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| Toran | Tuesday, 7. January 2014, 13:42 Post #41 |
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"I hope not. I'm... not sure if I should apologize or not... I'm not really sure what just happened either. But it was... cathartic." That was one way to put it. The muscular man felt like he had just purged some demon from his soul. It didn't feel like it had gone away completely, just that some old tensions had been released finally. He found her phone and picked it up, noticing the picture and blinking his frost-blue eyes. "Ah... I think this is... George?" He was surprised he knew the person, his gaze rising to look at her as he walked her phone over to her and handed it over. She knew the Primogen of the Brujah clan, but she went out in the day. So she couldn't be a vampire, was she a ghoul like him? It could be hard to gauge the strength that came from it, a lot depended on how strong you were to start with and she wasn't a big woman. But if she was the Primogen's property and she decided to report what happened as an attack, Lucy could suffer because of it. He couldn't let that happen. He wasn't sure if there were rules about ghouls fucking but he bet a lot had to do with the individuals involved. George hadn't struck him as particularly uncivilized or unreasonable, but some people could get really odd ideas about their property. "Don't tell the Primogen what happened, please! I didn't know you were his ghoul!" His voice was a soft deep rumbling soft hush as he handed over the phone. He was a bit freaked out. How the hell was he always getting into these situations? He was a fucking lightning rod for bad luck. Seriously. How the hell does he manage to have a fucking crazy aggressive fling with a woman for it to turn out to be The Brujah Primogen's ghoul? He shifted, picking up the torn fabric and throwing them into the trash with a deep breath. He really didn't need to fucking ruin Lucy's existence just because his addiction took control of him. GODS DAMNIT... |
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| Roisin Macnamara | Friday, 10. January 2014, 11:18 Post #42 |
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The girl laughed. ”Well if you ever need an exorcist again I’m always game. For the record: I had never done anything like this before.” she chuckled shortly ”Never thought I would ever do that or want that or even consider into maybe doing it again. So please don’t apologise Toran. Guess we both just needed it.” She winked playfully at him and shrugged as if she didn’t care but one could see the little devil of guilty pleasure still twinkling in her eyes. It was clear she had enjoyed every bit of all the sanity that had happened that day. Roisin saw the change on Toran’s face when he looked at her phone. Something was wrong but what? And then... ”Oh! You know George?” What was wrong with him knowing George? He was a nice guy but he could be a bit intimidating at times. Then again Toran was a big guy and Roisin suspected he could handle George better than anyone. So what was going on here? Meanwhile her eyes lingered upon the dried up bloodstains on the ground where she had been lying earlier. The wounds on her back must have been bleeding more than she suspected even though it were minor cuts from her knife in between her shoulder blades. Then she noticed the broken glass from when he first kissed her. Furniture moved around and standing crooked. If she didn’t know better she would think they had a fight here instead of a blissful fuck. Quickly she grabbed the phone and answered but before she said anything to George she stared at Toran with her mouth just a little bit open from surprise. What did he just say? Her mind was still slow at processing everything. She was fatigued and in a mellow sort of trance. Instead of talking to George she spoke towards Toran. ”Toran! What the fuck...” Click! She ended the phone call so that piece of her sentence was all that George would have heard in an angry and confused tone. ”... are you talking about? Me? A ghoul? And what’s a Primogen? Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! That witch said he wasn’t one and now you say you he is one! Toran! I want the fucking truth! For once in my life I want the damn truth! TELL ME WHAT YOU KNOW! NOW! Please.” The girl nearly fell apart. She felt dizzy all of a sudden and her head was spinning. She sat down on the couch and pulled her knees up against her chest. How was it possible that the pristine pleasure and satisfaction from this day got blemished so fast by just a few words? Her entire mood had fallen on the wrong side of the curve. She felt sick and couldn’t believe she had fallen for the same tricks again. George is a vampire! He’s a fucking ”Vampire.” How could she ever trust him again? |
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| Toran | Friday, 10. January 2014, 15:11 Post #43 |
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The big man took her by the biceps in his big hands and gave her a slight shake to calm her down. His frost-blue eyes regarded her narrowly as he took in her reaction. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, clearly working on remaining calm. "Okay, calm down. CALM DOWN. I'll tell you the truth as I know it. Screaming and freaking out isn't going to get you your answers." He regarded her and took a deep breath. Dressed simply in one of his kilts and barefoot he took a deep breath causing the tattoo on his ribs to flex like steel plating under pressure. His right arm remains resting on her shoulder, the black lines forming twisted wire, cogs, and hydraulic pistons that extends on his back as warped plating being torn apart as a cybernetic dragon tears it's way free of his spine. "You obviously know that vampires are real. So calm down and listen. I don't know what you were told about George but since I've already fucked up on the matter I'll set shit straight. George is the head of his clan in the city. To everything I know he is a good man, solid and upright. I don't know what witch you're talking about and what lies she might have given you. George wouldn't hurt you. If he's close enough to you to take a picture like that you're important to him. He wouldn't use you. Either he intends to take you into his service or he cares about you enough to want to keep you out of the world of vampire politics." He spoke softly, but urgently. He needed her to calm down and not freak out right now, because an emotional response would get more than herself in trouble. Lucy and he could stand to suffer if the Primogen was enraged over this. How the fuck did this shit happen to him? What kind of fucking lightning rod was he that all of his negative bullshit just slammed down on his shoulders time and again. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Friday, 10. January 2014, 15:41 Post #44 |
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She had managed to get dressed when the raised voices reached her. Not the words mind you, they wereiffled with the distance they had to travel and by concrete floors and walls, but she did pick up on the shouting. Which... Didn't really fit in with what she thought had happened. Or rather, knew, had happened given the lingering scents and warmth in the shower. The Brujah frowned, pulling on one of her hoodies over the top she'd put on before slipping out of the bedroom to rush down the hallway and down the stairs to the ground floor. Though, she only made it about half way before she stopped, tonight's amber eyes taking in the well, battlefield, that was the downstairs room. The tipped over furniture, the broken glass, the bloodspill... And Toran, dressed only in a kilt talking to a woman who quite frankly looked a bit out of it. What the Hell... Lucy found herself just standing there for a few moments, looking at the two. Untied combat boots suggesting she had initially been heading out, and while now she wanted to head out even more than before she couldn't. Because seriously... "What the fuck's going on...?" he knew she rather not have to see. And quite frankly she'd been a bit hurt that he'd be with someone while she was asleep in the room right next to where they'd been. So this wasn't helping much. Especially since neither the woman or he looked alright. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Sunday, 12. January 2014, 18:35 Post #45 |
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And what the Hell, text message when... She stopped and blinked at the screen as she pulled the infernal device from her pocket out of habit though with the intent of simply turning it off. The Helll... Lucy lifted her gaze which went from the cellphone. Toran. Roisin. Back to Toran again where her gaze lingered as the reply to the text was typed in without watching the screen and sent without a word. Her initial statement still stood: what the fuck was going on? |
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| Roisin Macnamara | Monday, 13. January 2014, 21:34 Post #46 |
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When Toran shook her she felt a stinging pain in her sides. Yes! Toran had definitely cracked a rib or two. It was luckily not the first time this had happened to her so she wasn't really annoyed about it. These things happened. Well normally not after what they did but it was no big deal. The fact he had just told her George was not just a vampire but also the head of his clan in London. That meant he was important. This was confusing. Why had they been telling all these lies to her? The way Toran spoke of George made it seem he was talking about someone else. He couldn't be a vampire! He wasn't allowed to! "You are wrong! It can't be that he is one. I've been at his house and there was nothing weird about that. It can't be, can it? But why? Why this again? All these lies?" Roisin was more talking to herself than towards Toran and now that she thought about it. She had only met him during the evenings and nights so she had to believe Toran. Service? That word suddenly popped back up in her mind. All the words were jumping around in her head like dozens of little bouncing balls. It was so confusing and hectic up there right now and then the word service echoed through her mind. Was George inspecting her to make her a ghoul? A mindless follower? No! That would only make it complicated for her to live life. The voice of a woman and the sound of a phone startled Roisin. She stared at the woman and stopped breathing for a few seconds. She came from upstairs and had only come down now and they hadn't really been silent. Her eyes widened and she blinked a few times while whispering. "She is one too, isn't she? And you... you are her... ghoul? Please don't hurt me!" That was it! That was too much! She had to leave this place! Leave them! All of them! She jumped up and walked towards the door but she had to pass the vampire for that which scared her. She stepped back again and jumped behind the couch hiding herself away from both of them. Her knees pulled up towards her chest and rocking back and forth. Her head resting on her knees while she cried. |
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| Toran | Monday, 13. January 2014, 21:47 Post #47 |
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The muscular man looked at Lucy, his frost-blue eyes had a simple expression "I fucked up again" it said. He carefully walked around the couch and put a throw blanket across Roisin's shoulders, a muscular arm gathering her into a soft embrace. His voice, that deep dark rumble was amazingly gentle, like a man talking to a startled animal. "Roisin, listen; I am a ghoul. But that's because I was dying of cancer and my friends wanted to to keep me alive. It was my choice. Lucy isn't my master, she's my lover. She COULD command me to do anything she wanted. Instead she gives me the freedom to do things, even if they sometimes upset her emotionally. Like what we did this afternoon. Vampires are powerful yes, and some of them are monsters. But some are very close to human; just ones who need a special diet to stay alive. I have seen NOTHING to make me think George would enslave you. He might have never told you what he was because he didn't want you to think badly of him. To think he was a monster. He might have been scared you'd be afraid of him if you knew the truth. Sometimes people lie when they try to protect a person." He'd been thinking a lot about the way vampires and ghouls interacted. The transition from Sawyer to Lucy as a master, the requirement of blood to stay alive. How carefully Lucy avoided phrasing anything to MAKE it an order. He'd considered it a lot. Considered how alive some of the vampires that he'd met have been, as opposed to the frightened hard drinking man hiding in a bunker that he'd been before Lucy pulled him out of that mentality. He looked up at Lucy, knowing he'd fucked up, he'd made shit harder for them. Again. For a moment a black despair clawed at him, the conviction that he was cursed and that everything he touched would turn to ash and pain. But he took a deep breath and let it go. |
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| George Henry Harris | Monday, 13. January 2014, 22:10 Post #48 |
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Just as it appeared Lucy wanted to say something, an alarm sounded and the door got kicked out of its hinges and fell crashing on the ground. In the opening where the door had been just a moment ago a figure stood, dark and menacing. After a minute or two the figure entered the shop and revealed itself as a more than just slightly agitated Brujah Primogen. Sending furious glances across the room as if actually looking for someone he saw the mess Roisin and Toran had caused earlier and for some reason he didn't seem to like seeing broken furniture and blood stains. Apparently this sight angered him even more, so he walked to the door, broke it in halves and picked up one half intending to use it on someone... |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Monday, 13. January 2014, 22:27 Post #49 |
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What?! What the Hell did... Did Toran just tell someone who wasn't one of them about her being a vampire? About George being...? Oh God... He wasn't this God damn irresponsible! The sudden rush of anger manifested in what was a short growl that was supposed to have been followed by well, words. An attempt to sort this out and figure out what the Hell was the damage and how it could be minimized. But then the door went bye bye thanks to a touch of convincing by a less than peleased looking George. Fuck... The younger Brujah's anger was instantly forced to take a back seat to more important matters, because while she might be more than a little unhappy with her lover. Hurt Angry. The truth of how she felt for him didn't change because of that. "TORAN! GET OUT!" That? That was a command. Not a request or polite suggestion. It was an order. And it was to be carried out right that instant or George might be the least of anyone's troubles. The words were growled, half shouted as the younger Brujah jumped down the stairs and in an instant moved to place herself between her Primogen and the two mortals, bracing to take the impact of the door should he happen to swing it at her. |
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| Roisin Macnamara | Tuesday, 14. January 2014, 14:32 Post #50 |
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Carefully the girl raised her head to look up at Toran. This was so confusing. She knew she had to face the truth but after everything with Sean she was unsure whether she wanted to get back in this dark part of life. He was right! Toran was right! The girl had witnessed both the monsters as the loving and caring type of vampires but it had been those monsters that had scared her the most and Sean had always kept her away from any others like him. There was no time to say anything because the alarm of the front door made her jump up. What she saw next just made her freeze in the moment. She just stood there, watching him. Watching George! This was bad! ”STOP! Please stop! George... don’t do anything, please.” With a quick swift movement she jumped back over the couch and towards George. Her entire body was trembling in slight fear and shock. She stared right at George. Her bright blue gaze piercing through him while thoughts rushed through her mind like a thundering waterfall that dropped words, so many words, in her head. It was about time, right then and there, that all the lies and the secrets stopped. Toran had not just broken her dominance and stripped her away from her pride that afternoon but he had held a mirror in front of her and showed her what she really was: a lonely girl looking for shelter and acceptance by a similar soul like hers. ”It’s time we put our cards on the table. Toran you are an idiot! If Miss Lucy doesn’t hit you in the head I will. Look at her? I don’t know much but I know love and what you did today with me wasn’t fair on her. Do you know what love is Toran?” she turned to George and stepped in between Lucy and him. Whatever happened would happen! ”I came to London and fell in love a few years ago, if I remember correctly it was around the beginning of 2007. Sean was a great guy. He didn’t judge me for what I did but he only loved me. He always said ‘what you are isn’t who you are’ and I never understood what he meant with that until that one night. I had encountered a vampire, it had bitten me and left me weak and to die on my own. I needed to find out more about it so one night I went to the library. I got tricked by one of these creatures, something called Zim... Tim... Timis or something. I don’t know. Sean was a Tremere and all I know is that it were natural enemies for some reason. Until that night I had no idea what Sean was but in order to save me from those two Timis things he had to reveal himself as what he was. He saved me but I ran away from him for a night. A night that was the worst mistake of my life. I fell into the arms of a human boy but returned to Sean. I understood what he meant: what he was, wasn’t who he was.” Roisin sighed and took a few deep breaths before talking again. The emotions painfully gathering in the back of her throat making it hard to talk but she swallowed the sadness. ”We were together for a long time. Suddenly almost three years ago he got called away to Italy for some Tremere business. He was worried and promised me to take care of me. He left me everything! His house, his cars, and his money... everything but that was not what I wanted. I waited for him. Day and night I sat by the door, waiting for him. To see his smile again, his deep dark eyes in which I got lost time and time again. I wanted to hear his voice again. Hear him say he missed me and loved me, that he wasn’t going to leave me ever again. Night after night I sat there. Staring... waiting... but he never came. His ghoul had left me on my own already when his blood supply ran dry. Until a few weeks ago I realised I wouldn’t survive anymore. I was withering away and needed to get out again but I was scared to face this world and its darkness within without Sean. He’s dead and I’m still here and he’ll never leave my heart and everything he did for me. That Toran! That is love! What we did was a blemish upon Lucy but at least I know the truth now about you, George...” Her voice became a whisper and she sounded hurt. Strangely enough the fear had subdued even though she was standing between two vampires. ”How could you not tell me? You must have guessed something about Sean and I bet Lady Anne had a talk with you as well otherwise she would have never praised you to way she did. I stayed at your place. I struggled to pour my heart out and still you kept your secret. Left me hanging and wondering how to handle this friendship we had. It must have been very funny, right? Laughing with the ignorant human! All the signs were there but I refused to see them. And to say I asked Lady Anne to leave you out of this because I wanted to protect you from this darkness. You two must have laughed about that. What a joke I am!” Roisin was surprisingly calm at first. She had expected something worse when the first feelings of fear and betrayal had started to grow but during her storytelling she had found some peace in letting it all out. However tears started rolling over her face. She had no idea what she had to do now or who to trust. Her body was trembling and she felt as if she could faint any second. Her heart beating fast and her breathing irregular in sobbing intervals. Her knees weak and shaking. There had already been little strength left in her after the afternoon she had with Toran and these emotions were overwhelming her demons she had refused to face in all those years she had been waiting for Sean. Edited by Roisin Macnamara, Tuesday, 14. January 2014, 15:16.
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| Toran | Tuesday, 14. January 2014, 14:50 Post #51 |
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Toran would have loved to explain to Roisin that what they'd done, while a touch insensitive, hadn't been cheating since he and Lucy had a bit of a nontraditional relationship. He'd have loved to address having his steel security door kicked off it's hinges and torn in half. He'd DEFINITELY have loved to protect Lucy from what he feared was coming. But he couldn't. He'd been giving an order. His mind hazed and the words GET OUT rang through his mind. In nothing but a black kilt the huge man leaped. The 6'4, 260 lbs ghoul suddenly rose from being crouched behind the couch to being a half dozen feet in the air. His hand snapped out and caught one of the peg's on his pull up bar, the one he tended to ladder the bar up with thrusting lunges when he needed and extra workout. Catch the peg his bare feet hit the wall and sent his huge form sailing nearly 10 feet to the side where he caught hold of the railing on the spiral staircase. The impact with the iron stairwell was hard enough to shake the thing and send dust trailing. But it didn't seem to slow him. In fact for the first time ever, the ghoul seemed to blur. The command had given him a key he hadn't realized he lacked. Blood burned and his steps up the stairs were surprisingly fast as celerity kicked in for a moment. He vanished through the circular hatch. Once in the hall his hand slapped the wall his closet was located on and snapped a board of siding, but it gave him the momentum he needed to control the turn off the stairs. Leaving a smear of blood he hauled open the closet door. One thick arm grabbed the bar and tore it down; revealing a ladder painted to look like the back wall took up the rear of the closet. A wooden ladder he was fast climbing. A clang echoed as he threw open the iron hatch he'd installed on the roof access and he was outside the building. For a moment the order relaxed in his mind. But then it kicked in again. He was still on the building, between the walls of the roof. The tattooed overly muscular ghoul ran across the gravel roof top towards the taller, crumbling warehouse wall condemned next store and he jumped, catching the rope he'd hung months ago for this reason and he started to climb. Once he was on the warehouse roof he collapsed, cold and confused, a bit in shock; but the order was satisfied. He was no longer in contact with the building. He was merely sick with guilt, shock and fear for the woman he loved. |
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| George Henry Harris | Tuesday, 14. January 2014, 15:48 Post #52 |
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George still stood in the room raising his weapon at Lucy, looking ready to strike her down until she stopped moving and then going after Toran. Growling he prepared to swing the half of the door against her when Roisin jumped between them and started shouting words at him, looking fearful and... shocked ? He dropped the door and looked at her, confusion appeared on his face, slowly replacing his anger, while her words slowly oozing into his brain, the metaphorical gear wheels were almost visible. As the stream of accusations continued, the confusion turned into shock and embarrasment as she looked hurt screaming at him. Finally embarrasment turned into hurt and slowly tears started to appear in his eyes, falling down, painting crimson lines on his face. "I JUST TRIED TO PROTECT YOU ! MY WORLD IS DANGEROUS, YOU KNOW ? BESIDES, WHEN SHOULD I HAVE TOLD YOU ? WHEN ? WOULD YOU HAVE BELIEVED ME ? THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED TO AVOID, THAT'S WHY I WANTED TO WAIT UNTIL WE TRUSTED EACH OTHER... I DIDN'T WANT TO HURT, I WANTED TO BE SURE WE WERE MORE THAN JUST TWO STRANGERS SEEING EACH OTHER AT THAT POINT... I HAD THAT SITUATION BEFORE JUST A BIT DIFFERENT WITH A GIRL I TRIED TO PROTECT FROM A TZIM... HAD A FIT WHEN THAT BASTARD TOLD HER WHAT I WAS AND GOT KILLED IN THE END... I... I JUST DIDN'T WANT YOU TO HATE ME FOR BEING WHAT I AM, YOU KNOW ?" Still crying and sobbing he fell on his knees, all traces of anger swept away by the tears. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Tuesday, 14. January 2014, 16:29 Post #53 |
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The other Brujah had been bracing herself for what she'd expected to be an unavoidable beating by a raging Primogen. Her eyes focused on George meaning she missed Toran's less than graceful exit, though, heh, she heard it. And then Roisin spoke up, a whole lot spilling from the woman's lips in rapid succession. The words registering but not really getting processed by the Swede who was still expecting a beat down. At worst until she saw George's reaction before he started, well, shouting actually. Whatever her own feelings were at the moment, they didn't much matter. There was too much going on. Too many people. Too much to process. Which meant the anger was slowly subsiding in the blonde asshe found herself stepping back, one, two steps. She felt like she shouldn't be there for this. |
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| Roisin Macnamara | Wednesday, 15. January 2014, 13:40 Post #54 |
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Roisin had barely seen the escape that Toran made she had heard and wondered what other secrets this place had but that was not important. George was important and his reaction and the possible lies he might tell her but instead if what she had expected to happen something completely different took place. The human could handle the shouting. She would have even been happy with a beating of a door but this... she sighed. This was not easy to handle. Fair enough she was crying herself but she was a girl and she was human. A vampire crying that was not a sight that she was used to. She didn’t even know vampires could cry. The sight of his blood tears and that he practically collapsed in front of her made her own doubts, worries and sadness disappear. The human kneeled in front of him and spoke very softly while she placed a warm hand under his chin to force him to look up at her. ”Honestly George... I would have believed you. I’ve seen the bad ones and the good ones but you have proven to me in the last couple of days what a wonderful person you are. That I found it out like this only shocked me. You should have trusted me a bit more. Lady Anne must have told you about Sean. The fact I was aware of your kind should have made it clear you could have told me. I admit it would have been a shock as well but I had rather heard it coming from you than from a random person. I don’t hate you George. I keep Sean’s words close to my heart and mind now because what you are isn’t who you are George. You are so much more to me. Why else did I felt safe enough to spend my time in your house? When I didn’t know what to do I came to you. Didn’t that tell you enough? I care for you and you make me feel safe.” Roisin chuckled. ”Just don’t swing any doors around anymore. We got a deal on that?” Carefully she wiped away the tears and rubbed the stains from her hand on her jeans. She didn’t have anything else on her to clean his face. Then she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him. She wanted to share her warmth with him and let him know it would be all right in the end. She couldn’t believe the effect George had on her but somehow she knew she would be safer in his care than on her own. It was time to accept the next stage in her life and to stop hiding from all the monsters before she turned into one herself because she felt like a bitch right now that she had made George cry. A thought popped up in her mind. ”By the way George what clan are you? Because I don’t know much about that yet. I think you have to teach me a few tricks like kicking in doors.” she said with a playful wink and a bright smile. |
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| Toran | Wednesday, 15. January 2014, 14:27 Post #55 |
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Toran sat on the rusted rooftop of the building next door and tried to consider, again, how this shit kept happening to him. His ass was freezing where it touched the roof and the kilt did just about nothing to stop that. His eyes were scanning the area, rather expecting to see a vampire come flying at him at any moment. He was..... very cold. It was just around the freezing point and a black utility kilt was not really the appropriate weather to be out in. He made a mental list of where he could stash bags of supplies for the next time this happened, as well as how to reinforce his next door so that little trick wouldn't be quite so easy. If there was a next time. Assuming he hadn't managed to get Lucy killed. Used to be his screw ups only affected him. Now he was dragging Lucy down from a life of immortality and jeopardizing her existence all because he was too stupid to live. It figured. He should have known he couldn't stop being cursed just because a wonderful woman came into his life. All he'd done was transfer the suffering from himself to her. He really did manage to taint or destroy everything he came into contact with. Living with him wasn't safe. He needed to find a place he could reinforce for her where she wouldn't be in the line of fire for his universal befuckery. He couldn't risk her like this again. It was going to suck not being able to see her. But it was safer.... and after a while he wouldn't be a problem anymore. Once nature returned to it's proper order he'd be out of the picture. Not ruining anymore lives like he had tonight. Not screwing up the life of one of the most wonderful women he'd ever met. He couldn't keep her safe. In fact, he actually endangered her even more. He had failed her. The only way to protect her from himself was to keep her away. It was all he could do. How had he forgotten this? Just because he managed to experience some joy for a while, didn't change what he was. A stormcrow, an omen of ill luck. If he stayed in her life he'd see her destroyed before he managed to bring everything crashing down on himself. He should go, just run. Just get in the truck and drive until he couldn't go any further. Then chain himself to some walls and let the laws of nature take it's course. That was the real reason for the cancer wasn't it.... nature recognized what a horrible blight he was and sort to correct itself, to remove him for the safety of everything else. Exhausted, cold and wallowing in a black despair, Toran slowly slid over onto his side and lost his awareness of the world. |
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| George Henry Harris | Wednesday, 15. January 2014, 20:42 Post #56 |
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George looked at her still crying and stammering. "But... it wasn't clear how much you know... I mean I just wanted to tell you later... I thought I couldn't tell you now but in a better situation when we both weren't as stressed, you know ? I thought it could wait until I was ready to tell you... I wanted to tell you personally but... apparently the plan didn't work... I'm sorry, I was thinking... I was dumb and short-sighted, can you forgive me ?" Finally the tears stopped flowing and he could pull himself together again to be more... controlled. A smile appeared on his face as she said she didn't hate him but he meant a lot to her and he hugged her. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that but sometimes I just can't control myself, you know ? I'll have to apologise to Toran, but I can do this later..." The smile got an impish touch as he stood up, lifting Roisin and shifting her so that he'd carry her if she'd allow him. "We should sort this out somewhere else and let Lucy and Toran have a bit of time for themselves, shouldn't we ? So, where are we going, Mylady ?" |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Wednesday, 15. January 2014, 20:49 Post #57 |
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Yeah, at that point Lucy would sort of just slink away. Disappearing back up the stairs silently as it was a conversation and topic that was far too personal and emotional for her to want to listen in on it. That and... Toran... Shit, she had to find him. Had to apologize for having yelled because he'd run off so fast she feared he'd hurt himself. ->continued |
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| Roisin Macnamara | Thursday, 16. January 2014, 13:29 Post #58 |
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They were both confused that much was for sure and their secrets had nearly taken away a perfectly good friendship. No matter how awkward it all was at that moment it didn’t matter anymore because they had finally showed their true side of themselves towards each other and even though it seemed that both Toran and Lucy were in a troublesome state right now because of that Roisin reminded herself to thank them and apologise at the same time. That needed to wait however until all parties had cooled down. ”Later might have been better but we have to play with the cards we are dealt. It might not be perfect but I don’t know how much longer I would have been able to stay sane around you. Too many doubts and worries were eating me up on the inside. So I guess there is nothing to forgive!” Roisin said with a smile. Being close to him made her feel secure and now that she started to think the whole thing through it was quite adorable how he stormed in and wanted to smash someone all because he thought she might have been in danger. If he wanted to take care of her then why should she be so scared about it? There was no reason to fear him. She giggled when he raised her up in his arms and held her to carry her. She flinched a bit due to her painful ribs. ”I’ll explain later” Letting George know he wasn’t allowed to ask questions yet. ”That is a good idea. I know where we can go to. It’s not that far away from your place. I’ll explain along the way.” continued here
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