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judd spence mckay [fifty years old|the groom]

at this point, the man had forgotten what it was like to sleep in a bed as most nights he just let himself collapse into the nearest pile of hay and call it a night. there were only a few rare occasions in which he took to sleeping in his room but at this point, that room belonged mainly to his daughter as nobody else really took to using it. however, the 10-year old girl seemed to be taking up the same habits as her father as she almost always managed to sneak away most nights into the horse stables to take up a spot in the piles of hay he usually used as a place to sleep. that morning, she was right there beside him. at what time she had left to go to the stables, he had no idea but he never really minded it.

judd had already been up for a few hours, as he was never really able to sleep straight through the night. however, he had been up way too early to be doing anything with the horses so he mainly spent his time wandering around while waiting for the sun to come up. as it did, the man returned to the stables and began getting ready to feed the horses before letting them out onto the field. his daughter, was already awake and hanging out with the black barn cat, finn. judd motioned with his head towards where all the food for the horses was stored, "come on, you can come help me." at the offer of being able to help, the girl, ariah, sprung up, quite excited to be able to lend a hand.

kazimir makarovich 'cosmo' volkov [twenty-four years old|the chauffeur]

of course, kaz's main job was to do nothing more than to drive the family of the estate wherever they needed but he never limited himself to just that. at the moment, he was already with the car, making sure it was clean and in its very best shape before he could even think of going to help out those who would need it. as he made a third and final check of the vehicle, the young man made his way into the large estate to see if he could lend a hand to the other staff members. he watched as a few people already made their way about to get things ready. the chauffeur then entered the kitchen, seeing that there were already quite some people around.

"good mornin'," kaz would simply greet. he turned his attention towards, eloise and all the food that was already being made. "seems like you're pretty busy already."

roscoe ivanovich 'ross' sokolov

the outlaw had been completely oblivious to all that was happening around him until he came to a few minutes later. the first thing he was met with was the bounty hunter standing over him and what looked like some sort of pain killers that were placed in his hand. where had those come from? ross had thought nothing of it, really. in fact, he didn't care with the meds came from, all he wanted was for the pain to stop so he tried his best to sit himself back up against the wooden beam he had sat up against before and swallowed the pain killers without much thought. then, that was then when he began questioning the situation even more when he saw the look of surprise on the young girl's face. "hell's goin' on?" the outlaw had been completely out of it when the bounty hunter had stated the fact that he was to help the two and looked to his niece for answers. the kid blinked a few times before answering the, outlaw.

"he wants to help us." the girl sounded thankful but she also seemed a bit defensive, still not sure if she should trust the bounty hunter or not. roscoe only scoffed but when he saw that neither of them were smiling or anything like that, he realized that the bounty hunter wasn't joking, he wanted to help. "no goddamn way, it's a trick, you're lying. like hell you're going to-" as he ranted on, the outlaw was struck with a quick tinge of pain somewhere on his torso and he had almost fallen over once again but had been caught by the girl. she made sure to keep him supported so that he wouldn't fall over again.

ross simply looked at the ground and at all the blood that his body had spilled. as much as he didn't want to trust the bounty hunter, he knew he needed some kind of medical attention or else he'd be facing death. so, without another word uttered, the outlaw quietly agreed to letting the bounty hunter help. he was too weak to be dealing with this kind of stuff, anyway, he just wanted to get out of the cold and worn out barn and somewhere safe.

billie elly sokolov

billie watched as her uncle did his best to stand himself up with the support of the wooden beam. she tried her best to help him up and as she did, she made sure to retrieve his gun. however, she didn't return it to his holster and instead kept hold of it as she didn't fully trust the other man, just yet. "you lead the way." the young girl didn't even bother to give eye contact to the, bounty hunter. she mainly kept her attention on her uncle and would only give short glances at the, bounty hunter.

the girl looked up at the injured outlaw who was definitely still a little bit out of it, despite having pain killers in his system. she wasn't so sure how much longer he could hold on for. "this better not be a trap..." billie quietly muttered to nobody in particular. as much as she did think this was a trap there was also another part of her that was hopeful and that the outlaw would be able to get the help he needed.

shayne griffin 'ireland' lynch

shayne had just finished talking with the main manager of the camp about the move that he was going to make tomorrow. he would be driving from egypt to india and as if that wasn't enough for him, he would end up having to bring along some extra cargo and that extra cargo was to be a journalist. why he had accepted to be followed around on his adventures, he did not know... but then again, he couldn't really say no. the person who had chosen him to be partnered with the journalist had more so forced it on him instead of letting him have a say in it. shayne wasn't exactly too keen on having this person tag along, especially with the type of danger he almost always found himself in. however, it was too late to go back now. the journalist was supposed to be arriving soon. he had heard news of their plane recently arriving and while he was trying to get himself ready for his travels to india, he was also trying to get himself ready to deal with the burden of this new partner. right now, he was on the hunt for an ancient relic that is said to be connected with the lost city of atlantis. however, it wasn't like he could just go straight to greece and try to find the relic from there. there were clues spread throughout the world that led to it and at the moment, he was at least almost halfway through getting through all these clues of where it could be located. as much as he wished the clues could have just been spread throughout greece and not throughout the whole planet, there was nothing he could do about it. all he could do was follow them and hope for the best.

however, shayne wasn't the only one after this relic. a rival treasure hunter is also looking for it. a treasure hunter who would do anything to get his hands on the relic. this treasure hunter had his own private army, mercenaries, and a countless amount of weapons. so far, shayne had only one run in with the treasure hunter's mercenaries and thankfully, the run in was fairly quick but still quite tense. all that shayne really hoped for was to get to the relic before the treasure hunter and to not have anymore encounters with his thugs, especially when he was going to have an innocent journalist trailing alongside him. as much as he could hope for no encounters, there was no way he could guarantee that his journey would be without bloodshed.

shayne gave a heavy sigh at the thought as he made his way to his tent. however, the sound of a vehicle pulling up to the camp caught his attention. soon after the car had parked, a person exited and came up to him, "the journalist has arrived, dr. lynch. they're very eager to meet you." shayne sighed once again and gave a simple nod to the messenger who quickly returned to the vehicle to help with the journalist's luggage. the archaeologist stood in his spot for a while, thinking of what to say and what to do. after about a minute, he finally made his way over to the tan jeep. he could see the driver and the person who had told him about the journalist hurriedly trying to take luggage out of the vehicle and to a nearby tent. his eyes then wandered around the vehicle until he spotted what definitely looked like the journalist. they looked quite excited and as they stood next to the vehicle, they were frantically looking around for the archaeologist. seeing this, shayne made his way up to them and gave a friendly smile.

"i'm guessing you're the journalist who's going to be tagging along with me? i'm dr. lynch, but to hell with formal names. friends call me ireland, or irish. real name's, shayne, however." after giving his name, shayne stuck out his hand for a handshake. despite the smile he currently had on his face, he wasn't exactly insanely enthusiastic about this new addition. the man had enough things to worry about and an innocent human life was definitely one thing he didn't really want to have to worry about. just more weight to put onto his burdens, really. "sorry if the camp looks a bit of a mess, i've got some people packing up to head to india right now. one hell of a time for you to be arriving because i'll be making a drive all the way there." shayne then motioned towards those who were already packing things up, "as for the people already getting ready to leave, they'll be arriving in india in advance to get things set up before i get there. however, they'll be flying. i really hope you don't mind long drives because i plan to drive there as i've got some extra business to attend to on the way there."

judd spence mckay [fifty years old|the groom|interactions ~Lynn~ ]

judd watched as ariah went ahead to begin mixing the feed for the horses and when he made sure she knew what she was doing, the scot began to open up the large stable doors and as he swung open the last one, he could spot some figures in the distance. it looked to be, emile and some sort of stranger. judd tried his best to shield his eyes from the sun as to get a better view of what was happening and from what he could see, the butler was kicking the stranger off the property. must be an intruder. he then watched as the older man reentered the estate. the fact that the old man could still throw one hell of a punch was always a surprise, to judd. a surprise, sure but it was certainly a welcomed one as most trespassers were usually dealt with quickly.

after having observed what had happened, the man reentered the stables to find that the girl had pretty much finished putting together all the food. judd quickly double checked everything to make sure no measurements were out of place before getting ready to distribute the food among the animals. however, before he began picking up all the feed that had been made, he turned towards, ariah, who looked to want to help again. judd didn't usually let her help with giving out the food since most of the buckets were heavy so he always turned her down. however, right before he was about to, judd's dog, who usually was out looking over the horses, had entered the stables from who knows where. what timing. "you can go ahead and play with, dutch. this is gonna take pretty long, anyway. you deserve the break after getting all the food." the groom finished his statement with a small smile and ariah didn't hesitate to take to playing with the dog. her laughter and screams of joy as she chased the dog around the property was one of the reasons why judd was even still around. if it hadn't been for the fact that he had a kid, he most likely would have drank himself to death by now.

however, the girl didn't really realize just how loud she was and the man would have to continuously tell her to tone it down as there were other people living here. as judd was just finishing up giving the last bit of food to the last horse, he peeked out to watch as ariah was running dangerously close to a more muddy part of the property and the man sighed as he went after her, yelling out for her to stop as he didn't want to have to deal with getting her clean. his yelling rang out in the empty air and as he ran after her he stopped to catch his breath near a window on the library. looking in, he could spot, lucienna who looked to be quite relaxed with a book in hand.

kazimir makarovich 'cosmo' volkov [twenty-four years old|the chauffeur|interactions: BOKEH. ]

the young man always enjoyed being around all the people. whether they were staff or the residents, everybody were friends in his book and in fact, they were usually more than friends, they were his family. the one thing he had always been looking for. the chauffeur watched as few more people made their appearances and he made sure to acknowledge each one with a nod of greeting or just even a small wave. at the sight of the, heiress, heaven, kaz could feel the atmosphere shift just a bit as the crowd of staff had now been joined by one of the family. in fact, kaz felt his own posture straighten just at the sight of her. even if she was friendly with the staff, kaz still always automatically taking up a more formal position whenever she was near.

as he stood there, silently watching everybody, he caught sight of, crescent. the russian smiled and tried his best to get her attention, however, he tried his best to not bother her too much as he knew she was working at the moment. however, he couldn't contain himself from going to talk to his friend. he carefully made his way to her, making sure to avoid any of the other staff and grinned brightly when he made his way to her side. "hey there, cress!" the young man's accented voice cut through the silence of her work, "you seem pretty busy, need any help?"

ethan Ó faoláin

ethan felt the rage that the other young man caused go through his body. then, the stranger had finally sealed the deal when he had shoved, ethan's shoulders. there was no hesitation as, ethan countered with a quick and swift punch to the other young male's face. as his fist connected to the side of the stranger's face, ethan could hear some reaction of those who were standing nearby but at this point, nothing could really stop him. ethan ended up grabbing the stranger by the collar of his shirt while he was still recovering from the blow to the face and shoved him towards the crowd who kept him from falling over. "come on, then. you wanna fight, don't you?"

ethan Ó faoláin

ethan had been too taken over by anger to even realize that jamie had been trying to stop him. he had only stopped when she grabbed his arm. as she did, he was brought back into reality and looked at the bloody mess he had left the other young man. the crowd that had formed around the two had looks of horror but there were some who were also in awe. as ethan finally stopped hitting the stranger, he watched as what he could only conclude were the young man's friend come to his aid. the crowd, seeing that the fight was clearly over, dispersed and left the scene like nothing ever happened. ethan turned his attention to, jamie. "shouldn't have stopped me, guy like him deserves more than what i gave him." ethan glared at the wounded young man who was being pulled away by some of his friends.

shayne griffin 'ireland' lynch

the archaeologist absentmindedly nodded his head in acknowledgement to her reply. then, as she asked about what type of business he was to be attending to while on the drive, shayne simply shrugged, "just some associates i have to speak to, is all." shayne seemed to hesitate a bit as he spoke of 'associates'. his gaze then wandered off towards those who were already getting ready to leave and he quickly changed the subject, "you sure driving won't be much a problem because this drive is sure to take days. just warning you in advance." the man gave a friendly smile at the end of his statement but it was also clear that there was something bothering him. shayne just couldn't shake the idea of the rival treasure hunter who would do anything to get to the same thing he was getting at. he knew the hunter and he was prone to striking at moments you'd never expect. as he thought over the dangers of having a journalist with him, the man would glance at the shorter female a few times, going over all the possible situations he might bring her into. however, he would quickly snap himself out of his own thoughts and gestured over towards where his tent was on the other side of the camp.

"walk with me real quick to my tent, i need to get some things." shayne began making his way towards the small tent he had pitched on the edge of the site. he would glance back at, chiara once in a while to make sure she was following. he paused real quick as the two finally made it to his tent. before going in, he continued to speak, "you'll be riding shotgun with me and we'll be driving up to afghanistan where a pilot will pick us up and fly us the rest of the way, by the way. it will probably be more than a few days by car, depending on if run into any problems on the way or not. you'll get a ton of opportunities for note-taking and perhaps even pictures and video if you've got a camera on you."

as he finished telling her about the plans he had, he quickly held up his index finger in a gesture to say 'one moment' before entering his tent. he was quickly in and out and when he exited he now had on an old and worn black leather cowboy hat and a holstered pistol. before he turned to speak to chiara once more, he reached over towards a hook on the outside of his tent to retrieve a bullwhip, which he carefully put onto his belt. after readying himself, shayne turned back towards, chiara, "of course, just because we're making a big move tomorrow doesn't mean we can't have some time to explore." as he finished his sentence, he strode by the journalist while patting her shoulder before looking over the camp once again. "since i'm assuming it's you're first time here, we can go get a look around the city, if you'd like."

the archaeologist spoke with his back to his companion as he watched over the camp. of course, he had always meant to explore the city before he was partnered up with the journalist but timing was always one hell of a thing. however, all he hoped for was that their little sight seeing tour would go off without a hitch. he was aware that the rival treasure hunter was close behind but he wasn't sure just how close. shayne took a quick glance back at, chiara, as he thought over the fact that the two of them could be caught in some trouble. he was sure his partner thought that his job was simple. all he did was sit around and dig up dead people's stuff, right? well, that was half right. only half right...

after being caught up in his own thoughts, shayne finally jerked back to life and finally turned to face the journalist. "i'm sure you've got some money on you? 'cause i heard the marketplace is a nice place to visit." shayne put on a friendly smile again. however, this one was a bit more forced as he tried to swallow his nervousness over the rival treasure hunter.

joel harris fletcher

just another day for the man named, joel. there he was, running down the busy streets of new york, the sound of stomping boots and authoritative yells chasing after him. the man kept going, pushing himself to run as fast as he possibly could. as he ran, joel would push some bystanders out of his way who would then throw curses and insults his way. however, there was no time for apologizing. he needed to lose the men chasing him and fast. as he took a quick glance behind him, he could see the familiar flash of the red british uniforms chasing after him and they didn't seem to be slowing down. in fact, it looked as if they were coming closer.

he quickly whipped his head back around and began cursing to himself. if the streets had been more clear, he would have definitely lost them by now but there were just too many obstacles in his way. wagons, horses, people, and stalls, there were just so many things slowing him down. joel had been keeping up this act for about a whole year now. he was a wanted man, a deserter of the english army. after seeing firsthand the unfairness of the king, joel just couldn't bare to serve under such an unfair and corrupt ruler, so he left. however, he didn't exactly have the permission to leave. now he was wanted in every single colony with his face crudely scribbled onto wanted posters and his appearance being shoved down the throats of any and every redcoat soldier. he had already been captured once, in the past and was lucky enough to have escaped days before they could even think of hanging him. however, now he knew things were more serious and was sure that if he were to be captured now, they were gonna bump him straight to the top of the execution list.

joel, however, had more to worry about besides being a criminal on the run. a werewolf, is what most would call him. his powers and abilities had become stronger over the years, stronger than he could ever anticipate. at this point, his transformations were uncontrollable and at any point in the day he could transform without warning and each transformation worse than the last. he didn't know how long he could exactly hold out for until his powers completely took over his body, trapping him in the state of a wolf forever. however, stories and tales of a witch living somewhere in or near the colonies is told to have the cure for his uncontrollable transformations. it is said that she could help him and potentially save him from the power of the werewolf blood that ran through him. however, there was no way in hell he was going to get any work done in finding her if he always had to be looking over his shoulder and fleeing for his life every other minute.

speaking of fleeing for his life, joel was practically stuck with nowhere to go. the soldiers on his tail weren't giving up anytime soon and he didn't know of any shortcuts or means of escape anywhere nearby. he needed something to buy some time. then, he spotted a potential distraction. a man, standing a top of a pedestal preaching something to a crowd of bystanders. joel grinned to himself as he ran for the man on the pedestal, shoving his way through the crowd. there was no hesitation as he took hold of the stranger and flung them backwards into the oncoming redcoats. the man and the soldiers all fell over in an angered daze, a few bystanders being taken down with them.

as joel looked back at his handy work, he found himself slamming into somebody and went tumbling onto the ground, his hat flying off of his head. joel quickly scrambled to his feet, reaching for his hat and looking to see who he had collided with. however, before the person who he had slammed into could even say a word, the scot's eyes darted towards the crowd of people, the sight of red flashing through the people. joel grabbed onto the strangers shoulders, desperate for a way out, "this is gonna sound really weird but i nee you to help me, please. i need you to-" joel cut himself off as he took another glance at the crowd and at the red uniforms carefully sniffing about for him, "i need you to hide me, please. anywhere, i don't care where just please take pity on me."

judd spence mckay [fifty years old|the groom|interactions: ~Lynn~   Arthur Morgan  ]

judd gave a small yet tired smile in reply to, lucienna's greeting. he was never really too familiar with the other staff members but he still knew everybody's names and faces... he just never really saw anybody as a friend. the groom had been completely oblivious to the situation at hand until there was a abrupt stop to the girl's laughing and yelling and the sound of water splashing. judd's head quickly turned towards where ariah had went and at the sight of ambrose drenched in muddy water, judd sighed, heavily. he could see that ambrose was quite alright with what happened, which allowed a wave of relief to come over, judd.

soon enough, the man would join up with the two, taking a quick glance at his daughter and dog who both had mud on them. this was already the third time and the week wasn't even finished. however, he couldn't ever really get mad at her, she was a kid and he had done similar things in his childhood. judd looked down towards the girl, first, "i told you not to go on this side of the property, many times already, ariah." his voice was calm, yet stern. he never really yelled or rose his voice at the girl. judd never really saw the reason why, he felt yelling at a kid would sometimes just make things worse. in reply, the little girl sheepishly looked away, clearly guilty, "i know... but dutch ran over here first, i was just chasing him!"

in reply, judd only sighed and shook his head before giving her a small grin and playfully ruffling her hair, "alright, just go get yourself and dutch cleaned up," as he watched the kid run off to go get cleaned, judd yelled out one more thing to her, "and please stay away from anymore puddles!" the man then turned his attention to, ambrose. however, his attitude changed from friendly to a bit more serious. he was known for this, only ever showing emotion around his daughter and staying more blank and serious around both staff and family. even if he was with those who he saw as friends, he may have talked to them more than others but his face always stayed the same, almost always emotionless, "my apologies, lord ambrose. she's a very energetic kid, hard to slow her down."

kazimir makarovich 'cosmo' volkov [twenty-four years old|the chauffeur|interaction: BOKEH. ]

kaz smiled at the offer to help her. in fact, he was quite glad to be doing something rather than doing nothing. the family didn't always need the car everyday so he was usually stuck wandering around the estate, looking for somebody to help most of the time. he either did that or just spent time making sure every spec of dust on the car was gone. sure, he enjoyed his free time when he could play with his dog and sketch the birds that would usually show up on the property's garden but he was also one to get bored and he just always felt like he had to help instead of standing around doing nothing.

"can't turn somebody like me away." kazimir, joked. he then looked over what she was doing and ran his eyes over the dishes there were to clean. the young man didn't take long to getting to work. he took a couple of dishes to a different nearby sink to get to working. as much as the young russian liked to help and work wherever he could when not busy, he definitely did not want to trade his job of being a chauffeur for anything else. he liked driving and he loved being around the car and just taking care of it.

"so, how's things been goin' in your side of the world?" kaz asked, crescent. he never really saw her and the other kitchen staff much. since, well, they were mostly holed up in the kitchen and dining room far from where he usually hung out.

joel harris fletcher

oh thank god for this stranger. usually, most people just tried to avoid him as they didn't want to get up in his business and he was going to make sure to thank this man profusely sometime later whenever the heat died down. as the man began leading him through the crowds, joel was taken back a bit by his force but he didn't complain, he just needed somewhere to hide. he didn't care if it was in the middle of a dirty pig pen or down a well. he just wanted to know that he'd be safe. soon enough, the stranger stopped outside the door of a building, a building in which, joel, presumed was the man's home. there was no hesitation as he quickly entered through the door, not even bothering to take a look behind him. it really didn't take him that long to begin pacing around, going to any nearby windows and peeking out every single one of them.

he could hear the very faint noises of the voices of the soldiers rising through the air as they went up to as many people possible, asking if they had seen him. however, their scent was weak and it didn't seem like it was getting any stronger. joel was safe, for now. the redcoats were far off from the building and he was sure they'd give up the chase on day or another. relaxing, joel slid down a nearby wall and let out a sigh of relief as he sat down, head relaxed against the wall behind him. he thought he was dead, for sure. if the redcoats didn't want to see him swing so bad, they definitely would have shot him by now but he knew how they were. of course he would, he had been one of them. as much as he regretted being a redcoat, it was part of him now. it was something he would never be able to just throw away. it was going to haunt him for the rest of his life.

as joel took a moment to calm down and let his tensed up muscles relax, the man looked up towards his savior, "you have no idea how thankful i am for a person like you," joel took in a large breath to try and calm his beating heart, "i was this close to havin' been hung." the man nervously chuckled as he closed his eyes for a moment, leaning his head back against the wall, still trying to calm his body which was full of adrenaline. he shook his head and chuckled again, "what a life i have," the man would mumble, mainly to himself. joel then looked back towards, the stranger.

"sorry 'bout crashing into you earlier. my name's, joel, by the way." the man gave a mock two-fingered salute in greeting, giving a friendly and toothy grin to the stranger, his much longer top canines just slightly covering his bottom lip. his heart had soon calmed down, as long with his breathing and he felt quite relaxed for once in his life. "so, what's your name, by the way? i'd like to get to know who my savior is." the former redcoat, as relaxed as he was at the moment, was still slightly on edge about any random transformations that could take place at that very moment. he didn't want to scare the man or more importantly, kill or harm him so he prayed, internally, to whatever being was up there to keep his abilities under control.

joel harris fletcher

as james, spoke of how there may be a second round of soldiers, joel simply sighed. he didn't know what else he'd expect, the redcoats were always persistent, they always wanted to see somebody swing at least every single day and it was like their lust for blood could never be satisfied. as he thought about it, joel went back to all the times he'd have to arrest spies, patriot soldiers, and even just citizens who were a bit resistant. after a while, he realized how just bad things were. his fellow soldiers joking around as their prisoner wailed in protest. he just couldn't do it. so, he snuck away in the middle of the night and that's where all his troubles began. joel would soon then be taken out of his thoughts when, james, spoke of him being able to stay and how he had 'ruined' his shopping trip.

joel lightly smiled at the mention of his shopping, "quite sorry but i'm sure i've added a little fun to your day, today. haven't i?" he wasn't going to pretend like he hadn't been taken in by a person who had taken pity on him but he was never let into that person's house. joel had been hidden in many places. bales of hay, behind and under stalls, inside horse stables, and just everywhere besides a person's house. he was glad this man was so trusting. a house was definitely a better hiding spot than inside a bale of hay. the redcoats were usually quite prone to sticking their bayonets into the piles of hay and he definitely didn't want to have to go through something like that, every again.

as the grew a bit silent, joel stood up, slowly and straightened out his clothes. he then began to look around the place just a bit and then turned to, james, "so, what do you do? i'm sure you aren't some simple farmer, by the looks of it," joel then paused for a moment, thinking of what he should introduce himself as, "i... personally, work at a stable. one too many times denying redcoats can definitely set them off, i can tell you that." joel grinned, lying straight through his teeth. he just wanted to make sure he could gain, james' complete trust. if he had told him he was a former redcoat, only god knows how he may have reacted. he knew many colonists and patriots would react quite negatively. even if he was a former soldier, there was nothing that could rewrite the past. all the things he had done before were going to be stuck with him, forever. there was no running from the things he had done. all the innocent people he had hurt and killed. all those people he had to make suffer. all of that was part of him, now. there was no forgetting it.

joel continued to absentmindedly walk around the house. he was still just a bit nervous but he tried his best not to show it. then, he stopped walking and smiled, mainly to himself, before looking over towards, james, "i'm guessing you've gotten into plenty of trouble with the redcoats, as well? you seem like the type of person."

ethan Ó faoláin

ethan barley had anytime to have his own input as she pulled him away to go and clean up his bloody knuckles. he only listened as she spoke of him not having to step in which caused, ethan, to scoff, "yeah, well, i may be mean but i'll always stand up to assholes like that guy." ethan was still a bit wary about being around, jamie but he tried his best not to dig himself an even deeper hole than he had already dug. for the first time, ethan had actually met somebody who seemed willing to be nice to him, even after he had been rude towards them. most people ignored him after the first initial meeting and ethan never had a problem with that but this time, it was different. it didn't seem like he had chased her off, well, yet.

as he angled his head a bit to look a the shorter girl, he realized that they were standing a bit too close for his liking so he quietly tried to put some space in between them, pretending like he didn't notice the shift. "y'know, i'll be fine, right?" ethan was trying his best to get this whole thing over with but deep down, he didn't really want it end. he never really had a person care for him the way, jamie was. even if he had barely known her for a whole day, she was actually beginning to grow on him but god forbid he'd ever admit to that.

ethan Ó faoláin

ethan kept his mouth shut as she continued to try and clean up all the blood on his cut up knuckles. it didn't seem like he was going to stop her anytime soon so he just let her do her thing without much else to say. when she spoke of their first meeting, ethan didn't really have much of a reply. he knew he was probably the one who should have been apologizing but he kept silent, not saying anything. he hated to apologize and as much as he knew one was needed, he still wasn't about to give one. "yeah. whatever, though, that's in the past." ethan just seemed like he couldn't get himself to even as much as utter the word 'sorry'. "we should probably get outta here, not a terrible lot of bathrooms in this place, don't wanna keep people waiting."