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| Can I stay this night?; CLOSED (GEORGE HAVEN) | |
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| Topic Started: Wednesday, 11. December 2013, 13:16 (527 Views) | |
| Roisin Macnamara | Wednesday, 11. December 2013, 13:16 Post #1 |
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Continued from here... Roisin had been in the park for quite some time before she tried to remember her way to George’s home. After some searching and recalling the steps they made when they first met she suddenly stood in front of his home. Even with her coat on she was shivering. Winter was really creeping around and starting to set its cold hands on nature. Leaves were falling everywhere, the wind was cold, some mornings there was a little ice on the windows... King Winter was slowly but surely arriving in London. She rang a few times and knocked as well but no answer was given... the door remained shut. Why wasn’t he here yet? Did he still need to do other things? Had Anne done something to him? It was too cold to stay outside. She had already been in the park for too long. The wind and the cold had seeped into her body. It was a freezing, stinging feeling. Her hands were shaken badly so she took some tools out of her coat to pick the lock. Not the nicest thing to do but after all she had told him she would sneak in if he didn’t mind and he hadn’t protested. She wondered whether he realised this is what she meant with sneaking in. Of course she had a good excuse now: it was too damn cold to stay outside and wait for him. Who knew how long he would stay away!? Once inside everything was still the same. It was so clean and so comfortable inside. Strangely enough it felt a little like coming home. She shrugged off her coat and hung it neatly in the hallway. She placed her shoes on the ground at the side to make sure George wouldn’t fall over them when entering. She went through the pockets of her coat to grab her IPod. She placed the ear buds in and started listening to some classical music. Her father was a fan of it and she didn’t dislike it either but it was more for nostalgic reasons than for enjoyment she listened to it. The girl walked around, looking at the pictures and losing herself in her own reveries. It was strange to be in his home again. She never had any issues with breaking in but now that she knew George, even for a little bit, she found herself annoyed and uncomfortable with being here without him. With a sigh she walked over to the kitchen while she twirled around on the music. Sliding from side to side like she used to dance with her father because she wanted to look like the angel her mother always seemed to be when she saw her dance. In the kitchen she prepared some coffee. She loved the smell of coffee. While she waited her hands moved through the air like she was the conductor of the orchestra. After a while she took a cup of coffee and nestles herself in the couch. She lay on her side and left the coffee on the table in front of her to cool down a bit but quickly enough she fell asleep... |
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English and Gaelic "Us Irish girls we drink, fight and fuck... preferably in that order."
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| George Henry Harris | Friday, 13. December 2013, 13:59 Post #2 |
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Finally the negotiations are over... Now I could use a beer and a bit of relaxation... Home, just getting home... George felt tired as he entered the building where he lived and tried to unlock the door only to notice it was already unlocked, which was strange, as he didn't tend to leave it open... Frowning he walked into his flat, seeing a pair of shoes and a coat which might seem familiar, but in his brain Rational George and Paranoid George were debating whether that familarity was a good sign or not... Finally Cynical George tipped the balance in favour of Paranoia. Thus he went to the hidden gun safe next to the bathroom, took the shotgun he bought from Claire out, loaded it and went looking for burglars... After storming through the kitchen, he looked in his bedroom, puzzled to find no burglar before finally finding something he didn't expect: Roisin sleeping on the couch... At that moment Rational George threw her words which he didn't listen to well around his opponents, entangling them and finally got the upper hand... Frowning and looking very confused George looked down at her, then he unloaded the shotgun, leaning it against one of the armchairs and went to the chest of drawers, getting a blanket out. Carefully putting the blanket over her he didn't comprehend why she was here, just that she said she'd come here for something... Gently stroking her hair, he couldn't help but wonder and asking her rhetorically, careful not to disturb her sleep. "Why did you come ? I thought you didn't want to come back here..." |
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| Roisin Macnamara | Friday, 13. December 2013, 21:28 Post #3 |
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The sleeping form of the girl shifted a bit every now and then because of the ear buds still in her ears she didn't notice any movements George made. Her sleep was restless for a while. Images flashing in her mind. That Lady Anne woman had provoked a lot of memories and feelings she had kept inside. It was as if she was losing a grip on herself and her balanced mind but this was just dreaming... strange dreaming... vivid dreaming... He touched her. Stroking her hair. Sean... Sean... what? He was back? The girl's eyes suddenly open wide as she called out for him. "Sean!?" Roisin had grabbed the hand touching her and stared up only to see George. There was so much disappointment on her face. Not long after she realised it was George tears rolled over her cheeks. She hid under the blanket and cried against the pillow. When she found her strength again she sat up and grabbed her cup of coffee which was now very cold. She sipped from it nonetheless. "I'm sorry George. I thought you were someone else. I haven't been completely honest with you last time." she sighed and shrugged. "You see I have my own place. It belonged to my boyfriend, Sean, but he disappeared. He's dead. I'm all alone again. I don't know what to do! I waited for so long for him to return but he never did. I waited for years till that night we met. It was my first night out again. I have nothing left in live anymore except for a house, cars and money. I have so much people desire to have but still I feel so empty. So lonely... " She wasn't able to say anything more and stared in her coffee. The black substance showing her nothing. Just something dark like her mind and heart right now. |
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English and Gaelic "Us Irish girls we drink, fight and fuck... preferably in that order."
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| George Henry Harris | Saturday, 14. December 2013, 02:06 Post #4 |
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George watched her restless shifting with a worried frown but didn't do more than that, because it wasn't necessary... She wouldn't hurt herself just by shifting. Then she seemed to wake up, emerging from vivid and obviously disorienting dreams and called for Sean, apparently expecting him there and not an old man she didn't know very well... For a moment she did look disappointed not seeing Sean, then she started crying. For the moment she did look at him before hiding, she could notice a strange mixture of feelings visible: worry, puzzlement and, only briefly visible, pain... Her disappointment to see just him and not Sean seemed to hurt him somehow although he didn't seem aware of that... As she found the strength to talk he sat in an armchair, almost out of her view, but just visible enough for her to know he was there... Listening to her words, he nodded, then remembered she possibly couldn't see that... Thus he got up, walked over to the couch and sat down as close to her as she'd allow him. "Don't be sorry, it's alright... I didn't think you'd want to see me ever again after that night, it being a one-time thing... I may not know exactly how you feel, but you need a friend... If you want, I could be that friend... I know, I may not be comparable to the kind of friends you used to have, but perhaps we could try breaking the shell of loneliness around us..." |
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| Roisin Macnamara | Saturday, 14. December 2013, 03:16 Post #5 |
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It was hard to see that she had upset him. It was not as if she was unhappy to see him but it was still different than Sean. There was something oddly comfortable with George. It was the very reason she wanted to stay here again. She sighed trying to think how she could explain it all without revealing anything too much to him. When he sat next to her she snuggled close to him. She listened and rested her head on his shoulder. There was something relaxing about George. He gave her a feeling of being wanted or needed but not in a weird way. Just two souls trying to search for something genuine and it seemed she could be her true self with him. He didn't demand a certain Roisin: the thief, the flirt, the bitch, the innocent one... whatever everyone else wanted it was not something George searched for. Like her he wanted real genuine friendship. Enjoying each others company. "I would like that George because even though I seemed sad to see you I really wasn't but Sean was just a very important part of my life. It is hard to finally force myself to realise he is forever gone." The girl laid down again, resting her head on his lap. She pulled the blanket over her and sighed. "George?... I'm sorry I broke into your home but it was cold outside. I didn't touch or took anything. I only made coffee. I swear... " Roisin yawned and stretched before staring up at George with a smile. So young and childish in that very moment because she felt at ease and her true self for once in a long time... a very long time. She had almost forgotten how it felt to be the person behind her various masks. |
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English and Gaelic "Us Irish girls we drink, fight and fuck... preferably in that order."
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| George Henry Harris | Monday, 16. December 2013, 21:06 Post #6 |
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Difficult... Why is it that difficult ? Could it be because I've lost too much I cared for in the past ? I mean it could end as messy as the Rhiannon endeavour and I just tried to help her... Not considering the screaming fit she had when that Warrick told her what I was... No, it mustn't end like that again... Stop worrying, you can manage it this time... It'll work... George decided to stop worrying and just try to take this on a slow but steady course, only interfering if something would go wrong... He'd definitely not try to rush or force anything... As she laid down on the couch again he ruffled through her hair, if she let him, looking down at her with a smile. "Don't be sorry, it's alright... You could have asked me for a key, but anyway, it's alright... I told you you'd be welcome here, didn't I ?" |
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| Roisin Macnamara | Wednesday, 18. December 2013, 13:22 Post #7 |
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Roisin closed her eyes when he ruffled her hair. In that very moment, no matter how short it was or how significant, it made her feel happy and satisfied. A bit like coming home. Suddenly she sat up and took her phone. ”Come on, smile for me please!” With the camera of the phone turned to them she waited for him to smile. She kissed him on the cheek and made a picture of it. It was a funny picture and she laughed while giving him the phone to put in his number. When he had done that she would take it back. ”Now every time you call me I’ll see this on my screen! Aren’t we adorable?” He reminded her of her grandfather but then a younger version of him. Maybe that was why she felt that strange urge to trust him and be around him when she felt bad. The girl shrugged and sat there thinking for a bit. ”I couldn’t just ask you the key especially not with...” How to describe Anne? ”... my friend there. She is Sean’s sister but she doesn’t resemble him at all. I don’t know yet how to handle her and I don’t want her to interfere too much with my life just because she’s his sister. I don’t like too many questions.” That was a decent explanation for her... Roisin thought and it was not that far off the truth as well. Roisin was a bit doubtful about what else to tell him and what not and so she remained silent and stared at her hands. This was awkward for both of them but somehow the strings of their life got tangled and it already felt too complicated to let go of these confusing feelings. |
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| George Henry Harris | Wednesday, 18. December 2013, 22:33 Post #8 |
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George just seemed confused by her action but after he while he indeed brought up a smile, at first it was a rather weak and doubting one turning into a cheerful smile in the course of several minutes. With a nod he answered her question and then the smile faded into a thoughtful expression. "Yes, I know... She asked me, if she could meet you again, for some reason... I told her, I couldn't tell, as it's your decision, because I'm neither being your parent nor anyone else having the right deciding things for you... I mean she definitely has something on her making people uncomfortable..." Thinking further on how to address a couple of things she apparently told him and which happened to get caught by his brain to be remembered he finally looked at her questioningly. "Would you mind, if I asked you some questions about the things you told me in the coffee house ?" |
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| Roisin Macnamara | Saturday, 21. December 2013, 00:56 Post #9 |
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It was clear George had bern on his own for a long time. He was not used to having someone around especially not someone as Roisin. She was bright at times, like a shooting star but those were rare moments she only shared with those who made her feel comfortable enough to be herself. Her happiness disappeared quickly though when he mentioned that Anne had a talk with him. It annoyed her to know that woman was trying to take control of her life. The tremere had no damn right to do this. Asking Goerge permission was even stranger. "Uncomfortable? Hah! The woman is an ice queen. I don't understand how she could be his sister. Sean was so warm, so sweet. He took great care of me, protected me... I meant a lot to him andhe to me but now he's gone and she shows up claiming to help me or something. I don't know what to do because she is my only link to Sean except for his possessions. She is an actual walking, talking link to him." Meawhile she had gotten up and had started pacing back and forth. She was unable to explain everything to George. She could hardly get her own mind wrapped around everything. She looked at George with slight doubt. "Erm... sure. What is on your mind?" she went to sit back next to him. |
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English and Gaelic "Us Irish girls we drink, fight and fuck... preferably in that order."
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| George Henry Harris | Monday, 6. January 2014, 13:02 Post #10 |
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"Well, if you're that uncomfortable around her, I'd say don't meet her if you don't want to ? Would at least make things a bit easier for you but in the end it's only a piece of advice and your decision actually..." He then wanted to say something but actually took a while and apparently a thought about the phrasing until the words came out. He then dismissed the question he wanted to ask with a shrug. "It's nothing that can't actually wait... You look tired and restless, perhaps you should get a meal and a couple of hours of sleep and then we can still talk, how does that sound ?" |
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| Roisin Macnamara | Wednesday, 8. January 2014, 13:49 Post #11 |
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”Really George? Things aren’t that black and white with her. It is hard to explain. On one side I know you are right but on the other side I just can’t forget about her and everything involving her. It’s impossible to let go of some things in the world. It’s just too complicated and something I don’t want to drag you into.” It was obvious Roisin was restless and now he wanted to ask her something but kept it too himself. She feared she might have annoyed him or scared him off or something. She could seem a bit too much at times when she felt like she was losing control. She didn’t blame him for suddenly keeping quiet and trying to change the subject. There was no need as well to try and pull it out of him. There was still plenty of time to get to know each other and rushing things would only make it worse. How was she ever going to explain everything to him without sounding like a complete lunatic? ”I don’t know. Maybe it’s better that I leave. It was a mistake to come here and to drop these emotions on you.” Even though she mentioned leaving she did snuggle close to him and rested her head on his shoulder. ”I don’t want to be alone this night. I don’t anything else but sleep if you don’t mind.” An accidental yawn escaped her and she apologised for it. |
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English and Gaelic "Us Irish girls we drink, fight and fuck... preferably in that order."
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| George Henry Harris | Wednesday, 8. January 2014, 15:51 Post #12 |
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"Yes, that's the problem sometimes... I don't say it's the right way to see things but black and white is just that much easier, you know ? I'd say it's just apiece of advice but you have to decide the best way to handle this on your own... If you don't want to drag me into this, you don't have to, but if you need a friend for talking or anything, you know where you can find me..." Thinking about her words about it being a mistake and better leaving, George shrugged, trying to look and sound indifferent, which he didn't quite manage. "Well, I don't think it was, but it's your problem after all... Perhaps it would be better to talk about the whole matter, if the emotions had a few days to get sorted out, you know ? Your decision as well and I'm not terribly skilled in emotional talk, but if you want we can speak about it later, if you want... Just an offer for you..." Apparently taken by surprise he didn't resist but actually took part in the snuggling with a smile. "Sure, I don't mind, be my guest... Every room in here except my bedroom is yours to use when you're here... Sure, the fridge isn't very full and the cupboard in the kitchen isn't well stocked as well, but if me give me a short notice beforehand, you can drop by anytime..." |
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| Roisin Macnamara | Thursday, 9. January 2014, 13:37 Post #13 |
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Just like her George didn’t want her to leave. It was something she noticed right away and she was so pleased she had seen that sign. He tried to hide it but failed at it and it was the best failure she had ever seen. They were an odd pair not only the age difference and how they looked but their lives couldn’t be further apart from each other. A thief and a former soldier! It was a combination which wouldn’t work in most cases because they had both been standing on the opposite side of the law but still it worked and some sort of friendship was growing between them. In the end they were just two lonely souls trying to seek company and someone to share the good and bad days with and hoping no judgement would come from the other. Sadly she knew her secrets would make this friendship difficult but she would do her best to keep him close and keep this friendship safe from vampires. With a little laughter she said ”I think it might be better indeed that I start calling you when I come over instead of coming in when I feel like it. I hadn’t been thinking about that. I’m sorry. There has been a lot on my mind lately and it felt good to be here and be with you but I’ll keep in mind that you have a life and that I need to confirm my visits from now on. After all it is the polite thing to do.” Roisin curled up on the couch and watched George while she pulled the blanket he had given her earlier over her. ”The couch is fine, thank you. I’ll be gone first thing tomorrow. I have... things to do but I’ll call you later and maybe we can go get lunch or dinner or something.” Slowly she closed her eyes and whispered. ”Good night George.” It didn’t take her long to fall asleep again and dream whatever dream was awaiting her. The next morning Roisin awoke early and after a nice and warm coffee she left to go home and shower because she had to get ready for another day of new adventures. She started to like the fact she was getting used to the normal activities of life. |
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| George Henry Harris | Monday, 13. January 2014, 21:50 Post #14 |
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George took part in her laughter then looked a bit worried, but that worry soon was gone again. "Don't be sorry it's alright... I mean it's not like I don't like you being here but I do have a life thus I'm not always here and the neighbours have become suspicious that perhaps a burglar lurks somewhere around here, so calling me in advance might be better... I wouldn't like the thought of you trying to get in and be arrested instead, you know ?" With a smile he looked down to her and nodded, apparently thinking having dinner with her was a very good idea. "Rather dinner than lunch. I tend to sleep during the day and be awake at night... But going out for dinner would be great. Haven't had that for a long time..." While picking her cup of coffee off the table he looked at her with a very worried expression before putting on a small smile and ruffling through her hair. Then the worry was back as he walked into the kitchen. He had to tell her... one day, before ghouling her. He had to explain and he was worried and afraid how she might react once she knew... |
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