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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 2, 2016 4:55:38 GMT -5
( omg lol we got yugioh and pokemon and digimon just thrown at morgan xD lol rest my dear don’t get worn out x~x that’s so what i do though ahahahah c"x )
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As much as she wanted to roll over again, Lenore remained where she was. She could hear the sounds all-too-clearly behind herself — the way how presumably Benny pulled out what she assumed to be a roll of bandages or medicine of some sort and how Remus lightly took a step to the side and pulled off his vest. And like she’d said, she stayed still, careful not to show any sort of reaction that she’d heard Remus’ words or hiss. If she moved, he would probably accidentally move, and that would probably leave Benny even crosser than he already was. She closed her eyes and stifled her sigh in the covers. It didn’t take any genius to just know what Dante might have done. Actually, she had a pretty good picture of what he had, and opposing her calm expression, it made her blood turn into ice and a cold surge of anger seep into her head.
It hadn’t been the first time she’d been called an unscrupulous, cold-blooded ingrate. Lenore had heard it many times throughout her life — when she dealt with her enemies, when she dealt with the petty criminals who confronted her empty-handed with no plans. When she lied and cheated death and turned others’ words against them, all for the sake of the Underground society she lived in. Her anger was not heated fire or a conflagration of revenge. Her anger was jagged ice. Stinting, cutting, arctic. One of the most exploited traits about her, she understood, was that she would never let her target out of sight, that she was a hound that would chase down the biggest boars with no question, no dispute.
How would even the strongest men feel if their own canine turned against them?
Drawing in a long, quiet breath, Lenore released the tension that might have been in her shoulders and listened as Remus spoke. Strangely he seemed like he was informing her more than Benny about the letters he’d received. So the Crestles… they were in. And so were the other gangs. The bloody event really would happen. A glacial sort of amusement seemed to fill her at the thought of Gladys. She reckoned that the girl probably wasn’t happy that she had deceived her with the replica, leaving her with nothing but fake jewellery and not her life. And she’d probably been infuriated that Morgan had stood in front of Eliza then and there, standing off against Vincent who had been holding his pistol at the time in their direction. He probably would risk his well-being again for both Sybil and Eliza if something were to turn wrong in this event. She could already imagine Gladys’ unnervingly pale eyes flashing with mad jealousy.
“I didn’t know you had a heart, Benny!” She heard, bringing her back to the conversation. She heard Benny grumble and silently apologised for all the worriment they caused.
Normally, she knew, she would have joined in the conversation with more vigour. Though her face would remain and depict the same mischievous smile, she would add in comments here and there, often teasing the things that Remus spoke about as well as show amusement in exchange for Benny’s exasperation. She would have talked about the brawl with her hand resting on her chin in thought, smiling quite intimidatingly (though it came off more as humorous in situations like these), remarking about how she imagined they would be put down. She still would have asked if she could join as well quite light-heartedly, not seriously, even when knowing that a wounded raven would only slow the others down. Instead, she made none. It didn’t seem to come that easily this morning, not when her head was filled.
So instead, she allowed the smallest hint of a smile to grace her lips and turned her head just slightly to the side, though it wasn’t enough so that she could see him. “Remus, I think it is.” If she heard him shift at her movement, she would know that he was sitting on a bed with his back turned towards her. If he didn’t, well, then, it would be safe for her to roll over again. It was rather already boring just staring at the same wall when she could see the whole room instead just by the position of her head.
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Morgan tilted his head a little to the side when he saw Sybil waving her hand, and giggling as she told him that nothing was on his face. He didn’t think too much about it as he grabbed a seat next to her, sitting down with his arms resting on the desk and his fingers lightly entwined together. She was quite chirpy today, wasn’t she? His silky hair fell over his eyes, though he brushed them away when he heard her question regarding sleep. “I did, thank you,” he answered her with an easy smile as he listened to her comment about the rat. He listened even further and felt a small blossom of surprise. Was he a little down this morning? He wondered as he thought back to the other mornings and how he might have acted over those. Did he look tired? The questions flickered across his mind before he spoke again, his time with a small, friendly chuckle. “You’re probably imagining it, Sybil.”
Not Morgan-esk? He thought quietly, feeling his lips curve into a genuine and reassuring smile. He would make sure to remember that word. He felt at ease like this, sitting next to his companion in the morning with her looking peppy as usual and the quiet hallways slowly becoming filled with noises signalling life. He could temporarily forget that the disaster the other day had all just been a bad dream, that there was nothing to worry about. Sybil probably didn’t know, but he enjoyed listening to her chatter away and speak, no matter how long it stretched on for. She felt like a younger sibling, he’d once thought as he caught sight of her eagerly scurry off down the hallway after hearing something exciting on a sunny morning and had faintly smiled at the sight. He had to admit that it sometimes felt like she was being unusually polite with him at times, despite her usual demeanour around some of the other Ravens. He’d brushed the notion away, of course, though he couldn’t help but wonder if he was doing something wrong. He hoped not, he didn’t want to arouse discomfort from others just because of how he just was. Most of the Ravens talked to him however they wanted to, and he usually responded the same without thinking oddly of their way of speaking.
The sudden wash of teasing left Morgan blinking — and then, quite pleasantly, laughing. He hadn’t been expecting her to talk about what he’d done the day before when she’d started with ‘So,’ since it usually lead them off to different conversations. And Sybil rarely teased him, even when he did some of the most clumsiest things like a big old klutz. She looked like she was genuinely having fun, too, with her impressive imitation of a man and the twinkle of her eyes. Perhaps he did need to loosen up a little, he thought as he heard her carefully choose her words as if seeing how he’d react. I’m not a hawk, Sybil, he thought to himself with amusement filling his chest as she continued. “Actually…” He grinned as he leaned his back against his chair and raked a hand through his pale hair. If she was going to tease him, then he’d go along with it. Opportunities like this didn’t come around very often, anyway.
He then watched her with his gaze becoming dead serious, though he was suppressing the urge not to laugh then and there. “What if I told you that I did? I also have a big, fancy and hand-made flower crown in my room right now.” Oh, he was having fun gently teasing Sybil back all right. But if Eliza were to come in… he would certainly and most likely die from embarrassment.
Truth to be told, he didn’t think too much about the whole gossip situation, and he didn’t feel flustered. He felt.. rather calm, actually. At least with all the rumours around the more dangerous Ravens would leave Eliza alone, knowing that she had some relation with him. They wouldn’t approach her thinking that they’d be safe. Besides, she’s leaving soon, he reminded himself and lightly shook away the warm feeling that he’d felt the other night when she’d looked at him, almost as if she knew something that even he didn’t. Whatever the Ravens said, it was merely gossip that would pass as long as nothing more become true.
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 2, 2016 8:21:08 GMT -5
[[ ah I fell asleep. oh well, now I'm energized and ready to reply ]]
That night, Eliza slept better than she had in weeks - for the few hours she'd been asleep anyway, since it hadn't been that many hours before the dawn by the time Morgan had dropped her off at Lenore’s room. Morgan… She looked down at her hand, remembering how he'd led her through the darkened gambling hall, up the stairs. She'd expected him to let her go there, when they'd reached the third floor, but he'd ended up walking her right to the room, still holding her hand. She remembered being hung up on that fact - that she hadn't let go of his hand, even as they'd stopped by the door and she'd looked up at him and - quickly bid him goodnight before fleeing into Lenore’s room. It had felt oddly personal and well, Eliza had wanted to get out of there before she could do something she'd regret in the morning. Now she wasn't sure why she'd thought it such a big deal. He'd held her hand - big deal, it had been to keep her from crashing into every table, chair, stool or other piece of furniture littered around the hall.
She pulled herself out from under the covers, yawning as she stretched her arms above her head. Eliza stood, glancing around the unfamiliar room - Lenore’s room. She shouldn't poke around, she realized, in someone else's things, especially someone who had lent you their room while they stayed in the infirmary with a bullet wound that could've been yours. Anyway, she wouldn't snoop. She pulled on the clothes Sybil had lent her yesterday - trousers and a white collared shirt and black vest - the only clothes here she had. They weren't dirty, in any case, since she'd only worn them for an hour or two the day before. She had no comb to brush through her hair, so she did the best she could by running her fingers through it before pulling the curls up into a knot at the back of her head. Some of the curls would inevitably slip out, but Eliza didn't particularly care.
Satisfactorily ready, after only a moment or two of hesitation, she slipped out of the room. She made her way down the stairs, straight past the second floor and down to the gambling hall. Eliza didn't pause the first time she passed a pair of girls - who whispered to each other before falling into a fit of giggles - but slowly started to notice she was picking up more than her fair share of attention again. This time, however, it seemed to be less threatening. More… amused, she'd almost say, though she couldn't fathom why. Everyone seemed to be looking at her, more than a couple with an odd little smile, and several young ladies bid her a good morning when she passed, only to dissolve into giggles. They seemed to be in a pretty cheerful mood, considering the situation at hand.
Needless to say, when she spotted Sybil and Morgan at table - having a lighthearted conversation of their own, considering the smiles on their faces, though Morgan turned serious after a second - Eliza made a beeline for them. She heard Morgan say something, though she didn't exactly hear what - something about flowers, which seemed a little odd, but she didn’t question it - as she pulled up a chair. ”’Morning,” she bid the two of them, nodding to Morgan and then to Sybil. Eliza glanced between the two, suddenly wondering if she'd barged in on a conversation. ”Sorry, am I interrupting?” She asked, clueless as to the nature of the conversation they'd been having. If she'd walked in a second earlier she'd probably have heard the exchange.
Just then a crash sounded from the front of the hall, where the front doors were, followed by a gruff shout. Eliza looked up, head swiveling the same way she saw at least a dozen others do. A couple people stood, hustling to see what the ruckus was. A cheer rose somewhere from the mess, a chorus of taunts. A fight, then, though she had thought those would've happened down in the fighting rings she'd heard about. La Selina wasn't a place you could go without hearing about in the Underground. Eliza had no interest in watching a fight, at least not until another shout rose from the tumble of sounds, from which she caught a single distinct word.
Sister.
All at once, Eliza had a very bad feeling about this fight. All at once, she found herself on her feet, following a group of Ravens going to check out the disturbance. Please don't be what I think this is, she begged silently, pushing through the crowd that had gathered, pulling out into the front. It was indeed a fight; she glanced at one of the participants, a giant, hulking, scary tattooed man. And then she glanced at the other.
And froze.
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Will wasn't precisely sure how he'd ended up being pummeled in a fight at La Selina. It was still a sunny morning, so he was pretty sure there had been no illicit substances involved. But the events leading up to it felt a little fuzzy. He distinctly remembered waking up back at the Rockshires base, surprisingly still alive. And he remembered the little chat with Beake that had followed - a chat he was definitely recalling now, as the pain was reignited by a giant, hulking man's fists. He remembered the new lines of ink that marked his skin, different from all the rest - harsher, a condemning mark. A traitor’s mark. For Rockshire liked to mark their will (haha, get it?) in the most permanent sense. And then he'd been alone, and his feet had been walking here of their own accord, and suddenly he'd been on the steps of La Selina with nothing more to lose.
And here he was. William Gansey; a prince dethroned.
He certainly didn't look it at the moment, knocked to the ground. He peeled himself back up, facing his opponent. He wiped at his face, sleeve coming away bloody. His nose was bleeding. ”Just give up, Gansey boy!” Someone in the crowd taunted, while another shouted; ”Go crawl back under the Rock you came from!” He spat on the ground.
”Let my sister go and I'll leave,” he replied, voice composed as ever despite his less-than-composed appearance. He was beaten and bruised and ruffled, golden brown curls mussed and clothing bedraggled and blood pouring down his chin.
The man guffawed. ”Your sister? No way; the prince of the Rockshires doesn't have a sister.”
He rounded on Will again, rather unscathed himself - Will wasn't exactly in peak fighting shape, so who could blame him. He didn't look like much of a fighter to begin with; tall and thin and fine-bone faced, not to mention he oozed the fake aristocracy look (though it wasn't entirely fake, mind them. He had been a fine little aristocrat-boy for most of his life). But Will enjoyed a fight as much as the next young man in the London Underground - perhaps more, depending on who you asked. But he also had bruised ribs - thankfully not broken - and if you'd ever had bruised ribs you'd know what a party that was. It hurt to breathe, much less fight decently. Talking hurt, and what a shame that was given how much Will liked to talk. The intimidating loomed over him, undoubtedly ready to slug him again and then -
”Will?!”
Will froze. The man froze. They both froze, looking over to see who had spoken. Will went bug-eyed. There was Eliza, unharmed, dressed in men's clothes - at least, they looked that way - looking inexplicably like she hadn't been taken prisoner. And she was scowling. ”What on earth do you think you're doing here?”
Will didn't answer, still looking somewhat in shock at the sight of her sister among the Black Ravens. Scary Man grabbed him by the shirt, shaking him. ”She's your sister?”
Will didn't answer. Will didn't do much of anything. Will was a little out of comission; mind boggled. All he could do was stare.
[[ guess who's back. back again.
will will will will WILL NYE THE SCIENCE GUY ]]
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 2, 2016 8:34:53 GMT -5
( it's totally a-okay C"x welcome back ult! i was so lonely
WILL WILL WILL WILL SCIENCE RUUUULLLEESSS XDD typing up a reply right now! )
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 2, 2016 9:27:31 GMT -5
[ *gflap flapg* I have arrived o3o ] [ WILL WILL WILL WILL WILL ] [ WILL GONNA GET BEAT UP ]
Sybil couldn't help but let out a soft squeal and a bit of chocked laughter as Morgan got all serious about the flower crown, biting down on her lower lip before she tossed one of the cards at him with a flick of her wrist. "Can I see it? Is it made with a bunch of pink flowers?" She said, but bit down once more on her bottom lip when Eliza walked in. This felt nice, sitting around with friends with a bit of joking here and there. She did see Morgan as a brother figure in a way, she remembered dragging him into the city when everyone else refused to go with her. There had been a circus in town and she had been begging everyone to go, even flipping Benny. But Remus didn't like clowns and everyone else was too 'tough' to go. So she was able to bring MOrgan. Of course he lost her in the crowd but he found her eventually so all well that ends well. "Morning Eliza....there's nothing to worry. You didn't interrupt nothing" Sybil said before flicking a cards towards her. She didn't know if Eliza would enjoy her light teasing or not but she was glad that MOrgan had. She would do it more often then when-
Crash!
Sybil perked at the sound of a foreign noise, something that shouldn't happen in the bright rays of the morning. People scurried over to the crash she could hear their feet. And Sybil?
She was up in a flash.
Sybil marched right towards the noise, she guessed with Eliza in tow as they rounded on the scene. And she let out a low hiss and scowl when she saw the person that the raven was pounding on. "William Gansey" She muttered, watching for a moment as he seemed a bt dazed. She only tipped her head when he mentioned a sister. Sister? They didn't have his gosh dar-
"She's your sister?" Sybil heard. Sybil slowly looked to where the others were looking. Right at Eliza. And a slight pain went through her chest as she looked at the person she had labeled as a decent human not just a few hours ago. The ravens around her shifted, and she couldn't help but feel a mix of either betrayal or anger. Either way, this wasn't what needed to be done right now. "Put him down" Sybil said at last, looking over to the Raven who had a vice grip on Will. "You want our customers to come in and see you wailing on a man?! Put him down!" Sybil growled at them, her demeanor of nice and teasing washing away to something more demanding. Like she would openly start hitting something in a moment. She wanted to. She looked toward William and felt her skin crawl once more forcing her to turn her gaze on the raven who had William by the shirt. "If you want to start a fight do it in the rings where it's accepted you idiots" She snapped at them, but staying away from the two. From William. Her hands balled into fists as she made her way to the two, pulling William away from the larger Raven. "Fighting outside the rings anyway and in the La Selina is against the rules anyway. Now you caught me on a good day so I suggest you get moving before I inform someone that could burn a hole through you" ( No pun intended sorry Remus )
Sybil looked to Eliza and frowned, thinking to herself on how they had let the bloody prince of the Rockshire sister into the La Selina without even a second thought. "All of you get going, stop gawking and go do your bloody work" She grumbled towards them, her hands moving William back but that was as far as she would touch them. She brushed her hands down the front of her vest, wanting to knock her fist into his face instead. For coming here looking like that and causing a pain. And for revealing something that changed her view on Eliza completely. Sybil reached up to brush her hair back, wanting to so badly to resume what the larger Raven had been doing but instead she just stayed silent. There was no point in asking what he was doing here. She knew now what he was bothering Eliza at the party....the two were related...and she didn't even think to match the two up in looks and it....she wanted to smash her head against the wall for being so dumb
She couldn't handle this calmly. When she was upset she let people know because she spent too long just hiding. She had a bad temper like before it was mentioned. So seeing Will just set it off like a wild fire and there was no stopping it.
Remus on the other hand couldn't hear a gosh darn thing outside of here. Instead he was trying to keep an eye on Lenore's form as Benny slapped on the bandages with some medical tape, covering up the wound once more from sight. "There....all patched up for now. But come back so I can change them again. Don't do anything too exciting" Benny said as Remus went to yank back on his attire, looking toward Lenore every chance he got. He cleared his throat once he was done, smoothing down the lapelsl on his coat. "Yes well...we now have our little plan set. All we gotta do is secure the dogs as well" Remus said as he looked at Lenore before letting out a silent sight. He walked closer to her, nudging her feet aside so he could sit on the edge of the bed near her. "But on a more cheerful note...how's your arm?" He asked, looking to the bandages arm.
"It should be well in-"
"Benny I was talking to the girl. Are you Lenore? Cause if you are well done on growing a beard"
Benny grumbled at the sarcasm but Remus just smiled before turning his gaze back to Lenore. And for a second time he felt this wave of anger wash over him as he looked to her wounded shoulder. To the spot where she was shot. He wanted to so badly switch out Sybil in the fight so he could just shoot Gladys in the face. Shoot anyone in the face at this point. But Lenore seemed to be doing well....and she would get lots of visitors today right? Sybil had wanted to come down, most likely to play cards or some small game of checkers if she could. And she would bring Eliza and Morgan would visit. Maybe even the helping boys that she was nice to from time to time would come and bring her flowers like they would with the other girls. Remus was just the first he guessed. And yet he still couldn't forget the way she looked at him and dug out his walls and....now wasn't the time for that. He wanted to forget that part of the night and stay tuned into the now.
"Maybe if you're well enough you can come with....but within a safe distance of course, lot's of body guards. I don't want them to spring any thing funny" Remus murmured after a moment, his fingers digging into the material of his trousers and bunching up a bit of cloth to grip nervously. He clenched and released his hand over and over again as he sat there. Trying to hold in his own nerves and anger about what was to happen in a few hours.
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 2, 2016 9:37:58 GMT -5
( psst bee it's okay pretend that my post didn't exist C"x i'll type up a new response both of us posted almost at the same time lol )
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 2, 2016 9:43:59 GMT -5
I gotta make more edits to this then my life lol xDD alrighty roo
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 2, 2016 9:45:01 GMT -5
( aaa sorry 8w8 i could post it back but i feel like sybil handled the situation too nicely X'DD that caused a mini panic attack in me dear goodness /shot )
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 2, 2016 9:48:32 GMT -5
[ No no it's alright, I saw the posts and I just woke up ;3; I thought Morgan handled it awesome, like the tough guy in the show that's like all 'NO STOP THIEF' ]
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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 2, 2016 9:57:36 GMT -5
[[ oh my. confusion. alright so since I have a little bit of time not on mobile I'll start a reply and edit when y'all sort things out -u-
poor eliza. will's like an embarrassing parent. ]]
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 2, 2016 10:08:48 GMT -5
[ i blame the economy for this I edited it again to the best of what I had before. curse my sleepy state ;3; ]
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 2, 2016 10:14:28 GMT -5
( aaa thank you guys goodness these confusions TvT sorry bee ;v; i panicked cause morgan's reaction didn't really seem to suit what was going on and what sybil said and etc. TㅁT it's okay we'll just get to see him become cop-like sometime later haha
poor eliza indeed and poor will too goodness why is everyone getting scarred aaaaa stop you foul leaders TㅁT TㅁT TㅁT )
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 2, 2016 10:19:57 GMT -5
No no no it's alright Misc no need to say sorry at all ^_^ it'll all worked out, I could have easily edited my own post so you didn't have to delete yours ;3; but yes I want to see MOrgan go all GAAH later since WILLIAM HAD TO GO AND GET ALL 'ELIZA COM HEREEEE'
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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 2, 2016 10:47:28 GMT -5
[[ omg guys I'm actually, like, on top of this replying thing for once. yay for having a computer.
hashtagit'sallwill'sfault
sorry it's a 'lil short I have chores to get to ]]
Eliza heart had stopped in her chest. Will was here. At La Selina. At the Black Ravens headquarters. And he was yelling for them to… let her go. Her face burned, half embarrassed and half ashamed and also a little angry somewhere in the mix. What gave him the right to show up here and demand her safety, after all he’d done for her in the past few years. They’d hardly spoken since he’d gotten all caught up with the Rockshires. The Black Ravens were an enemy gang; he couldn’t just waltz in here whenever he wanted. That was just… Downright idiotic. And it looked like he’d already paid for his stupidity the night before. Heck, he was more of a mess than he’d been that night day five years ago when everything had fallen apart. Eliza didn’t know what to make of this, didn’t know how to understand it.
And then; ”She’s your sister?’
Eliza froze. No. No, no, no. They couldn’t find out now. It hadn’t even been twenty-four hours, and already the illusion of Eliza Spencer—mysterious girl Eliza Spencer, who was related in no way to reputable (arguably infamous) members of the Rockshires—had been ripped away. Because of course she was Eliza Gansey, not Spencer. She glanced over at Sybil, the girl who had just a minute ago had smiled at her, bid her good morning. Now her expression made her stomach lurch. She’d known the girl hated her brother from her comments the night before—who didn’t? Will gave people every reason to, with that entitled, couldn’t care less attitude of his. Eliza herself thought she hated him sometimes. Maybe she did. She wasn’t sure anymore. But it stung more than Eliza wished it would that that hatred would transfer to her as well, just for being his sister. Her gaze travelled to Morgan, composure slipped, leaving her a little wide-eyed, questioning. You said you wouldn’t hurt me… Does that applies to Gansey’s sister as well? She wasn’t sure what she’d do if the kind-eyed boy turned his back on her as well.
Will was only broken from his stupor as Sybil stepped between and Scary Man, barking orders to the rest of the Ravens. He blinked, stumbling back slightly as she pushed him away from the tattooed man. He recognized her instantly of course; Sybil, the girl at the party who he’d danced with, the girl who’d left him fuming in the most Will-Gansey way possible. The first of a long string of bad decisions of the night. ”You,” he murmured somewhat dumbly as he stared down at Sybil. It was almost comical, he noticed, watching the tiny blonde girl barking orders, how the rest of the Ravens followed without question. Scary Man backed off quickly, looking almost intimidated by the thought of the consequences of not listening to her, of breaking the rules. Despite his better judgement (which was saying something, because he didn’t have much of it), he smirked, feeling smug. Then again, he might’ve been a little delirious at the moment. He swayed on his feet.
Eliza sighed, stepping forward to catch her brother’s elbow. Okay, she didn’t hate him. Not entirely. She was mad at him and really didn’t feel like seeing him at the moment, but she also wasn’t cruel. ”Can we take him to the infirmary?” She asked, not daring to look at either Sybil or Morgan. Honestly she was afraid of how they were going to react to all this. Would they toss her back out to the streets, let the Crestles have their way with her? She hoped not. And not just because she’d been safe here but also because… She’d kind of liked some of the Ravens. ”I know who he is. But I don’t think someone dying in the front of your establishment would be good for business either.” Eliza told them quietly. ”Besides. He helped us escape last night. We owe him…” She glanced up at her brother. ”Something. We owe him something.”
Will blinked, glancing at his sister in surprise. Not at the face she made—a scowl was the expression he was used to on the odd occasion he saw her nowadays—but at her note of them owing them something. Right, he had technically saved them. That had sort of been lost in the mess of his memories of the past twelve hours or so. In his mind, it had been drilled in as ‘that time I betrayed everything I’ve worked for in order to save my stupid beloved sister’. But he supposed he had saved them by extension. And so he smiled—which was a little less sightly than his usual, given the blood and bruises, but at least he still had dimples. ”See, I’m good for something.” He told them, voice breathy thanks to the fact that he could hardly breathe. He winked at Sybil.
And then William Gansey fainted.
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 2, 2016 11:03:03 GMT -5
Morgan was glad that Sybil seemed to be entertained by his light-hearted answers as he quirked an eyebrow again, though this time he was smiling. “Hmmm… perhaps,” he spoke, pretending to think of a deal that would allow her to see the ‘existing-flower-crown.’ He felt much more relaxed as well with his companions like this, without them looking like they were about to faint in any moment. His gloved hand was lightly drumming the surface of the table in front of himself when Eliza appeared, and he greeted her with a small but welcoming nod of his head. “Morning,” he spoke, his voice still slightly playful from teasing Sybil. Thankfully, it didn’t seem like she’d heard what he’d said — at least, her reactions seemed to indicate that she hadn’t. He nodded in agreement to Sybil’s words about not interrupting anything since Eliza really hadn’t. They weren’t talking about some important plans regarding whatever would happen later on.
He was about to ask how her morning was going until —
Crash!
The moment he had heard the noises rise all around him and Ravens started to flutter downstairs to see what was going on, Morgan had glanced over at Sybil and tilted his head to the side, indicating where Eliza ran off to before following close behind. His silky hair had flown behind himself as he did so, his feet light and quick against the ground. He had felt his veins pulse and his muscles pull taut with tension as more and more of the Ravens’ focus started to centre around whatever this commotion was. Something brew in his chest -- a feeling that he'd run into a predicament. When Morgan fleetingly ran, his footsteps were silent, masked even before the voices could drown them out, but each second left him with more impatience to reach the center of the fiasco. “Excuse me,” “Oh, sorry Scarlet,” “Sorry,” “Pardon,” he mumbled as he slipped away, and the people who recognized him took a small step backward so that he could pass through, watching him as he lightly pushed his way through the surging crowd. They watched him move with an easy sense of grace, his movements trained and skilled as he ducked and stepped and moved. He understood that Sybil didn’t like crowds, especially large and dense one like these, and such was careful to stay with her as well, pushing away a few lumbering Ravens who were about to knock into her because they were too distracted by the commotion going on.
It was then Morgan heard a few words as he approached closer the scenery, some vulgar, and some leaving him with a faint twinge of confusion such as ‘sister.’ Sister? Now that was an odd word, wasn’t it, he thought to himself, though it was soon whisked away as he found himself standing in front of La Selina, staring straight into the situation, the problem that was causing all the ruckus. He noticed two men facing off each other, one a tall, hulking tattooed man with a cruel gleam in his eyes, the other…. Will Gansey? The William Gansey? What was he doing here? His red-golden eyes narrowed the slightest bit in thought as he briefly recalled what had happened back in the incident as he excused himself from a frazzled-looking Raven, gently pressing them back so that he could walk past them. He’d had his suspicions about Eliza having some sort of relationship with Will, but… to think that they were siblings. The realization registered in his head as he spotted the fine-faced man with his aristocratic-deemed features. He didn’t look so good — actually, not just simply bad. He looked like he was in a horrid condition. What on Earth was going on?
Despite the length he’d run, Morgan looked like he wasn’t out of breath — in fact, he didn’t look affected at all. He only raised his head as he heard Sybil raise her voice, and remained silent the crowd’s noise died down as well. The betrayal that lay within her gaze didn’t go unspotted by Morgan, who gently pushed past a Raven and stood at the side of the cleared circle, which now held the big man, Sybil, Eliza, William, and himself. He listened to her yell, commanding the crowd to disperse, and after a while of stillness, they did. Lightly walking up to her side, he gently squeezed her shoulder — lord she looked extremely upset — and eyed the other two unwelcome guests. His red-golden eyes flickered as he glanced over at Eliza before turning his head away. He wasn’t too certain of what to say or think, really. The only thing he understood was that Sybil’s wrath was far greater than his. Honestly, he wasn’t even angered, really. He wasn’t sure what he felt. Not when he’d spent nearly most of his night up after failing a mission and now facing this… this situation.
“I’ll…” His voice trailed off as he massaged his head with his gloved hand, brushing his pale hair out of the way in the process. His eyes weren’t necessarily hostile or angered, they just… looked a little conflicted. He’d been suspecting that Eliza had been hiding something, so the news didn’t come with as much impact as it had for Sybil, and he could understand her point of view. But that didn’t mean that he was completely all right with the sudden announcement being this big, either, or that he was fine letting William Gansey stirring up a ruckus first thing in the morning. Not to mention… Dante. How would they explain this to Dante now? And wasn’t Lenore in the infirmary? Heaven forbid, the moment she saw William Gansey he could already imagine her setting out to personally meet the cruel leader before Remus even had the chance to know what was happening if he wasn't there already with her. He inwardly let out a long sigh.
And that was when William Gansey fainted. He jolted as he reached out to catch the much taller man in his arms to prevent him from landing face-first onto the hard ground beneath their feet, and glanced over at some of the nearest Ravens who had not yet disappeared, still unsettled by the whole commotion. He'd moved upon instinct, really -- he'd seen the movement out of the corner of his eyes, and his muscles had acted without thinking to catch the Rockshire's prince. He then short Eliza a weary and fleeting tug of his lips before speaking. "Rose, John, help me carry him."
I think it does.
The Ravens he'd called came dashing over almost immediately the moment he made eye contact with him. He didn't even look over at Sybil for help -- he could already sense her growing hostility and infuriation.
Could yesterday's incident get any worse? According to this fiasco, yes, yes it could.
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She didn’t think that she was imagining Remus’s gaze flickering over to her form from time to time. No, it felt… as if someone was gently poking her, honestly, probing her for answers. She felt a weak flicker of amusement. Goodness, she swore that someone of the Ravens, whether if they were the most well-respected or the kindest, they were all still children in a way. And maybe, just maybe she was included in that category. Ah, who was she kidding. She could be quite childish and uncertain of things, too. The only thing that she did was do her best to keep them as a secret and hide them underneath a very practiced smile. She heard him pull his clothes over himself again and clear his throat, then sigh, all the while with his gaze resting on the back of her form. She expected to hear the click of the doors and a brief good-bye from the much taller Raven, so the sudden additional weight on the bed caused a small sense of surprise to linger in her head, just as she’d been about to let her mind wander off. She’d been expecting him to leave, honestly, not… stay.
“I…” She blinked a few times with her dark eyes watching his blue ones travel over to the bandages wrapped around her arm. She surprised herself by letting a fleeting, but genuine and very quiet laugh escape her at Remus’ sarcasm, which she accompanied with her hand resting on her chin once again. “Yes, well, I do think that I have a fine beard,” she spoke as she glanced over at Benny, wondering if he’d take her humour well despite all the fuss that had happened the other night.
When her eyes returned to his searching ones, she noticed the spark of anger in them. “It’s doing all right,” she spoke, answering his earlier question and infuriated gaze as she lightly touched the burning spot on her arm, which ebbed with a pain she’d gotten used to overnight. “It feels better than how it was yesterday.”
Her attention perked at the mention of going with the rest of the Ravens to the brawl. If she were to go, she would have to be careful not to tread their paths and become an obstacle for them again, she understood that much. The brawl would be bloody — deadly, even, with lots of cheating. Worst case scenario, someone would end up dead. But Gladys… well, she owed Gladys her gratitude with the little gift she’d left them, yes? She noticed the way how rigid Remus’ shoulders were as he sat there at the edge of her bed with his fingers digging into the material of his trousers, loosening and tightening over and over again repeatedly. He looked like he was trying to hold himself together, as well as the distinct anger that seemed to surge within his system. She couldn’t blame him. If she were in his position… she wondered if she could even retain all of the craziness happening around the Ravens.
The next thing he probably felt was the sudden and comforting warmth he felt in his back, avoiding the scarred tissue that Dante had left him with. For anyone who stumbled into the infirmary at that moment, it would’ve been a startling sight, seeing Lenore’s back was up against Remus’, though the upper part of her body was pulled away so that her head wouldn’t accidentally settle upon his marked shoulder. There was something quiet and warm about this temporary contact, harnessing something else — something that wouldn’t have been derived from just their statuses in a well-known gang. “I’ll be careful.”
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 2, 2016 11:35:39 GMT -5
( thannnnkk youuuuu cx omg yus will's brotherly "COME 'ERE I CAME FOR YOU"
thepowersofthecomputer no problem ult c; )
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 2, 2016 11:58:16 GMT -5
[ that's fine Ult, chores are horrible monsters ;3; ] [ JUST LET ME LOVE YOU SISSY ] [ I second hashtag all wills fault all the time]
[ computers are amazing c: they are like the real mvc's here ]
Sybil glanced towards Morgan when she felt him squeeze her shoulder and frowned, looking away from him too. She felt like...a idiot. For not being more careful instead of pushing this trust out on this girl. But then again....if the girl had been the sister of William Gansey why would she try to hide her last name? Maybe this was all a trap set up by the Rockshire group but....they weren't that smart. Plus she could tell if someone was purposely wanting something and well the Ravens had little to give at this point in time. That and WIlliam looked like a bruised apple at this point with those tattoos and his bruised chest.....she tore her eyes away from him when he uttered that word. "Yeah me who else you big dolt. You come running in her like a tipsy giraffe" She said and rolled her eyes, reaching up to brush her hair away. She could see the smirk in his eyes. That smugness that she hated and tried to turn into anger the last time they had spoken. She really wanted to burn that dress now. Set it on fire and then make William wear and watch him dance around like a chicken. That could even be the entertainment for tonight.
Sybil looked up to Eliza one more time, trying to see if maybe this was all just a act. That they had planned for this to happen, to have William stumble in here. But she saw none of that....besides she knew what it was like to have a brother. They were annoying...but at least her's came back to check on her and...maybe Sybil shouldn't be angry that she was related to William Gansey. What she should be angry about was that Eliza lied and didn't tell them in the first place. Remus would have been more careful of her yes, set up guards here and there but he too was a former enemy so it would have gotten some sympathy. Sybil felt her shoulders sag slightly still as the anger slowly ebbed away but throbbed still like a wound. She would talk to Eliza later about this, for she had really thought they could be friends. And Sybil wasn't one to leave things out in the open like that. She didn't want to give up the idea of having Eliza as a friend. She bit her bottom lip and glanced to Morgan who seemed...not really as angry as she did but conflicted. Like he didn't know what to do right now. She wondered if Morgan had suspected something of Eliza the whole time, while Sybil had been so willing to trust her. She had even brought her to the room with the books and maybe that was why Sybil was so angry. That she didn't tell them that....Did Eliza think all Ravens were horrible people? Sybil wasn't....horrible. She was just....she just.....
She didn't get to finish her thought, she pushed it aside and huffed, shaking off Morgans hand off her shoulder and put her own hands on her hips. "I guess we do owe the little rat something....but I won't be explaining this to Remus...So...I guess but-!" Sybil said and loked to Eliza, her anger fading from her eyes but still present. "I expect to know some things in the mean time Eliza...and you know what I mean" She said. Honestly even Sybil didn't know what she expected to hear from Eliza. Maybe some explanation as to why she had the last name Spencer instead of using Gansey, and why she had lied and....other things she would think of on the way to the infirmary. When William spoke again she turned her gaze to him and scowled. "You're about as useful as a bag of ro-" Sybil began but she didn't get to finish her insult. For when William Gansey began to faint, he tipped forward. And Sybil let out a mixture of a few curses and a squeak when she had to catch him from falling face first into the carpet. "You aren't useful at all!!" Sybil said and frowned, her cheeks puffing out a bit as a way to control her own insults she wanted to spit at him. How he had winked at her was not appreciated for that only made her cheeks feel hot. She handed him off to Morgan and Rose and John, knowing if she were to take him to the infirmary there would be a lot her bashing his head against stuff for the heck of it.
"Trying to crush me you aren't useful in the slightest!" Sybil mumbled as she watched the three people work to get the knocked out William Gansey to the infirmary. She was in no way explaining this to Remus. No way. But she did march ahead of them to the infirmary, letting out a few curses as she thought about how she would slap this man around even if Benny had to drag him off. Stupid, smug, idiotic......
Dumb good for nothing William Gansey
Remus turned his head slightly to look at Lenore when he felt contact, his body stopped its movement for a split second before he relaxed at her words. "Good...." He murmured and smiled slgihtly, looking at her for a moment longer before clearing his throat and shifting his body on the bed. "So yeah good to hear, yes. You won't be too close to the fight. You'll stay with me, don't want us to get ripped to shreds by some hungry mutts now do we?" He said, wondering if she could see right through him again. See right through his walls that he had set up and had plastered around for a safe guard. He wondered if...she could see right to the core that behind that cruel façade and that calm demeanor that he was....really....
He didn't get to finish that thought for Benny cleared his throat, looking at the two with a smug smile. "You shut up Bearded Lenore" Remus said, causing the larger man to actually smile and chuckle low in his chest. Which in turn caused Remus to chuckle softly as well, a smile quirking up to his mouth. He opened his mouth to speak, probably babble about something not important, but the door to the infirmary opened. One of the helping boys was looking a little dazed as he looked to Remus and behind him again. Remus could hear faint cursing and....it sounded like thumping. What the heck were they all doing? Dancing poker? He told them that wasn't allowed anymore it was dangerous ....and bad for the tables! Remus looked up as the door opened, one of the Raven help boys was looking startled, looking back toward the gambling hall before looking to Remus then to Lenore, and even to Benny as if he didn't know what to say. But Remus raised his eyebrows at him, waving his hand slightly as to encourage the boy to speak. "Out with it....."
"Remus ah...Um...Morgan and Sybil they....William is...." the helping boy try to spit out but instead he just flinched back at a small yet female snap. Remus narrowed his eyes and slowly stood up as he listened to the barking and snapping.
Remus tipped his head to the side just a bit like a confused dog, watching as the boy scurried away and the door to the infirmary was left wide open. William? As in William Gansey? What was he doing here and why did Sybil sound so...annoyed? The only time he had heard her use that sort of tone of voice was when she was holding a object above her head and expected her to jump around and catch it like a rabbit. "William Gansey?" Benny asked after a moment, just as confused. Remus glanced toward Lenore once before looking back to the door, half expecting Sybil to come in her trying to beat William Gansey over the head with a pistol or trying to choke him with a pool stick. All in all he expected a really small blonde girl to be trying to beat up a larger man. Like a small dog he was telling you. But instead he was met with Morgan, Rose, and John carrying in a knocked out William Gansey with Sybil leading the march, who was cursing under her breath again and again. "Big lug can't do anything but cause trouble, should shave his dumb head and paint it pink" She grumbled, ignoring Lenore and Remus's gazes as she went to stand off to the side, watching at the three lowered Gansey onto the bed. Benny was shocked, Remus was stunned and just stood there with a dumb look on his face. His eyes saying The heck is he doing here?
Sybil just shrugged and looked down at her feet, kicking at some cut up bandage that had been left on the floor. "Um why is he-"
"I'm not explaining! Don't even ask me to" Sybil grumbled from where she was, glaring at William Gansye like she could light him on fire if she stared long enough. Remus nodded and just stood there, looking at the only other person he would be willing to hear anything from. "Morgan?...Why is William Gansey....in the infirmary?" Remus asked, with that sort of tone your mother would give you. All nice sounding and understanding before going off into a rage that would make the devil scarred.
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 2, 2016 12:58:09 GMT -5
( yus yus computers are amazing cx
hashtag wills fault and omg i'm sorry if this reply is bad like aaaa it's 3am here and i should probably go cause i'm tired ;3; i'll refine the reply tomorrow when i have the chance but just bear with this one for now ;c; )
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Lenore felt the tension in Remus’ muscles relax at her words, and she glanced around as well, meeting his turquoise eyes for a split second with her own. “It would be nice if we can live to see tomorrow without being torn to shreds,” she agreed with his words with her lips tugging the slightest bit and allowed her head to rest against her elbow, which rested against her knee that was tucked in towards her chest. She felt herself chuckle at the name which Remus called Benny, just after he’d cleared his throat and glanced in their direction rather smugly. She heard Remus chuckle, too, and tilted her head to the side without looking at him, since her head was facing away from his back. Both of them, she realized, sounded genuine, and it made the situation all the more valuable. It was a rare moment where the three of them weren’t stuck in a situation that required one of them to be nearly dying or bleeding or with other organisations after their tails. And for that, she felt… thankful. How could she not when they were so used to fighting and avoiding ambushes and living a life on the edge where one push would send them hurling down into an abyss they would not be able to crawl back out of?
But the moment shattered the second she caught the sound of faint curses streaming in through the doors along with the other strange noises accompanied by it and…. well, the opening of the door. She turned her head so that she could watch the frantic Raven boy with a sidelong glance, her gaze steady upon his small and nervous movements. He stuttered a few times, stumbling over his own words before he flinched away by the voice of someone snapping. A very familiar voice at that, too.
Gansey? She wondered, thinking back to one of the names the boy had spoken. There was only one William that the Ravens would be so alerted about, and that could only lead to the pompous Rockshire prince. So… exactly what was he doing here? Had he called his whole gang to come to the Ravens to cause an all-out brawl? Her expression remained the same, though the smile faded away, leaving her alert and watchful of the doors as the cursing became louder and louder. She heard Benny repeat her thoughts, and could tell that Remus was just as confused to as why William would be here by the look he threw over at her.
As expected of anyone to do at that moment, she stared at the individuals who entered while hauling an unconscious William into one of the beds, as well as Sybil who swore some more. Truth to be told, Lenore felt… well, simply said, she didn’t feel too surprised as much as she would have liked to. Perhaps it was because the turn of events had been so abrupt, and it had been so unexpected. But then again, the disappearance of the necklace had been even more unexpected than this. The only thing that did catch her off guard, however, was the way how he currently was. He looked battered and beaten and pale in the face, and it left her wondering what on Earth the man could’ve gone through.
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Morgan knew that voice Remus used. In fact, he knew that voice too well.
They’d hauled Gansey up to the infirmary where they’d passed millions and millions of questioning eyes. He’d silently looked back at all of them, telling them to return to their own businesses and to not speak about the matters at hand or to spread it. He doubted that some of the Ravens would listen, though most would remain quiet until they forgot his reminder to keep their traps tightly closed.
When he’d gradually approached the infirmary, he’d felt the dread he’d felt the day before return to his system. What would they do? They had Eliza with them, and sure, because she’d been just a mysterious girl. Someone who they could recruit if they really had to, if desperate measures had called for it. No one had known who she was, and it made her an easy identity to cover up, to smoothen out amongst their ranks. But William Gansey? This was the Rockshire prince many of the Ravens despised and would gladly decapitate. And Eliza, apparently, was his sister. That made two Ganseys underneath their roof. Now things would almost be impossible to conceal, and their appearance within their residence probably made them a bigger target for their enemies who would be watching their every move and would be waiting to pounce.
His eyes travelled over towards Lenore, who looked calm, but had a slight look of surprise in her gaze. He remembered that she’d been ushered into the carriage and her vision had been nebulous, so she probably had been the only member at the time who hadn’t seen William’s little ‘sacrifice’ for them. He was surprised that she could look so composed even as he knew that her mind was probably clicking away, wondering what in the name of London he was doing here.
His gaze then moved to Benny’s, regarding the much, much larger man with his red-golden eyes. The bearded man looked incredibly ruffled at the sight, and he couldn’t blame him either. And Remus — oh dear goodness, Remus. He shifted his gaze away from the piercing turquoise orbs that seemed to stare right through himself. He really wasn't sure how to explain this situation correctly. What could he say when he had no idea either? He didn't know why the prince of Rockshire was on their infirmary bed, knocked out blissfully into who-knows-where. “Because he’s… hurt…?”
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 2, 2016 13:41:59 GMT -5
[[ ahhh sybil. tipsy giraffe cx that’s perfect
eliza doesn’t even notice tho like, bro, why you even here?
I’mma get in another short reply before I have to go
misc go to sleep ]]
Eliza wanted to die from embarrassment as her brother winked at Sybil—and then proceeded to faint no less. She ducked her head, restraining from breaking into a chorus of apologies on behalf of her brother. Sybil’s face had gone red, and she was pretty sure it wasn’t a blush. Oh man, was she angry. She’d understood that the girl disliked Will, but she hadn’t quite thought it was like this. It was like the girl’s composure had flown out the window, like she could barely hold herself back from punching him in the face. Eliza wouldn’t stop her—although from the looks of it that had already been done. Repeatedly.
On the upside… The other girl had said she would talk to Eliza later. That meant something, right? They weren’t throwing her out into the streets without giving her a moment to explain. Eliza didn’t feel like she ought to have to explain herself—how was she supposed to expect they'd react if she'd just waltzed in and said she was Eliza Gansey, like it was no big deal?—but she had lied. And for that lie… Well, she'd give them her reasoning. Because in the brief time she'd known Morgan and Sybil (Remus and Lenore, too, though she'd spoken to them less) she'd felt like the kind of people she could be friends with. Maybe that was stupid; could she really stay friends with people from the Black Ravens after she'd left? She shouldn't be associating herself with them more than she had to.
Morgan… Morgan she wasn't sure about. He hadn't seemed as angry as Sybil, but he'd looked away when she'd tried to make eye contact with him before. He was a quieter person, Eliza knew. Gentler. But maybe he was just saving his anger for when there were less people around. She hoped not—he'd been so kind before. She thought back to the night before, when he'd taken her hand and led her to her room. Would he have done that if he'd known she was Will's sister? Yes, she thought as he gave her the tiniest of smiles, calling to the two other Ravens for help carry Will to the infirmary. I think he would have. For anyone.
Eliza followed after the other Ravens as they hauled her brother to the infirmary. Because really, what else was she to do? She was responsible - in part - for his being there, and everyone she knew in this place was either in or en route to the infirmary. And so she followed along cautiously, a silent contrast to Sybil’s fuming and cursing at the front of their odd little parade.
They burst into the infirmary, Sybil doing her angry thing and Morgan and the other two laying Will down on the bed. Remus and Lenore were both there, obviously not having heard anything about the situation. Had Remus been down here visiting her this whole time? Eliza wondered if there was something between the two—she'd picked up on it a little the night before. But perhaps she was reading things entirely wrong. Eliza stood off to the side, unsure of where she fit into this whole picture as usual.
She sighed as she realized Morgan had no idea how to explain this. And really, he shouldn't have to. Eliza cleared her throat, steeling herself. ”Because my brother is an idiot,” she replied, aware that she now had to keep going, because Remus and Lenore and whoever the big-bearded guy was weren't there for Will's little spectacle. She gestured to the lanky boy passed out on the bed. ”Yes, that one. And before you ask, no, I'm not a part of the Rockshires. Search me for tattoos if you'd like; I wouldn't put their mark on my skin if it cost me my life.”
“I don't know why he's here—before last night we hadn't spoken in a few months. But he has a knack for making stupid decisions. Like picking fights at La Selina.” She said, pausing for a moment. Eliza swallowed, looking at Sybil, then Morgan, then Remus and Lenore. ”I am sorry that I lied about my name.” She was honestly. She didn't think she had to justify why she'd done it, but she did feel the need to apologize. ”You're all welcome to punch him, by the way. I wouldn't stop you.”
The unconscious Will let out a groan just then, starting to come to. Eliza looked over at her brother, biting her lip. He took a deep breath, which pained him judging by the way he winced. ”Touché, Elizabeth.” He croaked. He blinked open his eyes wincing again. Beake, it seemed, cared a lot less about his punishments being visible. In fact, Beake had probably wanted to make an example of him. Will looked around the room blearily. ”Man, it's a party in here.”
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 2, 2016 14:18:49 GMT -5
[ go get some sleep Misc o3o you gots to sleep ] [ will why you gotta ruin everything. Just become Swible and all will be kind of forgiven. BETTER NOT MESS WITH MOGZILA ] [ la computers. So happy for computers. Thank you lord for computers ;c; ] [ eliza come on pay attention ohgerjus ]
Remus raised his eyebrows and smiled at Morgan when he uttered those words. "Oh because he's hurt! Of course! That explains everything!" Remus said and laughed softly, looking to Lenore and raised his eyebrows and chuckled. But when he looked to Morgan again he was frowning and his eyes were blazing with renewed frustration. "Of course that explains why the bloody Prince of the Rockshires is in the La Selina infirmary! Because he's bloody hurt!" Remus said, his voice raising just a bit, but not to a yell.
Not yet.
"Why in the name of the Queen and all of bloody London is he doing here?! Why is a Rockshire in this room?! Right before the day of our brawl?!" Remus said, his voice rising just a bit but not to a full out yell. He was looking from Morgan to Sybil and whoever he could so he could set those burning blue eyes on them. Sybil's eyes were turned away, her arms crossed over her chest before she sat down on the bed next to the knocked out prince. "How are we suppose to know?" She mumbled making the frustrated sounds and grunts from Remus increase until he had to lock his fingers behind his neck and look away from them. He had to force himself for one to not slap Morgan for that response. Because he's hurt, oh yes that said a lot! Remus released a long sigh and slowly smoothed down the front of his coat as he regained his composure. Remus looked to Eliza when she decided to speak, stopping Remus from questioning them about how the heck he came to be here. His gaze softened slightly when she started to explain, letting out a second sigh that sounded softer and less harsh then the last one. Well this was....a surprise. Two Gansey's in the infirmary. One was beaten to a pulp and Remus would like to see outside instead but the other was....just a girl that had a bad streak of being stuck with horrible family ties.
"Eliza don't....don't worry about your lie. If I were you, and I was related to that I would lie about my name as well" He said and sighed once more. A lot of sighing going on. Sybil watched Eliza, tapping her foot on the ground before looking away. Right well....she guessed that did make sense. It wouldn't really settle well if they had come back and Remus had told Dante about Eliza. If that were to happen things would have ended much differently then just Remus being branded. But it seemed branding as a act of punishment was a trend these days considering William. He did look like a bruised apple, all purple and swollen. Blood speckled here and there. The Rockshires were the complete opposite of the Black Ravens. They liked showing off she guessed, showing everyone that if you messed up you got beaten up badly. And considering what Will did she was surprised he wasn't half dead and missing some teeth. She looked back to Eliza about the whole punching thing and timidly raised her hand. "Could...Could I go first I mean I could get my brass knuckles and everything...." She said and only shrugged when Remus shot her a look.
Of course she really wanted to punch Will when he began to wake up, looking over at him and scowling. "I liked it better when you were out cold" She grumbled. Remus heaved a sigh and gestured to Benny then to Will. "Go ahead and patch the sorry sack of skin up...I don't want him dying here and haunting us" Remus muttered. Benny only scowled before yanking out roles and roles of bandages, plus a already full syringe of pain medicine. "Things I do for this group I swear...." Benny grumbled as he walked over to the man and began addressing the serious wounds first. He took cotton swabs and used the one pitcher of water they had to wet them down. Sybil watched silently, hoping that Benny could maybe....dislocate the guys shoulder just a bit? She shifted on the bed and huffed, her cheeks puffing out yet again as a way to hide her sling of curses that danced on the tip of her tongue. She watched Benny wipe away the blood from Williams face, and slap on bandages ( at some point he did kind of slap them on ) and all the while Remus began to what? Maybe guess? Oh?
Remus began to pace! Yes! Ding ding! Winner winner chicken dinner!
She could guess on how he was thinking. About how he would either have to hide both the Gansey's now from Dante, hide the fact William Gansey aka Prince of Rockshire from the Black Raven boss. Or he could go up there right now and tell him about how they were nursing the injured man back to health. Either way the man was bound to hear about it. Remus could feel his own shock of nerves dance up his spine and he didn't know if it was fear or anger that he had to go crawling back to that man. Once more having to take punishment for his lack of attention and for being so soft. He didn't want to....maybe he didn't need to? He could send out a little note that if everyone kept their traps shut they would get a raise in their pay. He could use their greed for silence. He ran his hand down his face and looked toward William again.
He couldn't leave the man here by himself either....he had to go and make the rounds of the announcement before the night starts. Before everyone could spread their little rumors and gossip about. "Benny maybe you can do something about his face....make it so he's ugly" Sybil muttered from where she sat, watching as Benny wrapped bandages around any injured area he could find. Using the syringe to give small doses of pain medicine to the man. For a big, tall and hulking man Benny was surprisingly gentle. He was a big old teddy bear in her opinion. "What time is it anyway?" he muttered as he glanced outside, seeing as the sun had dimmed behind a bank of dark gray clouds. He could catch a waft of rain in the air most likely from some open window. "We open doors at....and we still....I could" Remus said as he began mumbling to himself, slipping both hands into his pockets as to stop them from fumbling around with the buttons.
"If he got any blood on the carpet maybe we could use it as like an attraction. 'Here is the blood from the Rat prince William Gansey'" Sybil said, smiling at the thought. "You better hope he didn't blood on that carpet" Remus muttered.
"But the carpet is red anyway"
"And Blood stains are darker, so you better hope he didn't"
Sybil could only pout before looking away, fumbling with the cuff of her black blouse. She would like to see something like that....but she would much rather punch William herself so.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 2, 2016 14:21:12 GMT -5
[ Btdubs I finished drawing the rough sketches and thoughts you would like to see them o3o I'm sorry if some look odd I didn't know how their hair should be and Will's hair made me upset ;c; I had to post it on DA so it's there too ;v; ]
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 2, 2016 16:47:20 GMT -5
[[ ooh I love them. so cute sybil looks far too happy considering she's beside will jk it's lovely
also I can now see the page numbers so that's a plus
only home for like 15 mins so I'll reply when I get back ]]
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 2, 2016 17:02:14 GMT -5
[ Lol thank you. Will's hair actually messed me up the most, I was tempted to make him bald ;3; ] [ maybe she's delirious ] [ Okie dokie c: ]
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 2, 2016 18:36:33 GMT -5
[[ oh my. will likes his hair too much. he would not be a happy little gangster if his head got shaved cx
probably xD I'll start my reply soon. back on mobile though so I'll be slow ]]
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 2, 2016 18:53:53 GMT -5
[ Most likely she's crazy ] [ I'm gonna do that now ahahahaha >:v ] [ OKie dokie. take your time, may your fingers not hurt from typing on the screen ]
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write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 2, 2016 20:38:46 GMT -5
[[ oh no. will would probably cry though honestly.
it's okay will likes it cx
hmm remus… who should you leave in charge of watching will? *cough cough* sybil *cough cough* ]]
Eliza blinked, entirely surprised by Remus’s reaction to what she'd said. Of any of them - excluding maybe Sybil - he was the one she'd least expected to be understanding of her situation. He had been friendly, yes, but he was also eclectic, eccentric, a leader among the Ravens. His… Out-there personality was quite honestly kind of intimidating. He was entirely unpredictable. Then again, she reminded herself, how well did she really know any of these people? They'd met the night before, and within the time that she'd known them they hadn't done all that much talking. But in any case, she was grateful for Remus’s understanding. It wasn't just the shame that had caused her to lie, not wanting to be associated with his bad rep. She just… hadn't wanted any more drama than she'd already brought about. And Eliza had figured she'd be out of here long before it would end up mattering. Clearly she'd been wrong. Why did you have to show up, Will? She'd been fine without him, just as she had been for years.
Will, meanwhile, regarded the small human sitting at the end of his bed with some curiosity. She was certainly… animated. She expressed her emotions boldly it seemed. At least when he'd seen her, and he'd only ever really seen her when she was angry. Even now, as he was just coming to, she scowled at him. Will stared back, his thoughts still feeling a little foggy. ”I think I liked it better, too.” He admitted, trying to blink away the bleariness.
Will sat still as a big bearded man came over and patched him up. He cleaned out the cuts gently, methodically and Will thought the man had probably done this before. He must be the one in charge of their infirmary then, which was where he guessed he was. The man cleaned the blood from Will’s face and then wrapped up what needed to be wrapped up in bandages. This part was a little rough - he couldn't help but let out a quiet curse one time as the man slapped on one of the bandages. At least he'd also brought a syringe of some sort of painkiller, and as he administered it, he slipped into a delightful sort of numbness. He hoped, in a slightly blurry, dopey sort of way, that the man didn't take Will's shirt off. That was… he didn't want people to see that. He looked alright - haha, very funny given his current appearance - when he was dressed, covered up, but underneath… a hint of black lines peeked out from where his shirt was not completely buttoned, but that was as much as he'd let anyone see.
Will's gaze flicked back over to Sybil as she spoke, words muttered. Drearily, he smiled at her. ”So you do think I'm pretty,” he said, words slurring from the pain medication. Well, she'd only really said he wasn't ugly, but that still counted for something, didn't it? And well, he was well aware of the fact he was considered by many to be good-looking; he took a fair bit of pride in that fact, even. Maybe more than a fair bit. Actually, Will was rather vain, a fact that was fairly commonly known about him (People did have a habit of lingering on his lesser qualities, didn't they?). Sybil wasn't unattractive herself, he noted vaguely, despite her rather untraditional style, with her blonde hair cropped short and dressed in pants and a shirt rather than a dress. No, perhaps because of it. She was interesting to look at, he'd give her that.
Will’s green eyes - so alike to his sister's, as they'd both taken very much after their mother in appearance - sought out Eliza. The girl was still looking at him, also scowling. Why was everyone scowling at him? Even the man who'd taken care of him had scowled at him. Will scowled too, but he was scowling at the exchange between Remus and Sybil, not himself. ”Elizabeth, what are you still doing here?” He asked, trying and only half succeeding to put on his big brother voice in his hazy state. ”You don't want to… get involved with this kind of thing.” He thought of the dark lines covering his back, branding him.
Too late, Eliza thought, still scowling at her brother. ”It's a little late for that, Will.” She replied, voicing her thoughts. He must not have heard the news, what the Crestles had demanded in the hours since they'd returned from the party. ”The Crestles currently want my head, and the Dragons and Rocks are probably sure to follow. They think-” She broke off, shaking her head in exasperation. ”You know, I really don't feel like speaking with you right now, Will.” Eliza said. She glanced from face to face around the room, looking for some excuse to make an exit. Who would my brother least want me to spend with…? Remus probably, as he would be by far the most well known. But he was also probably busy.
Her eyes set on Morgan, and she shot him a smile. ”Morgan, what do you say about giving me that tour you promised earlier?” Eliza asked, hoping that he wouldn't call her out on her lie. They most certainly had not spoken of a tour earlier, but she prayed he'd go with it the way he had at the party. Just help me, her eyes pleaded. He didn't actually need to give her a tour just… get her away from her brother. So she could think for a moment. Hopefully he'd understand.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 2, 2016 21:31:15 GMT -5
[ Hmmmm I wonder *HACK HACK YES I AGREE SYBIL HACK HACK* ] [ so does Sybil probably lol ] [ let him cry bwahaha >:U ]
"Benny just put in more until he shuts up" Sybil mumbled as she looked at Will, tipping her head to the side a bit before looking away. The heck he think he is. She hopes he just drops into some ditzy dream state and drools all over himself like a baby. She scowled the whole time as Benny worked to the best of his advantages with what Bandages he had. At the next comment William made she blushed slightly and shot a glare towards Will. "Drop dead Will, you're about as pretty as the bottom of my boot" she snarled at him, tempted to break his toes from where she sat. She hated the way his eyes lingered on her, and she hated the way he was just there. Yeah she didn't say he was pretty because as much as she disliked Gansey she won't disagree that he was....good to look at. She won't admit it, no matter how much you edge her on she wouldn't. He just had that look with the curly blonde hair and....and nothing else! The thought made her cheeks grow hotter and she sat there curling her fingers into the bed sheets. She hated Gansey. She only wanted to kick him again and again. Nothing more.
When the siblings spoke however was when Sybil snapped out of her state of insults and fuming anger to listen in. She only smiled the tiniest bit when Eliza seemed to shut out William from the so called big brother act he was pulling. And instead did what any little sister would do, annoy her brother to the farest point. Sybil couldn't help but look to Morgan and Eliza and raise her eyebrows slightly while stifling the memory of the fake flower crown and hand holding. If it weren't for the situation she would have easily opened up and teased the both of them for a good laugh. But given that Will was right there she held her tongue and instead hoped Morgan didn't refuse. It would only mean she had more material to tease them on for tomorrow, for it would be a long ride to the Hound races.
Remus didn't give a flying hoot about whatever was going on, instead he kept glancing outside through the windows, a twitch coming to his eyes when he listened to the arguing behind him. This was no attitude for tonight. He didn't have the time to deal with the negative energy that came off Eliza or Sybil for having William here and the fact he would have to send a harsh note around the group to keep this a secret only egged him on. He looked back at the group and sighed before looking to Benny. "Are you going to be watching this one tonight?" He asked. Benny looked up from where he was, trying to shift some bandages under the shirt that William had up by snapping open a few buttons. Benny didn't care if you had a tattoo of your grandmother on your chest, if you were hurt he was gonna do his job. His motto: I don't give a flying hoot about your feelings
"No, I'm going to be working on the pit down below. Got myself a match I can't miss, Edward can't cover the shift tonight because he's got himself a hot date" Benny grumbled, shifting around as he plunged the last bit of the medicine into William -- a rather large amount but enough to keep the pain at bay for a while. He was running low on the stuff now a days. "So someone will have to stay and watch him" Remus said, looking over to the group and his eyes landed on one person.
"Ah bloody hella no" Sybil said, shaking her head as she looked at Remus who looked right on back. "I am not -- I refuse!" She said, but Remus just shook his head. "Your attitude will put a foul taint on the mood tonight. We need people happy and happy people spend money. Sad people don't spend money and just mope around" he said, seeing the anger flash in her eyes. Or more like a annoying wave washing over two gray orbs. "But....I open for the entertainment tonight. And I am suppose to work the card tables!" She argued. Surely Remus wouldn't stick her here if she had work to be done.
"I can get Lilly or Hailey to work the tables, you can stay here with your new friend" Remus said as he looked outside once more. "But Lenore will be here!" Sybil insisted.
"Lenore is bed ridden Sybil. Just watch over William and make sure he doesn't scream or die"
"I...but" Sybil felt her voice flatten when Remus lifted an eyebrow. She then scowled and looked down at her boots, reaching up to roll up her sleeves of the blouse she wore. "Fine.... I'll watch the rat" She grumbled. She didn't want to watch over him. And she was ten times positive that William wouldn't want her here either. "Good Sybil. Now if I come here tonight and see him dead I'm taking it out of your pay check" He said and smiled at her like that could fix everything. She just growled and fumbling with a loose thread on her vest.
"What if he gets all whiny like a big baby about the pain?" She grumbled, looking over at William. She watched as Benny plastered on bandages, spotting the smallest hint of black lines on the princes skin. She raised one eyebrow just barely and looked away again. None of her business really. "Just stick him full of this stuff in the cabinet. Not a lot though don't need him getting loopy and conking out for days" Benny said as he shifted his weight so he could stand, stretching his old back. "He's full of the stuff at the moment so he should be good for a while. There's no need to worry Sybil" Benny said as she tensed a bit at the sight of the needle. She nodded, still fumbling with the loose thread nervously. "Can he walk or anything?" She said but the man shook his head. "He can sit up, roll over -- play dead -- but he can't walk just yet. He needs a nights rest before getting up and moving" The medic responded. Good. So that means if he angered her she could beat him senseless and he couldn't run away.
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 3, 2016 5:59:30 GMT -5
( i fell asleep, had a long day, and now i’m back on my computer hehe cx
poor will though… lol mogzila XD
i can’t live without my computer honestly i’m addicted to writing and the tube of yous
OMG IT’S BEAUTIFUL ;w; that’s amazing art bee. oh my goodness i love it so much *runs to hang it up on wall* the ship is sailing C”x i’m looking forward to see will and sybil in action cause omg all the ships are adorbs and they're all probably gonna kick butt )
After he had placed William Gansey onto the bed, Morgan looked over in Eliza’s direction when she apologized about hiding her name. He caught her eyes for a brief moment before she turned to look at Remus. Had she read his thoughts earlier? The wonderment dwelt with him for a while as he sorted out the situation piece by piece in his head. His head seemed to be a fuzz of entangled threads, though that didn’t stop him from keeping his judgement. To his perception, it hadn’t all been Eliza’s fault for hiding her name. Who wouldn’t have, anyway, if they had been in her shoes? It wasn’t exactly like she’d done anything wrong in particular, either. She’d been around the Ravens at the wrong time, at the wrong place, and she’d been hauled in the mess by the Crestles’ idiotic behavior. And she hadn’t escaped or turned over any information to the other organizations. So what exactly was she apologizing for? Just for the sake of it, he assumed. He had felt grateful when she’d spoken up next to him, covering the lack of explanation he provided due to how clueless he was about William Gansey’s sudden emergence in their residence. He raked a hand through his silvery hair, with his gloved hand resting upon his waist. Before, he’d felt nothing but confusion and puzzlement, but as he thought more and more about it during the small migration of William Gansey, he could confirm for certain that he wasn’t, indeed, angry at all at Eliza, though he couldn’t say the same for the others. There were times when even his eyes couldn’t see through Remus or Lenore or Benny, the more older and experienced Ravens. He was about to speak when he heard William’s voice, and Remus’ raised voice.
Morgan flinched. The expression Remus wore had never been directly been aimed at him before. The blazing turquoise eyes that churned with surging anger had never been turned towards him, stunning every part of himself with icy pellets. Remus looked ready to strike him across the face. And much to Morgan consternation, he saw the unnerving pair of cold blue eyes and heard a mirthless laughter that mocked the effort of life. He took a step back with his shoulders tensing, and his breath hitched in his throat.
“Morgan.”
An odd sense of numbness seemed to leak throughout his veins, numbing the tips of his fingers and even to the end of his feet, and most of the other conversation that went around himself seemed to become static, sounding inhuman — like those laughs. Not again. No, no, no, not again. He had crawled through fire to escape that hideous woman. He remembered a frightening wave of agony because he had not been able not see what sort of mortal harm was being done to his body, small and vulnerable from so much youth. He remembered that same boy who feared that his spine would snap as he was wrenched out of shape while he heard his named being screamed, begging him for his powerless aid. Why was she here?
“Morgan.”
At that moment, everything cleared, leaving him frozen in the spot with his heart pounding against his ribcage and his widened red-golden eyes turning to the individual who had hauled him out of his nightmare. He found himself staring into the dark eyes of Lenore, whose composed gaze did not falter, remaining steady. She seemed to be calming him down, he realized, as he noticed that Eliza was watching him expectantly, almost with pleading eyes as if asking him for something. He forced himself to take in a long, quiet breath, and much to his relief, his rapidly beating heart seemed to slow down. He hadn’t been breathing before, he’d realized when he drew in air and desperately tried to conjure the question Eliza might have asked.
“Why don’t you go and show Eliza around the residence as you promised?” He then heard Lenore’s voice as she spoke a little more slowly than usual, and glanced back at Eliza. Promise…? He felt puzzled in the midst of the unsettling numbness that had seemed to take over his mind. He didn’t remember making any promises for the past day, but…. from the looks of it, it seemed like Eliza was making an excuse to make an exit, not actually asking him to guide her around. His eyes turned to her once again, and caught sight of the look in her gaze that seemed to be asking for his aid. It was similar to the eyes she had made back when he had first met her in the chambers, when they had been facing off the two crazy duo of the Crestles. When she'd silently asked him to help her. With the intake of a shaky breath, he forced the corners of his lips to tug up into a weak smile. “I’d be glad to.” Swiveling around after indicating the doors to the infirmary with his eyes, he held the door for her, waiting. "I don't think that you've seen the dining hall just yet... perhaps we could go there first."
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 3, 2016 9:06:15 GMT -5
[[ oh my, this will (haha, get it) be disastrous swible swible in action though is honestly like 80% them hating each other, 15% like wanting to one-up the other with witty comebacks and 5% finding the other person attractive. y’know. for now. ]]
To Eliza's words, Morgan didn't respond. She waited, watched, but he looked blank, as though he weren't really there at the moment. He eyes looked far, far away, and she realized with a pang that he wasn't breathing - at least, it didn't look like he was. What was going on? She stood frozen, her question, her lie, hanging in open air as Morgan remained silent. Then Lenore was speaking to him, her voice low and softer than usual, and the boy she recognized started to reappear. He was breathing, at least. Eliza watched as an expression of puzzlement flashed in his eyes, but then he smiled, weaker than usual but still a smile. Relief washed over her.
Eliza beamed at him - Will wasn't the only Gansey who knew how to smile, and hers had the same punch of dimples and straight teeth (and just a hint of flirtation, compared to her brother's, just to annoy said brother) - as he went to open the door for her. It certainly wasn't her usual smile, which consisted of a shy curl of the lips, but she also didn't feel entirely like her usual self today. ”Thank you, Morgan,” she replied as she passed. ”That sounds lovely.” Whatever efforts Eliza was making to irritate Will, they seemed to be working, or at least working as much as they could while the boy in question was half numb from pain killers. He was frowning, a furrow between his brows, as he watched the two of them leave. He remembered the nearly white-haired boy from the party - pulling his sister along behind him as they fled. If you try anything, his stare warned, though he wasn't exactly sure what he'd do. Definitely skip out on his bed rest to go pay this boy a visit, even if he probably wasn't in fighting shape at the moment.
Eliza held that smile until they were safely out in the hall, the door closed behind them. Her expression fell, slipping back to her usual one; keen, a little guarded, but with a certain softness in her eye. ”Sorry to use you like that,” she murmured, turning back to face him. “I just needed to get away. My brother is… a piece of work. Anyway, you didn't promise me a tour, so don't feel like you have to. I'll just…” Eliza trailed off. She didn't know what she was going to do now. Maybe she'd go back to that room and read… But maybe Sybil wouldn't want her reading those books anymore. She just didn't know. Eliza sighed.
Her eyes lifted to look at Morgan, studying his face for a moment as she recalled his odd spell back in the infirmary. He had such unusual eyes, she thought. They reminded her of molten coals, a warm fire at Christmas time. She thought maybe he did fit that time of year well, with his hair pale like snow. “Morgan, are you… are you alright?” Eliza questioned softly. She didn't specify any details, giving him the option to brush her off without having to explain himself. It was genuine concern that made her ask, but she honestly did want to know. The same curiosity that had tugged at her the night before tugging at her now.
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Will largely ignored the conversation about who was going to watch him. It was unsurprising, that they'd give him a guard. They had brought a member of an enemy gang deep into the heart of their own home - well, actually, he wasn't sure about where he stood with the Rockshires currently. But he was definitely untrustworthy. Although, he wasn't sure what they expected him to be able to do in his state. He half suspected the reason the bearded man had given him so much medicine was precisely so that he couldn't move. Or do much of anything, really. His head felt like it was full of those cotton swabs Bearded-Man had used to clean out his cuts with. Will tipped his head back, closing his eyes, vaguely listening. It wasn't until he heard a certain voice blatantly protesting that he opened his eyes. He looked down the bed at the little blonde thing sputtering her protests. Protesting…
He blinked, eyes widening a fraction as he realized that they meant she was going to be the one watching him. Well. That did seem like a quick and efficient way of getting him killed. His head slumped back against the pillow. ”You're always welcome to entertain me,” Will muttered under his breath, this words slipping out without entirely having his permission. He really ought to learn to hold his tongue, particularly around her (because it was especially difficult when dealing with this tiny blonde menace, it seemed). He prayed his death would be quick, because he was really asking for it, now. Surprisingly, he managed to keep quiet for the rest of their conversation, though a few would-be - unappreciated comments did run through his head. His gaze flicked between the people remaining in the room, happening to catch Sybil’s eye as her own eyes travelled down to his chest. He moved his arms abruptly, trying to snap closed the buttons of his shirt with clumsy fingers, his eyes averted. He gave up, hands to wobbly, and settled for pulling it closed the best he could. A faint bit of colour tinged Will's cheeks, and it wasn't a blush. No, Will's cheeks were pink with something akin to shame.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 3, 2016 9:43:03 GMT -5
[ yayyyy computer owo ] [ thank you. I want to color it but I don't know what colors to use. HMMM ] [ swibleeeeee. Bring on the Swible. I wanna see Morgzila. Cause MORGZILAAA. they have best ship name. And Lemur. THE SHIPS ] [ BEARDED MAN BENNY ] [ for now hehehehehehehehe ]
Remus didn't Morgan's sudden change in his mood, he didn't take not of how dazed Morgan became after Remus's little outburst. Even with everything going on, Remus was still a business man at heart. And if there was one thing he hated doing was opening doors late, having a short amount of poker chips, someone stealing the poker balls and using them to juggle. He hated being late, late, late. He kept glancing outside and shifting around while the other two left the room. "I think I might go and see how everything is going, we might need to open earlier then I thought..." Remus said, letting out a long sigh and looked to Lenore before grinning slightly. "If you need anything just send someone to me. I need to get things covered before tonight" He said. Just like that he snapped from the comforting and social side to the business man side that cared about how this place looked and how much they brought it. "Benny if you are going to be doing the pits tonight could you maybe go and see the line up, I don't want things to be delayed" Remus said to the man as he began to walk out. "Oh and Sybil..." Remus said and looked to Sybil who was pouting on the edge of the bed. "Do try and be a good hostess" Remus continued with a smile. Sybil growled and yanked off her boot and tossed it to where Remus was, but it hit the wall beside him with a hard smack! Remus smirked at the girl before bowing slightly. "Have fun" were the last things Remus said before breezing out of the room and off to more important things.
Of course he had a little fun teasing Sybil, but now he had to get things done and over with. Starting with the fact of hiding the Gansey secret here. The only people he would want to know about it is himself, Morgan, Sybil, Lenore and Benny. Only those people could know and no one else. So Remus buzzed right to his office and scribbled out notes on who knows how many pieces of papers before buzzing right on back out to toss them about to whoever passed him by. He was a time crunch here people and couldn't bother with the others who got in his way. That and he had to make sure things were ready for the brawl tomorrow and that they had the hounds and....ahhh so much to get done.
The Gambling hall was already being set up for tonight, Raven boys were cleaning off tables and sorting out cards, some were setting the stage up for the entertainment and others were slinking down behind a thick set of red curtains to the pits below the stage. While Remus had to go to every single gossip man and woman he could find. He had to threaten some if they talked, heck he was sure he even passed Morgan and Eliza once or twice but was too busy either talking to someone to care. This was what Remus would normally be doing. Where Dante didn't seem to care anymore about his gambling hall, Remus did. Remus picked up the slack and made sure people did what they were suppose to do on time.
He didn't care if Sybil didn't like the Gansey boy, he just needed someone he knew that would watch out for him. For he wasn't scared that William Gansey would get up and make a move against them. He was scared of who could slip inside with a knife and try to kill the boy. And he rather keep him alive for the soul purpose of using whatever info the man had to his benefits. Sybil was a capable person and could handle this easily. He didn't need to worry about her. She could defend them. She could defend both Lenore and Will if it came down to it. As much as the ravens see some as family....there are others who see a chance for money and power. And given that the next job in the games hasn't arrived he would expect this would be some kind of trade off for the lack of energy going about.
Sybil on the other hand watched the man go, a scowl on her face as she sat there before nudging off her other boot. "Shall I do some flips for you? Spin around on my head and do a little dance?" Sybil grumbled as she looked back to him once more, noting how he shifted his shirt and the flash of red crossing his face. She only frowned deeper. What had the Rockshires done to their prince that Will didn't want anyone to see?
Her eyes lingered away from William when she heard his big boots clunk around some, seeming to gather whatever he would need for working the pits. "I trust I won't come back to a mess right Sybil?" Benny grunted, looking towards her as he wiped his hands down on a towel, opening up the drawers from a desk and yanking stuff out. "If you wish really hard you might come back to a room where everyone is still alive." Sybil grumbled, looking back down to yank at the thread she was fumbling with. She only turned around when she felt a thunk against her back, something that was heavy but not heavy enough that it hurt her when it was tossed. She turned around slightly to see the pack of cards behind her, the crest of the Black Ravens printed on the front with the La Selina named printed on under it. "In case you all get bored you can play some goldfish" Benny said as he walked by her, tugging on a large wool coat that covered up his blood stained shift and pants. Poor Benny probably has no time to change.
"Where's the pistol so I can shoot myself?" Sybil asked after the big man, who paused in the door way to look over at her and then at Lenore. A silent set of words seemed to pass through those eyes. Not directly to Sybil but more to the other girl: Good luck with this. Yeah well at least Lenore could get up if she wanted to, move around and do stuff outside the infirmary. Sybil would have been able to get up and do tings then if it was just Lenore. But no there was Gansey. Pain in her back Gansey.
Sybil just scowled slightly and picked up the pack of cards, shifting her body slightly so she could sit at the end of the bed with her legs crossed , both of the people in this infirmary in her eyesight. She grumbled softly as she opened the pack of cards and yanked out the set. She always liked this set of cards, it was different from the normal white ones. These were black with red and white colors sets, a raven on the back of each card. Wings opened and the head turned upwards like a arrow pointing to it's target. Sybil quickly shuffled the cards within her fingers, trying to take her mind away from how Remus basically did this for his own amusement probably.
Her fingers brushed against the cards as they shifted within her grip, sometimes plucking a few out to hold with her fingers. A light touch was what a pack of cards needed, she learned this trick from watching so many of the other card masters do it. If only she had poker chips and cards, she could easily have her own gambling table right here. The only time Sybil glanced up was to Will or to Lenore, falling silent as she focused on the cards in her hand while also trying to focus on what was happening around her. As she fell silent the scowl washed from her face and was replaced with one of focus. Of course her face may not hold that frustration or annoying glimmer but her mind was still buzzing
Hawkins and Gansey sitting in a barrel S-I-N-K-I-N-G
First comes drowning then comes death
Now there's two bodies in a big old barrel
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 3, 2016 11:59:03 GMT -5
( the puns XDD for now *wiggles eyebrows* we’ll see you two. we’ll see.
decisions decisions…. hmmmm… XDDDD their ship name is just. goodness morgzila. lemur. YAS THE SHIPS XD
BEARDED LENORE
it's 2am now and i'm super tired aaaa ;n; i'll come back later c; i was about to sleep but at this point i kind of have ishy & very flexible ideas to make the pairs closer(?)... ish. i think. gods i don't know what i'm saying at the moment forgive me if i don't make any sense just as a suggestion i think that a small rift happens here that kind of foreshadows the disaster that might strike sooner or later: - for will's and sybil's case, there's a raven (honestly who knows he may be a spy or something from the rocks who was with the ravens for a bit pretending to be a part of them) does try to harm will for the money, but sybil fends him off and they become closer through this small incident (also will owes her one lol)
- for remus' and lenore's situation maybe there's a member of the ravens (again may be a spy or not) has something personally against remus tries to give the information that remus is sheltering two ganseys personally to dante or something and gets caught by len. or that spy/raven betrayer has a personal grudge against len and confronts her about the letter from the crestles and remus catches that
- for morgan's and eliza's situation one of the 'intimidating' ravens (or the very dangerous ones who somehow know about the letter
maybe they're traitors or were spies from the start) tries to get both of them and they fight their way and stuff happens an' stuff
i probably didn't make sense i should really go and sleep now TvT ) - The fall of her expression didn’t go unnoticed by Morgan. The relief that had flickered in her eyes hadn’t either, and so had the slightly more flirtatious look to the curve of her lips earlier before. He’d already picked up on the relationship the two Gansey siblings shared — of course, he didn’t exactly know all the details, but he had a general idea from all the interactions they shared. Besides, he hadn’t been looking at William Gansey, but he was certain that there had been a look of warning in the other man’s gaze. Morgan had felt the brown eyes piercing into his back even after he’d closed the door, leaving him with a small inward sigh. What was there for him to do, anyway? But the corners of his lips tugged upwards, tentatively, exploring the reaches of a smile in response to her apology. “I don’t mind,” he answered, “I understand… it wasn’t wrong of you to do that.”
Morgan glanced at Eliza sidelong as he listened to her, his eyes relaxed as if nothing really out of place had happened before. With the numbness of his fingers leaving him and the pace of his heart returning to normal, he was able to hide the turmoil in his gaze underneath the layers and layers of softened flames. Often times he’d noticed the long stares some people would give him on the streets, and had eventually become used to any looks he received. Some were peculiarly fascinated, some were a little hostile, and others were sympathetic, though he had no knowledge of why they would regard him that way. It had something to do with the way how his eyes softly glowed underneath the dim moonlight on any December night, or how they shone brightly when sunlight touched them on a July afternoon. His beauty was not as bright and burning like that of William’s, or as alluring and bold like that of Remus’. His carried a calm and quiet surrealism, an unearthly grace that could have been eerie along with the paleness of his hair, had it not been for his eyes that spoke more than he did without even realising.
“That’s a strange thing to ask,” he spoke with a slight tilt of his head while reaching back his own head to pull up his loose silvery strands into a tail, though the gesture really had been used to conceal the slight bemusement in his red-golden orbs. In just a little over a day or so, her whole world had changed. And yet here she was, asking him if he was all right, looking genuinely concerned at that, too.“After all… aren't you the one who needs that question the most?” He could see the curiosity in her eyes and wished to advise her against it, though, strangely enough, he didn’t feel a veil encircle himself like it would have. He smiled and conversed with anyone, really, if they wished for his company. But any time he could feel that whatever they were about to ask would become personal, he’d kept himself at an arms-length. He allowed his ungloved hand to rest upon his concealed hand. He wondered why it wasn’t working with Eliza. Perhaps it was because he already found himself trusting her, or because technically, she wasn’t a part of the Ravens. Because she was an outsider. No, he thought with a flicker of confusion. That wasn't it either.
He lead her through the most complicated areas of their residence with his locks falling over his eyes while smiling in the direction of the Ravens who turned to glance over in their direction. The moment they realised that he had noticed them peeking, they hurried back to whatever they had been doing with an apologetic duck of their heads. Morgan was much more careful when he guided her through the small unavoidable ‘territories’ the more intimidating Ravens had set up, murmuring a small ‘careful,’ as he made sure that Eliza stayed close. It probably hadn’t been on purpose, but she was nearly against his back, close enough to feel the warmth coming off of his tense shoulders as the distasteful eyes of the mocking Ravens eyed them every step they took. They glared in their direction, to which Morgan only steadily looked back at without so much of a flinch.
A small wall rose in front of them, and on the other side of it would presumably be the residence’s courtyard. Though it was actually quite tall, he seemed to climb over it with no ease (as if he’d done this a million times before, which he probably had), and lowered his back with a hand gloved hand extended towards her, offering her his strength to pull her up. It was almost like the other night, when he’d held out his hand for her to take, and had ended up with them half-holding and half-not-holding hands all the way to Lenore’s room. If the gesture reminded him of that night, it didn’t show on his face whatsoever. She looked like she needed some sort of distraction to pull her mind away from the matters that surrounded her, he understood, and needed a place where the Ravens wouldn’t be shouting or knocking things over, causing hectic havoc that would make anyone’s headache worsen. But that wasn’t the only reason for his decision to use the shortcut. He knew that the worst Ravens were probably lurking around ‘that area’ by this time (they’d taken a liking in one of the winding hallways they would’ve have to walk through if they wanted to reach the courtyard like a ‘normal’ person), and wished to avoid contact with them. They were the Ravens he did not speak to and was not familiar with.
His lips quirked a little. “We could go normally, but a tour is more thrilling this way, isn’t it?
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Lenore was quiet for most of the time. She didn’t look confused or hostile or puzzled or horrified, just… quiet. Her gaze remained on her hands that were entwined upon her lap, and the long tapestry of her hair rested against her back. She didn't look too concerned about the fact that there were two high-price-tagged targets in the infirmary, and that there was only Sybil remaining with them. Her trust went quite far when it came to the small group she was familiar with. She’d taken the good luck wish from Benny with her usual light smile and had wished him good fortune as well for whatever he would have to face. Silence never seemed to follow on their footsteps, after all, unless it be death. Her dully throbbing arm seemed to sting at that thought.
She couldn’t help but feel the corners of her lips quirk at Sybil’s sardonic remarks, though she glanced over at William Gansey and couldn’t help but noticed the shameful pink dusted across his cheeks as he desperately tried to conceal the marks labelling his mistakes.
“Sybil, let’s let him rest for a while,” she said, glancing over at the girl with her dark eyes. We enjoy your sarcasm, but give him some space. Then, after he has…. well, I suppose you can beat him with your words and I wouldn’t mind all too much. “And Gansey,” she said (not un-politely, since she usually always sounded polite even as she made jokes) without glancing over at William, though it was clear that she was talking to him now that only there were only the three of them in the infirmary. She remembered the way the medicine had made her feel — strange and wobbly and fuzzy. It had made everything else around herself sound foggy and unnaturally clogged, and a few voices had sounded more like gurgles, too. It hadn’t helped that she’d stayed up for longer than she should have either, despite the jaded exhaustion that had already seeped into her whole system. She then closed her eyes and leaned her head against the surface behind herself, though it was impossible to see what she was thinking about. “Do focus on getting some sleep instead of focusing on retorting. You can always bicker after you’ve gotten some rest for that pretty head of yours.”
Was it strange that she made things sound like the three had known each other for a while and that a situation such as this wasn’t uncommon, almost sounding old at that, too? She didn’t look hostile, and she certainly didn’t sound it either. Despite the slight off-putting mischievousness that encircled her and her words, she genuinely sounded like she wanted William to rest and for Sybil to open up a little more towards the poor lad. If they had to spend the whole night with each other, then Sybil might as well become a little more friendly with Rockshire’s pampered prince. Besides, she lowered her hand from her chin. In her perception, it wasn’t too hard to get a grasp of what was happening to William. He couldn't have stumbled into the Ravens’ territory picking a fight as he shouted ‘sister’ with a dark tattoo labelling him as a mistake by the Rockshires if he had something to give up. The only thing that he had left his sister, and that was why he’d come. Unless this all somehow was a a part of the Rockshire’s scheme, though she doubted that they would go through such far-fetched and ridiculous lengths to carry out their missions.
Lenore had swung her feet down so that they touched the floor just as Sybil had picked up the cards with a scowl etched across her face. She watched as the girl focused before lowering her head a little, feeling a faint sense of amusement. Sybil always did look quite focused and serious when she was engaged with something — books went without saying. Was it old of her to say that she enjoyed learning about their little quirks and perks? She closed her eyes and raked a hand through her hair before rising to her feet, careful not to disturb the silent air. She’d been sitting down for most of the day, and it made her joints ache that she couldn’t be out and about, moving freely as she pleased.
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