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| Topic Started: Saturday, 23. February 2013, 20:19 (1,840 Views) | |
| GoldMonk | Sunday, 17. March 2013, 05:43 Post #21 |
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So, Frankie was in. She wasn't certain exactly of her beliefs when she proclaimed that, but she was willing to go along with... Whatever was in store for her. "You're actually buying this," he murmured under his breath, shaking his head slowly. Out of the corner of his eye, he noted Nora and Sullivan in each other's arms, still turning their words in his head, scrutinizing each syllable they had uttered to him carefully. In any case, Vincent seemed very pleased in his prospects answer. With an invitation to meet him tomorrow night and a salute, made for the door. Kaz looked up to meet Vincent's gaze for a moment, before politely stepping out of his way and resting on the wall beside the door. When the door closed again, Kaz made his decision. Kaz turned to the door and took the handle in his grip. But he hesitated. He didn't know why, but he just found himself unable to move. He didn't believe any of this vampire business, how could he? And yet... He threw open the door, using way too much force giving his need to force his own hand. By this time, Vincent was long gone, and only the sounds of the bar were there to greet him. Again, he found himself frozen in place. He think he knew why. If he were to ignore the whole... Vampire thing... Nothing they said wasn't true, so what if the one improbability they mentioned was true as well. Nora was right, he was afraid. He was so certain that he was going to die and to have someone come and give him any hope at all... It was too much to take. And yet, when Sullivan spoke to him, he assured him that Nora sincerely wanted to help him. Still gripping the open door, he found himself shaking violently. He was afraid. So afraid of living. He thought this was justice from taking his mother from this world. Retribution. But then he knew his mother made her sacrifice for a reason. Kaz closed the door. "Alright, Nora... I'll trust you..." |
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| Nora Penvellyn | Thursday, 21. March 2013, 04:43 Post #22 |
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Nora simply nodded as Sullivan shifted and slipped out of her grasp. She watched him approach Kaz casually, but decided to pay more mind to Frankie as she spoke. Whatever Sullivan was getting at, she hoped it worked. Tuning their somewhat private side conversation out, she regarded the young girl before her with a growing smile before glancing to Vinnie, "She's got spirit and common sense? Goddamn, Vin. Where do you find these people?" She laughed lightly, bidding Vinnie farewell with a pat on the shoulder as he passed. She took the vacant chair her mobster friend had left behind and kicked her booted feet up on the desk, watching her lover and hopeful childe interact. She could get used to it, truth be told, the sense of family was a little unnerving. It hit too close to home; she didn't want the kind of family the Sword had to offer, but than again, knowing Sully was at least interested was comforting. "I'm glad you've accepted..." Nora started, turning to gaze at Frankie with a soft smile, "I'd trust Vinnie with my life, and I'm sure you do, too. He's pretty rough around the edges, but I know he wouldn't offer this to you unless you were exceptional at what you do. I never got the chance to thank you for your efforts the other night... Truth be told, you were the only living, breathing, untainted soul involved in that clusterfuck, and for that, I give you props. It takes a ballsy bitch to roll into that, knowingly or not, and still live to tell the tale." Kaz was making for the door again. Nora sighed and watched his hesitating figure with sadness creeping into her eyes. Rejection wasn't something she took well, so as she glanced to Sullivan, she returned her focus on Frankie, "You're gonna fit in just fine, girl." She reassured, sighing as she rose from her seat and patted her shoulder lightly. She busied herself gathering the untouched and half-drunk glasses of whiskey off the desk when she heard the door shut and heard those three tiny, yet profound words. Nora looked up to Kaz with a mixture of elated happiness and surprise before dropping the glasses and rounding the desk at inhuman speeds to take Kaz into her arms. She paid no mind to the shattered glass or spilled booze dripping to the floor, holding him close before pulling back to cup his cheeks with the palms of her hands, "Thank you," She whispered, before squeezing him and finally letting go. The smile on her face was irreplaceable; one of sheer happiness and triumph. "Frankie, I'll see you soon enough, I'm sure. Go home and get some sleep, little bird. Fuck knows you'll never get another chance after Vinnie's done with you." She stepped around the broken glass to retrieve her jacket she'd left hung on the back of the office chair, shrugging it on hastily and looking between Kaz and Sullivan, "I want to show you something, Kaz. It's quite the walk, so we'd best leave now... We'll talk more there." That being said, she moved to the door, lingering in the doorway as she opened it and waited for the rest of the room's occupants to follow suit. |
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| Sullivan | Friday, 22. March 2013, 23:14 Post #23 |
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Sullivan shrugged himself away from the wall, hands remaining in his pockets. With the likelihood of all-out war picking up, he'd given serious thought as to how he'd go about showing his loyalty to the Anarchs - considering his past, even if it was a while ago now... It felt like something he should do. Even if only to put his own demons to bed. Nora hadn't expressed a preference as to whether she wanted him to go with her further, or to leave the group for tonight - but he hadn't been around enough lately. The warning network could look after themselves for one night - and if they couldn't, clearly his judgement needed work. Approaching Nora with an uncertain but chipper look to his features - uncommon lately, but welcome at least by his own recknoning - the Irishman spoke, "D'ye need me ta make myself scarce, or would my baron and her childe-ta-be prefer a scruffy-yet-loyal honour guard? Honour bein' mostly hypothetical, granted." He said, a lop-sided grin on his face. It felt so good to just talk to her. They bickered like crazy, and they kissed and fucked and fought, but they spent so few of their hours together just talking - even when they'd had more of them, before all this leaving and scouting bullshit. It was the aspect of them that he missed the most, sometimes. |
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| Frankie O'Hara | Sunday, 24. March 2013, 08:18 Post #24 |
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The Mohawk
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Frankie turned her head as Vinnie walked out with an invitation to meet tomorrow so she could get some more detailed explanation to her situation and her future and gave a simple farewell wave of her hand, "I'll see you there, chief." She sat awkwardly for a few moments before pushing her glass towards the others and standing to push in her chair and go. She was waiting for Nora to pass after gathering the glasses when Kaz spoke again. Frankie jumped back as the glass crashed to the floor showering the most direct path between her and the door with broken glass and the wet remnants of the alcohol that had been in some of the glasses. The moment playing out in front of her could not be easily bypassed and it was definitely one she would give anything to escape. She should've followed Vinnie out of the room and escaped when the path had been a straight, easy walk out, but now there was this scene that was reminiscent of the ones that had haunted her childhood. It was the look on Nora's face. The love and adoration she carried for this young man that bothered her. It irked Frankie how easily she could pulled back into her memories of her childhood, the jealously she had harbored towards the kids in her school that had mothers that walked them to school on their very first day and kissed them on the forehead as they went, and the desperation to just have one loving moment of her own between her and her mother. It was awkward to be the bystander once again to such a personal moment and Frankie leaned against the table and averted her eyes waiting for Kaz and Nora to separate so she could escape the suffocating sensation of being trapped in this room. As soon as Frankie caught Nora giving her prodigy some room out of the corner of her eye, she quickly began across the room and stopped at the door when Nora addressed her. She nodded over her shoulder and forced a smile, "Thanks Nora...see you later." She escaped and threaded through the main bar of the Tripper and as soon as she was onto the sidewalk and into the cool night air she turned towards the direction of her apartment and went running to clear her mind. |
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| Nora Penvellyn | Sunday, 24. March 2013, 16:57 Post #25 |
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She could sense the discomfort blossoming in Frankie as she bolted through the open door and out of the bar. Nora shrugged and returned Sullivan's grin and cheerful Irish lull with a smirk of her own, "That's putting it nicely," She quipped as she stood on the tips of her toes to press her lips against his sweetly. She wondered how long this would last until they were at each others throats again; while it was exhausting, it was a part of who they were. As much as she hated fighting with him in the end, she'd take the knock down, drag out brawls they got into over nothing at all any day of the week. "Come along, my love. We're making a baby tonight!" She giggled and gestured for Sullivan to follow before looking to Kaz' hesitant figure still looming inside of the empty room. She reached for his hand and gently urged him to join them as they made their way out of the bar, "I know this is a lot to take in, but you're in good hands. Don't worry your pretty little head, sugar." She crooned to him with the affection of a doting mother. It felt natural, as if the maternal instinct she never got to have was kicking into overdrive. She smiled up to Kaz, pinching his cheek playfully before tugging him along and closing the door behind them as they trekked out into the London night, and closer to Kaz' death. |
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