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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 3, 2016 14:09:36 GMT -5
[[ ooh I like your ideas misc. particularly about will owing sybil. that would be amusing
aww morgzila. they’re cute. swible’s funny tho. lemur’s adorable. I can’t handle all the ships ]]
Will couldn't help but smirk a little at Sybil's grumbled response. ”If you'd like,” he replied with just the right amount of smugness in his tone. He didn't have anything in particular to be smug about, but he knew the expression would irritate her further. And boy, did he want to irritate her, ‘til the girl was red and fuming. Payback for last time. He was pretty sure he was winning this round, probably because his fogged up mind felt too sluggish for an emotion such as annoyance. But the part of annoyee came naturally enough to him, so he didn't doubt for a second he could be all kinds of infuriating while he was this dopey.
But then again, Will was already pretty out of it. He registered the conversation passing between Sybil and Bearded Man, but he wouldn't have been able to recount what they'd said if his life depended on it. Something about goldfish? That seemed like ridiculous grounds for a conversation, given the situation. But who was he to judge? He didn't know any of these Black Ravens. Just like they didn't know him. They knew William Gansey, prince of the Rockshires. Ha, what a joke. That boy and Will himself were about as alike as he and Remus Hawkins were. Similar at face value, sharing certain traits, but overall two completely different people. William Gansey was an image, a face above the crowds, scumbag number one (well, number two, because Beake was definitely scum) of the Rockshires . Will was just a person. A somewhat vain, dramatic, arrogant person, but a person just the same. And a person was too complex to be defined by a couple adjectives.
Man, he was really out of it if his mind was going off on tangents like that.
Will watched Bearded Man leave, glancing at the other girl stuck in the infirmary. He blinked, recognition flickering in his eyes. She'd also been at the party, had she not? Unsurprising, he supposed, since it looked as though she was injured, her arm all bandaged up. A bullet wound, perhaps? People had been going a little nuts during the party, a little trigger happy. Will supposed he hadn't been an exception, though he'd had the decency to wait until he'd gotten outside. She seemed to be in fairly decent shape by now, though, which must've been a relief to her friends. Had Remus been in here visiting her, he wondered. He had not been around during the fight, or at least Will hadn't seen him. Though he supposed any number of things could've happened while he'd been passed out. Or maybe Remus had been here having injuries of his own tended to - Will was pretty sure Beake wasn't the only one who dealt out his punishments in pain.
He ducked his head slightly as the young woman scolded him - and Sybil - for their bickering. His lips curled a little, sheepish at the mention of his pretty head. If he hadn't just been told off like a little boy he would’ve pointed it out to Sybil. See, she thinks I'm pretty too! At her mention of sleep however, he felt his eyelids go heavy. Right, sleep. That sounded like a good plan. That sounded like an excellent plan, really. His eyes dragged themselves closed… But no, he shouldn't be sleeping. As much as they'd given their word that he'd be safe while he slept, he knew there were more than a few people in the building who'd be happy to slit his throat - his so called ‘guard’ included.
So Will forced his eyes open - and caught immediately to the movement of the cards in Sybil's hand. The cards flowed seamlessly as she manipulated them, turning them over and plucking them from the deck every once in awhile. He blinked, transfixed by the black, white and red of the cards, the ravens flashing on the backs. Her words from earlier floated through Will's head, about working the card tables. No wonder, he thought. He’d go to that table just to watch her with the cards. Man, they must have given him more of that stuff for pain than he’d realized. He wasn't sure how long he watched those simple but graceful movements, for once completely silent. Then he glanced up at her, green gaze holding a childlike sort of curiosity. ”Do you know any card tricks?” Will asked, his voice smaller than usual.
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Eliza felt her own lips turning up at the corners, this time in a smile that belonged only to her. This man… He was too kind. It was perplexing. The Black Ravens had a reputation for being the most humane of the groups but she still hadn't expected… She'd expected thugs, greedy men or the kind of people who were on their last legs, not strong enough to stay afloat by themselves. She'd expected William Ganseys and Lu Tangs and Vicent and Gladyses. Morgan and Sybil and Remus and Lenore… They were just people. Not bad people, either, whether they'd done things they weren't proud of or not. It was hard to reconcile them with the pictures she'd had in her mind.
She tilted her head at his response. A strange question? She'd seen how he'd reacted to Remus; the faraway look in his eye, and he'd been tense, so tense. Something had been wrong, she knew so without a shadow of a doubt. But if he didn't want to say, that was alright. Eliza reminded herself that she didn't really know this man, even if she felt like she wanted to, like she already did. He turned the question back around to her. Was she alright? Eliza… wasn't sure. She was still processing the events of the past twelve hours, unsure of how so many things had changed in such a short span of time. She wasn't alright, she decided, but she didn't feel awful either. ”Perhaps that honor should go to Lenore. I don't have a bullet in my arm.” She answered finally, steadily.
Eliza allowed him to lead her through La Selina , through the many winding halls of their residence. They attracted more than a fair few looks, but most of them hurried back to whatever they were doing as Morgan shot them a smile. She hadn't realized Ravens were such nosy creatures. She kept a respectable distance from the young man - close enough to mark that she was with him but far enough to show that they were mere acquaintances - though she drew in closer as Morgan murmured a warning. She understood - the area must be one where some of the more unsavory Ravens liked to skulk around. Eliza kept her head high even as they were the target of glares, doing her best to remain unaffected. It was only after they'd left that hallway and Morgan seemed to relax that she realized just how close she'd come; if she reached forward she could lean against his back.
They stopped in front of a short wall, which Morgan scaled effortlessly. And when he turned back around, extending a gloved hand, Eliza took it without question. She wasn't sure why they were climbing a wall, or even where they were going, but some part of her - maybe foolishly, as she'd only met him the night before - trusted him. Her slim fingers crossed with his, the feel familiar to the night before as he helped her get up beside him. She probably could've managed on her own, but she didn't stop to tell him that. Not as she grabbed hold of his arms loosely to steady herself, lingering for just half a second before she pulled herself away.
They were up on top of the wall. Eliza could see down into the courtyard below, a tranquil patch of greenery at the heart of the Ravens’ territory. Catching Morgan's smile, her lips curled into a smile. Yes, she thought, it most certainly is.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 3, 2016 16:18:44 GMT -5
[ jump off the cliff will you owe me ] [ morgzila is so adorable. morgan knows his stuff ] [ Lemur = Adorable, Swible = funny and Morgzila = cute ] [ I love all of those ljkdsfj;l lets do it owo there are a lot of traitors geez ]
[ aww little morgzila kdjfs;lkfjs;l ]
Sybil glanced up at Lenore when she spoke and huffed, looking to the side again as she worked her fingers through the cards, at one point able to keep one card tucked underneath her palm with a swift pull of the fingers. "Yeah okay" Sybil said softly in response to Lenore, glancing back toward William just to see that smug smile. She knew he would like being called pretty. A pretty prince loves the attention. She looked back to her cards after a while, just flipping through them here and there. Shifting cards in and out of the deck as her hands moved. It was only when Will spoke that she stopped. She turned her head to look at him, wondering if she should bite back with a insult or not. But the look in his eyes didn't seem to invoke some frustration on her. No he looked....curious. She bit back whatever insult danced on the back of her tongue before shifting her body a bit on the edge of the bed. "Yeah....I know a few" She responded, her voice softer as his was more child like.
Sybil split the deck of cards in her hands and began with a simple shuffle. Then that shuffle turned into more complex movement by shifting the cards from the two piles into a single one. She then removed a few cards from the deck and held one between her four fingers while her other hands dealt with the shuffling. After that the cards she had picked joined the rest of the pile and the shuffling resumed. Sybil had been taught from day one how to play cards, how to shuffle them and hide them in her sleeves. How to hold them on the back of her hand and switch the card around to her palm when turning it over. Her father taught her as did the men who were running the card tables.
Sybil continued whatever tricks she had to show, making a easy switch of the card by tucking away cards into her sleeve and then showing them a moment later after the deck was shuffled once more. If she was working the tables she could do a lot more on a flat surface. She tucked a single card into her sleeve at one point and shifted her body slightly, raising her arm casually to scratch the back of her neck. The card would shift either the movement to the other hand. She pushed out the deck as best she could into a fan with one hand, showing that the one card she had taken, the Joker, was gone. When really it was tucked into blouse. It was a trick that took practice and it also proved useful when people blamed you of cheating. The card would be nestled into the folds of the shirt, but now near the elbow where the players pull the sleeves up. She tucked the cards back into a simple shuffle, shifting her arm so the Joker would slip right back into her hand and into the deck without much of a change in her movements.
Sybil thought back to how her brother would show her every card in the deck, show her that each one was present only to ask her to look for the card she had picked to pay attention to. She would go nuts when he showed her it, making it seem it was stuck in her hair when really he had moved the card to his other hand with simple movements. And she picked up on it, doing it with as many cards as she could.
After that Sybil stopped, holding the deck in her hand after a moment before looking over to Will. Sure he had been getting under her skin for the past couple of minutes, in fact she was tempted earlier to just stick the rest of the medicine into the boy so she could be in peace. But now she looked at the man laying on the bed who had watched with such a child like expression on his face. She shifted slightly and opened her mouth to speak. "Have you ever tried card tricks before? Good ones that is...." She asked, sounding a little...awkward asking. This was William Gansey she was talking to. The man she normally fight with and insult on a normal time. She bit the inside of her cheek lightly, wondering if he would either bite back with some kind of insult or make conversation. She could only hope something decent would leave his mouth instead of something that would make her want to punch him. If they were going to be stuck here, much like Lenore's way of thinking, they might as well get along for now. Sybil was one of the only other people here that didn't have a wound of any kind. Or any sort of branded mark on her. It seemed odd, it was like everyone had some sort of mark while Sybil just had...nothing.
Guess she was just lucky nothing serious has happened to her.
She shifted the cards slightly under her touch, wanting so badly to go out and work the tables. She could do so much more in a more hectic environment. For Sybil had this weird sense of wanting to show off to a large crowd before a game started, that she wanted to prove she was just as good with these cards then anyone else. There would be music and people laughing and singing. Shouting and sometimes the roar of the crowd from beneath the La Selina. Sybil would smile and watch the games, having to cut people out when she caught them cheating or better yet when they lose so much.
In fact there was one game she loved to watch over, it was a game the Ravens had brought in where you were allowed to cheat in the card game. That was the whole point, to cheat your way to the win but if you got caught you loose. She would sometimes work that game table, having to refrain herself from pointing out too many people with bad skills. Instead she was in here for the night, most likely either having to deal with Will's delirious state of mind and his annoying banter. Her scowl was washed out from her face and instead she just watched him with somewhat relaxed gray eyes. Did the Rockshires even have a gambling hall? She didn't know what they owned these days, nor what they all worked in while managing their criminal affairs. Last time she checked the last gambling hall that was owned by the Rockshires had been bought out by...erm well Black Ravens of course.
So had Will never seen a person deal with cards the way she had? He was missing out...she could show him people that are better in the other gambling halls they owned across London. There was one man that still bested Sybil in one trick, somehow shifting the card all the way down to the bottom of his boots while fanning out cards left and right. There were plenty of good card dealers in the La Selina besides her and if he wanted to be impress her could see them as well...oh....wait what was she thinking?
Maybe the pack of cards had hit her in the head....
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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 3, 2016 17:39:05 GMT -5
[[ stand over there will I need target practice you owe me ]]
Will brightened, looking eager. Her softer tone surprised him, but he didn’t dwell on it. Playing nice so that other woman didn’t have to step in again, probably. Normally he might’ve teased her for it, challenged her for being soft on him but… His mind was tired. He was tired. So for now he supposed he’d let it slide. Blame it on the medicine later—maybe it was because of the medicine.
And then she started shuffling. Just simply at first, nothing all that impressive, but he watched raptly anyway. Someone skilled with cards—or any sleight of hand—might try to pull something during the simplest act. Anyway, Will for one didn’t want her to be able to boast later for having deceived him. Even more so, however, he was just interested. Because unlike most people assumed, Will hadn’t skated by, hadn’t become Beake’s favourite because of a pretty face. He was a thinker, and he liked working through things, figuring them out. He didn’t want to be told the trick, he wanted to be able to work it out on his own. And right now Will was fixated on the cards. He watched as her shuffling became more complicated—shifting the two piles into a single one—and then separating a couple into her other hand. They rejoined the deck, She shuffled and shuffled and shuffled, cards disappearing and reappearing and disappearing again.
At some point he’d managed to sit up, through a series of stiff, slow movements. His body was mostly numb, but moving still didn’t exactly feel nice. Will leaned forward, his eyes fixed on the cards, only the cards, trying to pick out where she kept slipping them to. But in this sense the medicine wasn’t helping; his mind was still foggy, and he kept losing track of things. He couldn’t get his thoughts to string together properly—they kept coming and going as singular beings, never sticking around properly to come together. He frowned, his brow furrowing in deep concentration. He didn’t like this feeling very much, he decided. Let him feel the pain—he’d rather keep his wits about him.
Will felt a pang of disappointment as Sybil stopped. He leaned back, rubbing his face with one hand. His head felt like it was swimming. He paused as she opened her mouth to speak, waiting for the insult, the taunt, the mockery. He was ready to have to concede, tell her flat out that ’Sorry, love, I believe I’m a bit out of commission on the retorts today.’ But it didn’t come. Instead her voice was… almost friendly, but awkwardly so. He blinked, considering her question. Yeah, he knew a few card tricks, though most of them were… No, he didn’t think she’d be a fan of his card tricks. He’d gotten his friend Jamie to teach him a couple the year before when he’d been trying to impress a girl and well… Will was pretty sure Sybil would not react well to being hit on with card tricks. He’d save them for another time, maybe, when she didn’t have every capability to kill him without anyone around who would care to witness it.
Instead he grinned, the expression a lot more… boyish than his usual. Sitting there in the infirmary, hair mussed and clothes a little ratty, he looked the part of a nineteen year old boy. Not a criminal, or a prince of the Rockshires—which no one could really call him anymore, which was good since he’d always thought it was a pretty stupid title to have—he was just a young man, barely into adulthood, sitting there and having a conversation with a girl. ”Sure I’ve tried,” he replied brightly. ”Doesn’t mean I’m any good. Definitely can’t do…” He made a gesture with his hands—a poor interpretation of her shuffling without any cards. ”All that.”
Sure he’d seen card dealers before—he was Will Gansey; when was he not gambling? But whatever combination of exhaustion and medicine and stress of the previous day made this time particularly fascinating. Besides, usually he was fixated on the gambling aspect of it. When he played, he played to win, and flashy tricks and the like were merely a good way of getting distracted. This was just… He had no idea what to call this. When-you’re-stuck-in-a-room-with-someone-that-hates-you time. Whatever. He certainly wasn’t feeling particularly hateful at the moment. Perhaps it was the medicine—and also probably the medicine that pulled the next few words from his mouth. ”Teach me,” he said. Not meant as flirtation, though he was still grinning. What was he thinking? He was going to make sure they didn’t give him any more of that stuff.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 3, 2016 18:19:31 GMT -5
[ will set yourself on fire I need a candle you owe me ]
Sybil couldn't help but smile a tiny bit at the way he frowned and furrowed his eyebrows in concentration while watching her shift the cards around. It wasn't a smile of teasing or a smug smirk. Just a smile of amusement, harmless amusement. She liked it when people turned the wheels in their heads in order to figure something out, it meant she was doing her job right and it was entertaining enough to think about. Sybil slowly slid her finger down the sides of the cards, racking her nails against the fine edges as she listened to his response to her question. And well you could say she was a little shocked by how he responded. No insult or condescending smile? No just a grin and -- what seemed to her -- a honest response. She shifted slightly on the bed again so she could cross her legs and let her hair fall into a bit over her eye. Sybil didn't really say anything after that, she did smile a tiny bit more at his poor mimic of her shuffling. She opened her mouth to make a remark about it, say how his rat fingers were too scrawny to deal with the cards. How he didn't have the mind set for this sort of thing but then he said those words....
"Teach me"
She straightened her back at his words, looking up at him with a pure expression of surprise. Teach him? She waited a heart beat in case he was going to say something disgusting like 'To woo all the ladies' or something that sounded like a phrase Gansey would say. But instead he just looked back at her, still grinning. He didn't say anything else. She shifted a bit on the bed and looked back down at her fingers, her nails now digging into the card deck. Teach him? Teach William Gansey how to deal with cards like they would in the gambling hall? She slowly drew in her bottom lip into her mouth and bit down on it, glancing between Will and the cards. She opened her mouth, trying to think of some way to respond. Should she insult him and tell him he was too stupid to learn? Should she just shove the needle full of medicine into him and brood by herself in the corner? Or should she...really try and teach him how to do fancy tricks that didn't involve wooing some girl?
"I...I could...teach you a few things" She said softly, shifting on the bed a bit while looking up at him through her little curtain of blonde hair. "It would take time though" Sybil said, as if that would be the deal breaker. That these tricks took hours to do even one go that was decent. If you wanted to be great then it would take days. It took her most of her life in order to learn the trick her brother had shown her. It would take longer for Gansey to even grasp the concept of it and how it would be done correctly. "It also depends on what you want to be taught..." She went on slowly, tearing her eyes away from him. Ah this was weird. It was weird and she didn't know how she should cope with this.
This was a normal conversation between her and Will. It seemed like one at least. She wasn't tossing insults or smacking someone's hand. She wasn't having a witty banter with another Raven and she wasn't trying to scratch his eyeballs out with her nails. It was normal conversation and just so it's known, Sybil doesn't do a lot of those. In this life style there aren't a lot of times for normal conversation. She was either doing something for the thrill of the game that was happening or she was at the card tables watching the movements of others. Or she was reading....that was all she had done. She didn't bother to voice those thoughts. Knowing Gensey he would use those thoughts to just tease her and make her mad, that and make her feel bad about herself and how little social skills she had. So for this to be happening, where Will seemed to be acting human and she wasn't biting his head off with rude remarks....she found herself a little.....shy.
Yes she could be shy, sue her.
Maybe it was the medicine but....how long could she blame the medicine? The pain medicine that Benny gave Will wasn't suppose to make someone that loopy in the head, it was just something that made you tired, and a bit numb where the pain was. And there was no arguing with Sybil about it cause she had that stuff course through her blood plenty of times. She looked down to the cards and began to shuffle them again, slowly sliding the cards into a fan again using both hands. Maybe if Lenore were to...maybe she could get Lenore to direct his attention else where? She felt the sudden need to run back to her room of books and hide behind a thick wall of leather bound pages.
What would a normal person do when in a conversation like this?
What would a normal person do in general?
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 3, 2016 20:59:13 GMT -5
[[ will try on these dresses I can't decide which one I hate the least you owe me ]]
Will was afraid for a moment that he'd lost his mind. Because Sybil was smiling at him, just a little but it was still a smile, and that was an impossibility in itself. Sybil and smiles and him were things that didn't belong together in the same sentence, unless it was a smirk or a sneer or something. But yet here she was, with a smile on her lips. The atmosphere was uncomfortably comfortable between them. Somehow, he'd missed it happening, so he'd never be able to tell you how, they'd slipped into a normal conversation. And it felt… strange. But not entirely bad. He was so used to posing, putting on an act, a display, that genuine conversation felt foreign. Not to mention genuine conversation with someone who was supposedly his enemy, who'd been fuming because his existence not too long ago.
He wasn't sure how he'd been expecting her to react to his request. Will watched as her posture straightened, eyes searching him. He looked back at her, and they both examined each other silently for a second, trying to figure out the other's angle for a second. Was she about to slip back into insulting him? Or maybe she'd just flat out refuse. Both were reactions he'd come to expect from her. But he honestly wanted to learn. So he waited, tapping his fingers against the bed restlessly - you'd rarely catch Will motionless; he had too much energy to remain stationary, and so he was practically always fidgeting in some way. His fingers tapped out a rhythm or maybe his foot, he chewed his lip or tugged at the cuffs of his sleeves. Today it just so happened to be the finger tapping.
Will did a second double take as Sybil replied, actually agreeing to teach him something. He smiled, his eyebrows rising towards the ceiling - he had very expressive eyebrows, another Gansey family trait, though Eliza made efforts to keep tabs on her expressions while Will made… less of an effort. He shook his head eagerly as she informed him it would take time. He gestured to the room around them haphazardly. ”We have all day,” he replied simply with a shrug. It was true, obviously, that he had no other plans, considering he was avoiding sleep (though he probably should've, considering he hadn't slept at all the night previously. And she had been assigned to watch him, so she wasn't going somewhere any time soon either.
Will paused to consider her next question. What did he want to learn. All of it. Any of it. After watching her handle the cards with expertise his hands were itching to try it. But where to start…? He scratched the back of his head, flashing a guilty smile. ”How about, um, shuffling?” He asked sheepishly. Will had always sucked at shuffling. He could gamble, he could play, but he'd always been horrible at shuffling - which was probably part of the reason he'd been so impressed by her manipulation of the cards.
This was very weird, he realized once again. He wasn't sure what the two of them were doing, what they were playing at. Will wasn't much more used to normal conversation than she was, and when he had been in conversation… He always had to be William Gansey, Alexander Beake’s arrogant young criminal prodigy. His chosen heir, although Beake actually had a child, a daughter who was only a year younger than Will himself. It had become quickly obvious to Will however that Beake had never ever conceived the notion of passing leadership on to Drusilla. Beake didn't… think all that highly of women, a fact Will had never agreed with. It was part of the reason he'd kept the knowledge of his sister a secret. It also made this conversation even weirder, since there weren't that many women in the Rockshires, and so he'd had normal, non-flirtatious conversation even less frequently.
He waited, chewing his lip as he thought. ”Yeah, I guess shuffling would be best to learn before trying anything more difficult.” Will said, talking to Sybil although he was really just thinking out loud. He was totally oblivious to her sudden shyness, mind still off in magical-card-trick-land as opposed to present in the infirmary with Sybil.
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 4, 2016 10:06:52 GMT -5
( i’m glad that they’re all right C”x i honestly don’t think that i was in the right mind yesterday tho i wrote that when i was half-asleep haha i’m not in the right mind right now either goodness gracious why in the world is the world moving so fast aaaa /shot will you owe sybil
yuuusss morgzila’s super cute, swible’s super funny, and lemur’s super adorable cx all these ships man i can’t. morgan’s a pro not really that darn awkward klutz
yayy i’m really super glad that the ideas seem all right ;v;… i know there are a lot of baddies )
- Oh, Sybil. Oh, Will.
Lenore only quirked an eyebrow without speaking. She didn’t need to be a world-class criminal to understand that Sybil was shy. When had that happened? No, more likely, what had happened between the two? She’d spotted them at the party, where Sybil had looked like she’d been furiously lashing out at him with her sharp words, though she had no idea how that had changed to a shyness she’d recognise anywhere. She was careful not to make any sudden movements, since their attention was focused on each other and the cards that Sybil held in her hands. Even Gansey seemed more quiet than usual, with his usual confident streak muffled into an eager benevolence and awkwardness that didn’t appear to be off-putting. Well, no matter, she thought to herself as she lowered her head and allowed a smile to dance across her lips. Currently William wasn’t a threat (he didn’t seem to have the intentions to bring havoc to the Ravens despite the afternoon’s little chaos), and if he was someone who could draw out such a response from Sybil, she reckoned that Sybil wasn’t the only person who had someone to tease the next morning.
By the time she glanced over at William, it was when she was in front of the door. Her footsteps had been silent like a leaf on a tide, and she only stopped to rest her dark eyes upon his. Had her gaze flickered with faint amusement when she regarded him? It was far from mocking or stinging, though. She looked like an elder sister watching her younger sister, an outspoken and outgoing girl, shyly talk to a boy who also had quite the notorious reputation. This wasn't a place for her to be, at least, not at the moment. Behind her, the door to the infirmary clicked softly as it closed.
Now then, where to? She lightly pressed her hand to the bandages wrapped around her arm and shoulder. She should’ve asked Benny for the numbing substance before he’d left; the throb came back again when she moved. It ached quite a bit, though she was unhesitant to wave it off and glance around, holding back a sigh as she did so. Perhaps she could visit her own room and rest in there for a bit. Actually, she thought, remembering Eliza. She’d given the keys to her room to the sweet girl, and had no idea where she was. Morgan was probably with her, so she didn’t feel too worried but…
Oh, out with the sigh, she really wasn’t too certain of where to do. Of course, she could visit someone like Lily or Anna or Hailey, but she understood that they were probably busy, and it felt rude to remain in their rooms while they were out and about. Perhaps the courtyard or the small balcony in one of the vast hallways she liked to sit upon and look outside for hours before she was called for something or was greeted by some of the other Ravens who were roaming out late. She remembered Remus’s small grin before he’d left, telling her to ‘send someone’ if she needed him for any reason. With all the night activity going on, he was probably busy, too, considering the fact that William had appeared and they had learned that Eliza was also a Gansey. She rubbed her head.
She was still deciding what to do even by the time she’d reached the third stairway, which was quite far away from where the infirmary was and close to the balcony she liked to sit upon and gaze out to view the city. Lenore supposed that was where her feet were taking her, really, without giving her a second chance to think. It was a rather vast clearing with a wide stone railing that allowed her to sit for a long time. She’d even fallen into a light faze of sleep once, though, thankfully, she awoke before she could fall over.
Her arm stung, but the thought of the balcony cheered her up a bit.
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The corners of his red-golden eyes seemed to catch the tilt of Eliza’s head, and he regarded her answer casually, though the glimmer in his eyes as well as the kindness in his voice indicated that he did genuinely care about what she said. “Lenore will be all right,” he’d spoken with his gaze focused on the vast hallways that stretched far beyond where he walked with its tall walls rising around them. “She’s dealt worse things before.” And he really did believe that she would be fine. Because for some reason, Lenore always seemed to be, no matter what plight she ran into. That was one of the reasons for why he knew that many of the Ravens, even if they knew Lenore to some degree, feared her underneath the respect they retained. Because quite often, they’d forget that she was capable of feeling and thinking under pressure behind her hidden dark eyes and secretive smile. He hadn’t forgotten. He found himself hoping that Remus wouldn’t either. He found himself wondering if Eliza would be one of the people who would realise this about her, too. He wondered if… if maybe the three, Sybil, Eliza, and Lenore, could become friends aside from their affiliations with the Black Ravens.
Was there a chance?
“It might sound strange coming from me,” he smiled slightly while lightly rubbing the back of his neck, “but if you have something on your mind that you need to get off, I’d be glad to listen.” As he listened to their footsteps softly resonate throughout the hallways, in the back of his mind, Morgan found a part of himself wishing for Eliza to stay. The more and more he thought about how she’d been throughout their chaotic journey, he found himself thinking that it’d be nice for her to remain. That couldn’t be good at all. But he’d never met someone so open-minded before, someone caring enough to ask him if he was all right despite everything they’d gone through aside from the current bundle of Ravens he resided with. And he still couldn’t forget the genuine kindness of her gaze that gently seemed to tell him that she wanted to know, or the way how warm and flustered he’d felt when she seemed to read past his expression as she glanced at his oddly covered hand. It was as if she knew that something was wrong with him despite the image he gave off, reading farther behind the generous and polite youth who possessed borderline naive traits. She seemed to care. That was why he…
She took his gloved hand without hesitation or question, and he found himself pulling her up as she grabbed his arms loosely to steady herself, the warmth of her hands lingering on his arms for just half a second before withdrawing. Thankfully, when his eyes briefly flickered over towards her, he spotted a smile grace her lips as her golden-brown locks swayed from the cool breeze. Her expression was different from before when it had fallen, he thought to himself as his eyes roamed over the scenery the courtyard offered. It was quite vast, with a beige stone fountain resting in the middle of all the flowers and trees that swayed from the night’s wind. There were several pathways that would lead an individual Slipping off of the wall almost took no effort, since the ground was sloped so that it was higher than the opposite side, and Morgan soon found himself standing in the centre of the Ravens’ residence, with an easy smile pulling the corners of his lips upwards.
“I usually come here when I have to take a breath of air,” he said as he turned around to see if she needed his assistance coming down. "Not a lot of Ravens come here at this time, so I guess it just became a haven for me." He doubted it — he’d felt her quiet strength when she’d been lifted up the wall, and he already knew that she was more than capable enough to handle herself. "Things can get a little hectic around here as you already saw. It isn't much, but I thought that you might like this place." She wasn’t like one of those sashaying girls who batted their eyelashes and asked him help over and over for even the most frivolous things and terrifyingly squealed at a streak of adventure. He lightly touched the bark of a gnarled tree with his gloved fingers, tracing the lines down for a while before allowing his hand to relax next to his side once again. "I would've liked to take you out to the city instead of keeping you here in this cramped place, but..." He smiled, though... well, how could you describe that small curve of his lips at that moment? It seemed to carry a certain, but subtle sadness that couldn't quite be described through words. His red-golden eyes looked thoughtful as he sat down on the stone bench that was pushed against a nearby brick wall, and he leaned against his hand. "I'm afraid this is call I can do for you."
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 4, 2016 11:24:21 GMT -5
[ why does time have to move so quickl bler >:U ] [ I like them a lot, let's do itttttt]
[ morgan you use that awkwardness to your advantage o3o ]
[ your ideas are wondddeertrrful misc c: who let the baddies out o3o' ] [ will just do what I say for once you owe me put on the make up ]
Sybil nodded slightly to Will, her fingers shifted over the cards as she thought about herself. A shuffle? Well there was a lot of shuffles really that could be taught but if he wanted something flashy then might as well go to a classic of sorts. "Alright then....we'll try this one" She said while holding out the deck with one hand while the other began to take the top card off with a look of ease. The backs facing up did not shift nor did they jiggle from place. It looked like she was pulling the card from one singular piece in the deck, again and again until the deck was whole once more in her other hand. "It's called the Hindu shuffle...." She said, shifting her body slightly as she began again but slower, showing him how she took a small chunk from the cards at the top and kept on doing so while keeping the current deck steady in her other hand. "It's a simple trick, and all it requires is a steady hand to make the illusion that the cards are coming out of no where" She went on the say, showing the card trick one more time to him.
Truth be told her hands were a little shaky while doing this, the only time she looked up from her hands was when she heard the faint click of the infirmary door. Was that Lenore? Great, so she was alone with Will who wanted to get into some card tricks? That's just wonderful. Just great indeed. She let out a slow breath before handing the deck to Will. "Just hold the deck with your thumb, and first two fingers, then begin to pull the cards from the top in small chunks alright?" She instructed, hesitating a moment before reaching over and grabbing his hand. She didn't out right grab it with the force of a ox but with a gentle touch so she could maneuver his fingers to the way she had wanted them. She could only hope that by starting out with the simple tricks he would be pleased with that....wait why would she be worried about what he wanted? She wasn't the entertainment just his baby sitter for the night and hopefully not for another night. Although this conversation wasn't bad it just felt weird for her. She didn't like this feeling of being shy in front of someone who could use it against her in any given moment in time. It was weird, and she didn't know if she liked it or hated it. Maybe....maybe both? She didn't know....
She just focused on watching Will's hands, her head turning slightly as she heard what she thought was the faint click of the door being opened. Maybe it was just her imagination or something but her eyes did turn up slightly to spot someone was looking through the doorway.
She tipped her head slightly to them, and shifted where she sat. The door opened wider to reveal someone in the clothing of the raven boys that were considered the help. The boys that worked for the gambling hall and went around greeting whoever was here. Just small choir boys but this guy was no small boy. He looked older then the others by far and he was...foreign. She didn't recognize his face at all. He shifted within the doorway, looking over at Sybil and Will with a almost hateful expression written on his face. Wasn't the La Selina going to open soon? Why on earth was he here in the infirmary actually? Was there a report for another Raven or was it just...or maybe Remus sent him here to check up on them. Would explain the hateful expression written all over his face, those eyes directing towards Will and then her. "Can I help you?" She asked from where she sat, the eyes of the stranger settled on her and you know what he did? He scowled at her! What nerve did he have to scowl at her?!
But he didn't say anything, just shifted out from the door way and into the room, closing the door with a loud thud that rattled the windows a bit. And then a sense of unease settled over the infirmary....and just like that alarms started going off inside of Sybil's head. Loud sharp alarms that blasted against her skull and vibrated down her bones to her very finger tips. "I said can I help you?" Sybil repeated, letting her eyebrows furrow and her face contort into a frown. The man just stood there in silence, looking at the two. Looking at Will and then at Sybil like he was judging of what to do first. Sybil slowly began to move off the bed and onto her feet, without her boots she seemed small to the man who had come in. Sybil felt the muscles in her body tense up as the man shifted more towards them, slowly walking to the two while reaching into his vest, popping open the first couple of buttons in order to drag something out.
A flash of silver caught her eye against the lights. And then a weight that was ten times heavier than herself came barreling down on top of her.
On the side note Remus was actually a tad bit busy, having to drag Marty out of bed in order to replace Sybil's spot as the card dealer for tonight. Remus was running around all over the place more then usual, having to wake people up for tonight and make sure they all looked clean and polished and not a speck of dirt or a stain of food was on their clothing. The more he ran around the faster the day seemed to go for him, before he knew it they were already to let people into the La Selina. "Now I expect everyone to work hard if they want that raise right?" Remus said to the group of people that were around him, all adjusting their cuffs and collars. Some slinking down to the rings for there would be a show to see if Benny was working the pits. Remus let out a long sigh as he ran a hand through his groomed back scarlet hair. All in all he would suggest this wasn't so bad. He had gotten to everyone with the note and only had to threaten three of them! That was a plus, if it was only three then who would care? The only thing he needed to worry about now was making sure tonight was a enjoyable night for the guests and that nothing came to harm.
He went over a mental check list of what had been done and what he didn't need to worry about. He didn't need to worry about Sybil or Will at this point in time, and Lenore was hopefully either safely in the infirmary or had gone somewhere up to the third floor where she could rest in her own room. The staff was clean and didn't stink of drinks or disgusting perfumes from the Ladies that stroll in with their Lords. The card tables were polished and cleaned and well he felt good too. His shoulder barely stung, only throbbed slightly at the added movement from the last couple of hours. He could always just go back to the infirmary and take some medicine....and check on Lenore of course. If she was even in the room which was totally alright with him. He could easily find her, there were plenty of eyes doing something. And if not then that was a lot of eyes doing absolutely nothing.
Either way he would just check on Leno- erm uh the three in the infirmary.
Yeah he would...um, oh look customers!
The lights to the La Selina hall lit up with a blink, bright and dazzling and covering the hall in a wash of brightness. The rooms off to the side were opened up and there was already stacks of poker chips and cards placed around the room. Remus stood directly in the middle, watching everyone get to their spots and the helping boys went on to open the doors. Remus just smiled slightly, tugging on his collar of his shirt a bit with a proud smile on his face. Even when dealt with added pressure he had things under control. He had this place wrapped around his little finger and there was no one to disrupt the peace. He could hear the voices off people entering, followed by the wave of laughter that swirled around and filled the room. Remus moved off to the side of the room as the herd of Lords and Ladies and other assorted citizens of London came bustling in. Raven's greeted those that came in and took coats and hats, cloaks and...was that a dog?
Little to the knowledge of some, Remus didn't have the whole gang wrapped around his pinky. For if he did there would have been no chance that foreign stranger could have slipped into the La Selina and went right down to the infirmary. If he had the whole place wrapped around his finger there would have never been a whispering group of ravens in the hall trying to talk over one another. But even as one mistake had gotten through two more were bound to escape his grasp as well. For a small group of ravens were whispering to each other on the second floor, all of them looking displeased and upset. "There's nothing to be done Bethany, I don't see why you have to act so bitter" The group whispered to the one girl in the group, the girl with the sand brown hair and the pale skin. She looked the most upset out of them all. "It does so matter....she's always seeming to get what she wants...she hasn't even been here that long" She growled to the rest who just rolled their eyes. "Whatever....let's just go, I don't want to be late. I rather not loose my bonus this week thank you very much" The group exchanged similar responses but the girl named Bethany only scowled.
Bethany didn't follow the rest of her friends down to the gambling hall, instead she marched away from the happy chaos that was brewing down below. Instead she walked right to the one person she wanted to scream at, and demand about the one thing that had caused the rumors of the brawl set for tomorrow. About how she even got the bloody thing in her grubby little fists. It was then that Bethany found herself in the door way to the balcony, looking over to Lenore with a fiery glare set in her eyes.
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 4, 2016 15:26:11 GMT -5
[[ what do you mean morgan would get allll the ladies I mean compared to remus who's like nope no I definitely don't like lenore or will who only pretends he has any skill with women
here will we're going book shopping yes carry my bags you owe me
sorry for slowness I got carried away watching Orphan Black cx ]]
Eliza nodded slightly, thoughtfully, as she returned his smile. Somehow she was sure he meant it; that he'd listen, even if it was about something frivolous, irrelevant, childish. He seemed the kind of person who would listen patiently and take the smallest of plights seriously if it was causing someone grief. Eliza wished she had that sort of patience. She was a listener too, but she had little tolerance for whiners, self-pitiers, that sort of ilk. She'd had to work for everything she had over the past five years, so while she maintained a certain capacity for kindness, she couldn't tolerate the spoiled. But… strange coming from him? Eliza didn't find it strange at all that he'd make such an offer. ”Thank you, Morgan,” she replied softly. ”I'll keep that in mind.”
She really ought to be more careful around him. Despite his appearance, his demeanor… he was a Black Raven. They all were. And while Eliza knew better than to assume all of them had ended up here by choice - everyone had a history. She had a history and Will had a history, and that was what had brought them to where they were now. Eliza wasn't sure what Morgan's history was, and it wasn't her business, but… no. History didn't matter - who you were in the present was the important thing. Eliza ought to be more concerned about the fact that she hardly knew him, or any of them, in general. But it was hard to feel cautious around Morgan when he felt like… it sounded odd, but for some reason he felt like safety, the warm relief of coming home after a dangerous job, knowing you'd made it out and were in the clear now. Eliza was sure there was something different about him - something that set him apart from the other Ravens, even - but she wasn't afraid. No, it only made her more curious.
The courtyard he'd led her to was beautiful. At least, in her mind it was. A spot of green in the most unexpected of places. She hopped down from the wall on her own - the ground was higher on this side, so it wasn't difficult - allowing herself to wander through the greenery. She skipped the pathways, instead wandering over the grass, treading lightly, carefully so as not to damage any of the flowers. It had been years since Eliza had left the streets of London, since she'd been out in the country under open skies. The city had parks, but overall it was an industrial place at it's heart. She missed it, her family's country manor, where she and Will would tear around the grounds like the little heathens they had been, unconcerned about anyone minding their propriety. She wondered what had become of the manor house, who owned it now.
When Morgan spoke she turned around, smiling and shaking her head. ”All you can do? Morgan, it's lovely. You've already done more than you had to for me,” Eliza replied, ducking her head slightly. She examined his expression, trying to understand the emotion behind it. There was a thoughtfulness, but also… a certain sadness, though perhaps she was reading that incorrectly. Melancholy, regret… something deep, meaningful. She couldn't grasp it exactly, couldn't put a finger on it. What reason did he have to be sad?
She quirked a brow, tilting her head to regard him questioningly - as in to the question she was about to ask, a risk that was about to roll off her tongue. ”Adventures can wait for another day, perhaps.” Eliza said - not so much a question, really, but a question by implication. That perhaps there would be another day, one where she was still around, when they might go out in the city. She looked down for a moment. He would've liked to take her into the city, even though she'd been the one to practically use him to get out talking to her brother. It was enough to make her cheeks threaten to redden. No, no. She wouldn't have that. Eliza crossed to the bench where he was sitting, taking a seat beside him. Her green eyes inspected him from the side, curious as ever. ”Though I do wonder where a man such as yourself would take a girl in a city as horrible as this one.”
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Will nodded, watching Sybil's fingers as she shuffled the deck. Interesting indeed - he couldn't seem to distinguish when she was taking the cards and when she was slipping them back into the deck. The Hindu Shuffle. Alright. He narrowed his eyes, watching more closely as she slowed it down. This time he could see how she took a couple cards off the top each time, setting the last bunch back into the deck seamlessly. It made sense enough. He hmmed a response as she told him that this was an ‘easy trick’. Right, a steady hand, that didn't seem all that hard.
He vaguely recognized the click of the door closing, but his mind was still mostly on figuring how he should best approach this. Deck in one hand, right, take cards off top, okay, somehow slip the other ones back in at the same time… Sure, he could do this. It looked pretty easy while Sybil was doing it, anyway. Will took the deck from her, following her instructions step by step. He chimed in an ’okay’ or a ’right’ each time, nodding. His attempt was awkward, clumsy, and about at the pace of a snail. It looked nothing like what Sybil had just done.
Will blinked as she took his hand, glancing at her quickly in surprise before he looked back down at the cards, understanding. He allowed her to reposition his fingers around the cards, her touch surprisingly gentle. He said nothing this time, suddenly a lot more aware of the situation. As in, his mind was shouting ’Girl! Girl!’ in an alarm and he was trying very hard to turn it back off. Yes, yes, Sybil was in fact a girl. A girl who would not hesitate to punch me in the face if I tried anything. Which, despite his teasing, he had no intention of doing. It took him a second after she'd pulled her hands back for him to realize that was his cue to try again. How had she instructed him again? He felt like he'd missed a very important step. Oh, regrets…
To some miracle, some wonderful person decided to open the door just then. He looked up, grateful for the distraction from the cards. An unfamiliar man stepped into the room just then - which wasn't all that surprising since Will really didn't know that many Ravens besides the higher ranked ones. He looked to the man’s face, ready to offer silent thanks, and paused. Foreign, but more importantly, hateful eyes. Maybe less of a miracle than Will had thought. The man didn't respond to Sybil's words. He straightened, and just like that he was William Gansey again, even sitting on an infirmary bed in tattered clothes, his smile slick. All at once he looked more casual but actually grew tenser. ”Do you mind, sir? The lady and I were in the middle of a conversation.” He said, shooting Sybil a slimy wink (though in his head it was an expression of ’please don't shoot me for this please’).
Again the man didn't respond, to his words or Sybil's. Maybe he didn't speak English? Will could speak French, but the man didn't look like he'd come from France either. He advanced towards them, and Sybil stood, and Will? Will didn't move, because him and standing weren't on the best of terms right now. But then the man was drawing something from his vest, something silver and shiny, and he launched himself at Sybil. It looked like he and standing were going to have to suck it up and get along after all. He lept to his feet, cards flying as he stumbled far to the side, completely not in the direction he'd wanted to go.
He took a second to steady himself before staggering over to where Sybil and Foreign Lad were having their violent dispute. He grabbed Foreign Lad’s jacket. ”No way…” Will tutted breathlessly. ”To treat a… lady.” He tried to yank the man back, only succeeding in tipping himself backward. Actually, that wasn't entirely true; Will had managed to pull Lad away - downside being that he'd fallen right on top on Will. He gasped as the breath was knocked out of him, world spinning above him. He really ought to stop getting into fights, he thought dazedly.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 4, 2016 16:24:22 GMT -5
[ oooo I've heard of that show. haven't seen it but heard of it ] [ OH MY GOSH WILL. GIRL ALERT I'm cracking up holy cow ] [ yes will carry the books, all the books. no carry the book store. the whole thing ] [ all the boys are so skilled with the ladies lol ]
Sybil let out a sling of curses when the larger man pounced her, almost knocking her right on the floor if she hadn't braced herself first. She could see the flash of the knife in his hand, the glint reflecting off the infirmary lights. Unlike Will her alarms for such things scream KNIFE. KNIFE. OH NO and so on a string of curses following. She was grabbing the wrist of the attacker, keeping both his hands away from her body as best she could. That is....
Until Sir clumsy Gansey got up and pulled the man right on top of him.
"Will stay back! Don't get in the way!" She growled, seeing as the man had no problem landing right on the injured Gansey. The attackers body shifted around so he had Will pinned to the ground with one hand and the knife raising up above Wills throat. Sybil let out a curse and leaped on the man, wrapping her arm around his thick neck and pulling backwards against his windpipe. "This is no time...for you to be fighting!" She snarled through clenched teeth. Will was about as useless as a bag of potatoes at this moment in time. If he tried to get up and fight it would only cause trouble for her own sake of offense. For once she just wanted Will to sit down, shut up and get his pretty head out of the fight.
The man let out a startled grunt and wheeze as the air was stopped by Sybil's arm constricting against his throat. He stood suddenly, lifting Sybil in the air, her feet barely touching the ground as he stood. But she held on like a bull rider, her arm only tightening around his throat in hopes he would go down from suffocation. But the man reached around for Sybil and grabbed at her arm and yanked her so hard she thought her arm popped out of her socket. This guy was bigger then her, and of course with height came advantage. He yanked her off like she was some flea and tossed her the ground, her nails raking against his skin as he pulled on her.
She landed on the ground with a hard thud, and she would have hit her head right on the hard tiled floor if she hadn't pushed her body into a roll and back onto her feet. She could see the scratches on the mans throat, the red mark where her arm had been squeezing. He reached up to touch the wounds, pulling his hand away with speckles of blood on his skin. She could see the spark of anger, and the way his hands tightened around the knife only made it clear she did nothing but upset him. She let out a sigh, pulling her body into a stance where both feet were anchored to the ground. She made sure she was in front of Will, the last thing she needed was him to get stabbed when she was tasked in protecting his clumsy butt. It was clear this man was after Will, probably because the Rockshires had put a little bounty on him when he left. Figures, the Rockshires liked having a good game of pray. Dirty scum bags.
"Come on big boy" She taunted, raising her hands up as he came at her with a running start. She shifted her body as he came close enough for her to breath in that horrible stink of cologne and perfume. Defiantly not a Raven. How he got in here was a miracle on his own part and a stroke of bad luck for them. She slammed her fist into his side as hard as she could, trying to deal some sort of damage to the thick cords of muscle underneath. He whirled on her, his back hand hurling toward her face to swat her aside like some bug. Instead she ducked the hit and drove her fist into his lower stomach. Not directly into his stomach, no that wouldn't really do much considering how much stronger he was. She felt him wheeze at the sudden hit on his body, giving her a chance to drive her other hand right into his jaw. You might think Wow Sybil you are so strong.
When in reality, her mind was screaming OW OW OW OW MY KNUCKLES it wasn't easy punching something that thick. She had to force power into every punch and it only made her knuckles sore.
The man stumbled back for a moment, a string of blood leaving his mouth. For a moment Sybil thought he would back off from the way he paused to clean the blood off his chin, thought he would turn around and run and let her chase after him. Instead he came down again but no longer doubting her ability to fight. He went right back into a back hand, again she dodged only to have his knee come up and meet with her stomach. Now that knocks the wind out of you. She was only glad the man didn't drive the knife into her body when he knocked her down, she guessed the knife was William Gansey Only kind of use. Good for Gansey, he would get something that was made just for him. Too bad she couldn't let him have it, got to take away the toys from the prince.
The man only grabbed her by the hair after that with his only free hand, forcing her up until only her toes grazed the floor. "Little girls shouldn't play around the big boys" The man said, the only words coming from those horrible lips just ignited the fire inside of Sybil's chest while she scratched at his hand. "Well at least I'm not ugly" She spat. Maybe now was not the best time to use sarcasm. He pushed her down to the ground with a growl. The fight resumed, Sybil focusing back onto the hits and how much he put into them. She focused on putting power behind her own blows while staying light on her feet.
Fight until you can't anymore Sybil She thought to herself, maneuvering herself each time their bodies seemed to shift so that she was blocking the mans path to Will.
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 4, 2016 22:02:34 GMT -5
[[ yeah I'm only on season one, but it's interesting all right.
I told you, he pretends. he's actually a little awkward tipsy giraffe
except will would have no problem with this. because he's also a book nerd. and he would read them and then get into pointed debates with her about them
and the ladies have more important skills like knives and blackmail ]]
Will held no concept of manliness as the angry guy raised the knife over his throat. He was going to kill him. It was funny how small things seemed to matter a lot less when you stared death in the eye. Or in this case, an irate foreigner holding a knife above Will's throat. He didn't want to die, he was surprised by how much he didn't want to die, he didn't want to die, he didn't want to die. And he couldn't even fight back. Will Gansey was about to go out without a fight.
Or maybe not, he thought, catching a flicker of movement past the man's shoulder. He smiled. A flicker of blonde hair, his angel coming to save him. The man pinning him down looked puzzled, unsure why the boy he was about to kill was grinning at him like he'd agreed to marry him. And then the man was being hauled back, Sybil's arms wrapped around his throat.
Sybil didn't need to tell him twice; Will was already seeing stars after his brief burst of action. ”Yeah… okay.” he croaked, not about to argue. If he hadn't already been beat up by his boss (ex-boss? He wasn’t sure anymore) and then beat up again the next morning by a big hulking tattooed man it would’ve been a different story. He pushed himself away, rolling over onto his stomach and scuttle towards the wall, where he turned, sitting. He panted, trying to catch his breath, but it also hurt to breathe so he sat there sputtering for a long moment. Need… a weapon, he thought frantically through his awkward breathing. He shuffled to the side until he could reach the cabinets. Will rifled through the mess of stuff inside blindly, afraid to take his eyes off the pair of people left fighting. His finger pricked on something sharp, and he withdrew the item. Some sort of medical tool like a knife, a… a scalpel. Right, that would do the trick.
Will's own lungs constricted as the man lifted Sybil from behind, shaking her and throwing her to the ground - though again, that could've been partly because of his sucky breathing. Still, he watched in mute, useless horror as the man ran at her. No - this was bad. Sybil was tiny, half the size of their attacker, too stubborn to give up a fight. Because the man obviously wasn't here for her - he was here for Will, who likely had a bounty on his head. See, he hadn't been completely kicked out of the Rockshires - just pointedly demoted. But him coming here again… Beake would want him gone before he had the chance to spill their secrets. Will wanted to yell at Sybil, to let the man have him before someone else got hurt - before she got hurt in the crossfire. They'd probably even let her go. Sybil was -
Not to be underestimated, Will realized quickly. Sybil could fight. Her movements came precisely, smoothly, clearly calculated. It reminded him, oddly, of how she’d been with the cards. Her fighting moves flowed into one another, and it was hard to pick out where one ended and the next began. He watched, transfixed, as she sent a punch to his lower stomach, followed in quick succession by a punch to the jaw. A bold display, the deck fanned out for all to see, before the the missing card made suddenly reappeared. He winced on behalf of the man, who looked less than pleased to just have been punched in the face by a girl practically half his height. It looked as though she packed more of a punch than one might think; either way he wouldn't want to be the one on the receiving end.
His stomach flipped as the man knocked her to the ground, had the knife in his hand - no! He thought. But the man didn't bring it down on Sybil. Of course, he was only here for Will. That was thankful, at least. If by some chance the man overpowered Sybil he'd probably just knock her out, do his work with Will and be done with it. Not that Will was thinking that would be the outcome. No, his money was on Sybil. And Will didn't gamble lightly.
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 5, 2016 7:09:37 GMT -5
( i knoowww…. >:c grrr oh morgan. oh remus. oh will XD yus all the boys are very skilled and pros
yayyy i’m really glad to hear that they’re all right c’x who who who who and no problem~ i’m sorry for my slow replies too.. the timezone has been getting in the way but with school right around the corner i had to go to take care of the upcoming freshies for the past few days ;v; )
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With her hand still around the bandages, Lenore lightly trailed her fingers over a cracked portion of the wall (no doubt some angry Ravens had been here before good lord) and glanced out to the balcony. Moonlight sifted in through the two large set of transparent doors, illuminating a large area of the vast hallway. Shadows were dapped across the balcony’s floor from the light seeping in through the small nooks provided by the leaves of the trees. It was quiet up here — mainly because all the activity was going around downstairs. It wouldn’t be rowdy again in a long while, she knew. Down there, however… things were probably a little hectic. She could just imagine Sybil’s replacement, probably Sarah or Marty, handling cards with a playful glint in the eye and the guests endowed in jewels and riches, sweeping the floors with the ends of their dresses. She could picture Benny and could see Remus, who was probably smiling and adjusting himself to the demeanour of the guests. Business wasn’t light here, after all.
Images of the event occurring downstairs flickered past her vision, which she accepted with a fondness she hadn’t really bothered with before earlier on in her years as a Black Raven. She had no attachment to the residence in the beginning whatsoever, but after spending so much time, she’d grown familiar to the rowdiness of the members, the events and the faint smell of smoke, the vast hallways (despite their eeriness at times), the guests who bustled in and out and bet on games, the tiring yet thrilling feeling of cleaning up afterwards (that was sarcasm, by the way), and… well, perhaps a few of the people. It could feel like a prison at times, but it was still where she’d met them. It was still where she considered a place to return, in fact, the only place in the city that she could relax in even for brief moments.
She took in a small breath, holding it for a moment. At least, that’s what she wanted to believe, she understood. She couldn’t forget that she was a hound waiting to snap its teeth at its owner.
It was then she found herself facing two fiery eyes glaring at her with a ferocity that she matched with her iciness, though she still remained tranquil. Some of the Ravens could be a little rude to others if they were having a bad day. She understood that much, since some of them just couldn’t contain their anger very well and tended to lash out to others without even realising their mistake. But Bethany — well, the girl just looked ready to strangle her. She didn’t know the girl too well. And while she understood that she had never really shown much animosity towards Bethany, she didn’t seem to fond of Lenore in return.
Something about Bethany didn’t look too right to Lenore — the way how tense her shoulders were, how she walked briskly, how assertive she was. Lenore’s hand slipped from her bandaged arm, and she was careful to replace her placid expression with the subdued smile which danced across her lips, her arms relaxed despite the slight tension she felt that coiled in her shoulders.
“Can I help you?”
_ He was really glad that the darkness hid the color on his cheeks, no matter how pale it was even against his skin. Her words embarrassed him, but it wasn’t the negative kind of embarrassment that someone would face when they accidentally tripped over an object of some sort in the middle of a stealthy, silent mission (yes he’d done that before back when he’d very first started out his job as a “criminal” and he wasn’t proud of it at all). He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. Was it strange that he felt much more relaxed and easygoing around Eliza? Around a girl he hadn’t known for a year, though it felt as if they had for a longer period of time? His unsettled mind felt much more at rest, and in a way, he felt that if he were to lean on her, she wouldn’t let him fall. For the first time in a long while, he realised that he was curious about her. He was patient when it came to listening to people — but he found it difficult to exactly feel…. curious about them. He would listen, help them to the best of his abilities, and that would be that. They would make use of him, thank him, leave him, and never quite return. They never asked about him, rather looking at him more as a pillar than as an individual, and he didn’t find himself dwelling about them either. He never found himself wanting to know about them more than necessary. Apparently Eliza was an exception.
His red-golden eyes flickered a little. She’s not going to be here for a long time. In just a while, after her leave, he’d return to the life he’d had before, lone and concealed. The more and more people flocked him, after all, the more and more alone and hidden he would be. The more and more they didn’t approach him, the more he’d be left alone. It suited him better to fade into the background and let people remember him as ‘that nice boy’ than to have someone getting a glimpse of the ragged and broken child beneath the facade of a Raven. Just see how mismatched he really was, realize how ‘Morgan’ was pieced together with fractions of ideals by jaded hands.
The idea of someone coming to know so much about him made him frightened in a way — after all, anyone could betray anyone. If she were to find out about the things that had happened to him, the things that he’d done, would she still thank him like this? Would she sit next to him without flinching away? He didn’t move his hand to brush away his hair, which fell over his face in poppy nearly-silver locks. Even so, a part of himself trusted her. Even with all the events, he really did. Maybe she would eventually see past his smiles and slightly distant demeanour. Maybe, he thought as he touched his gloved hand lightly. Maybe she’d get to know. Not all, but bit by bit.
“It’s never too late to have one,” he answered her with an easy laugh, seemingly oblivious to the question in her statement. But he’d caught it. The risk she’d taken with her words hadn’t slipped past his knowledge so easily, and he found himself wondering if indeed there would be a day when he could take her to the city instead of leading her around a residence that eventually would become a familiar, but cooped up place after years and years of cover. He fully leaned back on both of his arms as she spoke, and looked up to watch the silhouettes of the efferent leaves from the tree right above where they sat that would have sheltered them from the glaring sun on hot afternoons. They swayed from side to side, dancing to the rhythm of the small orchestra all the small critters made: the crunch of the leaves as a squirrel scurried along, the soft chorus of the nightingales, the wind that caused the tall grass and flowers to rustle.
“Well,” he spoke with his molten gaze shifting over to the night sky. His lips curved upwards at the mention of the horrible city. “There are a few places that I…”
That was when his words died in his throat. His eyes sharpened, and his muscles tensed, though the small smile upon his face didn’t leave his face as he turned to look into her quiet green eyes. “Don’t look around,” he murmured, his voice low, soft enough so that only she could hear. “Someone’s watching us.” If someone had wanted to speak with them, they would have emerged from wherever they were. The gaze that he felt, however, did not feel warm or friendly or feisty like those of Nazareth’s. This wasn’t the gaze of an all. The hair at the back of his neck stood. This was the gaze of an enemy. His gloved fingers lightly brushed hers as he reached for the hilt of his dagger, and his red-golden eyes still searched through her green ones though his attention was alert for any movement around themselves. How many were surrounding them? His eyes narrowed.
There are several of them.
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 5, 2016 7:44:53 GMT -5
[[ it's alright misc. school sucks. I've got another month before school starts though.
idk if I'll get up any replies today guys. maybe one later tonight (for me. I'm est) but I'm not sure. ]]
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 5, 2016 7:51:38 GMT -5
( school does suck... i can't believe that it's starting on monday TnT
whoa a month? that's a long time ono
no problem that's totally fine cx )
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 5, 2016 9:05:58 GMT -5
[[ I mean I actually don't mind school that much but still.
yeah I'm in Canada we apparently start later than everyone else (but finish later too) ]]
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 5, 2016 9:28:40 GMT -5
( i'm all right with school except for waking up at 6am. i do not like that aspect at all ovo also tests. i can deal with hw and projects but i can't deal with tests for math especially ;c; i just start freaking out too much hehe... i did not know about that.... that's really cool c: over here in korea korean schools start wayy later than international schools (cause they started summer super late) but their summer is only around 3 weeks.... on the other hand their winter break is around 2 months lol
let me live in both of your closets i wanna live in the places you guys live in )
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 5, 2016 11:04:12 GMT -5
[ ewwww school o3o I don't start until the end of the month. I know some people have already started but meh ] [ That's alright Ult I'm gonna be a but busy as well today c: and don't worry about it misc, time zones stink >:U ] [ the guys and the tipsy giraffe have all the mad skills for wooing their girls ] [ ew freshmen ewe ] [ will and Sybil arguing over books for once instead of insulting each other ]
Sybil didn't know how long she has been punching away at this guy or how long he's been punching into her. All she knew was that her movements were getting sluggish and her body was slowing down more and more with less power pushed into each punch. How much longer could she keep this up without falling to the ground getting pummeled by this large man? She was getting tired and her arms felt heavy with wiriness and bruises lining up her arms for sure. The attacker seemed to note her tired form and her lack of power behind those hits, his fists coming down on her side to knock her off balance and then coming up wards into her chest. She blocked the one to her side as quickly as she could but the hit to her chest felt like a bullet wound cracking through her stomach. It hurt a lot and once more she was left wheezing and stumbling on her two feet. "Too small to fight little girl. Too small to work in this kind of business" The man growled to her with a sneer growing on his face. Sybil just sucked in as big of a breath that she could, balancing on the balls of her feet before sending her leg up kick him in the side of his ribs only to have his large hand engulf her ankle and then jerk her whole body violently to the side. Her body collided with the end board of one of the beds, his hand releasing her and is shadow falling over her.
"A too small raven, too weak, fragile and pathetic. Pretty soon no one will be missing either of you. Cause no one cares" He said, kneeling down beside her to spit out his cruel and horrible words while she struggled to focus her vision. No one cares...? She dragged her eyes up to the man that was looking down at her, knife glinting in the light and showing her own murky reflection. Someone had to care....someone always cares here didn't they? "Just stay down, and I promise I'll only beat you to a inch of your life when I'm done with Gansey?" He said, a smile growing on his lips that spelled out how cruel his intentions were. To kill Gansey and just beat her until she was blue in the face? How original of a Rockshire. She closed her mouth into a thin line before spitting down at the mans feet. "Will isn't going anywhere...he's staying alive right here....I have to finish teaching him how to shuffle" She said, her eyes looking to the larger mans and only got a wave of frustration flowing through those eyes.
That's when she rammed her fist right into his noise. She felt the bone crack under her knuckles and the blood gush right on impact. He got lurched away from her and let out a cry of pain, his free hand holding his noise with blood gushing from between his fingers. "You broke my noise!" He growled, looking down at her with renewed hate. Sybil grinned and shrugged before standing up. "I think it looks good on you. Now you're only partly ugly" She said with a smug smirk on her face. The man just growled and launched at her again, almost pinning her to the bed post with his bloody hand. She ducked underneath it, only to turn around as the flash of a knife came and swiped across her vision. She jerked her body to one side, feeling the graze of the knife on the skin of her throat. She immediately reached up to where her throat was, her hand coming back with a small amount of blood on the finger tips. It was only a nick of the knife...he didn't cut her too deep.
He ran at her once more ( he did that a lot, it was like a bull fight in here ) this time posed with the knife. He must have changed his mind that he would rather have two peoples blood on the blade then one. He swiped at her once more this time trying to go for her eyes. She lurched backwards and kept on dodging those movements of the knife, her body tense as the blade came swinging at her again and again. He was getting slow though she could tell by how fast the knife swung in her direction. Slower and slower. She finally caught the wrist that held the knife, twisting his arm sharply at an of angle so his fingers would loosen on the handle. Prying the knife from his hand she thought she got the upper hand and he would just crawl back to whatever hole he was raised from. Instead he pushed forward, his hand that was covered in blood wrapped around her throat and the other yanking free of her hold. She found herself on the floor, her knees pressing into his stomach while his hands were latched around her throat.
The knife being knocked out of her hands when the man toppled her to the ground was just within inches of her finger tips, her hands clawing at the hands engulfed around her wide pipe. "I'll watch the life drain from you first you pathetic little runt" He growled, blood dripping from his nose and onto her. His large hand squeezed on her throat and no matter how much she kicked and struggled he wouldn't loosen. Her vision tipped as she struggled to breath. She tried clawing at his face, at his hands but he didn't budge.
"W....Wi....." She wheezed, her vision blurring around the edges and threatening to cut out. One hand clawed at the attackers face, his hands or any skin she could grab onto. While her other hand was stretching toward the knife, her finger tips barely grazing the handle. But the longer those hands crushed her throat the less she moved. She couldn't die this way she had a brawl....to fight.
She had to kick Gladys's butt and....come back....she wasn't.....
wasn't.....done yet....
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Bethany just stared at Lenore for a long, seemingly awkward minute before speaking. "The letter...." She growled at the girl before her, hands fisting up be her side. "People say that you brought a letter to Remus that started this whole event for the brawl" She began, taking a couple of steps forward. "But how on earth did you even get it?" She demanded, her eyes burning into Lenore's. "No one has gotten anything in the mail room about a letter from the Crestles and you were stuck in the infirmary the whole time." She went on to say. Bethany moved forward even more, eyes glued onto Lenore. "No one went to go deliver that letter and yet when you come out with it no one dares to question it except me....I question the whole point of why your here!" She yelled, her voice echoing around them.
"Just because you have Remus wrapped around your fingers doesn't mean jack to me. I don't care if you two have some weird thing going on. Who gave you the letter?!" Bethany was almost screaming now, seeming o be engulfed in some sort of anger that has been hiding for a while. She seemed so angry about how easily Lenore seemed to have risen through the ranks of the ravens and right to the side of Remus with Morgan and Sybil. It wasn't fair, she had been working so hard for years to even get noticed by them. And yet here this emotionless girl was, this girl that has been nothing but odd the whole time. Strange and cold to the rest. Hiding things from everyone. Hiding things from Remus. She would tell everyone about Lenore, she would find out more about this girl that has suddenly come up with a letter? A letter that sounded all the while too suspicious to slip past the eyes of a Raven working the mail rooms. So how come she was the only one to have it? The only one to even know about it before everyone else? She had been in the infirmary the whole time and suddenly a letter pops up?! So who the heck gave her that letter? Did she write it herself so she could just give it to Remus and act all nonchalant about it?! Bethany wasn't going to let this girl sneak this past everyone's noises!
Of course was she right on the fact that Remus was wrapped around her fingers? Maybe he was a little. Maybe he knew and let it happen.
Remus had finally gotten everything situated as the night went on, the entertainment was blasting and the people were having fun. Marty was working the tables that Sybil was suppose to tonight, although he looked half asleep the young man still kept the money rolling his way as he did card trick after card trick while supervising the games around him. Remus let out a long sigh and smiled a bit, greeting some of the happy customers here. "It's good to have you here....yes have fun. Don't forget about the pits down below. Place your bets" He said as he made his rounds around the room, smiling to each and every face he was fortunate to meet. Eventually he was able to slip away from the current of people and toward the stairs, passing some Ravens on their way to the gambling hall. One raven stopped him though, Lily, who seemed a bit frantic but when did she not seem frantic? "If you're looking for Lenore, I saw her head up to the balcony on the third floor" Lily said and winked, as if she was in on something.
He hoped she took care of that twitch though, he was sure it was twitch in the eye. Silly Lily.
Remus only nodded at her, watching her run off to the main hall before going to the stairs. He had wanted to check on Sybil and Will ( hopefully the two were still alive and not ripping the hair out from their bodies ) but he had also wanted to check on Lenore. He had left in such a hurry before he wasn't sure if she had sent someone to get him or not. Not to mention he was hoping that she was in her bed, and not outside where it was cold and wet. he climbed up the curling staircase to the second floor and then to the third floor. Only to....to be greeted by the sound of screaming?
He tipped his head slightly and tensed, for a moment wondering if it was Lenore that was the one screaming but....no it wasn't The voice was different and high pitched. It sounded a lot like...Bethany? The girl that would work the bar? He furrowed his brow slightly as he slowly walked up the remaining of the stairs. With light footsteps he walked down the hall and toward the balcony doors where the screaming only got louder. What the heck? As long as he had known Bethany she has always been the soft spoken girl that would do nothing but smile to everyone around her. What was the reason for her screaming?
"Just tell me who gave you that letter Lenore!"
Remus tensed at the mention of Lenore's name, stilling his body when he was able to catch a glimpse of Bethany's back. Lenore? Was she asking about the letter that Lenore got just yesterday? She got it from a Raven that had been working the mail room.....Right?
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 6, 2016 8:35:34 GMT -5
( whoaaa… you don’t start until the end of the month? o.o yus yus they do grrr. i can’t believe i’m going to school on monday T__T they all certainly do have the skills to impress haha
mehh they were cute… c’x no one was disrespectful thankfully but i know some freshies who are just nope
i just realised that the ladies really are pros at blackmailing and knives lol
let them debate over books that’s gonna be worth watching xD )
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Lenore watched as the girl took a step forward with her hands curled into fists next to her side, though she didn’t take a step backwards. The girl’s eyes burned into her own, smouldering and scathing as she took a few more steps forward. Instead of moving backwards to match Bethany’s advance, Lenore remained where she was with her arms next to her sides, her calm eyes regarding the girl without so much of a flicker of surprise.
She’d been careless yet again. She was out in the open with a wasted arm that would sear if she attempted to move it recklessly, in any other motion apart from remaining next to her side. Even if she put up a good fight, if Bethany were to attack her, all she needed to do was grasp Lenore’s wound. That would unbalance her, knock her off and force her knees to buckle. And she had no idea what the girl carried with her. Goodness could she not let her guard down even for the smallest bits of time when she was just a few flights away from the infirmary? She could probably fight her way through if the girl were to attack, as long as she wasn’t hesitant with her movements. She’d been through worse. Much, much worse.
Just because you have Remus wrapped around your fingers doesn’t mean jack to me.
The curl of her lips faltered. Now that, that stung a bit. Was that how the other Ravens were viewing her? A good-for-nothing Raven who stood amongst the higher ranks and had Remus wrapped around her fingers, tugging his strings from behind? Manipulating him? Did it really matter, though? Half of herself silently asked the question with a twinge of regret. I won’t see them again once I’m not here. Either that, or I’m going to be killed before I get to leave. She felt… what exactly did she feel? She felt strange. Perhaps a little hollow. Her old self wouldn’t have felt anything — even prided herself in appearing so calculating. Perhaps her old self would have been utterly complacent with the idea and amused by what Bethany said. The fact that someone was screaming at her after her arm had been shot — after a night of hectic craziness and nearly no sleep at all — didn’t happen to her every day. Now, however, she didn’t feel as amused as she would’ve liked to, and the words seemed to affect her more than she liked, even though that strangeness was a small twinge she felt at the back of her mind. And as the images of a few Ravens flickered past her mind along with what they’d said and what they’d done, she realised that the other half of herself did care. Oscar, Nazareth, Basil, Cecil, Gwendoline, Sarah, Hazel, Sybil, Eliza, Morgan… Remus. It did matter.
As the distance closed in more and more, Lenore could feel the heat of Bethany’s glare and the anger that roiled with in her. It burned her inside out, even though the odd tranquility that encircled her betrayed no discomfort.
Listening to the girl’s accusing questions and rising voice, Lenore only placed her fingers upon her chin in a thoughtful manner. “I see… so you’re suspecting me of writing that letter myself. I suppose I can’t blame you for thinking that.” Like her voice implied, the screaming didn’t leave her fazed. She’d heard worse. She’d heard the screaming of men who were desperate to escape her exact aim, and she’d heard the shrill shriek of outrage from many of her enemies. From those who’d screamed her name as she’d turned her back against them, returning to the side of the Ravens.
This, however… this didn’t sound like any of those. This sounded more personal. More angered. It sounded as if it came from years and years of pent up rage that was now being thrown in her direction after so much repression. Lenore’s eyes swept down as she quietly exhaled. She could explain where she’d gotten the letter from and who had given it to her without much problem, though by the way how Bethany was now, she reckoned that reason wouldn’t work. No matter what she said to the girl, it would be another cold and hateful lie coming from her mouth. No matter how truthful she was, it’d be nothing to the girl’s ears.
Who gave you that letter? She almost felt her lips curl, this time in genuine and subtly rueful amusement as she heard Bethany’s words: I question the whole point of why you’re here.
You don’t really care about knowing who gave that letter to me. You care more about the fact that I’m here, and that my presence hurts you in some way.
Any small excuse that would draw Lenore down was enough. Any excuse that could label her as a permanent liar, as someone who thought of others as nothing but tools, was enough. And this could be the perfect reason. She drew in a small breath.
“I’m sorry.”
The words sounded so foreign on her tongue. How long had it been since those words had left her lips? Five years? Seven? She’d lost track of the times she’d uttered an apology that meant something. The apologies that came from her not because she was wrong and the other person was right, but because she valued what little moral she had left over her ego. She wasn’t entirely sure why Bethany seemed to despise her so much — why she had gone through the trouble of getting to know whether the Ravens in the mail room had gotten a letter or not at that time, or why she stood in front of her like this with so much anger. There had always been something that made many fear her— the cause that made many so distant from her even as a naive and idealistic small girl. Was it because of that same strange reason? Was it because she’d stood next to where Sybil and Morgan and Remus stood almost in a matter of days? Was it everything combined?
“While there were those who were jealous of you, no one really loved you, little girl. Why do you make such a face? Isn’t it obvious that I never did, either?”
Whatever the reason, it didn’t quite seem like she could escape from those words. As a little girl, or as who she was now. Even when she’d been lucky enough to surround herself with a few truly caring people. But they were acquaintances — maybe companions if they were close enough — and nothing more. Everyone was on their own to fend for themselves, and everyone was responsible for their own lives. If they acted on someone’s behalf, they would have nothing in return but suffering. Like Morgan, she thought bitterly. Like Remus.
Opening her eyes so that they could directly match with Bethany’s blazing orbs, she spoke steadily, calmly. “I’m not certain of what I may have done to you, but I didn’t forge that letter. I hope you believe that much.”
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 6, 2016 11:50:45 GMT -5
[ Yeah. But my siblings start I think a few weeks from now so for a couple of days I'll be home alone and stuff hahahah ] [ Have faith, you will survive owo ] [ they are all gold medal womanizers lol ] [ could we have your freshies then. Ours dress like they are like 24 ;3; ] [ the real dangers in this roleplay are them xD ] [ that would honestly be so cute to see them argue over books lol ]
Remus didn't move too close to the doorway while the two seemed to be arguing, well more like Bethany was screaming at Lenore and Lenore was being....well Lenore. Calm and collected, not raising her voice in the slightest to the other Raven. He could hear them clearly now, talking about the letter that Lenore had gotten. Was Bethany interrogating Lenore about where they letter had came from? Remus had always thought that the letter was delivered via Raven like normally but maybe...he was wrong? He shifted slightly and listened closely to the words being spoke between the two. When Lenore seemed to have apologized to Bethany, it didn't seem to do any good for her at least. Her glare only intensified as she looked at Lenore.
"I didn't ask for a apology! I want to know where the letter came from then if you didn't forge it?! Who gave it to you cause it was no raven! None of the ravens working in the mail room ever saw a letter with the Crestle seal on it. So where did you get it?!" Bethany demanded before jabbing her finger into Lenore's more wounded shoulder for each word she spoke. Bethany seemed about ready to slap Lenore in fact, to kick and punch her with all her might and maybe even force her off this railing to the ground below. Bethany seemed to be just that angry, like a wild bear that was being taunted with food and was ready to charge. "Or are you going to keep that under wraps so you can just keep it from the rest of us? So you can go on your marry way and keep on pulling people into this web that you actually care about them? Is that it your dirty rotten b-"
"Enough Bethany"
Bethany turned at the entrance of the new voice, seeing Remus stand in the door way with a look in his eyes that was ten times as fierce than Bethany's. His blue eyes had a dark look to them while burning into Bethany, the shadows fell across his face but you could see the slight scowl to his lips. Bethany never got to finish her words for her face went as white as a sheet. "Re-Remus I....I....we were just" She tried to speak but Remus held up a hand and tipped his head to the side like he evaluating her. "Just talking?....Right. You were just talking Bathany" He said, his voice was calm. Dangerously calm. You know how quiet it got before a really bad storm? It was that kind of calm present in his voice. "Bethany, you know when I went downstairs to check on everyone I only saw Nash working the bar....so maybe you could do less squawking and go do your job eh?" Remus said, stepping aside and gestured for her to leave the balcony.
"That and to stop yelling, if people were to hear you they would think a cat was slowly dying" He added when she began to move pass him, flinching at everything he was saying. She sent one last glare towards Lenore before scurrying away toward the stairs. Remus stayed where he was in the doorway, watching Bethany's form scramble down the stairs to get back to work. He released a long sigh before turning his gaze from the now empty hallway to the balcony air. He didn't really look at Lenore when he came to stand beside her, resting his hands on the railing with his eyes looking out toward the city. "To be honest I really thought Bethany was a more...reserved kind of girl....I had no idea she was....that paranoid" He said with a soft chuckle.
But Bethany did make some points. As in the fact of where the letter had came from in the first place had never occurred to him. That he had never thought about going and asking the people that worked in the Mail room that day to see if they had gotten a letter. Maybe it was a mistake and someone had found it and kept it out of sight? It would be a reasonable explanation to be honest. To keep something so important hidden from the gossiping mouths of the Ravens. "I guess it gives more meaning to don't judge a book by it's cover" Remus said with a light smile, turning his gaze to Lenore and turned his head to the side. "Are you alright? Did she slam you with dirty insults or anything worth crying over?" He asked of course with a light tone. He doubted that Bethany had said anything to hurt Lenore. Lenore was like a steel cage after all. She was tough and strong and wasn't that easy to make cry in front of others. He was sure she was fine and more likely was annoyed by Bethany or just didn't care.
Of course he didn't want to out right keep on asking her what Bethany had been screaming about. Frankly he rather not ask until Lenore was good and ready to come clean about the whole thing herself. If she didn't want to talk about it then she didn't have to talk about it. Remus wasn't all that pushy about where a dumb letter came from. It was a letter from the enemy, he didn't care where it came from right now. All that did matter was making it to the next day ready to show their enemies who's boss. He didn't care if the letter came from an alien from another world or from a fairy that was hiding in a flower pot. As long as it didn't harm him in the slightest he didn't care. What he did care about was if rumors were to spark about Lenore forging the letter. That was the last thing Remus needed was people thinking that Lenore was working for the enemy or worse that he was in league with trying to rip down the Ravens. He has ruined plenty of gangs before but the Ravens? He enjoyed his time here. He actually liked working here with all these crazy people. He wasn't going to ruin what he had worked so long for the Crestles
So if he did hear those rumors he would stick a knife up their holes and watch them waddle away. Let them try and spread rumors after that.
"I'm sure it was nothing after all....her screaming was just getting on my nerves" He muttered before turning his blue gaze to the city before them. This awful, awful city. But at the same time the only place he has ever known to be his home. The place that made him who he was. There was a lot of back story to him but really who wanted to hear it now? It would be revealed probably in some sharp argument or some sappy feelings moment. Either way he didn't feel like filling in holes. Use your imagination for now.
Ah he was getting off track wasn't he?
His eyes just stayed on the city, not speaking any more for he felt he had nothing more to say until Lenore responded to his questions. In times like this with that pushing silence he would have filled it up with more talking an blabber but he found that he didn't want to do that right now with Lenore. He wanted to remain silent and not talk so much, for what some seem to think that Remus loved to talk and listen to his own voice he in fact hated filling in those silences with his own voice. It was horrible, like listening to yourself on recording and realizing how dumb you sound. It was like that. But he also got this odd feeling of nerves again, like he had gotten before whenever he was with Lenore. It was odd and weird and made him feel...fluffy. It was a sensation he wanted to be locked away with something else. He much rather be at ease around Lenore but for some reason he found he could not. And the hard part was that he had no idea on how to stop it, On how to fix it. It wasn't like he could go to Benny and just demand that he rip this feeling out of his chest cavity. It didn't work that way.
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 6, 2016 12:40:20 GMT -5
[[ yo sorry I'm like halfway done my reply. I'm just with friends and busy.
yeah I start school in september. ew freshmen. except we don't actually call them freshmen in Canada but I know what you're talking about
yes so cute. they'd be super into it like threatening to break into fistfight and people would be like 'darn what's going on?' and then remus or eliza or someone would just be like 'oh no worries they're just discussing charles ****ens' ]]
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 6, 2016 13:14:01 GMT -5
[ That's alright Ult c: ] [ Lucky o3o what do you call freshmen in Canada? ] [ and then they find a book they both really like and their like all geeky about the book and stuff, then swible just grows and grows and then they fight again ]
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 6, 2016 13:18:07 GMT -5
( oh wow… omg home alone KEVINNNNN i will try to survive lol i know right XD they are true womanisers hahaha
here you go *pushes* Cx
no worries ult c; september, eh…. goodness gracious o.o oh! what do you call freshies in canada? ovo yus. it’s gonna be a fight i’d like to see and advocate heheh )
Perhaps one of the most surprising things about Lenore was that, despite her fragile appearance, she was still strong enough to catch anyone off guard. That was one of her advantages she exploited quite often, especially when her skills in a fight were needed. She was still standing straight when Bethany jabbed a finger into her bandaged shoulder with every word she spoke, and she ignored the sharp aches that reached the actual wound itself. After a long run of being a part of the Underground society, where watchdogs and criminals weren’t uncommon, aches weren’t hard to ignore unless they drew out a completely horridly different response from her nerves. Her dark eyes, two amethysts underneath the moonlight, watched the girl and regarded her with something completely different from hostility. What was the glint she had in her gaze? Perhaps it was sympathy. It almost felt as if, in some manner, Lenore understood the girl who was yelling at her, despite the intentions she showed to do mortal harm to her. She hadn’t lashed out, grabbing the girl by her wrist and flipping her over to her back. She hadn’t retorted with anything sharp or witty or crude in response. She was just… there, even with her fingers slightly curled from the tension that she could bring forth if the need came. If Bethany lashed out, she would be ready.
Luckily, the need never came. She heard the sharp voice of someone nearby — a too-familiar voice, in fact. One that made her eyes widen the slightest bit. What was he doing here? Wasn’t he… hadn’t he been busy with the guests downstairs? How…? Lenore’s dark eyes traveled over towards Remus, whose eyes looked more fierce than those of Bethany. The blue hue of his eyes gave off the feeling of icy fire that seemed to pierce through the girl who had turned paler than a royalty’s white dress. They were filled with bright fire, and yet those blue flames were darker than ever. And the shadow that fell over his face was enough to make anyone flinch, she was certain. The scowl that pulled at his lips as he held up his hand was quite intimidating. Somehow, she didn’t find herself feeling frightened of him, unlike quite a great amount of Ravens would have if they were here in her shoes. She didn’t find herself taking a step backwards or blanching like Bethany. Perhaps she was too startled by his sudden appearance to feel anything else but confused. But something told her at the back of her mind that even if those eyes would be directed towards her, she would not be afraid — because the day they did turn towards her would be the day she would have already accepted a fate she wouldn’t regret.
Well… I suppose that technically could be counted as a conversation, she thought silently as he tilted his head at the girl was if to evaluate her, his voice dangerously calm. Though I don’t know what would’ve happened if it hadn’t been stopped. Lenore’s eyes followed Bethany as the girl shot one last death glare at her before leaving, clearly unnerved by Remus’ sharp words that left no room for any argument. It was only after she heard the girl scurry away she moved her hand to lightly touch her shoulder where she’d been jabbed harshly, then down to the swell of her arm. And it was only after she heard the girl scramble Lenore allowed herself to exhale. She heard Remus sigh as well, almost nearly at the same time she had.
He strolled over towards where she stood with his gaze turned to the vast city before them, his blue eyes trained onto the lights that could be seen in the distance. His hands rested on the railing, and she took his example, following his gaze out into the city and placing her bad hand on the edge of the smooth stone railing. Paranoid? Well, yes, she had been, though Lenore found herself lowering her head slightly. If a rift happened between her and most of the other Ravens, and if they thought of her as nothing but manipulative, then it could influence their mission. It could influence the brawl tomorrow, she realized, causing her jaws to tighten and her gaze to become locked in thought.
She heard Remus’ voice, though she didn’t turn meet his eyes. “I suppose it does, yes. Sometimes ‘it’s not the person who changes but the mask that falls off’… wasn’t it?” Her eyes were narrowed in thought, and her long hair seemed to brush against her cheek from the night’s breeze. The distant look on her face disappeared soon enough, however, leaving her with a smile of her own. While it remained calm and light-hearted and mischievous as usual, the smile upon her lips looked jaded like it’d been overused too many times, worn out from keeping her defended against the jagged ambush of words and unfortunate circumstances. “I found her voice quite charming, actually.” Bethany’s mask had slipped from her face, revealing her frustration and her pent up anger. Lenore didn’t think badly of the girl; she was certain that Bethany was quite softhearted and nice, just… not with her. She didn’t find herself blaming the girl, either. “Not really, no. Frankly I don’t find myself mourning over a few words.” But she did care. If Bethany had been the representative of a few other Ravens, that could cause problems. Not just for her — she could deal with people yelling at her and cursing her and calling her cold-blooded — but for the others as well.
“You shouldn’t have stopped her.” The light smile that had graced her lips fell when she spoke this time, answering his small rhetoric mutter, leaving her eyes trained onto a few of the glowing amber lights down in the city below. “Apparently the other Ravens are used to seeing you associate with me,” she continued, remembering what Bethany had said. I don't care if you two have some weird thing going on. Did she? She found herself wondering. No, no certainly not. Never mind how she’d felt before, warm and… and safe and relaxed (goodness it made her freeze to think about those words) when he’d popped his head in to visit her, or the time when she’d realised that he’d been gazing straight into her eyes with his hand resting against her cheek, or the time when she was leaning against his back tentatively as he gripped his attire with uncertainty, angered and almost seeming lost. Never mind that at all. There was no way those words would have any meaning for him. “I don’t want you to get involved with any off-putting situation just because you’re seen with me or…” Telling Bethany off like that. She didn’t want people getting the wrong idea that he was somehow against the Ravens. She doubted it, though. Too many people respected him, and too many liked him. The Ravens who turned against him would be plucked out the sky by the other Ravens. He stood at a different height from where she was. “Well, you understand what I’m trying to say.”
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 6, 2016 16:47:51 GMT -5
[[ sorry, it's a little short. writing on the go.
we just call grades by their number in high school. so it's just nine ten eleven twelve ]]
Eliza nodded at his easy response, still smiling but feeling a little deflated - just a tiny bit. It seemed as though the question hidden behind her words had slipped right past him. It hadn't been so obvious she supposed, and a silly question at that. Of course there wouldn't be a day where the two of them could go out so casually; the second they'd cleared everything up she was gone. Back to the plan. It would have to be modified, with all this drama with the necklace - she'd have to find a new way to get so much money, but she'd make it work. Save up, get on a ship to America and leave all of this behind. That was the plan - had been the plan brewing in the back of her mind for close to two years now. A mishap with the gangs wouldn't stop that. She wouldn't let it.
”Of course,” she replied, looking back out at the courtyard. Green, alive. A promise to something, a secret to the rest of the world. It really was pretty. Eliza looked back to Morgan as he set about replying, his molten eyes searching the sky. He seemed so relaxed here, so effortless. Her eyes traced easy patterns over his unusual hair, his eyes of fire, the curve of his lips. Such a strange looking man. She waited, still interested in his reply, even if it would never happen because she wouldn't be around to see the city with him. Even if -
Something shifted. The very atmosphere around them. And though the smile lingered on his lips, Eliza could tell as he turned to look at her that he'd noticed it too. He spoke, low and not so different in tone from before, but the words themselves sent tension rippling through her. Someone's watching us. She forced herself to stay still, not turn and search the bushes like her instincts were screaming at her to do. She stared at Morgan, eyes widening just a fraction. Stupid, Eliza thought. She should've known better than to let her guard down in a place like this, even for a second. Because while Morgan and Sybil and Lenore and Remus seemed like decent people, she knew better than to think that everyone would be so hospitable. But she'd let herself relax, and why? Because a nice-looking young man - and she meant that literally, as in he'd looked kind, not, well, actually she supposed he was nice-looking in the other sense - had held her hand, smiled at her, looked at her in a way that made her feel warm and safe. She wasn't angry with Morgan; it wasn't his fault, he'd just been kind. She was annoyed with herself for letting it get to her head, be distracted, she thought as his fingers grazed her own.
Eliza could sense it now, their watcher's eyes boring into her back. ”What do we do?” She asked in a whisper, not out of fear but because he knew these people better than she did. If he thought it best to run, try to make an escape back over the wall, she'd follow his lead. If it was going to be a fight… She'd go with that too. She was weaponless save for the little knife tucked into her boot, another thing she was annoyed with herself about. If any of these people had guns she'd be seriously outmatched. Actually, she wondered, how many of them were there? She tilted her head as if still in conversation, biting her lip shyly. ”How many?” Eliza questioned softly, wondering how she was going to get her knife out of her boot.
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Sybil was flagging. It didn't take an expert to tell, or even a non drug-addled-exhausted-probably-also-a-little-peckish man, because Will could definitely tell. Her movements were getting sluggish, her punches lacking power. The man - was he a Rockshire? Will was getting the nagging sense that he was a Rockshire (probably from the general aura of trashiness he gave off. Will wasn't very fond of Rockshires, despite having been a prominent figure among them) - was slamming her, slugging her. And yet Sybil wasn't giving up. Will watched from his spot on the floor as she was punched over and over, to the arms to the gut to the chest. He watched as she was slammed into boards at the end of the bed.
And what did Will do? Nothing. What could he do? His last attempt had been so bad Sybil had had to tell him to stay out of it. He'd made it worse. But now she was so clearly losing. And while the man had obviously came for him, had not initially intended to kill anyone else, she'd angered him. And men like him… He might no be so lenient now. But - the man spoke, offering her… a deal. Take it, he silently urged. Take it, Sybil, or I swear to... Of course she didn't agree. She had to be stubborn and… and… Had she just…? Was she protecting him? Before he'd figured she was just fighting in self defense, and you know, he'd happened to be there but… apparently not. And here he was, doing nothing. Stupid, selfish Will. Stupid, stubborn Sybil. And then the man had Sybil pinned, his hand wrapped around her throat.
Are you really gonna sit back and watch this? It wasn't… He couldn't… Get up. Get up and don't be a coward.
A coward. The word echoed through his mind. He wasn't a coward. Get up. He did, pushing off the wall and staggering awkwardly to his feet. Will clutched the scalpel in his hands tightly, making his way over to the man and - he hesitated for a heartbeat. What was he doing? He couldn't… couldn't… The thought of - he blanched, panic rising in him because he couldn't…
I can't kill him. He was a coward. He couldn't kill the man. But -
”W.. Wi…”
But the man was going to kill Sybil.
He drove the scalpel into the Rockshire man’s shoulder. And then tackled him - though falling on him may have been the more accurate description, because Will couldn't say the attack was all that coordinated. ”Stop… insulting her…” Will muttered, trying to hold the man down. ”That's my job.” He was pretty sure he was close to fainting again. He also hadn't killed the man. He had stabbed him in shoulder. Which meant the man was probably angrier than he'd been before, if that was possible. Hey Sybil, I know you were just being choked, but anytime you want to jump in…?
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 6, 2016 17:56:05 GMT -5
[ I LOVE THOSE MOVIES HOLY CRAP ] [ ahhhh yeah tosses old freshies into a trash can upgrade ] [ it's alright Ult c: ] [ It's like being the doctor. You regenerate into 10 and then 11 and then 12 I am such a nerd ]
Remus glanced to Lenore at her words, raising his eyebrows slightly but he let her finish speaking before shifting a bit. "So they have" He said and let out a soft chuckle. Ah these Ravens were like...children almost. Or more likely they acted as they were, like mad ravens flocking together. Remus shifted slightly so he was leaning his elbow on the railing, looking to Lenore with a soft smile on his lips. "Lenore, if you think I am going to stop being around you because of what other Ravens think than you are surely bonkers" He said softly, trying to catch her eyes with his own. "I have dealt with this groups accusing glares before. I have dealt with their drama and their rumors when I first joined." he began to explain, knowing full well how this group worked and ticked. "Being a former Purple Dragon you get your fair share of rumors and fights. No one trusted me when I joined, in fact they all thought I had paid off Dante or was doing him favors on the side to get into his pockets" Remus muttered, the memories of his first few days coming through his mind like a slow moving train.
In fact the one person who didn't trust him in the slightest then was Sybil and Benny. More on Sybil than Benny. Sybil would always glare and growl at him when they met in the halls or were forced to speak to each other. People would whisper about who he was and why he was here. No one trusted him, no one respected him back then. They saw him as a enemy and only cared about their pay checks he would give to them. He was just the person who controlled the money but now...he had almost everyone's trust and was basically the only leader these Ravens could go to without having some kind of punishment thrusted onto them. He had turned their dying chain of gambling halls into one of the best in this city. All he had to do was work, work and work some more. So what if he was spending a little more time with Lenore? "I think they are just over thinking it. Bethany is just...Over protective" He said with a heavy sigh. In the end what was he suppose to do? Sure dismissing Bethany like that would seem odd but he really didn't want her to be lagging about screaming at a injured woman. It was best to dismiss her like that, to show that she had no right here. No power.
He had the power and Bethany had no right going and doing what he should be doing. He will figure out where the letter came from just....not out in the open. He would dig a little and if that meant he had to pull some strings then so be it.
He still had connections in the Purple Dragons at least. Heck he could even get Arthur to look into it. It wouldn't be the first time he would have to go into someone's past in order to learn what was happening. He just hoped she would tell him what was happening before he uncovered it. He wanted her to trust him and to believe that he could help or something. Trust was a thing he didn't hand out lightly here and Lenore had gained it, he hated to have to yank it away along with something else that he wasn't really sure of just yet.
Remus moved his body once more so his back was against the railing and away from the city. "To be honest Lenore I like talking to you. Your real in a sense about everything. That and you don't insult my taste in coats" He said with a chuckle, his eyes had been trained on her the whole time and he couldn't help but wonder what was going on inside that head of hers. He reached out and grasped her uninjured shoulder and turned her gently so he could look at her. He had enough of looking at the side of her face. "Don't worry about me Lenore. Worry about yourself. You'll show them how that you can be trusted in due time. You're talented like that" he muttered and tapped her cheek lightly. "Now enough moping around. I need to check on Sybil and Will in case they decorated the room with their own blood. Would you like to join me or stay out here?" He asked, reaching up to fix the buttons on his coat and straighten up. He didn't want Lenore to worry about what others thought of him. He didn't want her to worry period about him. The ravens might second guess her now but they will trust her just like they did with him.
Besides Bethany was probably only voicing her own worries. The girl had come to the Ravens young and willing to work for whatever coin she could get. Bethany had actually gone through the ranks of ravens in a different way if you thought about it. She started out as just a girl that cleaned the floors after the night is over to working the card tables and right to the bar. The bar was the best job to have next to working the card tables, that and it was a good place to gather info from Lords and drop some tips here and there. Remus had put Bethany there so she could gather anything interesting and to show case her own skills of making a mean drink. Bethany was not handy with a knife, could barely aim a pistol and fire it at any human being that had blood in their veins and she blushed harder at any flirtatious wink that came her way. She was just too soft for the jobs in the outside world that the Ravens lived in. So he kept her inside the little nest where she was surrounded by a family that made her feel welcomed. Maybe she felt that she should be doing what Sybil or Lenore was doing but to be honest she wasn't fit for that.
He was sure to talk privately with Bethany after he checked on the Terrible power couple in the infirmary. He should talk to her and just get her blood down from a boil. Cooling her down could mean he could cool the heads of other ravens. But he would look into this letter himself. He won't tell anyone of it, he will keep tight lips around this and investigate. He just hoped Lenore wasn't hiding anything major from him for if she was well.....he didn't know if he would be one kicked puppy or one angry Raven. Either way, he wouldn't handle it well. The last person he had felt like this around, and had trusted he well....it wasn't pretty he could tell you that. Just go to show, be careful when you are experimenting in the gang life. Even trying to be somewhat normal proved to be a challenge. Remus nodded to the door way, a light smile on his lips.
Just trust me Lenore.....
Don't make me loose trust in you. Don't let them be right.
Please don't let them be right
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Sybil felt like she was about to black out any minute from how hard he was squeezing. She could either die from suffocation or she could die from a busted neck. She opened and closed her mouth like a fish gasping for water. Her hands began to slug and her gray eyes rolled into the back of her head. For one scary moment she thought she would die right here on the floor and then be stuck in whatever hell was waiting for her.
Don't die Sybil you still have to go visit the sunny places in the world. You still have so many books to read...don't die Sybil. Don't give up....
But she wanted to. She wanted to give up.
But then air came to her lungs and she heard a cry of pain enter her eyes. Will. She thought to herself. Her sight slowly came back to her eyes and her lungs drank in the air even though just breathing felt like stuffing hot coals down her throat. She could see Will now -- the scalpel he had plunged into the attackers shoulder and his added weight was pressing down on the man that was beginning to stand up. Sybil didn't wait a beat before grabbing the knife she had been clawing for and bolted upwards with it, plunging it deep into his chest. "I'll tell your friends that you were killed by a pathetic little runt" She growled at the man, the knife sinking into the skin deeper and deeper, a blood of scarlet flowing from the wound and staining the white shirt he had on. The attacker didn't even spit out words, just a gurgle rising in his throat with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. She scowled at his face, her eyes light with anger while his were dimming and his body was slowly sinking. She yanked the knife from his chest and pushed back, letting him fall to the floor and create a pool of blood around his lifeless form. She tossed the blood knife away, her chest heaving up and down.
Her lungs burned and her body felt bruised like a orange but she should be happy that the only blood that spilled from her body was the small nick in her neck. Nothing serious. Now the only blood that had been spilled was the attackers. She wondered if she really should have killed the man. If she should had just punched the lights out of him and tied him up. That she could have over powered the man and take him down. But she would never have been able to, not after he had just choked most of the air from her lungs. After nearly being killed it did a number on you. She closed her eyes after a moment and leaned against the end boards of one of the infirmary beds, the world tipping after a moment. She must have gotten up too fast, didn't take in enough air so she could move. But she had to act, she saw the look Will had given her. Speaking of Will....
She looked over to Will and forced herself to move. "Come on..." She said softly -- hoarsely actually just barely a whisper -- and walked over to Will where she then began to force the man upwards by taking his arm over her shoulder. "If you faint on the floor, you'll just get blood all over ya" She helped him back to the bed, knocking away cards that he had sent flying in the first moments of the fight. She didn't dare look back toward the body, she didn't dare look Will in the eye when she sat down on the far side of the bed while hunching over to catch her breath. Great, and she had to toss herself back into a fight tomorrow. She had been hoping to show up to the fight without any sort of bruises to get in her way. Not to mention she hadn't expected to fight a big guy so soon. Did it worry her that she had slowed down so quickly to such a large man? No not really....the infirmary wasn't all that big and she couldn't move as much as she would like. Tomorrow she would have a better chance at fighting, she would have more energy and wouldn't be surprised so easily. Plus there was no one else that she knew of that was this big and packed with muscle.
"Are you....alright?" She asked after a moment, slowly wiping her hands on her pants. There was some smudges of blood on her hands, his blood, and she couldn't stand the sight of it. She has...never really killed someone like that before. So close and bloody, watching the life drain from their eyes. Most of the time she would just pull out a pistol and let the bullet snap their lives in half. She never minded it before but geez...it scared her. Her hands shook slightly so she clasped them together -- her eyes trained on the ground. She enjoyed breathing. Breathing was a good thing.
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 6, 2016 21:03:31 GMT -5
( I KNOOOOOWWW. home alone was my childhood and christmas XDD yas Cx upgrade them freshies haha
it’s oke ult~ let me type up a reply for eliza right now after i eat breakfast c; my parents are kinda impatient and they're calling me right now gahhh oh no. not another reference *hides* )
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She’d been listening to him with her eyes watching the night city down below. To be quite honest, she wasn’t looking at the lights and admiring how the stands looked like stars against a black canvas. To anyone who glanced over her way it would look like she was silently regarding the city only, as her expression didn’t quite change to his words. But her mind was clicking, and her ears were open. She’d been listening to him, about to incorporate a few light-hearted remarks here and there to what he said to keep the atmosphere from plummeting, until he’d gently grabbed her shoulder and turned her around so that she was facing him, encouraging her. And pretty much her dark eyes were facing his blue gaze, goodnatured even with the sharp keenness that remained in them. Most of the times, it wasn’t too heard for Lenore to pick out the people who lied. They always had some peculiar habit to accompany their words, even if it was the subtlest thing there could possibly be. Their eyes could slide down for a moment before returning to hers, or they would rub the backs of their neck nervously. And for those who really were good at keeping their secrets together, sometimes their words could hold contradiction — or the things they said and the situation around them wouldn’t match. Or they’d say something that was completely out of character for them. She wasn’t surprised that his eyes held no lies.
Lenore blinked her eyes when she felt her cheek being tapped lightly and listened to his words with her shoulders loosening from his previous touch to her shoulder. She hadn’t been expecting him to do so, and it left her a faintly startled. There you go again, saying things that make me feel different. Yes, she had thought of him as bonkers and yes, she still did. Because, to be quite frank, no one with a normal head would ever tell her that they wouldn’t stop talking to her, or that they even liked talking to her, or throw in a small joke about coats, or tell her that she was talented aside from stabbing and hiding manipulating and being cold-hearted towards the most heart wrenching things there could be. They utilized her in missions, and she would simply return back with the correct information to pass on or a man murdered. No one would tell her that this genuinely with a soft chuckle and a chance for her to take a small glimpse into their past as they spoke of her, actually seeming to believe in her. And what she thought could be childish and a little cliche, she understood that quite well and did feel odd about the way she was thinking, but she was starting to understand why a few heroines in their respective novels would thinking of those very words when they were with someone like this. Why they would even conjure such thoughts as they looked into the eyes of the person directly in front of them.
Remus Hawkins you really are bonkers.
And perhaps that was why she was worried about him. She still hadn’t forgotten the look in his eyes the other night, the way how lost he’d looked, or the way how tense and uncertain he’d been with his back slightly bent and his hands curled over his coat. She still hadn’t forgotten what he’d done, throwing himself underneath the train like that when she was well-aware that they all (excluding Eliza, poor girl) would have taken whatever Dante threw in their way without a trace of complaint. She wouldn’t have, either. She worried about him, because she knew that as alluring the things he spoke of sounded, many would continue to second guess her and look at her as someone they feared, someone they saw as unsettling and utterly hidden away. She felt the corners of her lip quirk just a little. I’ve been told quite often that my personality is rather horrid.
From the moment she’d grabbed the hilt of a knife, she’d changed from the girl who held a book dearly to the woman who held a gun. She had almost remained with them, she knew, as there had been a point in her life when she’d almost let them control her as they forced her her forget what had made her before, the faces that had changed her before. Their methods were painful, but efficient. She had felt power surge through her veins as she pointed the end of her weapon to the throats of the people who pleaded her for mercy, or those who glared up at her with hateful eyes. It had almost blinded her. She had almost been addicted to the power that she held over these lives. That had all changed when she’d run into the Ravens. She had started holding values towards lives, pulling out her gun only when necessary. She had started feeling affectionate towards a few of the Ravens, and she had started to worry for many of them. Now… she found that she couldn’t see them wounded or harmed without feeling a surge of cold anger. She couldn’t see the one person she trusted turning his back.
There was a small pause of silence before Lenore reached out and gingerly grabbed the edge of his coat. She didn’t speak up for a bit, and her eyes looked troubled — as if she were conflicted about what she was about to say. But she got the feeling that Remus would listen, and that was all that mattered. “They sent me one of their mercenaries. Lazarus Ellison,” she spoke, her voice quiet. “You’ve heard of him, haven’t you?” Her dark eyes focused on one of the buttons on his coat, and though her expression remained quite collected, there was something else to it. “When you left with Benny…. he came to me and told me that the Crestles needed someone who could deliver the message without being recognized by any other Raven. That letter… it was only supposed to be for me to read with Morgan. You weren’t supposed to know about it. They probably expected the two of us to turn ourselves over.” And Eliza, she thought, but didn’t want to speak of the girl’s name, as if uttering her name itself would somehow involve her deeper into the rising situation. “I would have done what they wanted, probably getting myself killed along the way. But I—” I trusted you. I still do. I thought that… maybe this once I wouldn’t have to deal with them alone. “I came to you, hoping that you would know what to do after I further heard about the raven.” The words that came off of her held more meanings underneath than she realised, revealing quite a bit of her thoughts and faith in Remus. The old Lenore would’ve never asked for anyone’s help in the first place. Her pride would have gotten in her way, and her loneness would have prevented her from trusting anyone else. That was the Lenore the Crestles knew.
Her gaze still didn’t match up to look at his, as if afraid that he would call her out for a lie she wasn’t even making. This was too much like what had happened before in her lifetime, and it somehow made her feel smaller than she already was. It made her feel tense, blinking as red flashed past her eyes. It made her feel like that ‘Little Girl’ again, uncertain and naive, and she detested the memories that surfaced from the back of her mind.
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 6, 2016 22:38:24 GMT -5
( sorry for the late reply ult! i'm back from morning chores and all that good stuff cx
when it typed the word ‘murmured’ autocorrect tried to change it into ‘mermaid’ ._. goodness gracious )
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Though his shoulders had tensed, there was something still quite relaxed about Morgan — the way how his molten eyes remained on her face, how he seemed to remain so effortless even in the midst of the change of the air and the realisation that several eyes were set on them. He silently cursed himself for being careless, though. He hadn’t forgotten that they were two very wanted individuals by the Crestles, but he’d lowered his guard all because… well, all because of Eliza. There was no part of him that made him think that it was her fault somehow, or that she really had any play in what outcome could follow. She’d really been nothing but understanding, really, and quite patient at that too even with all the chaos happening around herself. And… well, like he’d already thought before, he found her someone he felt quite at ease with.
“I’m not entirely sure,” he murmured back, his warm red-golden eyes never quite leaving her, as if he were talking to her. Up close like this in the distance they were in, he could see the specks in her tranquil eyes. He’d thought that she was quite attractive, even back in the whole party where the mess had begun with her elegant soft blue gown and her golden brown curls falling over her cheeks. Though shadows dappled over her face and the darkness hid the color of her cheeks now, he still did. Once this whole mess was over and she was away from the grasp of any of the organisations, she’d settle in well wherever she found herself in the next few years, he thought. She’d probably have a nice family — and a befitting husband to match her curiosity and warmth. Unless, of course, she was planning to follow a different life. After all, her brother did seem a little protective of her.
His lashes swept down in one graceful gesture as she bit her lips shyly, and he allowed himself to glance away briefly as if embarrassed and uncertain of what to say. They could probably pass as actors, he thought with a flicker of faint wry amusement. His silvery hair gently blew against his cheek from the night’s wind, though his hands remained where they were. “Three, I think.” His mind matched pieces together, planning, thinking. If there were three, they were outmatched by one. They could probably deal with the number; he trusted that Eliza was skilled if she had enough confidence to volunteer to be a part of the upcoming brawl. But… if they held a gun each, that would make the story completely different. There’d be no way both of them would leave the courtyard unscathed. His jaws tightened. It didn’t seem like the case, though, he understood with caution. If it had, they would have shot already, immobilising his leg. If they aimed for Eliza, he could carry her and run and still have a slim chance of getting away. If he were shot, there was no way for her to drag him out; he was surprisingly heavy for how slim he looked from all the years of running and fighting. At least they didn’t seem to have the weapons. Why would they wait so long to shoot, otherwise?
“Do you have something with you?” He murmured quietly as he gently took her hand and pulled her up so that she was standing with him, his eyes returning to focus onto hers, the soft hearth in his eyes more placid than panicked. There was a streak of subtle confidence to his naturally sanguine face, the genuine quirk of his lips reassuring. Although he was nearly certain that whoever was watching them were not set out to kill them, necessarily, he didn’t want Eliza defenceless without a weapon. Anything was better than nothing at this point.
That was when he heard the unnatural rustling of the leaves and found himself pulling Eliza to the side as he avoided the tip of a glinting razor, brighter and bolder than any royal armour could ever be.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 6, 2016 22:58:25 GMT -5
[ I just spent almost an hour typing a reply and it just got high jacked by the stupid internet breaking down l;kjdfip;jas ]
let's do this again
[ home alone was my LIFFFEE ] [ I will make all the references >:U ] [ the reply was longer but I forgot a lot when my computer done goofed it all up ;3; ]
Remus didn't budge when he felt a tug on his coat, nor did he react to when Lenore began to speak. He didn't portray emotion over his face, just kept a veil of calm that covered anything he felt while looking at this girl. He let her speak, he let her words fall from her lips and into the air around them. And when she was done he shifted slightly where he stood and reached out to tip her chin upwards. "Lenore...from hearing all that I just want to say thank you. For telling me." And for not forcing my hand. For not having to make me go and rip my trust from your hands. He smiled down at her, his fingers holding her chin up so he could look at her. There he was touching her face again. Did he have a problem or something?
"I have heard of this man....the Purple Dragons spoke a lot of him back then so it doesn't surprise me that he somehow snuck into the infirmary without anyone knowing. I am glad you didn't go off and do this by yourself or that you didn't take Morgan with you. I don't know what I would have done if I figured out you two went off to hand over your heads to the Crestles" He began, tipping his head a bit, the faint moon light from the sky that was covered in a thin sheet of clouds. It wasn't much but he hoped she could see his smile on his face. He wanted her to know that he was not angry or upset at her for withholding this information. It was like taking to a child almost with these kind of topics for who wasn't a child at heart? He was, he could tell you that some day over a drink. You don't go and scream and yell at the child for making a small mistake, you talk to them. You talk to them on a human level. And that was what he was doing to Lenore. She was a human being that deserved to be spoken on a level that was not disrespectful or degrading. He was not upset, he was just calm. He let his veil of calm influence his words that he was going to say to Lenore. He shifted slightly, glancing down at his hand that held her chin and slowly removed it so it rested on her uninjured shoulder. "I don't think I would have been happy if I saw you dead by Crestle hands. I would raise such a riot that all of London would burn at the sight" He said with a light chuckle to is voice. "I just...."
"I'm just glad you trusted me with telling me about it before doing anything rash." He continued after letting his words trail off into the air for a moment. He was trying to pick the right words with this, trying to be as graceful as he would with a negotiation between two leaders. He was trying to be delicate and considerate while also wanting to let her know that she was no longer alone. Whenever he spoke to Lenore he felt as if she was just that. Alone and distant. That she chose to not really care about others. At first it had been like that, whenever he saw her in the mornings she seemed like she would rather be anywhere else. But now she seemed warmer. That she cared about those around her and would do anything for them. That she was a real Raven this time. That she was a part of them and that no one would dare touch her. If they did then he would set fire to all of London, he would cut the heads off the royal family if he had to if it meant that she- or er um his Ravens no wait.
Ah he wasn't even talking and he was already messing things up in his own mind.
"I know you might have more to say to me Lenore, and I am willing to listen to whatever you need to say. I won't turn my back on you if you tell me things that bother you. I won't turn my eyes away. I won't turn my back. Ravens don't surrender." He said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. In fact he didn't know if he was talking at all. He jut knew his lips were moving and that things were coming from his mouth. He stared at Lenore for a long moment before turning his gaze to the city, trying to be casual about it while also trying to force his face to remain at a level temperature instead of just heating up. He felt it too, his face trying to flush from this conversation. She always made him feel like this didn't she?
She made him feel nervous and uncertain, she made his palms sweat sometimes and his thoughts go all over the place. She made him worry and saw through his armor like he wasn't even wearing any. He was just a human being to her while she was something else to him. Something odd and....special. Do people still label others that made them feel like that? Special?
You've gone nuts Remus Hawkins.....You haven't felt this way since Rayla
That was of course a part of his memory that he refused to talk about. He had a whole thing that he didn't want to get into but he felt that if Lenore asked then she would clearly get the whole thing. He didn't like talking about his past, he didn't like mention his past employers. The past two gangs he was in have been nothing but groups he had burned to the ground in some way. One was a group he had literally blew off the map because of his play in their downfall and the other, Purple Dragons, had wanted his head on a stick since he betrayed them. He had the same mind set for the Black Ravens at first but....that changed. Something in him clicked and decided that he liked this group. That he would keep it. Make it better and stronger and he did. He started out on the bottom and here he was....talking to a girl that made him feel like a little boy that didn't know how to ride a horse. He had no idea if he liked this mesh of feelings or if he hated it. More on the like side then hate.
"Now how about we get inside, and talk about it in the warmth of the infirmary? Unless you want to stay out here and get a little cold with that wound Miss Lenore" He said with a faint smile to his lips, his blue eyes turning back to hers and again his eyes locked to hers. He found himself looking in her eyes more and more. And touching her. Oh geez. He let his hand fall away from her shoulder slowly, back down to his sides where again he didn't know what to do with them. Ah Remus Hawkins you were a fool in a mans body!
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 7, 2016 8:29:09 GMT -5
( werewroije@(I)(#I@#)(i23 oh my goodness i hate it when that happens…. i'm so sorry 8ㅁ8
home alone just…. i remember laughing so much as a kid watching Harry’s hat set on fire and Marv get slammed in the head with a paint bucket though i felt really bad i guess i was a really sadistic kid lol aaa nooo save us from the references xux
weoirjweoi2 TvT
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Lenore felt her face being tilted upwards and found herself gazing straight into Remus’ turquoise eyes. Again. They seemed to draw her in, pulling her deeper into a place where for the first time in a while, she did not know what she was getting into. While she did not mind venturing around a new area and its immediate resources, she found it difficult to enjoy — especially since most of the parts in the city were dark, where the rain made the cement slick and slippery, and puddles pooled around the dips of the slightly curved street. If she was not careful with where she placed her feet, she could end up with a bullet in her head and not just her arm. It lead her to liking destinations she was already familiar with, knowing where she was going and where she was heading. This place that Remus seemed to draw her in, though, had no defined surface, unfamiliar and unknown to her. But it felt much different from just simply blundering into an unknown area feeling an ominous fog cloud over the possibilities that she could face. It felt… She didn’t really know how to describe it, really. Looking into his eyes like this that seemed to genuinely reach out to her, pulling her away from the small haven of isolation she’d locked herself in, made her feel odd. She’d expected herself to feel crippled when someone managed to get past that transparent and firmly set wall, but she only really felt… safe. She wasn’t entirely too sure how to approach or describe the butterflies that gyrated in her stomach, or exactly register the value of what his gestures and understanding meant.
It puzzled her to see the recognition in his eyes as he held her there, with his head tipped to the side and a faint smile gracing his lips. His eyes seemed to reflect the bright moon that was concealed behind thin wisps of clouds, and the light dancing within his gaze seemed to tell her that he believed her. Not a hint of anger traced his face. She couldn’t even catch a trace of disappointment there on his expression, or upon his lightly curved lips. If they’d handed themselves over to the Crestles, the brawl wouldn’t have to happen. If they’d handed themselves over, whatever danger that may happen the next day wouldn’t have to happen. If they’d handed themselves over…. If she’d handed herself over, a problem that could cause a rift amongst the Ravens, most of them wouldn’t have to concern themselves any further with collisions in their own groups. She found herself conjuring these excuses — any excuses — to find herself brush his hand away and pull herself back into the small circle she was so used to remaining in. But his gaze was firm, and she found that she could not withdraw herself from his steady grasp.
Lenore remained still as he slowly moved his hand onto her shoulder, fearful that if she spoke whatever illusion she was watching would snap, and she would be left facing a different reality. She heard the small laugh in his voice as he spoke and his voice trailed off, and searched his face with her own dark eyes. Burn all of London? She thought, more faintly surprised than amused. Did he hold that much value to her? Was she worth that much to him? The raven that had rejected its own flock and sat on the perch of a different tree from the others? The thoughts were swept away temporarily by his next words, which left them both in a small pause of quiet from the silence that nestled in between them. I’m glad that you trusted me. The words lingered in her mind, staying there what seemed for like an endless amount of time. I'm glad that I trusted you too. It was then she saw his eyes flicker as he thought, and see a small light of fierceness in his eyes that ignited a storm of blue fire. What had he been thinking of? It didn’t seem like those flames had been directed towards her, she could tell that much from the way how distant he looked for a moment, even though she was the only one with him on the balcony.
The blue flames seemed to die down as he spoke again, to which she could not quite find herself answering. She wanted to say something — but really, what could she say? He would listen. He wouldn’t turn his back. And she believed him. Somewhere at the back of her mind, she was aware that, no matter how much she trusted anyone with her life, most of her fears and worries would remain in her mind, closed off from anyone’s reach. It was nearly impossible for her to lay down the things that ate at her — she was too used to keeping them to herself, no matter how much she actually wanted them to know and wanted to tell them. As a girl she had found herself hesitating, and eventually resigning to the voice that spoke in her head to keep quiet about the frightening eyes that had watched her from the windows, dilated and twisted and horrid. As a girl, she’d never been able to open up her worries to anyone. Not to Lazarus, who had been kind in his own way to her at the time, and not to those who she had loved. But she would remember what he said. They meant more than he would probably know. And maybe, bit by bit, she could finally able to lift the heavy curtain she had closed around her head. Maybe one day she’d be able to share the weights that pulled her down with him. She found herself hoping that, someday, he would do the same. No words escaped from her lips as she listened to his soft and mellow voice. His eyes fixated onto hers for what felt like a short amount of time before they moved to the view the night city offered. Was he blushing? The question augmented her surprise. It was faint and almost completely hidden from the darkness that encircled them, though she had managed to spot a very, very light dust of color across his cheeks. It seemed to fade away before she could think about it really or confirm that indeed the Remus Hawkins had indicated any sign of shyness.
"Now how about we get inside, and talk about it in the warmth of the infirmary? Unless you want to stay out here and get a little cold with that wound, Miss Lenore.”
His voice pulled her out of her reverie, and now she found herself trying to suppress the heat that traveled up to her cheeks at the mention of ‘miss.’ Lenore wasn’t sure why that word had made her feel — if she daresay it — embarrassed. But it had. The mention of the wound seemed to make it ache, though it was more bearable somehow since she wasn’t alone in a dark infirmary. She was with him, and he was talking with her like this. She found his spirited voice to be often times what dimmed the loneliness she felt as he chattered away, enthusiastic and lively even in what seemed like the darkest times there could be. And, well, it was quite pleasant to listen to.
She was aware that he seemed to realise that his hand had been resting on her shoulder for quite some time, and felt faintly amused at the sight of him looking quite uncertain of what to do with himself. The confident streak that had shown through his voice seemed to waver on his face when he slowly withdrew his hand, and she found her curled hand lightly hiding the genuine smile that pulled at her lips.
Reaching out, Lenore gently took ahold of Remus’ hand as she made her way over towards the vast hallways of the residence once again, her footsteps light and quiet even against the marbled parts of the floor. She wasn’t holding onto him tightly; if he let the strength in his hand drop, he could easily pull away. And her small hand didn’t exactly hold his alone — rather, she couldn’t. So instead, she was holding onto his two long fingers as she pulled him along. When she glanced back, her eyes held the usual light of mischievousness, though there was something to her gaze that made her demeanour softened. She teased him quite gently, too, trying to ease the ambivalence he seemed to feel. “That certainly does sound like a good idea, Mister Hawkins. After all, it would be shame if any of us caught something from staying outside too long.”
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write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 7, 2016 9:44:54 GMT -5
[[ another short one, sorry. going home later today so I'll actually have time for decent replies (I'll do Eliza's reply then, I don't have any more time right now) ]]
The corners of Will's vision had started to fade out, sounds were muffled, unclear. His body felt too hot, detached from himself. He was sweating. Fainting, fainting, fainting. He knew the feeling by this point, recognized it from earlier that day but also from before. All he could do was try to hold the man down, try to keep him from killing him before Sybil did something about it. The room felt very floaty all of the sudden. He couldn't feel the man beneath him anymore, although he knew in a surreal sort of way that he was. Anytime now Sybil, he thought desperately.
And there she was, as if reading his mind. Or perhaps he'd spoken aloud - Will wasn't entirely sure. He pushed away from the man, rolling over to the side of one of the beds. He did not get off the floor. No, he lay there immobile for an immeasurable expanse of time - a few years equal more likely to a couple seconds, a minute or two. He did not pass out, either. Slowly he came back to himself, eyes squeezed shut and body curled in fetal position. Alive, he was alive. Beaten, bruised, though not so much from this fight actually, but still alive. And he wasn't sure but he thought Sybil might be, too. A laugh bubbled in Will's gut - hysteria - but he pushed it down. It was not time to be hysterical. He wanted to sleep, only sleep, for maybe a hundred years or so…
An arm slid around and under his shoulder, hauling him to his feet. He complied, standing shakily. Sybil , he realized quickly, because there was a height difference - Sybil was pretty short, even for a girl, and Will was tall, even for a boy - which made the whole endeavor slightly awkward, a lot of leaning and hunching for him, not to mention his clumsy movements. ”I already have blood all over…” he mumbled in response, realizing it was true. His white shirt, already having been torn and disheveled beforehand, was soaked in blood. His pants were better, at least - still not clean of blood, but passable and less noticeable because of their dark colouring. Will saw that she was getting him back to the bed, his mind shouting ‘Sleep! Yes! Sleep!’ but he stayed sitting up, not wanting to get blood all over the white sheets. ”Sybil, um -”
All words died in Will's throat as he caught sight of the body. Body as in lifeless, dead. The man's chest did not rise and fall. There was blood on the floor, spilling spreading slowly outwards. The man was dead. As in, Sybil had killed him. Will's face went dangerously white. His stomach lurched. He couldn't look at it; he couldn't turn away.
Sybil’s voice broke through his trance, and he shook his head. ”I'm… Are you alright? You…” You saved my life. The thought stilled him. She had, at least twice during the fight. Over and over, really, if he counted how she'd stepped between the man and him over and over while Will had sat there uselessly. She'd chosen to fight over giving him up, letting the man have him and keeping herself safe. She'd been choked, suffocated… His mind reeled. It was a lot to take in, these most recent events. ”You saved my life,” Will said quietly, unable to look at her. His fingers brushed over a lone card left on the bed, turning it over. Two of hearts. Red, like… ”I… I don't know how to thank-”
His words broke off abruptly, eyes widening. Will straightened, then leaned over the side of the bed away from Sybil away from Sybil away from Sybil - and threw up on the floor. Smooth, he thought, mortified. If his face hadn't already been gray and pasty it would've probably turned lobster red. Vomiting while trying to offer profound thanks to someone for saving your life. Great, just great.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Aug 7, 2016 17:22:53 GMT -5
[ yasssss I'm home at lasttttttt ] [ It's arlgiht Ult, I have been a bit busy as well today, running all over the place o3o ] [ home alone was the life I wanted to have. bkfksahdf ] [ no all the references will be made >:V ] [ Will that is some expert lady moves. EXPERT ]
Sybil glanced up toward Will when he began to speak, her breathing was somewhat back to her lungs but it hurt to swallow any air. A deep, red, thick ring circled around her throat, the attackers hands printed out across her skin for the world to see. "I'm....fine" She said, even though her whole body felt like stone, her high from the adrenaline was leaking away and she felt as if she was going to be hurting even more after the brawl tomorrow. "Not enough to stop me from fighting tomorrow" She added as much as it pained her to speak. All she wanted at this point? That syringe full of pain medicine and a large glass of water. A pitcher even. She kept her gray eyes on him when he spoke again, and tipped her head to the side. He looked as pale as a sheet.
"You can thank me b-" She began
And then he hurled.
Yes the great William Gansey leaned over the bed and hurled, right in the middle of him speaking. She lurched back and crinkled her nose. "-byyy not doing that" She said and looked up to the sky, as if the lord was watching and she was praying for swift guidance. She tucked her feet onto the bed and scooted slowly closer to Will, reaching out to pat his pat. It seemed like something people would do when they hurl. "There, there...You can thank me by getting better Will" She muttered, letting out a rough sigh as she watched him. Had the man never seen a person die before and bleed out? To be honest this Will was very different than the William Gansey of the Rockshires that she had come to know over the years. Did she want to say she enjoyed this more human side of William? That she rather see this side instead of the disgusting creep that liked to toy with her by getting her upset and flustered from just being dumb? She would say yes, she rather prefer this puking and pale man than the William Gansey that liked to toy with women.
But if she had a option of a non-puking man then she would choose that. In a blink of an eye.
Remus could feel the blood rush not to his cheeks but to his ears when he felt Lenore grasp his two fingers, not exactly holding hands but it was close to it. And the odd part was that he didn't mind it at all. He didn't care it anyone saw them 'holding fingers?' Was that a thing? Who knew. He just knew that it brought a smile to his face when she finally spoke after his little speech on the balcony. "A shame indeed Miss Lenore" He said and offered a smile that was just as mischievous as her own eyes looked in the light. "It would be a darn shame" He couldn't help but let a low chuckle rise from his chest and through his mouth, quickening his steps so he could walk beside Lenore back to the infirmary. He didn't know what had really transpired between them in that moment in time. Maybe it was something good; maybe it was something horrible and dangerous. But then again this whole place a rat hot waiting to explode with fires and mayhem. He was just the one poking at the flames and enjoying the show. So let the other Ravens whisper and glare towards them. He didn't care.
He just wanted to enjoy the moment right there with him and Lenore. Glad that this little moment had turned into something good for the both of them. Now all he could hope for was that Will and Sybil were behaving in the infirmary.
At least he would be happy to learn that they did get along.
When Remus opened the door to the infirmary, he was expecting Sybil to be tying William upside down on the over head lights, lighting his hair on fire and slowly cutting insults into his skin. He expected William to be teasing Sybil so much that she would go pure red in the face and angry enough to heat the whole gambling hall through winter. What he didn't expect was a dead man on the floor, a bloody knife next to him and William hurling with a bruised Sybil sitting next to him. Remus stood in the doorway, watching the two. His mouth fell open a bit and all the happy feeling he had swirling around his head a moment ago? Gone.
Sybil looked up at the sound of the door opening and only cringed at the sight of Remus and Lenore. "Um...we had some unwanted visitors" She said softly, stilling patting Williams back awkwardly while also trying not to look at the barf on the floor. And all over the deck of cards. Great. Benny wasn't going to be wanting those back any time soon. Remus pulled his hand away from Lenore -- wait were they holding hands? -- and bunched his fingers up into his hair as he stared at the dead man. "Explain." He said, the unspoken words being: Explain before I go full bat crazy on the both of you and make you eat knives later.
"Well um...to put it short. A man -- most likely from the Rockshires -- came here to kill Will with the knife. I protected him, he strangled me, Will stabbed him but didn't kill him, but I did stab him and did kill him and well now Will is puking all over the floor." She said, her voice sounded rough and she flinched a few times while speaking. Remus could only tug on his hair a bit before smoothing his back and letting out a deep sigh. "Okay...Okay I won't freak out. The Rockshires are just scared....Okay" Remus let out a long sigh and he too looked up to the sky before nudging Lenore inside. "I'm gonna get Benny and you all stay here. I'll call in Edward and Harold to clean this up, I know they won't talk about this" Remus began. Like a switch Remus was back to business, his eyes darting around to assess everything that happened. Sybil looked beaten and battered, Will had blood soaked into his clothes but not his own blood. The attackers blood. "The Rockshires probably thought Will would be unprotected...ahhhh" Remus muttered and glared at the dead body, like he could set it on fire with his gaze alone and let the ashes soak into the floor. Instead he turned on his heels and went right back to sprinting about.
Sybil didn't look at Lenore directly, one because she felt like if she moved her eyes from the door she would see not one Lenore but two. She only shifted her weight on the bed and kept her knees tucked up to her chest. She was silent, watching the door way intently. She could barely grasp what had just happened to them, what she had just done. She killed a man and was trying not to hurl with Will onto the floor. Cause lets be honest that stuff stinks. It wasn't pretty nor attractive. Maybe the only time that William Gansey was ever considered ugly to her eyes. By the time Remus did come back, Benny was right behind him along with Harold and Edward who came with mops and sponges. "I leave you two in here for not even a full night and something still ends up making it a mess" Benny grumbled, walking right across the floor --through the blood puddle without a flinch at the dead body -- and opening up cabinets and drawers. Edward only seemed to look disgusted, his mustaches moving up as his lips curled into a grimace. "You done beat him good Sybil" He muttered, reaching with the mop and poking the dead body. Everyone else didn't seem phased by it, in fact Remus looked more annoyed then disturbed when he saw the body. "He got me good too" She grumbled, trying her best not to talk too much.
"Oi Gansey, you puke anything else up?" Harold said, covering his mouth with his heavily tattooed hand ( Note: not the man that had been punching on Will when he first arrived ) and cringed at the mess. "Just get it cleaned up boys and you can expect a big bonus in your pay if you keep your mouths shut about this." Remus said, the two man only grumbling as they began to remove the body and clean up the blood and puke. Meanwhile, on the side of the bed that Will hadn't hurled on, Benny had turned Sybil toward him and was pushing the needle of the syringe into her skin the whole thing filled with pain medicine. "Half to you and Half to Gansey" Benny said, injecting Sybil and then William. Benny did his magic of course, pressing his fingers around Sybil's through to judge the damage before forcing a pitcher of water into her hands. "Drink it" He said, the clean and cold water sloshing around in the container. She didn't hesitate to drink from it, making sure the glass didn't directly touch her lips just in case it was riddled with germs. But she did drink, she drank nice and slow, some cold water dribbling out from the side of her lips. But it felt good against her throat.
Remus stood by in silence and watched, keeping his eyes on the door and the two men working to clean this mess up. "I want his body strung up at the Rockshire's main hideout. Send them a little message attached as well." Remus muttered with that burn to his eyes coming back. Just when he had thought he would sleep tonight in peace, he was back to being angry. Furious.
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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 7, 2016 23:29:46 GMT -5
[[ I'm so tired it's only 12:30 though rip me
that's right Will knows just how to get the girls ]]
Three attackers. It was a guess, but it was all she had to go off of. Three attackers - or watchers, she supposed, because they hadn't resorted to violence just yet - and only two of them. If Morgan was correct, they'd be outnumbered. Eliza had only a knife on her, and she'd spotted a dagger on Morgan but no gun. If their opponents had firearms, they'd be completely outgunned. And, since they were in a group, watching them from the trees, the maybe-three had them outplanned. Eliza's usual strategy was to outsmart her opponents, avoid direct conflict altogether, but surrounded as they were she doubted that would happen. The odds were against them, and neither of them had a plan.
She considered their alternatives if they really were under attack. First, which was her preferred option, run. They could try to get back over the wall, make for the main hall where hopefully their attackers would be unwilling to carry the fight - not among the patrons who funded their paychecks (assuming these people were Black Ravens). They could end up being cornered, which would default to options two or three. Alternatively, if they did in fact have guns, they might be shot and killed before even making it over the wall. The second option was to stand their ground and fight. The violent approach, favoured by your everyday ruffians and thugs - the baddies couldn't beat them if Morgan and Eliza beat them first. As mentioned previously however, according to their little information about their opponents, they might be outgunned and outmanned, which would send them right to option three. Being, of course, dying. It held only the downside of a one-hundred percent fatality rate. So, really, not an option. It was fight or flight.
Eliza held Morgan's gaze as he pulled her to his feet. His eyes remained stoic, confident even despite the threat. He was rather young for someone high up in the hierarchy of the Ravens, she realized. What skills did he possess that would have earned him that status, kept him confident in a situation of danger with this many unknowns - she was reminded again of how little she actually knew about him. Eliza's eyes, on the other hand, had hardened. Not cruelly - her eyes were daylight green alexandrite, hard and impenetrable. The keen spirit that usually dominated them was still there, visible past her solid resolve. She had the eyes of a survivor - but she smiled as if she hadn't a care in the the world, soft and unhurried. She didn't need to ask what he meant. ”I have a knife in my boot,” she replied equally quietly. It was a tiny little blade - simple, sharp, unadorned. It was better than nothing, certainly. She had good technique in a fight but lacked muscle behind her punches, much to her chagrin.
That was when the leaves rustled - too much to be a trick of the wind. Morgan reacted before she could, pushing her to the side. Something silver and undoubtedly sharp flashed by them, missing by no more than an inch or two. Eliza ducked to the ground without missing a beat, freeing the knife from where she'd had it safely tucked away. She was back up in a heartbeat, weapon drawn, in position to fight - or run, if it came to that. She scanned the trees, the bushes, searching for signs of their attackers emerging. The talking Eliza would save for Morgan - who knew these people better than she did. Perhaps… perhaps he could reason with them, avoid a fight altogether, unlikely but…
A figure emerged from the trees, the glint in her eyes nothing benevolent. It was a woman - average height, a face that was all at once old and youthful, built like a ram. She wasn't ugly, but also not at all pretty. Her face was, altogether, forgettable. Her dark hair was pulled back severely, a knife glinting in her hand. ”Morgan. And you, girl - I reckon you're the one they've been talking about.” The woman - Marjorie, a forgettable name to go with a forgettable face - sneered. ”Word is the Crestles are after both of your heads, that they offered a deal - you two and that Lenore, Remus’s girl, offer yourselves up or it's all of our heads. Now, I'm a sensible woman, and so I know Remus isn't going to give up all of his little inner circle. It isn't personal,” her teeth pulled back into a smile that suggested that it rather might be personal. ”But we've got to do what's best for the group, don't we?”
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Will remembered the first time he'd witnessed someone die.
It had been a couple months after he'd joined up with the Rocks, a little shy of fifteen and already hardened by the world - but at his core, still just a kid. He'd been through a lot by that point, but there was an innocence to him still. One of the first things he'd learned was how to keep that hidden. He'd been sent on a job with two other guys - one only a year older than he was but broad, strong, named Jamie Finch, who would become his best friend from the Rocks - a simple job, just to rough up someone who owed Beake some cash. They were meant to intimidate him a little, give him a deadline and get out of there.
Needless to say it had gotten ugly. He couldn't remember the details of what had gone down - a scamming, some Purple Dragons - but he remembered the fight that followed. Remembered holding the knife to a man's throat, freezing up. The panic he'd felt, real panic, hadn't known what to do - Will knew what he was supposed to do to a man who had just killed one of his own, but the thought of it… He couldn't. And then Jamie had shoved him out of the way. Ended it for him.
”You couldn't kill him.” Jamie had said to him later, as they'd walked back to see Beake. Will hadn't answered, unable to meet the other boy's eyes. Jamie had stopped him, looking him in the eyes. ”Hey, it's nothing to be ashamed of. You're not a killer. Be proud; maybe you're a cut above the rest of us sorry lads.”
Maybe he'd been right. But the world they lived in didn't leave room for morals. He just thought… He just thought he'd be immune to it by now. Apparently not, if the mere sight of… the mere sight made him hurl up his guts. It wasn't the gore - he could tolerate the bloody and gruesome - it was just…
Will almost didn't bother to look up as heard the infirmary door open - almost. If they hadn't just had someone come in aiming to kill them then he wouldn't have bothered. But this was no assassin - though Remus did look pretty murderous as he took in the scene. Will didn't say anything. Will just stared bleakly, letting Sybil do the talking, though the words hardly registered with him. He sat back a little, turning his gaze on the wall mainly because the wall wasn't the floor. He ignored the commotion as people went in and out, cleaning things up and bantering amongst themselves. He ignored the tattooed man entirely, mostly because he'd been too out of it to actually hear his comment in the first place. His mind was reeling.
So that was it. He was really out. Beake had probably meant what he'd said about exile - leave London and live, the broken Celtic triskelion tattooed on his left collarbone the only permanent reminder of his betrayal, inches above his heart. But Will had stayed in London, because Eliza was in London and because Eliza was the only reason he'd joined the Rockshires in the first place. He'd never liked them - or maybe he had. It was complicated. He'd never liked the majority of the people in the gang, but he'd become addicted to it. Because he was good at it, putting on a show and being someone else, someone who fit the image of Rockshire so perfectly they called him their prince.
The prick of the needle broke through his thoughts. What were they - no. He didn't want any more. Will turned, opening his mouth to protest. He'd meant to tell them he didn't want any more of the stuff for pain. The words died in his throat, however, as the feeling spread through him, blissfully numb. And, once again, sleepy. His eyelids weighed a ton. He wanted to lie down, let oblivion take him away for a little while. But - his shirt was still covered in blood. ”You don't… By chance have a… a spare shirt around, do you?” He managed. ”Don't wanna get… your bed all bloody.”
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