Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte is
currently sitting in her beloved bathtub. The water has long since went cool,
but she doesn't seem to mind. The young girl has a fixed stare to the ceiling,
looking defeated and weak.
Thomas Judge: He walks up to the hotel
room he was told, simple black hoody on. As he wraps on the door, hopes she
doesn't mind a suprise visitor.
William Halloran: He's sitting at the
table, smoking a cigarette. Lots of wet towels all around...the man's been doing
what he can to make the apartment dry again. He got a vaccum cleaner, heaters,
everything he could to make the place not squish under their feet, unless
Brigette stopped him. There's a towel under his big ass, and he looks back
toward the bathroom. "Ya want me to bring a heater in to help get the water warm
again?"
William Halloran: His eyes shoot up to the
door as someone knocks. He rises, takes a couple steps to the bathroom, leaning
in. "Someone knockin'. Gonna check," he mutters, before slipping away toward the
door.
Brigitte Clara Deleon: She keeps a blank
stare to the ceiling. Ignoring William in her sulk.
Thomas Judge: He waits lighting up a cough
as he does so.
William Halloran: He heads to the front
door, bending over to look through the peephole. A moment's pause before he
opens the door, looking down on Thomas with an even look. "Yeh?"
Thomas Judge: He loosk up at the big man,
a raised eyebrow at him and that sheer size of the son of Adam, not really
recongnising him without his mask "Evein' gov, am 'ere to see Amber if she is
in?"
William Halloran: "'pends on who ya are." A
beat as he stares down at Thomas. "Who are ya?"
Brigitte Clara Deleon: Voices. Mens' voices.
Looking for Amber. She gives a tiny squint and blinks weakly to look to peer
over the side of the tub. "Love.. is there a problem?"
Thomas Judge: "I 'ave no idea who you are
gov an am not about to say, I'll contact 'er later china, evein' squire." He
starts to walk off.
William Halloran: "That depends," he calls
back to Thomas. "Ya know any Brits who ain't too keen on givin' out their name?"
William Halloran: ((to Brigette. Not
Thomas. Thomas surely knows a Brit who ain't too keen on givin' out their
name.))
Brigitte Clara Deleon: The young girl slowly
picks herself out of the tub and meanders to the frame of the bathroom door,
peering toward the front door and the back of william's massive form. "William?
Who is it.. What's going on?"
Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives another
squint to william and walks up behind him. "I do. Let him in, love. He's a
friend."
Thomas Judge: By this point he is already
half way down the corridor, smoke trailing his form.
William Halloran: "Awright." He gives
Brigette a sheepish look and steps back, holding the door open for Thomas.
"Sorry, man."
Thomas Judge: He stops looking back and
slowly returns to the door looking up to the big man "No probs gov, just never
seen you before."
Brigitte Clara Deleon: She frowns, slipping
by William to poke her head out the door. Not wanting to get too far into the
hallway as she's nude and dripping wet. "Thomas. Love. Please.. come back. He
didn't know." She calls out.
William Halloran: "Hey...come back," he
ducks his head under the frame and out into the hallway as he does so. "She's
here."
William Halloran: ((DLP, as Brigette beat
him to it. *S*))
Brigitte Clara Deleon: She frowns over to
William, speaking in a stern voice. "Go sit down, my love."
William Halloran: He nods, eyes shooting to
the floor, and makes his way back to his seat, dropping into it with a groan
from the seat's legs. Gods, the furniture hates him.
Brigitte Clara Deleon: She slips back into
the hotel room and meanders toward the bed to look for her clothes.
Thomas Judge: He steps in, wondering whats
Williams number here as his eyes wander back to Brigitte as he focuses his gaze
just past her left shoulder so it appeared he was looking at her but he wasn't
"If this is a bad lemon, we can talk later Amber."
Brigitte Clara Deleon: She winces, leaning
down to dig through her big green duffle bag. "Don't call me that. Call me
Emma." She states quite matter of factly. The young girl digs out a pair of
white panties and a simple white spaghetti strap tank, slipping them on before
turning back around to Tom. "Now's.. " She looks down to the floor, then around
the suite as though just noticing how messy it was. "Jesus.. housekeeping is
going to have a fucking coniption."
William Halloran: He lights up another
cigarette and takes a drag.
William Halloran: He looks over his
shoulder to Brigette. "Sorry...been tryin' to keep things dry an' clean."
Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny sigh
and walks up to slip a dainty arm around william's shoulder "Not your fault, my
love. I.. it happens."
Thomas Judge: He looks between 'Emma' and
William, guard going up slightly. "It does look like a bad lemon pet."
William Halloran: He looks up at her,
and smiles a little, an attempt to cheer her up. "Okay."
Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny
shake of the head with an apologetic look to Tom. "Just some very unfortunate..
and luckly innacurate news, love. I.. I was upset. I.." She gives another look
around the suite. "I need to get out, I think."
Thomas Judge: He looks once more to
William "An no offense like but who are you?"
Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a loving
smile over to the large man. "How rude of me.." She lets out a soft laugh. "I
swear sometimes I think I get flakier and flakier every day.."
Brigitte Clara Deleon: She flashes William a
motherly look, as if to say "Come on, now.. introduce yourself like a good boy."
William Halloran: He looks up at Brigette,
then over to Thomas. She had told him to stay quiet when other people were
around. "I'm William." He nods to Thomas, eyes on the man, staying polite.
"William Halloran."
Thomas Judge: He doesn't recongise the
name either, not that much of a wrestler watcher to ever learn the folks real
idenities. "Nice to mee you William." He looks over to Brig "Well, 'ow you
been?"
Brigitte Clara Deleon: She flashes the brute
another loving smile before meandering over toward Tom, letting him decide what
name to give if any. "William, this is a very good friend of mine. Very dear to
me. He's to be let in anytime he chooses, is that understood my love?" She gives
Tom a weak smile. "I've been better to say the least."
William Halloran: "Gotcha, Emma." He nods a
little bit, taking another drag off his cigarette.
Thomas Judge: He raises an eyebrow to Brig
"You got a doorman pet?" He raises a hand out to William "No offense gov."
William Halloran: ((As in, raised out to
shake, or just raised up toward him?))
Brigitte Clara Deleon: She frowns and shakes
her head. "Please, love.. That's terrible. I love my william very much." Keeping
up her slow pace, Brigitte makes to slip a wet arm around thomas in a loose hug
Thomas Judge: ((Raised up towards him *s*
sorry))
Thomas Judge: He loosey hugs her back and
takes the chance to whispher in her ear
William Halloran: He frowns a little bit,
and nods. "None taken." She's Brigette's friend. He's being nice.
Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte shakes her
head and kisses Tom's cheek softly before pulling away. She walks back over to
her duffle bag and pulls out some cash, walking it over to William. "William my
love. Could I get you to run out for a bit. My friend here goes through Jack
like it's going out of style. Another bottle of Skyy as well and something for
yourself. I feel a drunken stupor coming on."
William Halloran: He nods a little and
rises up. "Sure thing, Emma." He reaches out and takes the cash, giving Thomas
another look-over. He glances back to the woman, smiling faintly to her, and
moves to the door. He's in the way. The door opens, and he steps out of it,
shutting it behind.
Thomas Judge: He watches the man leave and looks back to Brig "Well Ouesti, see you 'ave been busy pet."
Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a proud
smile watching william exit and takes a graceful seat on the edge of the bed.
Crossing long bare legs she looks over to Tom.
Brigitte Clara Deleon: A faint smile. "Not
busy. Lucky. William is a very special man. A lot of passion. And potential."
Thomas Judge: "A potential thrall
then."
William Halloran: ((Assuming out of the
scene at this point...lemme know if/when he comes back. *Hugs ya both*))
Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny
shrug. "Possibly. Not something I'm pushing for. Last thing I need is a
relapse." She gives a tiny frown down to her lap and leans back on dainty
elbows.
Brigitte Clara Deleon: (tehe. sorry about
giving you the boot.)
Thomas Judge: "No doubt better for you
that way pet, robin for you." He nods pullign out another cough lighting it on
the first, face still pretty straight, few smiles cracked out "Sorry I cut on
you the other night, just felt I wasn't needed there, defiler thing an all."
Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny
shrug and extends a dainty hand to the man, trying to get him to lay with her.
"It's fine, love.. Don't want to keep you anyplace you don't want to be."
Thomas Judge: He moves closer but doesn't
lay down with her "No problem at all Ouesti."
Brigitte Clara Deleon: She frowns and
retracts her arm, laying flat on her back with a pout to the ceiling. "Why are
you so distant, crimsonstar?"
Thomas Judge: "I need to be nowadays, I
keep gettin' to emotionally involved with folks, need to keep a clear mind pet."
He takes a drag from his cough.
Brigitte Clara Deleon: "Oh." She states,
a clear hurt in her words. She turns to look back toward the bathroom.
Thomas Judge: He follows her gaze to the
bathroom "You alright pet?"
Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny
shrug. "You.. can go. If you want. I don't mind. I can find company elsewhere if
I'm that big of a burden."
Thomas Judge: He shakes his head "Not
unless you only wanted me for some idle comapny pet, you said I never visited
any more, am tryin' to make the effort, I did not mean to ignore you am just so
busy."
Brigitte Clara Deleon: "I'd like to think of
us as having a more than idle relationship, love." She gives a tiny squint,
rolling over to her side. "It doesn't matter. Just go."
Thomas Judge: "We did pet, then you did
sumthing that shattered my trust." He is being honest at least.
Brigitte Clara Deleon: She curls her legs up
to her chest, closing her eyes. "What is it that you want from me, Jamal? I've
paid for it and then some. You've no idea how much I'm hurting right now. So
back the fuck off."
Thomas Judge: "Well am glad yer finally
hurtin', wat you did was pete, an it is robin your feelin' remorse pet, means
that you can still pull it back." He looks to down to her "am sorry for yer
pain, if it means anything."
Brigitte Clara Deleon: She wraps her long
arms loosely around her curled legs. "It doesn't. Not from someone as detatched
as you, crimsonstar. How can you say you're sorry in such an unfeeling tone?"
Thomas Judge: "Because you play me, you
emotionally wrap me up like Vic and unzip me like a toy, I loved you, more than
anyother here and it hurt me to hear wat you did pet, and I was tryin' sdo hard
for you, every lemon." Some real emotion creeping in, and he does sound hurt
Brigitte Clara Deleon: "When? When did I
ever do that to you, love? Name one time."
Thomas Judge: He looks to her"There ain't
lemons pet, you were always doin' it, so damn charmin' is what you are an you
know it." A small grin
Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a sad
laugh, shaking her head. "So I'm being pushed away for being charming? That's
fucking terrific.." The grip on her legs tightens, tense and rigid. "I've never
shown you or victor anything but love. You two.. as well as jarod.. are the only
real friends I have in this wretched city. I only ever tried to help you, love.
All those times Vic wanted to slice you into bite sized devil chunks.. I was
right there defending you. Whether or not I thought you deserved it."
Thomas Judge: "I know you 'ave Ouesti,
an many lemons I 'ave thanked you, and I will again, thank you. I want it to be
the way it was but we will 'ave to build on it again pet, find out where we are
now."
Brigitte Clara Deleon: "I know exactly where
I stand now, love. Old friends have an extreme distrust of me. New fallen are
immidietly warned that I'm a 'bad seed'." She gives a defeated sigh, burying her
face in her knees. "Jamal.. you even told twitch I'm fucking evil."
Thomas Judge: He nods "I did." He
doesn't deny it "at the lemon I 'ad no other alternative, you could 'ave used
any number of contacts if you werte."
Thomas Judge: ((werte=were)
Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny sob,
shaking her head. "Get out, Jamal. Just.. leave me alone. You have no right.."
Thomas Judge: "I 'ave every right, if I
was in yer postion I'd expect it, hell I 'ave been when you told everyone i was
a fuck up, not to be trusted."
Brigitte Clara Deleon: "I never made blows
like this to you as a person. Just states precident on your unsound judgement."
She gives another sob, shoulders tight. "I loved you, jamal. I never lied to you
about what happened. I was open.. and honest throughout the whole ordeal. What
have I done to cause such mistrust?"
Thomas Judge: "You killed over 20 people
pet." Voiie soft "Even by accident that is alot of lives wiped out do to
carelessness."
Brigitte Clara Deleon: She sits up with a
hurt squint to the man, hissing out "You know damn well I didn't mean to do it!
You treat me as though I acted out of malice and destruction.. I'm not a fucking
monster!"
Thomas Judge: "What would happen if I set
a house on fire...you were careless Ouesti" Voice more powerful now. "You didn't
even tell us. Seemed like preet damn evidence, why didn't you come to Jorod,
Vic, hell even me."
Thomas Judge: ((Seemed like pretty damning
evidence))
Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a hateful
squint "Because I was stabbed in the stomach by my ungrateful bitch of a thrall.
I had a lot on my fucking mind."
Thomas Judge: "Ouesti." He goes down to
one knee in front of her "I want to be your friend again, but in order to do so
I 'ad to let you know 'ow i felt, to know that you weren't the only one that
hurt, that you 'ave to accept resposibility for wat you did, but move on, learn
from it, repent for it. I want to be there for you but pickin' up on yer last
statement where you said you loved me am thinkin' you don't want to be around me
anymore."
Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives the same
hurt squint down to the man, posture weak and tense. "Not if you're going to be
so callous toward me. It.. it hurts. I've lost EVERYthing.. and no matter how
sorry I am.. or what I do to try and make up for it.. Everything just keeps
getting worse."
Thomas Judge: He stands and leans forward
to kiss her cheek gently "I do love you sister, but sometimes we must fall to
rise again."
Brigitte Clara Deleon: She leans away from
the kiss, pushing him away with a weak hand. "Save the cryptic bullshit for your
circlemates. If you loved me, you would take action to let me see my boys."
Thomas Judge: He steps back "Very well,
tell me where Jarod is lookin' an i'll 'elp?"
Brigitte Clara Deleon: "I don't know that
Jarod IS looking." She says helplessly. "Or anyone else for that matter. Because
poor little tansy was victim to such a terrible monster as me. It's common
belief that I don't deserve to know my children." She manages to speak, words
cracking at the end. "I.. I'm not saying I didn't fuck up. I know I did. And I
deserve a lot of things. But this.. is fucking cold. What she's doing to me. I
would NEVER. EVER. even think about doing something like that to her."
Thomas Judge: He wants to beleive her but
still finds her words lacking "But you still love Jarod yes. As everyone else
wrapped you in a pillow an tried to just block you out, you talked about
nobility over our innvocation pet, thats sumthin' you can only find yerself."
Brigitte Clara Deleon: "I'm trying.. my
damnest to be noble.. But what she's doing to me.. isn't fucking fair. And you
know it."
Thomas Judge: "And wat you did to 'er also
wasn't far, or you going to deny ravagin' her and changin' her form, to wat ends
can only be speculated."
Brigitte Clara Deleon: Her pretty emerald
eyes widen "A little faith in exchange for my first born sons! That's hardly an
even trade!" She gives a tiny sob. "And besides.. I ravaged her AFTER she ran
away with my boys. You know damn well she wouldn't have come back. It was a last
resort. I.." She buries her face in her hands, sobbing "I didn't know what to
do.."
Thomas Judge: He reaches a hand out and
strokes her hair, a very older brother almost fatherly gesture.
Brigitte Clara Deleon: She sobs quietly, shoulders trembling with her face down. "I would.. have made.. a good mother, jamal."
Thomas Judge: "Sush pet." He strokes
her hair sitting down next to her "Am sure you would'ave pet, I don't doubt yer
love for yer boys."
Brigitte Clara Deleon: She leans weakly
against tom, still sobbing. "I.. I've been afraid most of my pety existence,
love.. But nothing scares me more than never meeting my children."
Thomas Judge: He has no answers, he puts a
gentle arm around her shoulders and rocks her slightly.
Brigitte Clara Deleon: She sits and cries
for a long while before reaching up to rub pretty green eyes with the back of a
fair hand. "I.. I don't want my William to see me like this."
Thomas Judge: He looks about and finding
nothing offers the sleeve of his hoody to her.
Brigitte Clara Deleon: She shakes her head
and continues rubbing her face with her hand. She slips the other arm weakly
around tom's waist. "I.. I love you, Jamal. I wish I could show you how special
you are to me."
Thomas Judge: A small smile "Theres no
need pet."
Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a sad
laugh, sniffling. "Finally get to spend some quality time with the infamous
crimsonstar.. and here I am blubbering like a schoolgirl. I'm sorry, love. I did
hope our time would be better spent." she lays a dainty head on his shoulder
"forgive me?"
Thomas Judge: "There is nothin' to
forgive. Am 'ere for you pet, if you want to cry that is fiddlers, everyone 'as
to at sum lemon." Infamous?
Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nods and kisses
the man's shoulder. "Some more than others I suppose." She gives a tiny yawn.
Thomas Judge: He nods slightly hearing and
seeign ther yawn "Yer tired pet, you should rest, William will no doubt be back
soon any road."
Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nods and curls
away from the man, worming her way to lay under the blanket. "Jamal.." she says
sheepishly. "Will you lay with me.. Until my william gets back? Or Jarod.. or
somebody? I don't want to be alone."
Thomas Judge: He moves stands walking up
besides the bed and sitting with his back agaisnt the rest upright next to her.
Brigitte Clara Deleon: She curls around the
man's lap, clinging with weak arms. Her pretty eyes flutter shut. "Thank you."
She murmers softly. "I love you."
Thomas Judge: He strokes her hair, soft
and warm hands slowly working down it's length "I luv you to."