Hello my lovlies~ I recently discovered the Boondock Saints, thank you my dearest friend, so naturally there is a story to accompany my new little obsession. I can't tell you exactly when I'll update because this isn't something that I'm dedicating myself too, it's more of a past time. But if I get some reviews and favorites that past time may become a little more serious;) So remember to review! It makes the world go around!
I don't own the Saints, however I do own the OC.
Meat.
Oh yea, there was a distinct smell that associated itself with raw meat, and my nostrils were completely full of it. It was a unique smell, one that gripped at your throat until you thought you were about to die, choking you of every breath since birth. At least that's what it felt like to me.
"Alright, this'll be a little big on you, but it'll do until we have one ordered for you." I watched as a nice gentleman, I assumed the manager, handed me an oversized white jacket and one to the woman beside me as well. "Come on and I'll show you the boys who'll be training you today." We three walked through a pair of double doors, leading to the plants main room of operation.
You know, working in a meat packing plant was definitely NOT my first pick. But when you're limited on money, have no car, and are living in a ratty apartment, I guess that it would have to do. Besides, the walk's short and I'm not one for skipping down the alleys of buildings at night. That's how people get shot and raped!
"Ok, you two stay here for a second while I fetch the boys." The man ran off somewhere, getting lost in a flurry of white jacket clad people with meaty blood smeared all over them. "You seem awful young to be getting a job in a place like this." The woman beside me was much large than me. And I don't mean it in a bad way; she was just in general a large woman. Her jacket fit snug against her frame while mine fell loosely from my shoulders. I had to tie the belt in place just to keep the thing on. Though I must say that two nose rings made her look a little gruff. Especially compared to me, the shrimp of the century. I came only to her shoulders and felt like a child next to her mother.
"I just moved here about a week ago. The plant is close to my apartment so it seemed like an ideal choice." I replied, watching and observing as women and men alike threw giant pieces of meat here and there.
"Boyfriend problems?"
"Oh please. My last boyfriend was in high school. Dweeb dumped me without reason so I'm kind of cautious when it comes to relationships." I told her, words ringing true as I adjusted my hair, pulling it back up before my training was to commence. "Honestly, I just wanted to get away, you know. From all the noise, and all the stress of being in one place for so long. It's nice to have a different view every now and then."
I had just finished putting my hair up into a sloppy bun when I saw three heads walking our way. One grey, one brown, and the other and dirty blonde. "Hello again ladies. This here is Connor and Murphy. These brothers will be training you today. Good luck." The oldest of the three walked past and gave me and the other woman a pat on the shoulder before resuming whatever he was doing before. Scribbling notes down on his clipboard as he walked, expertly avoiding the busy workers as he did so.
"Alright then, Murph. I'll show one te meat hooks and you show one te line." Ok, so the one with the blonde hair must be Connor. He seemed nice enough, with a long face and large smile. His blue eyes glinting slightly in the light when he turned a certain way. He began to walk away, signaling a hand to follow and that's just what she did. The woman that was with me immediately followed him and left me standing awkwardly with the other brother, Murphy.
"Alright then, I guess it's just you and me, lass" Murphy was a nice man. He had a somewhat baby face with a slight tint of stubble on his chin. Blue eyes and a small mole resided just a little above the left side of his lip. All in all, a nice looking man. Though I did note the Irish accent the brothers held, truly nice in my opinion as I loved hearing such things.
He brought me over to the line, a long conveyer belt that had various cuts of meat on it, and was about to say something when a loud shouting was heard from behind us. We both glanced back to see Connor and the woman I was with earlier having a little 'disagreement'.
"Wait? Rule of thumb?" She said loud enough for everyone in the plant to hear. Most stopped doing their own work and instead turned to watch the scene before them. "In the early nineteen hundreds it was legal for men to beat their wives. As long as they used a stick no wider than their thumb."
Oh, she was one of THOSE kinds of people. I looked on as Connor added more fuel to the fire, only stoking the flame before him. He held up his thumb and examined it, a small grin slipping onto his face. "Can't do much damage with that now can we? Perhaps it should have been a rule of wrist."
Even though it was mean, I couldn't help the small smile that creeped its way onto my face. "I knew you two would give me problems!" She screamed out, throwing her arms out and pointing at the two brothers.
"Come on it's St. Paddy's day, it's all in good fun." Murphy's accent was strong as he made an attempt to cool the fire in the woman. He was obviously not impressed with her little scene and took a step forward, putting a hand on my stomach without noticing and pushing me back.
"Oh, screw you! And screw you too!" The woman screamed.
"Okay, we're sorry- humph!" Connor made an attempt at and apology but she quickly brought up her foot and hit him in a spot that would bring any man to his knees. And that's just what happened. Connor hit the ground, holding his 'area' while Murphy began to advance towards the woman. His hand left my stomach but before he could say, let alone, do anything, I quickly came forward and brought my closed fist hard across the woman's nose, sending her to the ground in one blow.
"Hey! Come on now, you could seriously hurt a man by doing that! What if he wanted kids in the future, you shot that idea out of the water!" I said, giving a small rant before a throbbing pain shot up the entire length of my hand an arm.
"Oh my gosh, ow..." I had never really punched someone before and now I knew why. My hand was killing me! What did I do, fracture a bone! The woman lay on the ground, holding her nose and small droplets of crimson began to seep between her fingers. She got up quickly and ripped her jacket off, throwing it to the ground before stomping out of the plant while muttering some colorful words about men and a...female dog. I've been called worse.
I felt something grab my wrist and saw that Murphy was gently tugging off his glove before my own. He wiggled my fingers slightly and pushed down on the top of my hand a little before releasing my wrist. "I think you're ok. Nothin' broken at least." He murmured out.
A small blush crept its way up my neck, but I didn't have time to glow in the aftermath of what just happen because I felt an arm being thrown over my shoulder. Glancing to my side I saw a very sick looking Connor leaning his head on my shoulder while his other arm hung limply at his side. "You didn't have ta do that. She coulda really hurt ya, lass." Poor thing looked like he was about to puke. I've never been hit in that certain area, but I'm sure that even as a girl it would hurt. I can't imagine what it's like as a man.
I gave off a small giggle at him. "Eh, kind of an impulse really. The same thing happened to my dad and because of that my little sister almost wasn't born. It's a kind of personal thing really."
Before Connor could manage another word the plant manager came pushing his way through the crowd of stunned people, saying things like move and get out of my way. Finally he planted himself in front of me and Connor was helped onto Murphy. Poor thing still could stand just right.
"Young Miss, that was a very reckless thing you did, and especially on your first day. You do realize this don't you?" The manager spoke, authority clear in his stern voice.
I let my head fall slightly in shame. It all happened so fast, I just couldn't think! "Yes sir."
I soon felt a pair of hands on my shoulders and a looked at the managers beaming face. He was happy about what I did? "Oh wow I'm confused now." I mumbled out, earning a laugh from many of the workers there.
"That woman has had a bad reputation. She's applied for many jobs in the area and the slightest mishap will send her into a fit. She's one of THOSE kinds of people. She obviously isn't going to apply here anymore thanks to your little knock so now we don't have to worry about firing her. She just walked out! And she probably won't be back and for that we don't have to worry! If we don't hire her, she'll go to court saying that we discriminated aginst her for being a woman."
My brows arched in confusion and I heard even more giggles around me. I brought my hands up to my face and hid behind them, mumbling out nearly an incoherent sentence. "This is the weirdest first day ever."
Again, I felt my hands being prodded away and two smiling, brotherly, faces looked straight at me, each holding one of my hands in the air before speaking. "Aye, but she got te job, didn't she Murph?" Connor mused out.
"Aye, she did." Murphy concluded, sticking out his hand. I took it with an equal smile as he introduced himself formally. "Me names Murphy MacManus. Pleasure to meet ya miss?"
"Celestia. My name is Celestia Paige." I accepted the other hand of Connor and blushed when he responded. "Aye, what a lovely name. Isn't it Murph?"
"Aye. Since ya have done such a good job here at te plant so far, hows about joinin' us later tonight for St. Paddy's day down at McGintys bar?" Murphy asked, that smile never leaving his baby face.
"I actually know where that is. I'd love to, if it's alright of course."
"Of course it is! How about we meet ya there at eight? We'll talk, drink, play a game or two of pool and introduce you to a few good friends. Have loads of fun!" Connor was like a kid on a sugar rush now, the pain of his earlier accident must have finally passed.
"I-I would like that very much." I felt excitment bubble up within me from the mere thought of actually having someone to hang out with. I never was much of a social flower back in my homestate, but here I felt like I was making some pretty good progress.
Wow, first day on the job and I've gotten into my first fight, made someone quit before they even started and to top it all off, I got two friends. I think I'm on a roll!
Oh, and did I mention that I have two dates?