suits and dresses. One man stands out though, the man has dark brown hair and a clean shaved face. He's dressed in a black button down shirt that has the top three buttons undone. He's wears a silver irish cross around his neck. He's also wearing black jeans, but what makes him stand out the most is a black trenchcoat that comes down to his knees. He pulls a pack of Marlboro reds out of his pocket and lights one up on his way down the stairs reaching into his other pocket as he puts the cigs back and pulling out a pair of dark shades that he slips on. He makes his way to the end of the steps and leans himself against the post waiting on someone. There are two other men standing a few yards away both dressed in suit and ties conversating.
M1: So anyways I said to Jane. Darlin if you didn't want to have kids, you shouldn't of married a catholic.
The two laugh for a moment but then the second man speaks
M2: John, do you know who that unsavory looking fellow is?
John: No, I suppose he's new Steve.
Steve: I suppose, but you would think he'd at least dress appropriately or not smoke infront of the house of the lord.
John: Some people just wont raised correctly I suppose.
Steve: Thats possible, we should give him a piece of our mind.
John: Lets..
The two start on their way to the mysterious smoker when another guy cuts them off.
Bruce: Hey guys, where you headed?
John: To have a word with that fellow over there, he's making our place look bad.
Bruce: What the smoker?
Steve: Exactly.
Bruce: Guys, I wouldn't sugguest that. Dont you know who that is?
Steve and John: No.
Bruce: Guys, thats Connor O'Malley.
Steve and John look at Bruce with a confused expression as if to say and that is?
Bruce: Thats the Connor O'Malley, you know the guy they call "The Saint". He's all but single handedly cleaned up Boston. Drug dealers, pimps, robbers, you name it he's put um down. His methods are questionable at best but he's good at what he does and what he does is good. Steve, when your house got broken into a few months back what did the cops do?
Steve: Wrote a report and that was about it.
Bruce: Exactly and two weeks later the guy is delivered to the front steps of the police station. You know how that happened?
Steve: No...
Bruce nods in Connor's direction
Bruce: Thats how it happened.
John: But didn't the guy show up with like a broken arm and a dislocated shoulder.
Bruce: As I said, questionable methods. They say he's like protected by a higher power. Thats why he never gets caught by the good or the bad. The cops for the most part turn a blind eye because he does their job for them. The bad guys dont normally got after him out of fear.
John: Wow..
Bruce: yea I've heard many things
A heavy irish accented voice speaks from other their shoulders.
Connor: Aye, I've heard a many of things to, Such as he was a professional boxer, or even a hitman for the mob who gone soft. There is even a story that he can shoot lightning from his arse.
The three turn to see Connor standing with a smirk on his face and smoke between his lips he holds out his hand.
Connor: Connor O'Malley is the name and dont believe all you hear lads.
Connor shakes the three hands and smiles as he walks past them chuckling to himself. Connor makes his way down a few blocks to where we see a large green shamrock with the words O'Reilys Pub. Connor ducks into the pub and heads to the back corner booth pulling up a seat. Connor makes no movement towards the bartender but the bartender brings him a pint and sets it down infront of him.
Connor: Afternoon Paddy.
Paddy: Afternoon Connor, you're early.
Connor: Aye, but sometimes a man has a drown more than just his sorrows, sometimes he drowns so many things it takes longer than other days.
Paddy: Aye...what you do?
Connor: I? I do nothin, I simply observe, you know this.
Paddy: And a mule aint stubborn. Dont give me your lies Connor, what did you do?
Connor: Father Donnelly...
Paddy: What about em?
Connor: I had to hurt him...broke his hands.
Paddy: But he's a Father!
Connor: and a father's love should know certain bounds.
Paddy: ooooh...he one of those then?
Connor: Aye...was, I think he's seen the error of his ways.
Paddy: For his sake I hope he has, because the next visit, might not be so forgiving.
Connor: All deserve forgivness and a second chance Paddy, you know this.
Paddy: Aye, but no one said you should be the one deciding about such things.
Connor: Aye, maybe its time to take a vacation.
Paddy: Aye.
Connor smiled up at Paddy and drank his pint.
Connor: Might as well, keep the pints acommin, I got some calls to make.
Paddy: Will do..
Connor finishes his pint and stands up heading to a back room leading to the restrooms that has a payphone in the middle of the two entrances. Connor pulls some change from his pocket and slips it into the machine dialing a unknown number.
Connor: Hamish? Hamish its me Connor, aye it has been to long....how is your brother?......thats too bad lad. I've got a favor to ask......yea I need out of town soon. Aye, a little to hot here for my liking. Aye........I know nothing about wrestling Hamish, are you daft? What you mean its not that hard? I understand you just fight and beat the shite out of the guy...aye I suppose I could do that. Fine, well do you know a place that would hire me? I dont want to go to a place that you got fired from boyo. What makes you think if they couldn't stand you fargin scottish ass they would like my drunken irish self? Aye? Pretty lasses you say? You know I've not felt for anyone in a long time.......Aye it dont hurt to look. I just get the feeling you dont want me over in your promotion......aye sure sure full you say. Whatever, give me this A.W.S.'s number, see if I cant take my services more global. Aye, I'll behave, well as well as you would of anyways.
Connor chuckles as he pulls a pen from inside of his coat and writes on his hand a phone number. Connor then hangs up the phone and drops some more money into the machine.
Connor: Good afternoon lass, my names Connor O' Malley, and I'm interested in joining your fine promotion.
FTB.