Brent Blackthorne: He enters the small
cafe, looking around briefly. It'll have to do, he's hungry for a midnight snack
and not everything is open at this hour. City that never sleeps... right.
Brent Blackthorne: He sits down, giving a
dismissive nod to the waiter as he is given a menu. Facing the door so that he
may watch people, he opens up the menu.
Ethan Anderson: Ethan enters the restaurant
at Aerin's side, his long blond hair pulled back into a thick braid, his petite,
muscular frame hugged by a pair of black jeans and a black t-shirt with a pink
button down open over it.
Brent Blackthorne: What is this
fascination with burgers? He shakes his head, finally finding something that
might be edible. He waits impatiently, then gives his order when the waiter
finally plucks up the courage to face him again. "A chicken caesar salad. Leave
the croutons off. Instead, I prefer pitted black olives, in small slices around
the outer rim. Hot water for tea, and I wish for a lemon wedge. Not a slice. A
*wedge*. On the saucer. Good man."
Aerin Thomas: He walks alongside Ethan,
holding the door open for him, letting the young man in before him. He moves in
right after, his staff in one hand. Not something you'd normally see in a
cafe...a man with a staff. But hey, this is New York.
Brent Blackthorne: He glances up at the
two who enter. Curious, the one looks... familiar. Ah, yes. Park. Earlier this
evening. A polite tilt of his head to Aerin if he looks over.
Brent Blackthorne: ((if anyone needs DD,
let me know))
Ethan Anderson: He bumps his hip into
Aerin's, flashing the man an almost bright smile before he tumbles himself into
a chair.
Aerin Thomas: A little smile from the man
to Ethan, and he looks up toward Brent, meeting his gaze. A brief nod, before he
moves to take a seat across from Ethan.
Ethan Anderson: Ethan glances at Brent and
blushes slightly as he jerks his eyes back to Aerin. "he's hot."
Brent Blackthorne: He gets his cup of hot
water, looking at the sorry lemon "wedge" with extreme disapproval. "This is not
a wedge," he says to the waiter sternly. "This is a semi-thick slice. It will
not do. Bring me a lemon wedge for the tea. And do you have anything beyond the
pathetic assortment of so-called teas in this caddy?" He has a distinct
upperclass British accent, and a rather strident voice.
Aerin Thomas: "More your style then
mine," he says with a little chuckle.
Ethan Anderson: Ethan's eyes roll. "And the
accent?"
Brent Blackthorne: He settles back in his
seat with a small harrumph as the shaken waiter returns to the kitchen.
Normally, such a man would merely get his food spat upon, but THIS one...should
not be angered, that is clear.
Brent Blackthorne:
d10: overhear next: 5,2,9,3,7,
Aerin Thomas: "Oh, yeah, well, that's an
entirely different story." He shrugs, grinning a bit.
Ethan Anderson: He laughs softly and glances
at Brent again. "Huh..."
Brent Blackthorne: He gets his lemon
wedge, and a few more tea packets for choices, and his salad. With the olives in
place of croutons. He purses his lips, but can find nothing to complain about.
He selects a tea and dangles it in the cup.
Brent Blackthorne: Flick! His eyes lock
onto Ethan's and remain there when the young man dared to glance over at him.
Teabag dangling in the hot water, he simply remains with his gaze fixed.
Brent Blackthorne: He is dressed in a nice
teal shirt that brings out the green in his eyes, and a pair of tailored black
slacks. Well-used, expensive black hiking boots, a full length tan cashmere coat
on the seat beside him.
Aerin Thomas: "Huh, what?" He raises an
eyebrow, watching Ethan with a vaguely curious look.
Ethan Anderson: He flushes hotly, lips
parting as Brent locks eyes with him...He swallows and drops his eyes to the
ground.
Brent Blackthorne: Hmph! No challenge.
Rather disappointed, he targets his gaze on Aerin.
Ethan Anderson: "Oh, Gaia," he breathes,
tugging at the collar of his shirt.
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *walking into the cafe,
for once shes got on a nice and long jacket, its getting colder out and her
penchant for wearing old green hospital scrubs home from work(not the ones she
uses there of course)does nothing much for warmth......strawberry blond hair
back in a braid , that funny looking knit hat on her head, she looks thinner
than she used to, and she look fit before, definate dark circles under her
eyes.....and she looks beat...like she just got off shift, the lanyard around
her neck with her hospital IDs jingling as she takes off the scarf when she gets
inside, tired aqua eyes looking about*
Aerin Thomas: He looks over his shoulder,
frowning a little bit at Brent. Instant protectiveness there, and he watches
Brent, eyes instantly appraising the man, as if determining threat.
Brent Blackthorne: He is attempting to
lock eyes with Aerin, a contemptuous eyebrow raised as if in question.
Aerin Thomas: And he is MORE then willing
to meet the man's gaze. And no. He most definitely does not look away.
Ethan Anderson: "Ok-k-kay you t-t-tw-two..."
Brent Blackthorne: ~A solid brick wall of
muscles, a powerful fury lurking just beneath the surface...some might consider
him a threat.~
Brent Blackthorne: His lips thin out into
a bare bones smile and he maintains eye contact.
Aerin Thomas:
d10: Persuasion Gift: 10,3,9,3,8,6,9,
Brent Blackthorne -> Aerin Thomas: ((Add
in pure breed if any.))
Kaeleigh O'Reilly:
d10: per+alert: 8,6,8,5,1,4,
Aerin Thomas: He doesn't respond to Ethan
for a moment, turning in his chair to fully face Brent. No smile...no trace of
emotion. Almost frighteningly so.
Aerin Thomas -> Brent Blackthorne: ((Oh, I
know. *G*))
Ethan Anderson: He petite kin hauls himself
out of the chair and pads to the counter.
Brent Blackthorne: The smile disappears,
his stare intense.
Aerin Thomas -> Brent Blackthorne: ((NJo
need to do so on the gift...you only need one succ for that. :) For the
facedown, I'm all over it. ;) ))
Brent Blackthorne -> Aerin Thomas:
((~LOL~ I'm sure you are! I meant the facedown *G* I just timed the PM wrong.))
Brent Blackthorne -> Aerin Thomas: ((Did
3rd ed change the rules? Is it still Char+Intim, or Rage whichever is higher?
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *someone familiar caught
out the corner of her eye....he seems busy as it is........fine enough, she
heads to the counter where theres a couple seats and orders a large coffee to
go.....glancing the other way every once in a while*
Aerin Thomas -> Brent Blackthorne: ((It is.
Char+Intim or Rage vs. Opponent's WP, you must score your opponent's Wits+5 to
win. So for Aerin, it's WP 6, Wits is 3, so you need 8 successes vs. 6))
Aerin Thomas: He leans forward, tensing a
little bit, not looking away from the man's gaze. Not wavering...not blinking.
No one else is here right now.
Ethan Anderson: Ethan hovers up by the
counter, orders a coffee...wishes, desperately for some X.
Brent Blackthorne -> Aerin Thomas: ((Brent
is WP 5, Wits 3))
Aerin Thomas -> Brent Blackthorne: ((So
diff 4 due to Persuasion, need 8 succ. Ready for first roll? *G*))
Brent Blackthorne -> Aerin Thomas:
((*L* Go ahead))
Aerin Thomas:
d10: Cha+Intimid (WP): 6,1,3,5,5,6,5,
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *she glances over at
the young man at the counter quietly, tired aqua eyes blinking slowly, she
murmurs a soft hello before looking back to the counter waiting for her drink*
Brent Blackthorne -> Aerin Thomas: ((So I
roll the same, too right? He's not having to use Rage.))
Brent Blackthorne:
d10: Cha+Intim (WP): 4,5,7,3,2,
Ethan Anderson: "Hi," he says, softly,
offering her a small smile.
Brent Blackthorne: The man has more guts
to him than Brent figured on. A challenge!
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *she seems slightly
surprised he answered back, but she gives a slow nod, something like a grin*
sorry....just..a bit surprised someone actually answered back for once.....
Ethan Anderson: He blinks. "Yeah, w-w-well I
try and be nice so-so-somet-t-times."
Aerin Thomas: Not a twitch. Not a move of a
muscle. His breathing is easy, his expression intense, piercing into the other
man's eyes as he continues.
Aerin Thomas:
d10: Cha+Intimidation: 3,5,9,5,6,8,4
Brent Blackthorne:
d10: last try: 2,9,2,8,6,
Aerin Thomas -> Brent Blackthorne: ((Yeah,
same. Sorry, missed that somehow. :P))
Brent Blackthorne: He tries valiantly,
but ultimately he drops his gaze. Breathing somewhat rapid as if he had been
running a race.
Aerin Thomas: He leans back, taking a deep
breath. Point made. He looks up to the counter, Brent forgotten for now,
watching Ethan with Kaeleigh.
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *if she notices the
stutter she doesnt show it in the least, shrugging and nodding in answer*.....I
suppose thats a good thing.....you seem like a nice young man....
Brent Blackthorne: His tea is nearly too
dark. A momentary surge of rage at that fact, and the loss of face during the
challenge. But the man deserves respect. So he neatly deposits the teabag on the
saucer, squirts the lemon into the tea, and then stands up, walking to Aerin's
table, a smile to his aristocratic face, his hand out in a welcoming gesture.
"Well done," he says quietly. "I am Lord Blackthorne."
Aerin Thomas: He rises, extending his hand,
excepting the compliment with a gracious nod. "Aerin Thomas."
Ethan Anderson: "Ethan," he says softly,
extending his hand to Kaeleigh.
Brent Blackthorne: "You are well met, Mr.
Thomas." A gracious nod, and he goes to return to his own table.
Brent Blackthorne: OOC> I didn't mean to
steal your gracious nod! ~lol~ Oops.
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: Kaeleigh...*she takes
ethans hand in one of her slender but strong ones, shaking gently* nice to meet
you.....
Aerin Thomas: "And likewise back." He
watches Brent return to the table, then moves to join Ethan and Kaeleigh at the
counter.
Ethan Anderson: "You t-too," he says,
offering her another small smile.
Brent Blackthorne: He sits down to eat
his salad, still rather miffed at the outcome of the challenge, but pleased that
the other man also displayed sportsmanlike behavior.
Ethan Anderson: Ethan glances up at Aerin.
"You stared down the hottie?"
Brent Blackthorne: ((And I'm going to fade
off to get to bed! *hugs around*))
Aerin Thomas: "I did." He puts a hand on
Ethan's shoulder and looks over to the woman. "Hey, Kaeleigh. How are you?"
Brent Blackthorne: ~finishes salad in
record time, tea mostly undrunk, and leaves~
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *she tries another one
back at ethan, a small smile that is, before she notices aerin coming their way,
taking a deep breath and paying for her coffee*
Ethan Anderson: He leans into Aerin with a
grin. "next time I'm so just gonna go s-s-sit in his lap."
Aerin Thomas: ((*Hugs the Raven* Night,
hon.))
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: hey
Aerin...fine........doing fine.........you?*finally looking up from paying to
him, blinking slowly, voice soft*
Aerin Thomas: He looks down at Ethan, lips
pursing a little. "Let's try to avoid mauling, eh? I've made it pretty well
through the evil cursed day with no trauma today."
Aerin Thomas: "Ennh. Win some, lose som."
Ethan Anderson: "Sitting in his lap isnt'
the same as mauling him." He huffs.
Aerin Thomas: ((Gaah. pursing = quirking.
Mind wandered for a moment, there, and directed the fingers. :P))
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *the trauma bit gets a lip
twitch from her, very slight, almost unnoticeable......taking a deep breath and
sighing it out before she picks up the coffee in both hands, sipping it like its
the holy grail*
Aerin Thomas: A raised eyebrow. "I was
talking about him mauling you, Ethan. Not so sure he would have appreciated it."
Ethan Anderson: "Mn...I dunno. He
might've loved it."
Aerin Thomas: He looks up to Kaeleigh,
frowning a little in concern. "Are you sure everything's okay?"
Aerin Thomas: "Don't tempt fate. I've had
enough people in my life doing that for one millenia." He squeezes Ethan's
shoulder a little.
Ethan Anderson: "Sorry," he mumbles,
nuzzling his cheek to Aerin's shoulder.
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *chuckling softly, she
just shakes her head and shrugs* not going to add to your day...*sipping the
coffee more*
Aerin Thomas: "It's all right." His arm
slides around Ethan's shoulders, squeezing in a light hug. He looks back to
Kaeleigh.
Aerin Thomas: "Baah. Good Thanksgiving
Birthdays are for the untraumatized." Yes, he's found his signature quote
template. A little grin, before it mellows. "Seriously, Kae. What's up?"
Ethan Anderson: "I'll l-l-leave you two
to talk," he murmurs, disengaging from Aerin to drift back to the table.
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: nothing....the same as
always.....*giving a slow shake of her head as she gives him that same stock
quiet grin* just got off working another double....so....maybe its just
showing..*eyes away, into the cup as she sips...*
Aerin Thomas: He looks back to Ethan,
sighing lightly, something a little sad coming into his gaze, before he looks
back to Kaeleigh.
Aerin Thomas:
d10: Per+Empathy: 6,5,7,8,9,5,3,
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: you dont need to leave
ethan.....*murmuring softly his direction without looking, eyes to her coffee*
Ethan Anderson -> Aerin Thomas: Confused,
little sad...Horny as heck. :)
Aerin Thomas -> Ethan Anderson: ((Wasn't
for Ethan, but good to know. *G*))
Aerin Thomas: ((Sorry, for
clarification, the Empathy war directed to Kaeleigh. :P))
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: I should probably go, get
home or something.....*starting to pick up the bag with the small salad in it*
Ethan Anderson: Ethan seems quite content to
sit and sip at his coffee, waiting for the decadent bit of Death by Chocolate he
ordered to arrive.
Aerin Thomas -> Kaeleigh O'Reilly: ((Still
waitng on the results of that Emp, hon...))
Kaeleigh O'Reilly -> Aerin Thomas: *shes
avoiding, not herself or at least the herself she used to be......its like shes
an unemotional shell going through the emotions for show....the main one that
comes out is depression*
Kaeleigh O'Reilly -> Aerin Thomas: (sorry
bout that...had to think how itd show)
Aerin Thomas -> Kaeleigh O'Reilly: ((No prob. *Hugs*))
Aerin Thomas: He sighs a little and
reaches out, out of nowhere, to pull Kaeleigh into a hug, if she'll let him.
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *that surprises her even
more than ethan speaking to her before, and she stiffens at first, almost
flinching, but doesnt push him away, letting him....just not joining in it
either except for maybe a small token pat to his arm in confusion*
Aerin Thomas: He kinda figured on that,
from the way he hugs her...not overly tightly, but with enough warmth for the
both of them. He leans in to murmur to her.
Ethan Anderson: Oh! Cake! Ethan grins and
digs in, eyes closing in bliss as he slowly licks the chocolately goodness from
his fork.
Aerin Thomas -> Kaeleigh O'Reilly: "Kaeleigh...I
don't know what's wrong, hon. But I recognize depression. I know the feeling
very, very well. Better then most people in the city, I'd imagine. I know that
Thanksgiving is a lonely time...and I know you've been through a lot of shit in
the past year. I can sympathize. I'd like it if you'd talk to me about it.
Because I care about you, deeply, and I'm worried about you."
Aerin Thomas -> Kaeleigh O'Reilly:
d10: Cha+Expression(WP): 6,8,2,4,4,3,
Ethan Anderson: Apparently, with Ethan,
eating chocolate cake should be outlawed...He makes it look utterly sensual.
Kaeleigh O'Reilly -> Aerin Thomas: and have
you suggest I check into a mental hospital too?.....somehow........*lips fixing
in a straight line for a moment before she closes her eyes, one hand raising to
rub her temples gently*
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *lips fixing in a straight
line for a moment before she closes her eyes, one hand raising to rub her
temples gently*
Aerin Thomas -> Kaeleigh O'Reilly: "Not
necessarily, Kae. Believe me, if someone needed to be checked into a mental
hospital, it was me, several months ago." Some faint amusement in his voice.
"But if you don't talk to someone, you'll end up in one. Or worse. Why not me?"
Frank Poundmaker: *third place he'd been
tonight.. and if he got one more server that looked at his canadian money like
he was offering her tinfoiled catshit.. he was going to snap, its clear in the
tense lines of the cree man's wirey frame, and the slight pulse in his jaw as he
pushes the door open with a scarred palm*
Aerin Thomas: He continues murmuring
quietly, maintaining the hug as he talks to her, or until she pulls away.
Kaeleigh O'Reilly -> Aerin Thomas: because
the last time I spoke about how I felt with someone he suggested either I go to
a mental institution myself or hed take me to one..........and because your
friend is waiting for you
Ethan Anderson: Ethan is utterly focused on
his cake.
Frank Poundmaker: *he makes his way to the
counter, letting the coins fall onto the serving area. a breif growled exchange.
hmm. maybe he'd just not gotten angry enough, by new-york standards. nothing
organic? a frown. he orders a roastbeef sandwich and a water. yes. pickles too.
a pause as he just stares at the waitress with hard eyes* ...what the fuck are
freedom fries?
Aerin Thomas -> Kaeleigh O'Reilly: "Kae..."
He sighs. "I'm not going to throw you in a hospital, I promise. And if you
really, truly don't want to talk about it, I'll let it go for now. But I want to
help you. I think I can...without the need for padded rooms or medication. Let
me, please. I care very much about you."
Ethan Anderson: His eyes rise and widen
at the language, fork hovering near his mouth.
Kaeleigh O'Reilly -> Aerin Thomas: fine*said
with a slight set to her jaw* but not here....and I dont want to be rude to your
friend ethan either.............*she doesnt look like she holds much stock in
aerin let alone anyone caring very much..that bit just bypassed entirely*
Frank Poundmaker: *an explaination is
muttered hastily, he narrows his eyes at the waitress, listening to something
outside perhaps, before a gruff nod, exact change left on the counter, he slides
into a booth and looks around as he waits, blad faced turned to ethan, a spark
of recogntion as he notes Aerin*
Ethan Anderson: Dropping his eyes, the
petite blond finishes his cake hurriedly.
Aerin Thomas -> Kaeleigh O'Reilly: A brief
nod. "All right. Where to, then?"
Frank Poundmaker: *he watches in a kind of
vague interest as Ethan hurries, a huff through his nose as he takes in the
scents of the diner, a toothpick slid between thin lips*
Ethan Anderson: He licks his fork clean and
picks up his plate, moving towards the counter.
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *flicking tired aqua eyes
about the restaurant as she keeps murmuring to aerin quietly, shrugging with a
shake of her head*
Kaeleigh O'Reilly -> Aerin Thomas: your
friend is getting real uncomfortable about this ...big guy here
anyways...........so...I dont know where to.......honestly I really dont care
either
Aerin Thomas -> Kaeleigh O'Reilly: "My
friend is uncomfortable for reasons that have nothing to do with this. He's
uncomfortable anyway." He sighs. "Tell you what. How about we just go out to my
car and chat there?"
Aerin Thomas: Still speaking quietly to
Kaeleigh, glancing back to Ethan and then back to her.
Frank Poundmaker: *his eyes track the boy..
nostrils flare slightly as he smells the woman bringing him his food long before
it arrives, scenting her too perhaps. a gruff noise in his throat and a shake of
his head as he's asked if he needs anything more. he begins to eat*
Ethan Anderson: Ethan runs his head along Aerin's arm as he passes. He smiles shyly to the woman at the counter and asks for more coffee.
Aerin Thomas: A look to Ethan and a smile, then he looks back to Kaeleigh.
Ethan Anderson: Aaaaand back to his table
he goes with a fresh mug of coffee craddled between his small, strong hands.
He's built compactly, short and leanly muscled...athlete of some sort, or he
was.
Kaeleigh O'Reilly -> Aerin Thomas:
sure.....fine......
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *shrugging and nodding her
head, her whole demeanor quiet, reserved, almost indifferent*
Frank Poundmaker: *damnit woman. forgot his
pickle.. a creak of the booth and bones as he rises to his feet and moves to
stand by ethan, moving out of the kids way as he gruffs.* excuse me. *a rasp to
the waitress*
Ethan Anderson: Ethan tries not to brush
along Frank's side as he passes but its kind of hard. He blushes and stammers
out a soft apology.
Aerin Thomas: He nods to Kaeleigh, and
moves away, finally, moving to Ethan and speaking to him quietly. "I'll be out
in the car, hon...I have a few things to go over with Kae. if you need me..." He
slips his arm around Ethan's shoulder, squeezing lightly.
Ethan Anderson: "Kay," he says, tipping
his head up as he rises almost on tip toe to kiss Aerin's chin.
Frank Poundmaker: *Frank looks to his side
then the kid, then is derailed by giving a jerk of his chin to aerin.. then his
eyes narrow. did the blonde man just... kiss him?*
Aerin Thomas: He smiles a little, accepting
the kiss and leaning his head up to kiss Ethan's forehead, then moves away from
the table, back to Kaeleigh. "This way," he says with a bit of a smile,
gesturing toward the door.
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *that rasp of a voice
from frank gets a brief hard shiver running through her, fingers gripping the
coffee cup decently hard, eyes distinctly avoiding aerin and ethan back there,
she heads for the door*
Frank Poundmaker: *his eyes drift away from
the offense of men showing each other womanly affection, lips pulling back from
his teeth a moment before he watches the skirt swish out of the cafe. well.
there went his appetite. he's handed a pickle on a plate, and goes back to sit
ot his booth*
Ethan Anderson: Ethan glances curiously at
Frank then settles in his seat, shifting a bit to pull his ponytail out from
behind his back with a sigh.
Aerin Thomas: He follows Kaeleigh to the
door, and leads her out to the car, hitting the automatic keylocks and moving to
the driver side to slip in.
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *she slips to the other
side of the car and gets in once the locks are taken care of, salad slid to her
lap, large coffee in hand, door shut*
Aerin Thomas -> Kaeleigh O'Reilly: He takes
a seat in the car, looking over to her as he pulls out a cigarette, holding it
up as if to ask if she minds. "So what's up, Kaeleigh?"
Frank Poundmaker: *frank concentrates on
eating, a shake of his head. new york*
Ethan Anderson: Ethan sighs and sips at his
coffee, shifting int he chair to tuck a leg beneath him.
Ethan Anderson: "So much for a nice quiet
night," he mutters, snorting as he sips at the coffee, eyes shifting from Frank
to the door and back.
Frank Poundmaker: *sandwich? what sandwich?
he makes short work of it, eating like he's not eaten in days, which.. from
looking at the gaunt native man, isn't too hard to imagine. he sets in on his
"freedom fries", he states blandly* How much more quiet did you want?
Kaeleigh O'Reilly -> Aerin Thomas: *shaking
her head, indifferent to the cigarette, her eyes keep to either the coffee or
the window outside*....honestly , aerin...I wouldnt know where to start......so
far Ive avoided and managed to not talk about it or anything ....except for
twice now.....*flicking a quick look to him before looking out the window*
Ethan Anderson: "Well, its n-n-not so much
the quantity as the qu-quality of quiet."
Frank Poundmaker: *a breath inhaled through
his nose, a deep sigh, and the native man goes back to eating the rest of his
food, silvery white teeth crunching on a pickle*
Aerin Thomas -> Kaeleigh O'Reilly: He nods
and lights the cigarette. "Well, let's start from the beginning. Usually a good
place. Why are you at your current state? When did it begin?"
Ethan Anderson: "W-was s-supposed to be just
me and Aerin tonight. Hanging out." he shrugs listlessly.
Frank Poundmaker: *he watches the blond in
vague interest between bites. what a ...woman... how did that guy not get his
ass kicked like.. every 5 minutes?, he pushes his plate away and rests the hard
line of his chin in his grizzled hand*
Ethan Anderson: Ethan shifts his shoulders
and shrugs out of the button down, lean muscles shifting beneath his pale skin.
He snorts and shakes his head slightly, settling his hair behind his shoulders.
Kaeleigh O'Reilly -> Aerin Thomas: you
honestly dont know?*shrugging and sighing with a shake of her head afterwards*
suppose thats almost not surprising........and my guess would be after nearly
being raped and beat, humiliated degraded and having my who I thought was a mate
leave me on top of all that because I wasnt kin, I didnt have
breeding........and the one guy before him Id thought had interest, newly
finding he's kin and doesnt want anything to do with me in that way ....again,
because Im not kin........getting ignored except for the token occasional
phonecall from everyone
Frank Poundmaker: *he breathes, lanky
frame moving with each breath as he finishes off his pickle, and wipes his hands
on tight grimey jeans, he gets up, braid falling over his shoulder with a heavy
tug at his scalp*
Ethan Anderson: His blue eyes flick to Frank
and then away again as he lifts the mug to his lips.
Frank Poundmaker: *the intense form of the
wirey cree half turns, and he rasps* what?
Ethan Anderson: He blinks. "N-nothing." He
blinks again and lowers the cup. "Just looking."
Aerin Thomas -> Kaeleigh O'Reilly: "I'm
sorry that's the case, Kae." He sighs, sadly. "I...there's people who care for
you, hon. I promise, there is. I'm one of them...and I know what it's like, to
go through what you've been through. Seriously, I do." His lips purse, and he
leans back in the seat as he lights the cigarettem taking the opening drag and
cracking the window to exhale it out. "Not exactly the same, but...violation,
rejection, people leaving, not being 'good enough'...I've felt all of that. And
I know how hard it is."
Frank Poundmaker: ...at what? *he turns slowly all the way around, eyes darkening dangerously* expecting a raindance?
Kaeleigh O'Reilly -> Aerin Thomas:
*snorting softly, giving a quiet ironic smile as she nibles her lip, shrugging,
she murmurs quietly* should have seen the look on his face when I told him when
he wanted to talk to me a few weeks ago that Id wished hed finished the job, if
not then, then somepoint in the future.......
Ethan Anderson: "I'm s-sorry?" He frowns.
"People look at p-people."
Aerin Thomas -> Kaeleigh O'Reilly: "You're
talking about Jamie." He frowns a little bit, something hard hitting his eyes.
Kaeleigh O'Reilly -> Aerin Thomas:
yeah.......was an interesting look......think it was a few moments after that he
mentioned the 'being committed to a mental institution' thing............
Frank Poundmaker: *a narrowing of eyes before
he turns slowly back around, moving towards the door. swear to gaia. if he was
being checked out.. a sardonic smirk as he shakes his head* Enjoy your quiet
Ethan Anderson: "Have a good night,' he
murmurs softly, sincerely.
Frank Poundmaker: *and the dour cree stalks
out of the diner, moving through the night towards battery, to catch some sleep*
Aerin Thomas -> Kaeleigh O'Reilly: "Ahh."
He frowns, deeply. "He's wrong, Kaeleigh. You don't need committing. Depression
is something that can be helped. And I'd like to help you with it." A drag of
the smoke, and he exhales it out the car window. "Hon...I know you've beeen
through some very difficult times. Andrew put us both through some difficult
times. And I'm sorry he hurt you. And I'm fairly positive Jamie didn't help. But
what happened...none of it is your fault. You know that, right?"
Ethan Anderson: Shivering, Micah puts
money down on the table and moves outside to climb into the backseat of Aerin's
car, curling up.
Ethan Anderson: ((Ethan even. GACK!))
Aerin Thomas: ((HAH! I'm not the ONLY
person to make that error!))
Ethan Anderson: ((*LOL* Yeah but this
wasn't in the heat of um...y'know!))
Kaeleigh O'Reilly -> Aerin Thomas: yeah.....I
know....its the fault of something I cant control.........just so happened the
first man I ever dated didnt come back or whatever, probably for the same reason
jamie left me and anthony wont come near me.....
Kaeleigh O'Reilly: (*snickers*)
Kaeleigh O'Reilly -> Aerin Thomas: (and if
ethan really gets into the car she quiets immediately*Chuckles*)
Aerin Thomas -> Kaeleigh O'Reilly: ((S'okie...I'm fairly...off as it is. As in, intoxicated. Been a long night...but dammit, Aerin can fix people, even when his player is DRUNK! :) Let's say, Aerin drops her off and promises to talk to her later?))
Kaeleigh O'Reilly -> Aerin Thomas:
sure....she'll be fairly unbelieving in attitude and all that.....and if youre
still up for it I should be on tomorrow night
Aerin Thomas -> Kaeleigh O'Reilly:
((Perfect. *Hugs* TTYL, hon. Thanks for the RP))
Kaeleigh O'Reilly -> Aerin Thomas: *hugs* later....an thanks you too