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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 21, 2016 12:45:34 GMT -5
[ Convenience? I THINK NOT ] [ will will will will WILL RYE THE SCIENCE GUY ] [ oh myyyy gosh Swible is meant to be. Swible the Science ship ] [ they all probably accidently set fire to London ] [ pink butterfly flamingos with frills and sparkles. And bows! ]
Sybil didn't know what was more entertaining, watching Nazareth and Morgan bicker or think of them as some kind of old married couple that wants a divorce. If this was what it sounded like with her and Remus she understood why people would choose to laugh at her and Remus then. It was amusing to watch. Of course if she had to listen to it the whole ride there she would gladly make the both of them ride on the flipping roof of the carriage. She needed to focus or whatever it was she use to do before a brawl. Frankly she would just spit banter back at Remus to get herself pumped for the events to come but seeing as Remus is stuck in the other carriage with a certain Lenore well...She could only think of what was happening in there.
Lenore and Remus didn't seem all that buddy buddy this morning. She had heard that Remus had been called up there, you know in Dante's office. Which was like being sent to the Queen. It was intimidating, She didn't know how Remus even got through a single meeting with Dante without breaking out in a cold sweat. Sybil has only been in that office once and that was when she was really young. It wasn't a bad memory it was...awkward. She remembered her father sitting in a opposite chair while Dante held little Sybil ( the Sybil that still stuck bows in her hair and wore little frilly dresses young ) and was talking to her father about something. Probably threatening him or something but other then that Sybil has never been in Dante Joan's office. Remus is there more then anyone else and someone comes down without looking like a mess. He's either really good at escaping punishment or he is really good at hiding his punishments.
She shifted slightly in her seat and gazed out the window, wondering if...this brawl really was going to come out alright? Well of course no one was going to die, Remus wouldn't have that. But Sybil still couldn't help but worry about it, worry about if someone would sneak in a knife and stab someone or if the Rockshires would be a bit butt hurt about her killing one of them. From what she had heard that morning, from of course the Gossiping flock of Ravens, the Rockshires weren't happy at all about finding their little present strung up at the harbor bordering right between the lines of Rockshire and Purple Dragon territory.
They didn't seem to like it, and she has never really seen them angry before so she wasn't all that certain if she should be bragging that a tiny girl such as herself was the one who killed the big bad assassin in a little infirmary room. It didn't seem like a good call but if someone were to ask she wouldn't be afraid to pipe in and say it was her. She wasn't going to let someone else do it for her, no she was a big girl ( well age wise ) and she could handle a little men drama. Not like she's handle this for most of her life anyway. All she had to worry about is the brawl and the ride there. So far the only other people in her carriage was Morgan and Nazareth which isn't so bad if you think about it.
But she will punch the one of them if this bantering gets old.
I hear better banter from Benny and a shoelace in the morning
While of course Sybil was stuck in a carriage with Morgan and Nazareth so far, Remus was in a carriage with...oh he didn't need t explain when the door opened to the carriage and there was dear Lenore's face.
Aw crap
Remus could flash a friendly grin at her, the first thing his mind even told him to do instead of opening his mouth to stutter like a fool. Just pretend last night never happened Remus...just pretend and it will be fine he thought to himself, making use of his hands as he check his watch again.
He had barely slept last night after the encounter with Dante, in fact he spent most of it trapped in his office softly banging his head against the wooden desk with every thought that crossed his mind of how he could have handled that better. Not to mention his shoulder stung from where Dante slapped it, it didn't hurt now of course but still it was sensitive. Yes he knows, little baby Remus has a burnt up shoulder while some people got shot and beaten last night well Remus has experience all the rainbows of pain so he was allowed to complain at least a little bit.
Should I say something? Should I say anything at all? Remus thought, wondering if he should just sit there and twiddle his thumbs. He half wanted Sybil here at least he could talk to her without fumbling for words and feeling all....fluffy. Or Morgan so....they could discuss the rain? Morgan seemed like a rain kind of guy. Heck he would even take Gansey and Nazareth, even Eliza or whatever. He didn't mean this in a mean way just a....flustered way of not knowing how to talk to girls. Remus was never good at 'flirting' or 'being romantic' of any kind. He has never courted a woman before that was purely for the sake of each other liking the other. He courted women before of course but to steal from them or to threaten their family....mostly to steal because it was fun.
He remembered a faint memory of him trying to figure out on How does one talk to a lady? And at the time it was with the Purple Dragons and also considering their line of business he thought they would help but you know what they all said?
"Uh...um....how does one talk to a lady?"
"You offer her uh...no that doesn't work...."
"Have you tried just giving her a flower? That works right?"
"Only in the books Manx"
How useless could they all be? Very useless indeed. So Remus was stuck with nothing to help, no one to hang upside down for information or to threaten their family to weasel something out. No he was stuck with his hands empty and without a plan which was something Remus Hawkins did not like. He did not like it at all. So he sat there, hoping that the slight darkness in the carriage would hide the slight tinge of red to his cheeks. He hoped and prayed and prayed to whatever god was up above and watching. Probably laughing at Remus.
Most likely laughing at Remus. If there was a time to catch Remus fumbling and struggling to do anything it was when he was stuck in a carriage with a girl - Lenore if you didn't know or you are just daft in the head.
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 21, 2016 15:46:41 GMT -5
[[ replying... at some point today. gonna try to get it done right now but I'll probably be interrupted.
yes swible. yes to all the ships.
also will would definitely rock a pink frilly suit ]]
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 21, 2016 16:09:19 GMT -5
[ Roger that Captain myk Captain *flashbacks to Robin Williams and dead poet societ* [ The ships will set sail, cast the sails all hands on deck ] [ well now I wanna see them all wear pink frilly suits with glitter ]
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 21, 2016 20:08:13 GMT -5
[[ bring on the pink suits ]]
Eliza caught the brass knuckles as Sybil tossed her a pair, examining them curiously. She'd never worn any before, but they certainly seemed like a handy (haha, get it? rip me ) thing to have around. She pulled off one of her gloves, slipping on the knuckles and flexing her fingers. Interesting; they'd take a little getting used to, but they would help her pack more of a punch. Normally she had to rely on her knees and elbows to deal any good damage, making up for her lack of significant brawn, so these would be wonderful. Game-changing, even. She was already wearing a pair of steel-toed boots someone had scrounged up for her, and together the two would give her significantly better odds. She caught sight of Nazareth examining his own pair with an expression of fascination across from her. For some reason it made Eliza smile a little - the man seemed so gruff on the outside, but maybe… Maybe you just had to know him. Maybe he was afraid of seeming vulnerable.
Will grinned at Sybil's toad remark as he rejoined the group, eyebrows climbing - he had very expressive eyebrows, as did his sister (although she made an effort to keep his expression guarded, whereas he did not; or was horrible at it, either way). Commenting on his appearance implied she'd taken in his appearance. Several possible retorts crossed his mind - ’I thought you might be into something a little closer to your size’ was pretty choice, but he worried that fenced a little too close to legitimately rude. He had a feeling she was sensitive about her size - he'd rather not provoke her too much while she was wearing brass knuckles. ”I would make a se- ow! What in [heck], Elizabeth?!” He rubbed his arm, which his sister had just taken the liberty of punching. Lightly, but still; he was bruised enough that a light punch still hurt like heck.
Eliza had a smug little smile on her face. ”Sorry, you have no idea how long I've wanted to try that,” she said, a little shy but also clearly pleased with herself. She cast a glance at Sybil, nodding appraisingly. ”The knuckles are brilliant, thank you.”
The Gansey siblings followed the others outside, at the back of the group. The drizzle they'd seen through the windows had evolved into quite the downpour. The two exchanged a glance, the same look playing out on each of their faces as they stepped out into the squall. A soft laugh escaped Eliza's lips, and she tipped her head back, eyes closed, letting the rain run down her face. Will too was grinning, though when wasn't he, as he watched her. Her eyes closed - it was too ripe an opportunity to resist; rushing forward (a movement he immediately regretted for the pain it caused) he seized his sister around the waist, lifting her up and spinning her around like when they'd been kids. Eliza let out a tiny shriek of surprise, gently pounding his back with balled fists, squirming to get out of his hold. ”Will! Put me down!” She exclaimed, trying to keep quiet so as not to draw too much attention to themselves. Just to annoy her, he kept hold of her for another second before setting her down. She shoved him away, frowning. ”I'm not sitting with you.” Will just laughed.
Eliza strode over to the first carriage she laid eyes on, pulling open the door. She quickly scanned it's occupants, and was instantly relieved. Sybil, Morgan and Nazareth - all people she was fairly comfortable with by this point. Not that she wouldn't have been okay with Remus or Lenore but… Remus was kind of intimidating, given his standing - she wasn't sure what being friends with Dante Joan’s essential second in command would mean. It would give her ties that she wasn't sure she wanted. And Lenore - the woman seemed plenty nice, but they hadn't really had the chance to talk before… Anyway she liked all the people inside. Eliza nodded to them politely, taking a seat next to Nazareth, across from Morgan, leaving a polite amount of space between them. The girl was half drenched and clearly unaware that she'd just walked in on the two men bickering.
Will, true to his sister's request, headed for the other carriage. He wasn't sure who was in it, having been too childishly playing in the rain as the others had made their way over to see who had gone where. He supposed it really didn't matter - everyone here hated him. Although… he wouldn't have minded if it were a certain small blonde. At least that way the carriage ride wouldn't be boring. Taunting her, bickering with her - he found it far too much fun. Sybil was fiery, and had no patience for his over the top flirtation and… It was refreshing. And entertaining - definitely entertaining. Until she ended up being the one annoying him.
He opened the door to the carriage, taking a look inside. Hawkins sat on one side of the carriage, looking strangely uncomfortable. On the other was the dark-haired young woman from the infirmary the day before - Lenore. ”Hello,” he greeted, voice weary but testingly amicable. ”Sorry to-” He broke off as he looked again at Remus, reevaluating the situation entirely. Was that… was Remus Hawkins blushing? But why…? Will looked from Hawkins to Lenore and back again. Oh. Perhaps the tense atmosphere had not been brought about only by his arrival. No way was he going to sit there during a long carriage ride as a third wheel. He coughed awkwardly, stepping back. ”Actually, I really ought to stick with Eliza. There's, uh, something I forgot to tell her. Moral support and all that, uh - goodbye.” He said, and then he turned around and fled.
Will threw open the door to the other carriage, clambering inside - he was really rather graceful, although the movement looked awkward given his outrageously long skinny limbs. ”S****** over, Lizard.” He said, dropping down onto the seat beside Eliza without any more warning. She frowned, shooting an apologetic glance at Nazareth who she was now squished in beside quite closely. Will offered no explanation as to why he'd moved to this carriage at the last minute - quite frankly, it wasn't his business to be gossiping, particularly not about Remus Hawkins. Even if the ratio was a little ridiculous now - five of them in one carriage and two in the other. It wasn't his fault the two in the other carriage were being all shy and awkwardly lovey dovey.
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 22, 2016 9:31:25 GMT -5
( sorry guys i'm typing up a reply right now but i'm too tired to write any further and i'm afraid that i'll just end up creating flopping magicarps x~x i'll post something tomorrow i promise!also... give them the pink suits. they should have a fashion show )
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 22, 2016 12:51:06 GMT -5
[ That's fine Misc take your time, sleep comes first. I was gonna try and get something in but I got called into work so herp a der. But yeah take your time ]
[ that's it someone call the fashion people cause we have to have this happen ] [ like big fluffy flamingos ]
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 22, 2016 15:55:20 GMT -5
[[ that's it this is happening at some point. I want all the guys in pink suits {bonus if it's for a mission for some reason}
also have either of you read the raven cycle by maggie stiefvater because I just finished the last book and - and - and. les feels. too much.
plus I totally did not steal the last name Gansey from that series. nope cx
seriously though take your time guys ]]
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 22, 2016 19:17:57 GMT -5
[ oh my god I'm frreeeeeee dances around ] [ I have seen that book around but I never read it because of my growing TBR pile next to my bed I never got around to it. But I will now read it. to see what you stole ]
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 23, 2016 11:41:25 GMT -5
( thank you guys ;_;
yesss they really should have a mission where they have to wear pink and fluffy flamingo suits c’x
i’ve seen the book before but i haven’t read it… i’ll have to go pick it up now heheh and to see who this other gansey fella is cx )
“In any case—“ He was cut off when the door opened again, revealing… William Gansey. Nazareth’s eyebrows knitted together the slightest bit. What in the world was he doing here? He still wasn’t certain of what to think about the other lanky young man with his debonair smile and his overall more light-hearted, not to mention confident, attitude. He didn’t seem too bad, Nazareth supposed, though if he could, he would keep a good amount of distance from the Rockshire’s former prince. And by good amount of distance, he meant quite a lot of distance. Overprotective (he hadn't seen a sibling who had dragged himself into his enemy's territory in search of his sister after being marked as an outcast by the former organization he'd been tied to) brothers like this one could lead them into a lot of trouble. Just by sheltering him underneath their wing, they were risking their lives in a way. Speaking of which… the guy couldn’t let himself be seen by the other gangs. Nazareth’s eyebrows furrowed a little at the thought. Word would spread that the Ravens were hiding the William Gansey, and soon they would have the Rockshire’s fiercely coming after their necks with the Crestles, too. That wouldn’t be a great experience unless they would somehow manage to persuade the remaining Purple Dragons on their side. That wouldn’t really be possible, giving their unfortunate circumstances.
His thoughts were brushed away to the side as his physical self was forced to pushed himself further into his seat when the tall male clambered his way over their knees to reach the seat next to Eliza without any warning or any sort of word for that matter. Great. Now she was stuck right against him, and he was squished right to the wall of the carriage, next to the door of the transportation vehicle. Wasn’t there another carriage with Remus in it? Why make the ratio so unbalanced? Besides…
He turned his head a little to the side with his eyes focused on the window, which was painted with silver lines from the downpour. He had never. Never. Been this close to someone before in a rather long time. Sure, when he’d been very young he’d hid shyly — the distant memory only made his scowl deepen — behind his father and when he’d been a little older, he’d been around (rather closely) certain individuals, though it really hadn’t been his choice. But this close? All unexpected and sudden? That wasn’t something even Morgan was probably familiar with, either.
So instead of saying anything or snapping something at anyone in the carriage, with the situation enough to keep him silent, the usually ruthless and dark-haired Raven sat there, squished against the wall, with his eyes glaring at the rain as if it were the most interesting thing in the world all the while avoiding Eliza’s eyes and ducking his head a little to keep the look of embarrassment off of his face.
Heavens if this was how they would have to travel until they reached their destination Nazareth may as well faint now.
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He was about to retort to Nazareth’s words, though he stopped when the carriage door opened once again, revealing another soaked individual and his moppy brown hair. Gansey? What was he doing here? Morgan’s red-golden eyes widened the slightest bit as the tall Rockshire prince awkwardly but gracefully (did that make sense? He was probably the only one who could pull off both gestures at the same time) clambered his way over to sit next to Eliza. There were five people crammed into the carriage — five. In a carriage, that was supposed to hold four. Normally Morgan wouldn’t have said anything, though the people in front of himself — Eliza, William, Nazareth — looked terribly squished together. He wasn’t surprised when he saw Nazareth grumble something underneath his breath as he was pressed to the side of the carriage from the tight space.
There was a faint doubt that flickered past Morgan’s head the moment he saw Nazareth’s head turn away and his eyes glare out the window with a scowl set on his face. But well… the scowl he had etched onto his lips looked different from the one that he had when he was irritated or annoyed. It looked almost like he was hiding a certain amount of embarrassment — even shyness — from the others who were in the carriage with him.
Oh? Morgan quirked his eyebrows from a small amount of surprise (and vague amusement) that lit in his mind. Maybe he was mistaken, though.. the unfamiliar look on Nazareth’s face was almost like an open-book at the moment. He remembered that the raven-haired individual had been rather shy from the beginning, though — he’d never really been the outgoing type, always seemingly and tentatively taking a step backwards whenever someone approached his side. He’d actually been rather kind and forgiving back then, which made his change over the gradual years even more puzzling. Then again, thought Morgan with a small inward sigh. He, himself, hadn’t exactly done things that he was incredibly proud of back in the days, either.
He was certain that they would all catch a cold like this — drenched and cold. They were all right now, but some time later, they’d all be shivering and trying to keep themselves warm somehow from the merciless wind that would cut through their jackets as if it were nothing. That was something they would probably have to avoid for their own sakes, though there was nothing much that they could do given the circumstances they were stuck in. Aside from all of that, he wasn’t certain if they’d even be able to make the carriages start moving with the tight space they were fit into.
“Should I move to the other carriage?” He asked with a slight smile to his lips while brushing a soaked lock of his hair away from his face. Nazareth looked like he wanted to faint, Eliza looked apologetic, and Will… well, he wasn’t certain of how to describe the look on Will’s face. It looked like a mixture between seeing a ghost and… something else, though he wasn’t certain of what. The bunch didn't look the most comfortable with the lack of space and if they thought it'd be the best for him to move, then he would. Though, in all honestly, he didn't mind watching Nazareth seem utterly embarrassed and uncertain of everything.
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Had she been surprised at William’s sudden entrance and exit? Yes, yes she had. She’d been furiously thinking of something to say — of course, her face somehow managed to remain stoic the entire time — when he’d suddenly popped his head in, mentioned Eliza, and almost fled away out of the vehicle. He’d probably taken note of the slight tension that hung in the air, she thought while holding back the temptation to stand up, walk out, grab the supposedly younger individual by the scruff, and drag him back into the carriage.
After opening the door and briefly meeting eyes with the blue ones of Remus, she’d hopped into the carriage with a look of composure, so it was impossible to tell what she’d been thinking at the time when the realisation had struck her that she’d ended up choosing the carriage with Remus Hawkins inside. She’d sat down and pulled her soaked hair over her shoulder to keep the back of the seat from becoming soaked and rested her elbow on the small windowsill of the carriage with her chin propped up by her hand. To be quite frank, at the time, though she looked like she knew what she was doing, in reality, she really had not. At all.
What was she supposed to say? He looked as surprised and mortified as she felt — uncertain at that, too. The usual friendly grin she saw quite often from him didn’t appear upon his lips, and he actually looked a little more withdrawn than any other situation. Which had made her feel even more withdrawn than she already usually was, since… well, she’d been, in a sense, expecting him to laugh the whole thing off and brush it to the side like he usually seemed to do. Instead he was… he looked simply nervous.
Lenore lightly coughed in her hand to catch Remus’ attention.
“The… weather’s nice, isn’t it?”
It was probably wasn’t the best question she’d asked someone throughout her entire life, though it would have to do. She’d never been the best person to ease a certain situation before. She wasn’t even the best person to start off a conversation. But it felt like she had to say something — at least, something that could distract him from whatever thoughts were bothering him enough to make him uncharacteristically quiet and even timid. He was probably worried about the brawl and its outcomes and… probably puzzled over what to say regarding the very bold risk she’d taken the other day with Dante. No one knew how anything would turn out for the fight, and as for the risk… she felt a mixture of wanting to apologise to him but at the same time not mentioning it so suddenly especially when he looked so uncertain of what to do.
And was he blushing? For a brief moment, Lenore had to fight the sudden rise of heat to her own face at the realization. Why on Earth was he blushing? He hadn’t caught a cold, had he? Thankfully her expression didn’t change too much, and she decided that it would be best if she let the matter slide. Mentioning that probably wouldn’t help, though if he started to look a little ill she’d probably bring the matter up.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 23, 2016 14:34:38 GMT -5
[ alright that's it this has to happen now, one way or another ] [ I just watched like the 5th wave movie and oh my gosh whayyyyy holds the book and sobs "the acting made you do this" ] [ Books that make my feelings feel are the kind of books I enjoy torturing myself with crys into all the books ]
"Get the bloody /heck/ out of here Gansey! This carriage isn't suppose to take 5 of us" Sybil said when she spotted the soaking wet brother climb into the carriage. At first she was fine with Eliza, she was even happy that Eliza climbed in cause then Will wasn't there to annoy her the whole ride to the brawl. But that was shot down like a bird getting shot when Gansey soon came into the carriage. All wet and soaking, he looked like a wet frog now. No -- slimy and disgusting. She scowled at the man and half glared and half frowned at him. She crossed her arms under her chest and pressed into the back of the carriage seat as far from the Gansey's as she could.
Not to insult Eliza just...she didn't want to get any more wet then she wanted at the moment. Which didn't make much sense considering she was about to get herself all bloody, muddy and wet when they step out but she would like to remain as dry as possible at the moment. Not to mention that she wanted to kick Gansey back out into the rain. That's what he gets for making her a flustered, annoyed, angry mess before even leaving the La Selina. Not to mention the look on Nazareth reminded her of how she had gotten all shy and hushed when trying to talk to Gansey last night in the infirmary. The part of Gansey she actually enjoyed talking to, the side that wasn't a jerk and tried to tick her off every time they saw each other. She chewed on her bottom lip as she watched the group awkwardly try to settle into the tiny seat.
Her eyes did slowly slide up to Morgan when he mentioned about moving, wondering that -- if William Gansey didn't want to sit in the carriage with Remus and Lenore -- what made Morgan think he would be able to do? Which then made her think what was happening in the other carriage that caused Gansey to come and follow his sister. Were they arguing? No if they were arguing she would be able to hear Remus and there would be no moving from this point. Were they talking about something private? Did Gansey say something about Remus's suit cause Remus is very sensitive about his pick of clothing...As in he would shoot you if you insulted it. She hears it all the time
"These suits are more expensive then your own life"
So if his suits were so expensive then why did he openly let Gansey wear one, which only resulted in it getting drenched. Maybe it was because of how ugly it was...Remus did say he had a bit of a tipsy suit buying problem so maybe he wanted to get rid of a few of them. She didn't say anything or Morgan at first, instead she opened her mouth to say she would go but before she could the carriage lurched forward suddenly and without warning, the wheels turning over the stones without so much as a warning from the coach. Sybil jammed her fist up at the roof as a sign of being unaware of moving. Usually the carriage driver would crack a whip or thump the back of the carriage. Seeing as they were the second ones and Remus's carriage was the one ahead of them she guess they didn't need to warm them.
So she was pressed back into the carriage seat, glad that at least Gansey was sitting across from her and not next to her. She was fine with the partially wet Morgan who seemed amused at the situation before them. Well it was too late anyway to move from this carriage to the next one. Might as well tough it out until they got there and lord help her through this ride. She didn't usually pray -- actually no she never prayed anymore. She rarely even speaks to god because she doesn't truly think he's there or if he really cares. But that was another conversation for another day.
"Maybe if we hang Will out in the ran like a flag, things will be more spacious" Sybil grumbled while looking at the green dressed toad. She would had enjoyed that scene, tying him up to the roof while the rain soaked his body. See how smug he was after that. She didn't even see the point of him being here...he was better off in the infirmary with Benny so he could heal up and not get into any more trouble. Sybil tugged on the scarf around her neck some, dragging it up over her bruise.
Because then he would be out of her hair. And she could get a good laugh out of it.
At least she was semi-dry.
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Remus on the other hand had no idea what the heck he was going to do now. Gansey was here and then poof no Gansey. He was half tempted to reach back out, grab Gansey by his dumb blonde hair and drag him back in. And to not only make pleasant conversation but maybe to hmm Kill him for soaking his suit so quickly. Not even Remus was completely wet, what the heck did Gansey do outside? Swim in a puddle?! That suit, as ugly as it was, had cost him a good pound out of his own paycheck. Remus felt his fingers draw in some fabric from his coat once more like he had when he visited Lenore in the infirmary.
He only looked to Lenore when she cleared her voice and spoke.
The....weather?
"Um yes it's...nice weather for London" He said softly. To be honest he really did enjoy the rain, he liked listening to the rain hit the window pane while he worked on the numbers for today. He couldn't help but wonder why she was talking about the weather and not...what happened last night? Was she not going to scold him on how he shouldn't have told her to not do this and that? He half expected her to just out right slap him for being so...he didn't know. Just a slap across the face and then go off into conversation about something else. But instead she mentioned the weather? How nice. He shifted where he sat and tried to think of something...calming.
They might have a brawl today but there was other stuff going on. Like when they come back he could continue with this game and really focus on the important matter instead of having to worry about if William will be able to survive out in the wild by himself or if he would have to shelter him ( for a price of course he can't stay here for free ) and then make sure Eliza got to wherever safe and sound. Not to mention he had to watch out for Sybil for often since she killed a Rockshire which was about as risky as betraying a gang. He could continue going about his life and raking in the cash...doing stupid dangerous things and maybe...keeping Lenore here more often to keep her safe.
"Wally is probably sobbing about his flowers though..." Remus added, the kind hearted boy was probably pressing his nose against the glass while watching the courtyard drown in water, not that his flowers could be any worse considering what Morgan and the bunch did last night to them. Wally was a sensitive boy who was the only Raven that worked as a help and not as one of the main people for cards or the bar. He preferred it that way but boy did the boy know how to jump kick a man.
"I have other ravens there already that have umbrellas though so... it should help in some way" He said as he gazed out the window, his cool blue eyes seemed so much brighter in the dim darkness of the carriage ride. Ah what did this carriage ride remind him of? Maybe a certain ride with old friends that not even the Purple Dragons knew about.
Remus had been wearing a suit for the first time actually, he was a lot younger for sure. Maybe...13...? So roughly 6 years ago. ( It was hard to believe that Remus was this far along in the gang of trade for only 6 years ) and he was so small compared to the man sitting next to him. His hand was on Remus's shoulder and Remus was scared about something back then...he was nervous and maybe....he was crying about something. The memory was vague and barely came to light in full detail anymore when it use to haunt his memories. But he was frightened about something.
"You will be fine...stop crying. Hawkins don't cry"
"I know but...but I-"
"I know you are scared. But you have to be tough for now alright? I'll be in and out before you know it. Just a little stop, say high to the guys and we can go back home"
What happened after that uh...it slips Remus's mind. He knew that the man had to be his dad but....nothing else seemed to pop up after that. Oh well.
He clenched the fabric over and over again in his palm, a nervous habit if you want to label it. He only glanced up when he heard the soft knocking of the carriage driver, meaning they were on the move. "Here we go..." Remus said. And so they were trapped in this carriage for...not long but it would feel like a eternity. And he could only hope that Sybil can behave for an hour ride through the city with Gansey.
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 24, 2016 18:54:03 GMT -5
[[ hey guys I'm working on a reply but I've messed up the tendons in one hand so typing is a little iffy.
I'm working on it though so hopefully I can get it done tonight. no guarantees ]]
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 25, 2016 16:28:20 GMT -5
[ rest that hand I've been so busy and stressed out as of late peeps hehehe I ]
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 25, 2016 22:02:51 GMT -5
[[ me too bee.
reply in the morning. I hope. *crosses fingers* ]]
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 26, 2016 21:21:30 GMT -5
[ ugh I'm poop work is murdering me[/] take yo time ult ]
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 26, 2016 22:11:23 GMT -5
[[ sorry guys - short reply but I really just wanted to get something up. my wrist feels a lot better & I have the next week off so replies should come quicker ]]
Eliza felt the discomfort rise in Nazareth beside her - how could she not when she was essentially pressed right up against him? The tension in his body was physical, blatantly obvious. She felt a little guilty, even if she knew it wasn't her fault - this was definitely Will's fault, as per usual. But she was the one squished into his side. To be fair, she wasn't the most comfortable with the situation either. For one thing it wasn't especially… proper. Even if Eliza went against many common points of etiquette, she wasn't used to breaking this one. Being so close with people, especially since Nazareth was… well, a man.
He was warm, at least, compared to the soaking-wet Will, kicking off precious waves of heat. It only made her more aware of her own drenched-ness - her clothes were soaked, clingy, and she was now freezing. She hoped she wouldn't be making him to cold. She tipped her chin up, glancing at Nazareth. ”Apologies, Nazareth, for my brother.” Eliza murmured, softly so that only Nazareth would hear (at least, not over Will and Sybil's bickering). ”Also, I'm probably frigid to you,” she added, s******ing away as much as she could - not much - to give him space. Her body protested with a shiver at the sudden lack of body heat, which she did her best to disguise.
Will meanwhile was paying no attention to his sister beside him - his mind was locked back on the petite Raven across from him. Also what he'd witnessed in the other carriage - Remus Hawkins had a lady friend? Whaaat? But mostly on Sybil. Probably because she was already yelling at him. He eyed the girl, trying to figure out how to reply to her snapping without being too blatant. He could've completely misread the circumstances, and he didn't particularly feel like being wrong. Also her hair curled a little when it was wet, he noted distantly. It was oddly adorable - as in he meant it made her look younger than she was - more childlike - more - not… Will looked promptly out the window, fighting the colour threatening to spill over his cheeks. It only worked in part. Stupid Hawkins and his lady friend for getting him thinking about frivolous romantic things. ”I got the sense that three was a crowd.” He replied without looking at her. He would've told the blonde man it was useless - or maybe he wouldn't tell him, just let him figure it out for himself. But the sudden movement of the carriage made the decision for them.
Will had long since regained his composure when Sybil grumbled her next comment. His gaze swept over to her, meeting hers evenly. His lips curled up at the corners, green eyes lighting up. Oh, he was ready for another round of quips - he was beginning to get far too invested in this little game of theirs, the bickering. ”Perhaps the carriage would be more spacious if you were to sit in my lap.” He returned in challenge, voice as smooth and flirtatious as ever. Actually, if she sat in his lap, it would only serve to make Gansey an awkward blushing giraffe - he wouldn't know how to handle the situation. He would flirt with anything that breathed, but the second anything turned remotely intimate he was gone; a shy, clueless boy. One of the many little known facts about William Gansey - rumours tended to say much the opposite.
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 27, 2016 12:22:38 GMT -5
( i love books like that too /cries oh my i hope you're okay ult that sounds horrible D: let that hand rest as much as possible i've been stressed out too with so much stuff going on it's crazy x@ no need to apologize ult seriously take your time with replies and write whatever length is comfortable for you ) - At least he seemed to have calmed down a little.
Lenore’s eyes went to the slight movement of Remus’ hands as he clenched his fabric of his attire continuously.
Nevermind.
It was the same gesture he’d displayed back when he’d stepped into the infirmary, she noticed before she allowed her eyes to travel over to the small windows of the carriages to observe the droplets pattering onto the glass and and trailing faint paths of where they’d come from and gone off to. Maybe in the sewers. Probably in the sewers.
Her eyes didn’t move away from the window as she heard Remus shift his position a little from where he sat, most likely in discomfort. It took most of her effort just to keep any color off of her face despite the utter look of distance and calm that had taken over from the whole situation. Lenore Ainsley Ellison, embarrassed? The thought itself was enough to make her tempted to hit her head lightly against the wall of the carriage next to her head. It was strange — this whole circumstance. “Wally…? Yes, I suppose he would… he’s always cared about the flowers more than anyone else.” This whole mesh of everything.
The odd letter, the arrival of the two Ganseys, the missing necklace, the assassination attempt, and the upcoming brawl were just a few of the peculiar things that’d happen over the short span of time. All Lenore could do was just hope that things wouldn’t get any stranger, though a part of herself doubted that would be the case. And the game. After this charade, they would be back to engaging themselves into more dangerous and possibly deadly missions that would lead them to who-knew-what. Didn’t total control of the society sound a little far-fetched, anyway? Where would all of this hostility and rivalry and competition lead them to? There was a small part of herself that told her to escape — to tell the others to leave as well. But they wouldn’t, she was certain of it. And so, she planned to overstay her welcome for a while longer, until she saw this mess through.
At the mention of the umbrellas, her head turned to face his. Her dark eyes, which almost looked like a pair of coals from the dimness of the carriage, met the much vibrant and practically glowing ones of Remus’. It was a small frivolous thought, she knew, but she always wished that she had different coloured eyes — perhaps green or blue. Her dark ones, a void of static icy gray, were quite intimidating and sharp and dull from what she saw in her reflection. Speaking of which… for a moment, they looked quite distant and troubled — puzzled, even, over something she couldn’t quite get a good grasp of. And the faint glimmer of it didn’t quite seem to disappear in his eyes even as he confirmed the carriage’s departure. No matter how much Lenore wanted to alleviate the pressure or uncertainty he could be feeling, she found herself fumbling for the right words. Actually, they weren’t even the right words, since she was quite certain that whatever she said wouldn’t be much of help. Not with everything weighing down all onto his shoulders.
There was a small beat of silence that nestled in between the air, with only the rain to fill in the gaps, until she spoke up again, with her hand lightly touching her thin wrist and her voice just above a murmur. If he wanted to shrug whatever was weighing him down off, she wouldn’t press the subject any further.
“Remus, are you all right?”
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He was still glaring at the droplets of rain outside as if it were the most intriguing thing on the planet until his attention was brought back to Eliza when he heard her soft voice. Apologies…? She was apologising? For what? His dark gaze, trailed over to her, with a flicker of curiosity. He’d noticed how polite and relatively kind she seemed before, but he felt it once more that she was quite genuine with the two characteristics. Most people he knew would say nothing — possibly turn their head away and pretend to be looking at something else. Perhaps that was why he wasn’t quite certain of what to say with the truthful apology.
And it didn’t stop there, either. She moved away from him to the best of her abilities after adding a small remark to her previous statement, which finally drew his consciousness to just how drenched she really was. What on Earth had she been doing outside for so long to be so… soaked like this? He was almost completely dry, apart from the slight dampness of his hair. The slightest movement of her shoulders — a small, barely noticeable shiver — hadn’t gone unnoticed by Nazareth’s sharp eyes, which he regarded without much change of expression. She was still quite close to him — it wasn’t odd if he could sense the slight tremor of Eliza from the ice-tipped cold that was probably seeping into her, especially with her brother who was also soaking wet.
After a brief pause, Nazareth leaned to the side a bit, keeping the usual scowl on his face away as his shoulder brushed against Eliza’s. Had it been the look on his face that had caused her to apologize? The thought itself almost made the twitch of his lips return to his face, though he managed to keep it nonexistent, leaving him looking quite… tranquil, really. He looked much graceful without the downwards curl of his lips and the small furrow of his eyebrows. There was, despite the voice in his head that denied it, a small part of himself that felt slightly guilty for making her apologise and s****** away from where he was. It wasn’t her fault — the circumstance had played out like the way it had regardless of her will. In fact, he thought while nearly raising his eyebrow. He would like to put the blame on the two Ravens in the other carriage — what had they done anyway that’d chased William Gansey out? In any case, he wanted to let her know that he was all right.
“You’re going to catch a cold at this rate.” The small mumble came from underneath Nazareth’s breath as he managed to struggle his way (thankfully it was quick) out of his jacket and gently wrap the heavy and warm clothing around her shoulders. It was autumn, after all. Add the cold air with the rain and it would be perfect for someone to fall victim to Benny’s very bitter medicine. And he couldn’t have her falling from one when she was participating in the brawl. He wouldn’t allow it.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 27, 2016 15:36:43 GMT -5
[ I was so tired last night, thought I could survive going to a football team to see my Color guard friends with my sister and mum. I thought wrong. Football team went into double and lasted until 11 ;-; ] [ You rest that hand Ult. you make whatever lengths come to mind. ] [ Books are so relaxing /cries and screams then explodes/ So relaxing ] [ I may or may not have forgotten some details about the purple dragons kf;a;k ]
Remus glanced up when Lenore spoke, now how many times has his ears heard those words mumbled before? They were said by a lot of people, at different points in his life and all those times he would brush it off, tell them to go find someone who was really not alright. To basically leave him alone was what he had said to them. But with everything going on here and there in his head, he wasn't alright. He wasn't alright with having to worry about his friends going down to a brawl and then coming back to just find a place to stash Gansey until he could figure out how to break the news to Dante that 'Oh hey we have the Rockshire Prince in our building! Not to mention: He has a sister!' It wouldn't be the easiest and with every other Raven ****zing out because of how Remus likes to keep the strongest pieces of the game close to him was bugging him. Not even the Purple Dragons were this on edge with him. Then again he wasn't second in command at the Purple Dragons. He was a simple coin keeper and made sure things ran smoothly in the harbor.
And before that he was...nothing. He was a boy then, simple Remus Hawkins that didn't do anything bad except be a plain boy. He would love to dump his sob story out for the world to hear but that's not what he wanted. He didn't want to be looked on at like some sad little man that was complaining about life. He didn't want the little boy he trapped in a dark corner of his mind to come back with memories he didn't want to remember. He spent six years locking those up and he wasn't going to let them come back to butt heads with him. But this was Lenore....Lenore who made his palms sweat and his ears red and his words feel like mush. The one person who he cared about if they got hurt in the slightest way. She was close to getting her answer. A honest one. The only other person to do that was a certain Lu Tang who had been standing over his desk.
Lu Tang always stood over his desk when he was thinking about something, his arms crossed behind him while his black ZhongShan Zhuang suit ( whatever the heck that was, it cost more then the Queens own gowns ) was of course ironed down so not even a wrinkle would show on it. He stood over Remus's desk, casting a long shadow over him. Those dark brown eyes pinning with those icy blue eyes. Lu Tang's black hair was ruffled in places, meaning he had rubbed his hand through his considerably short hair. "You aren't acting right Remus..." He asked, staring down at Remus who was scribbling down the numbers for this week. "Sorry didn't know I had to act a certain way here Tang" Remus responded and glanced upwards. Lu Tang narrowed his eyes at the man, before shifting. "Hawkins are you...alright?" He asked the red head.
And all Remus could do was pull on a sickly sweet smile and nod. "I'm fine Lu...go back to work will ya...I don't want Kian to come and bite ya in the butt for worrying about little old me" Remus said. But even with a raised eyebrow Lu Tang sensed something was wrong.
And he was right of course. Remus had just transferred most of the Purple Dragons money over to dust.
Remus glanced at Lenore again and looked out the window before shrugging slightly. "I'm fine just...tired is all Lenore. Maybe a bit worried but nothing for you yourself to think about. I'll be fine" He said as he gazed out the window and forced his eyes to not meet those gray ones. Those dark eyes looking back at him that could rip a hole through his little guard. "After tonight everything will be fine" He added, more to say so to himself then to Lenore. Everything would be fine, he would go back to the La Selina and make the report to Dante. He would then go to his own room and do what? Sleep. He would sleep and he will just hand over the jobs he was suppose to do to Ben or maybe Edward. He was going to take a break and a break it shall be.
Where he didn't have to think about how Lenore made his ears red and how he was going to hide Gansey for the next few days or weeks....maybe months.
There was a spare room next to Sybils on the third floor....
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Sybil was gonna kill him.
All he had to do was smile and make say those dumb words to get Sybil's face lighting up in a full rose red shade. She scowled at the man and at that moment wanted to leap across the carriage and strangle him or toss him out the door. She could feel her face get beat red at his words and utterly leave her a bit speechless. Instead she just scowled and looked out the window, keeping her eyes on anywhere but there. She could have said something to shut him back up.
'You would like that wouldn't you?'
'Yeah that's how I would be able to punch you in the face'
'Why you wanna get a kiss or something?'
But nothing came out except her own flustered nature. She could never muster up the courage to say something like that. She wasn't good at flirting. She sucked at it, no need to sugar coat anything of the sorts. She wasn't good with sweet talking people, or being flowery and girly. She wasn't good at being romantic or being sugary sweet to someone she liked. No she was good at punching people in the face and then turning around to kick another in the shins. She was good at the cards and dealing them at the table. She was good at gambling and climbing up buildings and slipping into places without much of a squeak. She looked down at her gloved hands instead and scowled while her ears heated up.
She didn't understand the art of flirting, she didn't get it at all. Some of the Ravens would blame her of flirting with them when really she had no flipping idea what they meant.
"You were totally flirting with him!"
"I was not, I just enjoy hanging out with him"
"But you fancy him right?"
"No he's my friend what's wrong with you Benny"
Sybil didn't say much else except just sit there and stare out the window, trying to think of some clever way to come back at him but she knew the moment was gone and he had gotten her in check mate. "I rather get shot...again" Sybil muttered, reaching up to tighten the scarf around her neck as she glared out the window. Most likely she would get shot again then sit on William Gansey's lap. "If you want a girl to sit on your lap so much William then when we get back you can test your luck then" She grumbled, knowing that this brawl was going to not only be the chance to shove her fist into Gladys's nose but to also release some much needed frustration. She would rather get shot with a bullet again, she's been shot before, and stabbed. Dislocated shoulder. Broken Fingers and toes. Lot's of injures that have left their fair share of scars.
So instead of leaping at the man and punching his lights out she just went about to just fiddling with things around her. The string on the seat she was sitting on, the end of her sleeves, the leather of her fingers pulling on the fabric again and again. She glanced up Nazareth when he gave Eliza his jacket and almost grinned if she still wasn't sour about Will's words. She was sure her cheeks had calmed down but her ears were most likely still red. How was she going to survive in this carriage with Gansey for the last 30 minutes.....
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 28, 2016 12:59:55 GMT -5
[[ thanks guys; my wrist is a lot better now (it wasn't too bad to begin with but I had it all wrapped up and it was hard to type. & usually I want to type long replies, but I've been so busy I only have time right before I go to bed and then I'm way too tired. but NOT TODAY
I love books like that too *cries, dies* so relaxing.
it's okay bee I'm literally the most forgetful person on the planet. the Neville Longbottom of real life
also have either of you watched/heard of Stranger Things? because it has consumed my waking days ]]
Will’s face lit up entirely at Sybil's response. As her face went red, red, red from the little strip of exposed neck to the tips of her ears, turning shy, his expression grew - his smile wider, dimples more pronounced, eyes brighter. His pretty-boy-face was far too pleased with itself. He'd definitely won this round, no doubt about it - and no doubt about the fact that he was happy about it. The boy liked games, liked to win - the real boy, a part which he let come out in his façade because it was generally beneficial. So he took no small amount of pride in his little victory of this round of the game they'd thrown up between them - it was a harmless kind of victory, right? Anyway, he figured now they were tied - she'd won at the party, he'd won just now. He wasn't sure about all the times in between.
The look on Will's face was smug as he stared out the window at the passing streets of London. His city; he knew these streets so well. Streets that had become his home, become a part of him. Streets he hadn't been able to leave behind, to get his sister off of. How long had it been since he'd left the city? He'd been out on missions outside, but that had always been with the Rocks, always tying him back to this place. How long had it been since he'd been free?
He almost missed Sybil's eventual grumbled response. His eyes shot back to her, expression casual, without a trace of the things he'd just been thinking. His smile resumed as he regarded her - his cringe at the use of his full name was only mental. Will shook his head. “I think Hawkins will likely send me back into imprisonment upon our return,” he informed her, by which he actually meant the infirmary, although he wouldn't be surprised if they kept tabs on him while he was in there. “Anyway, I wouldn't let just any Raven girl sit on my lap.” A truth. In fact he probably wouldn't let any Black Raven sit on his lap - he only teased Sybil about it because one, he knew it would bother her, and two, because he knew she wouldn't. She hated Will, so he was confident in knowing none of this was serious.
He was confident with flirting, as anyone could tell. Mostly because he never took it very seriously, the way he didn't let himself take much of anything seriously on the surface. As long as it was just some girl who might reciprocate and flirt with him - maybe share a kiss or two, but nothing beyond that - he was fine. It was when there was more to it that he fumbled - his silver tongue turned to lead and his pale freckled cheeks turned beet red. The logical part of his mind told him this was ridiculous, that it really made no difference, but who was ever rational when it came to romance? He'd like to say it had something to do with not wanting to get too involved with someone so they couldn't be used against him but… he really doubted he was that noble. More like he'd just been born awkward; the guy who could flirt with anyone except the one he actually fancied.
Eliza felt like slapping her brother. Again.She might’ve if she wasn't so cold.
Will was such an idiot. A complete, shameless idiot. She felt bad for poor Sybil - this obviously wasn't the first time they'd gone at it like this. He wasn't going to get anywhere with Sybil if that's what he thought was going to go down. Sybil wasn't like the girls he usually went after - or the ones she expected he went after, anyway. She was fiery and independent and unconventional. And while Eliza supposed Sybil had a pretty face, the rest of her appearance was a little wild - Eliza thought this was great (she still hoped the two of them - and Lenore of course - could be friends) but she didn't know if William Gansey would appreciate it.
Although he did look genuinely happy, she realized as she regarded her brother. An untarnished sort of happy, a little too bright to look at head on - the way it always had been with him. His emotions had always been written in plain sight; in his eyes, the curl of his lips, the furrow between his brows - a book Eliza had long since learned to read. Only in recent years had he started trying to hide it under slick, impenetrable charm.
Eliza blinked as she felt something warm against her side - Nazareth, brushing her shoulder with his own. She glanced over at him, noting the much more relaxed expression on his face as he set his jacket around her shoulders. She opened her mouth to protest - she didn't want to take his jacket away from him when it was this cold out. But it was warm. Wonderfully warm. She gave one of her small smiles. “Thank you,” she mumbled gratefully, wrapping the jacket around herself more snugly.
She fell quiet after that, thinking ahead to the brawl. She'd volunteered because she had a feeling it was right, that she had gotten herself in this mess and therefore it was her job to get herself out of it. But she didn't really know what she was walking into. This was gang business at its most brutal, open. This wasn't schemes and countermoves, this was full on brutality - of course, her group was still walking in with a scheme, but she'd still have to fight. She thought, not for the first time these past two days, about what would happen if they weren't the only ones coming with a trick up their sleeve. Because they couldn't be; she refused to believe it, as much as she wanted to. Maybe this was a bad decision on her part; she was good at fighting for someone of her build, but by no means exceptional. Her volunteering to fight had been well intended, but surely the Ravens had a better fighter than her. And she was meant to represent them; if she failed, she wasn't only failing herself but the rest of the Black Ravens . Remus, Sybil, Lenore, Nazareth, Morgan.
Eliza stared at her lap, fiddling with the brass knuckles on her fingers. She didn't want to let the Ravens down. Despite herself, despite everything… She liked them. She liked being with them. She liked Remus’s quirky collection of suits and Lenore’s ability to be simultaneously gentle and scary as heck. She liked Will and Sybil's bickering - even if it made her want to punch him at the same time - because she liked seeing her brother away from the Rocks; if he stayed here, she thought (she hoped) it would be good for him. She liked Nazareth’s rare smiles and she liked stupid Morgan, who was too kind for his own good. She shouldn't have let herself like them, because she was leaving - she was definitely still leaving - but she had.
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 28, 2016 13:24:54 GMT -5
( 11?! oh no.... i'm glad that your wrist is doing better ult c: still try to rest it as much as you can don't injure yourself aaa i'm like that too cx like right now. ugh it's 3am why must the time zones be so off.
it's very relaxing. i never threw my book at the wall because of its tragedy nope i will go and watch it as soon as i have time and i'm not as busy as i am right now with stuff and more stuff /shot i have a reply that's half-written atm so i'll finish that tomorrow and post it here guys i'm sorry for the delays TvT )
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 28, 2016 14:25:25 GMT -5
[ I have been hearing a lot about Stranger things and I have been thinking about watching it while the growing list of tv shows grows longer and the TBR pile looms over me owo'''' ] [ Books are just so relaxing it hurts, my feelings ] [ I need a flipping cheat sheet for this roleplay eventually lol ] [ Misc you go dare devil staying up until 3 you gonna explode ] [ there Misc goes again getting shot should invest in bullet proof vests ]
"You're right, what Raven would ever want to sit on your lap. They might get a case of sever stupidity." Sybil responded, her fingers curling up to tighten in the palm of her hands. "Maybe Remus will lock you up in a cage where you belong William." Sybil was not going to deal with this for the rest of the ride. She didn't care how much he enjoyed teasing her. She hated the smug look he got when he spoke, as if he was so sure of his flirting skills and getting under Sybil's skin. She hated that. She hated being bothered and being teased like that. Cause she knew that no other guy would say stuff like that to her. She knew for a fact that she didn't have a body like the other women in London, no long flowing hair or big brown eyes. She didn't have flawless skin. She had a young face and a pair of cloud gray eyes. She had freckles all over her cheeks and her hair was cut in a way that she could be mistaken for a young boy.
Did it bother her that he teased her like that? Maybe in some way. She has only ever taken a fancy to a few boys but they always over looked her for...being her. She wasn't one to dress up every day and even if she did it would be in trousers. She wanted to punch Gansey in the face, tell him she didn't need his teasing because she already knew that she was not like other girls. She didn't have the golden curls of Eliza or eyes like Lenore. She wasn't pretty like them and she knew that. The only time she even felt like a normal girl was during the party just a few days ago. She curled her hands and uncurled them, her eyes pinned on the outside because she knew if she even looked at Gansey she would end up grabbing his throat and choking him like she had been hours before.
To think she even helped this stupid, idiotic man. To think she almost got stabbed and killed because of him. William Gansey might not be a part of the Rockshires anymore but he still held the same air. Once a Rock always a Rock. And she hated the Rockshires with such a passion it sparked all kinds of dumb memories. At this moment in time she was thinking about all the things she hated and how much she wanted to leave but she wanted to stay as well. Stay. Leave. Stay. Leave.
"You take things so seriously sometimes you know that?"
"I do not!"
"See you're getting all angry and red! You need to relax once and a while. Go have some milk and cookies"
".....what kind of cookies?"
And she was gushing all this stupid sob story stuff. No one wanted to hear that. She should just hang Will out the window and let him stay there and she could laugh the rest of the way to the Hound races
Sybil messed with the brass knuckle under her gloves as the carriage rolled over the streets, looking out the window and seeing all the places that she had been to. The tailor shop that Remus would stop into to get another one of his fine made suits, the pub where the Ravens would go to on special occasions. These streets she grew up on and she knew that Remus did too. It was hard to think that if her father never got into gambling with the Ravens Sybil could have ended up like all those girls in fancy skirts and caked on makeup. That she could have been running around with all the other girls wearing the fluffiest of dresses and going to little tea parties.....disgusting.
She didn't know how much longer this ride would be, but she could tell that they were getting closer as the streets of London were thinning out. Again the hound track was right on the edge of London, where there was less people around which made for a great escape from the family if you are in the mood to bet on a fast hound. The Crestles found pride in owning most of the Hound tracks around London, keeping the people coming here was a tricky business. You had to have the right elements such as a gambling hall had. The La Selina was a large building decked out with expensive looks and bright lights during the night time and the inside looked so nice the Queen could walk through them and be at home.
The Hound race track, otherwise known as the simple name of King Square, it was a large facility that had balcony's for the more rich and noble sorts of Lords and Ladies or maybe even Dukes if you were lucky. And front row seats were hard to get as well. cost a lot of money to even get in. How else would the Crestles keep afloat with the big dogs? Remus always mentions how impressive the work establishment is. That not just anyone could run the Hound races around London and still rake in enough money to keep a gang running. Beake probably hires three accountants at a time to run all those operations ( Remus likes to brag that he could do it all by himself but really Sybil thinks he would go crazy with that amount of work ) and that Hound Races are a tricky business. It wasn't like what the Rocks do ( Which was still a little elusive to Sybil's knowledge ) and the harbor and trading networks the Dragons do. That didn't make the Crestles any more smarter though.
All Sybil knew about this track was that it was going to be huge and that their little ring would be closed off with either members of the gangs or with some kind of barricade. Either way Sybil would be trapped in a circle with other fighters, and she would have to keep her eyes out not only for herself but for Eliza. Unlike Will, Eliza was....likable. She liked Eliza better then Will. Mainly because Eliza wasn't as arrogant and horrible. She made a promise though to Will....not William Gansey who seems like he would flirt with just about any girl he sees, meaning that he would keep on flirting with Sybil and making her mad until some other girl came up to the plate that took his interest.
She made a promise to Will that she would look out for Eliza and make sure she came back without any wounds on her body. But at this point she was thinking about just watching out for Eliza because she didn't want her friend to get hurt. Not because of a dumb promise she kept to a man that only showed his true self when he was 'back stage'
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 30, 2016 8:32:23 GMT -5
[[ it's very good & only 8 episodes no long-term commitment
books... only a week until the 5th Throne of Glass book comes out. I'm so excited.
also I'm just gonna wait for misc to reply ]]
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 30, 2016 14:47:20 GMT -5
[ oooooo yay no commitment yayyy ] [ Oh geezus I'm not ready for that My emotions ] [ And the next book of Six of Crows comes out this month too, and A torch against the night came out and more books are coming out in Oct. I don't think my bank account can handle this ] [ Yes wait for the Miscs cause Nazareth is being adorable ]
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write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 31, 2016 7:36:03 GMT -5
[[ I know. all the books come out either april/may or september/october. It's a struggle.
true. Nazareth is being very cute ]]
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 31, 2016 13:08:36 GMT -5
[ I am going to die from the book releases x~x ] [ Nazareth is showing his cute side call the press ][/font ]
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 31, 2016 19:42:18 GMT -5
im so sorry for being absent guys (and for the short reply) i had/have some family issues going on and that's preventing me from using my computer (so i can only use my phone atm) and i think i needed a little time off of everything (i love this too much to leave heheh) hopefully i'll get matters figured out soon and i'll be able to write longer replies ;n; sorry again for not telling you guys sooner ;;
call the press for william and sybil and nazareth )
Instead of answering Eliza's gratitude, Nazareth glanced back outside with his chin leaning against his propped up hand. The faint trace of embarrassment still lingered on his face, even as he did his best to disguise it. There was a small part of himself that felt relieved - half of himself had been expecting Eliza to return his jacket. After all, she didn't know much about him and he didn't know much about her either. For all he knew most people avoided him just after sharing a few words, and that he wasn't all that friendly or warm like Morgan was to the people surrounding himself. That was a good enough excuse for many to shy away from him, and he was fine with that (that was one less person to look out for anyway). So it was no surprise that the small moments of warmth shared between the Ravens (or any other group of individuals for that matter) was something he wasn't too certain about how to manage. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Morgan's lips quirk and the odd pair of red-golden eyes twinkle with humour. That seemed to be enough to bring a scowl back to the aloof Raven's face, who huffed quietly in response to the slightly smug look on his companion's face. If they weren't stuck in this carriage together and Eliza wasn't pressed agasint his side, he was certain he would have snapped something in the pale-haired Raven's direction.
He could hear the bickering of the other two people in the carriage - Sybil and William (they both really seemed to enjoy getting on each others' nerves) - but a part of his thoughts were already drifting away from his current surroundings and to the brawl. His slender finger lightly tapped the brass weapons he'd gotten from Sybil, and his eyes narrowed in thought. This could risk them a great deal, he understood. He'd be trapped, almost, without any means of escape once he was on the field. And he was certain that the Crestles would have something up their sleeves as well as the other organizations. They wouldn't let the Ravens get away easily, though he wasn't entirely sure what they would bring to the table to fight against them. In any case he would have to remain alert for his own life - and those of the other two as well. It was strange; somehow he got the feeling that this wasn't just some small mission of his. He actually wanted to keep the two out of harm's way. He found himself to be rather familiar with the odd bunch (excluding William for now, though the man did have an odd charisma that made him memorable) and even liking them despite himself. And for that, he silently cursed himself.
He looked more like he was trying to reassure himself, though Lenore didn't point it out or show any sign that she'd caught sign of his uncertainty again. His ice blue eyes, which practially glowed underneath the dim light, flickered with something she couldn't quite grasp. It was the same look that Morgan got when she caught him gazing out at the night city from their residence with his ungloved hand resting over the other. She sighed internally. Well, she had her answer, and that was as far as she would push him into saying. He wouldn't change his mind anytime soon - at least from what she could see from his reaction - and she had no intention to squeeze out an answer from him. If he needed her at any point she would be there.
"All right," she answered him before glancing out the window once again, watching the streaks of silver that were drawn over the windows from the rain. "I may not be of much assistance, but if you need someone to listen.. I'll be here for you." Everything would be fine after this day finally passed. It had to be. If they weren't heading off to a brawl that could potentially end up as a massacre, she would've enjoyed the carriage ride a little more. The sound of the rain and the wheels rolling over parts of the bumpy street that filled the small silence which nestled in the air from time to time was rather... relaxing. It was the sound she'd used to hear back in the days before carrying put a mission and used as a method to prepare herself for whatever was about to happen. Even so, today, it was a little less effective. Perhaps it was because earlier before she only had Alastair and herself to look out for, and occasionally Lazarus. Now... now she had Sybil, William, Eliza, Morgan, Nazareth, and Morgan to worry about. That was quite the sudden increase in numbers.
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 31, 2016 22:47:23 GMT -5
[[ I knooow.
it's okay Nazareth we all know you're a sweet little puppy on the inside.
EDIT: totally didn't refresh the page. anyway, absolutely no worries misc! take whatever time you need & don't worry about your replies c: I hope things work out soon enough. ]]
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Sept 1, 2016 1:41:20 GMT -5
( thank you ;~; i hope that things work out soon too )
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Sept 1, 2016 12:44:32 GMT -5
[ Misc don't worry about your replies, take as much time as you need, like Ult said I hope everything works out soon as well. We-sa here for you ] [ Call NBC and all the news anchor people ]
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Sept 1, 2016 18:11:11 GMT -5
Maybe Remus will lock you up in a cage where you belong, William.
The words echoed in Will’s head, cruel and empty - not at all the way Sybil had said it. They twisted in his gut. A cage. Right, where someone might put their belongings that they wouldn’t want to wander astray. A cage for an animal, a pet, a muse. A monster. Cages were meant for something less than human. Will had spent far too long in Beake’s clutches to find any humour in the notion of a cage. His mind ventured to the dark lines traced across his back - the bars of his cage were made of ink.
Not anymore, he thought. He was not a Rockshire anymore. His lips wouldn’t spout Beake’s words and his fists wouldn’t throw Beake’s punches. He hadn’t a penny to his name, but he had his own will and his fate in his pocket (though perhaps there was irony in that he was still wearing someone else’s pockets). Perhaps he was a monster, less than human; but he was no one else’s monster but his own for the time being.
Will’s lips curled up again, and while they bore the same smile as before, this one had more depth to it. A realness, if you knew where to look for it. A little pride, a little fear, a touch of something raw, bitter. Not innocence (he was far past innocence), but something youthful, maybe naive. And, of course, that faint undercurrent of amusement that ran through every one of his gestures, as if he had trouble taking the world fully seriously. He regarded Sybil, looking over her own youthful face - freckles, short blonde hair, grey eyes; how old was she, anyway? He cocked his head slightly. ”Perhaps; but all the monsters make it out of their cages eventually.” He said, smiling as if this were flirtation (there was nothing flirtatious about the statement).
His eyes trained out the window, once again surveying the streets of London as they passed by around him. They were nearing the outskirts of the city, which made sense - they were headed into Crestle territory. Not only that, he realized quickly, but they were headed to King Square. That wasn't surprising either. It was one of their most popular tracks. Will had been there a couple times on business with the Rocks but - he blinked, the memory striking him like lightning as he spied a sign on one of the buildings outside. It was a memory of a stuffy suit and shoes that were still a little big, of a time before he'd worried about things more serious than the day's weather, when he'd thought his parents were invincible. He'd been here before to watch a race, just his father and him, many many years ago. At the time he'd thought it had been an honest excursion - he'd been sold as soon as he'd heard about the dogs - but now he wondered it had just been another desperate gamble on his father's part.
How were his parents? Will glanced at Eliza instinctively, blinking when he noticed the jacket wrapped around her shoulders. He'd missed that whole interaction playing out. He looked first to Morgan, expecting it to have been his given that he and Eliza seemed awfully chummy, but he was still fully dressed. Which meant it was the gruff one. His eyes landed on Nazareth, jacket-less and staring out the window nonchalantly. His eyes narrowed slightly. Interesting.
Eliza pointedly ignored her brother's gaze. She wasn't specifically mad at him for the moment, although she hadn't been pleased with getting soaked in the rain, but she still wasn't in the mood to talk to him. Maybe she didn't know how to talk to him at the moment. How did you speak to someone who you'd been close to, then had disappeared altogether from your life and then suddenly reappearing after everything else in your life had turned upside down. She wasn't ready to handle him yet, not in front of everyone else.
Instead her eyes sought out Morgan, who had been quiet for the past while. She still hadn't spoken to him since the night before - not past her brief greeting that morning. She wanted him to know that they were okay; she really had nothing to be mad at him for. But also… Maybe she just wanted a little reassurance. Eliza had become spoiled on the expressions in Morgan's molten eyes. They told her she was safe, that she was going to be okay - things a totally independent person shouldn't need. But she didn't know what kind of bloodbath she might be walking into today - she'd take all the encouragement she could get.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Sept 1, 2016 19:47:17 GMT -5
Remus nodded to Lenore and smiled slightly, glad for the fact she didn't try to push him further into talking about all the things that bothered him. It would be too much honestly and it would not only stress himself out but he felt like she would feel his stress as well. Never mind that though, for now he was just going to enjoy the silent ride to King's Square. The only things on his mind was today's brawl and how everyone will fair. He wondered how Sybil was doing in a carriage with William and no where to escape. Little things came and went through his mind like the rain sliding down the glass. Too many things to think about, and the only thing he could hope for was for this to be over quickly. To be done with barely any time for a memory to form and press into his mind to linger. That was all he could hope for. At some point he did close his eyes, probably thinking to himself about the events of today. That or resting his eyes. Probably the first most likely then sleeping. He was too nervous to even think about taking a small wink of sleep. But eventually the carriage did roll to a stop and he heard the soft knock on the door.
Remus glanced up as the door opened up and a Raven, couldn't tell who since Remus ordered that most of the other accompanying Ravens hide their faces, held up a black umbrella while a black hat and scarf was wrapped firmly around his face. "After you" Remus said to Lenore, of course being the gentlemen that he was.
Unlike Remus, once that door opened Sybil made sure to be the first one out, mumbling out a soft sorry to those who she felt she probably shoved past. She just wanted to get out of that darn carriage and away from Will. The way he had smiled at her made her skin crawl and her skin flush a bit. She had not expected that kind of result from her insult. Once she stepped outside the rain hit her like a bucket of ice water, her clothes clung to her body and she felt like a shaking, yappy dog. The Raven that had offered the comfort of the umbrella was pushed away, of course what was the point in getting under an umbrella when she was just going to end up getting soaked in the end right? She felt a shiver right to her bones but all she could do was cross her arms over her chest. Out in the open, she felt like she was no longer cornered by Will's teasing or his odd form of flirting or whatever it was that happened in there. "Sybil don't you wan-" the raven tried to speak but she just shook her head. "I'm gonna end up wet, bloody, and muddy in a few minutes so might as well get a head start on one part" She answered the raven, who shrugged and instead held the umbrella out for the others.
Remus joined the others with a Raven trailing right behind him, struggling to keep in pace with Remus and not step on the back of the red haired mans heels for how much taller this raven was. The other Raven lingered behind with Lenore, while a small cluster was shielding the others except for Sybil who constantly moved around so that no one raven could keep an umbrella over her. Of course, while Remus did make sure everyone was in fact there and that he didn't have some hot flash before coming here, he couldn't ignore the looming building that cast a large, dark shadow over them even in the rain. A building that would made the La Selina look like a normal sized building. Usually it would be filled with the sound of cheers and speakers like a coliseum but today the cheers were silenced and instead were replaced by the gloom of the rain.
Remus felt the nerves at this point, in fact he could feel the feeling one would get when being stared down. Up to those glass windows any other gang member could be glaring down at them. And Remus felt a cold chill run down his body, a chill he has only felt a few rare times. And all those times have never been a good time.
"You nervous?" said Sybil, who had somehow slinked her way over to Remus's side, her hair was sticking to her head and was curling up like springs. "Me? You're the one that is going to be tossed into a fray of big dogs" Remus said and smiled slightly down at Sybil expecting a smile or quip of some sorts. Instead Sybil just stared back up at him with this...distracted kind of look to her eyes. And Remus couldn't pin point it. So instead Remus shifted slightly so that Sybil was somewhat under that umbrella. But that didn't last long when Remus caught the sight of figures standing in the entry ways. He felt like this was really a lions den, walking in surrounded by Shires and Dragons and Kings. All hungry to dig their teeth into some Raven. Remus nudged Sybil forward and the group of Ravens moved forward.
Lot's of things could happen at this time, Remus could spot the bright flashes of colors for the Purple Dragons, and the hungry eyes of the Crestles pinned on their forms. But the Rockshires.....you could feel their hate even in the cold air. Remus had not read any of the reports about the little gift they had tied up and set to the Rockshires had left a impact on them. Sybil lingered more in the middle of the group as they moved, her small form almost being engulfed in the taller bodies. And you know what? She did feel like a small dog in a big dog brawl. She felt like a puppy that was tagging along just so she could look and feel bigger with her much larger dogs. It felt like that. So Sybil sort of "shrunk" back at the eyes prying at the group, her eyes pinning with a Rockshire for a split second and felt a shock go through her body.
A big dog could do a lot of damage to a small pup
Of course Lu tang was there to see them walk through that entrance, his eyes pinned on the group shrouded in black and the faces of the extra ravens hidden from the eyes glaring them down. Of course Tiao Shi was standing next to him, an umbrella protecting her body from the cold rain. Lu Tang wore a heavy over coat and gloves, his own chosen fighters were already waiting down below. Unlike the other 'second in commands' he didn't feel the use of talking it out. They knew what had happened to the Shire night before, and they knew how angry the Shire's were after that. They were livid that the anger could be felt all the way across the harbor. It was no wonder that Beake sent out the real heavy hitters today. And considering that Remus had made a change in the line up only made things more tense. Two girls and a man. Against much bigger men that could knock the small blonde right back onto her back in the end.
Either way, Lu Tang was sure that someone had something tucked up those sleeves. He knew he did. He was still angry with Remus about the necklace. He may have forgotten that they were playing a game but Lu didn't. Remus had cost Lu Tang a prize and in return....Lu Tang planned on making sure that he would risk loosing something in this fight.
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