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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2013 6:24:16 GMT
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@will Both parties were either too drunk or worried to notice the haggard figure that had stumbled into the seedy bar. A filthy white shirt and the buttons at his neck and cuffs undone helped him blend in. A menace in his eye and a heaviness in his breath proved him physically broken. The room was a haze - he had been kicked in the head a couple times, but the mass of her hair proved a beacon. What were the odds? Damien erupted. "William! You bleeding cunt!!" Damien snarled, clutching his stomach as he nearly collapsed inside the seedy bar. "Hold him -"he direct his assistant. "Tea parties are for Englishmen, not louts. Fawn! You whack him next time he tries something. Jesus Christ, did you just get here?" Damien's right eye was an oil spill. He limped too, like a dog that still had to keep walking. A flushed red mottled his face, and he breathed like a hurt bull. He glared at Fawn, but only for an instant, after which he launched at his brother. "You fucking knew," he muttered through gritted teeth. note: i suppose it is fawn's turn, then william's? YOUNG VOLCANOES [newclass=.tag]float:left;border-top:5px solid #ff0000;border-left:10px solid #00e5ff;border-bottom:5px solid #ff0000;border-right:10px solid #00e5ff;margin-right:5px; width: 100px; text-align: center; padding-top: 45px; font: 10px verdana; line-height: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 55px; opacity: 0; -moz-opacity: 0; -webkit-opacity: 0; position: relative; z-index: 3; margin-left: -125px; transition: all 0.5s ease; -webkit-transition: all 0.5s ease; -moz-transition: all 0.5s ease; -o-transition: all 0.5s ease; -ms-transition: all 0.5s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.tag:hover]float:left;border-top:5px solid #ff0000;border-left:10px solid #00e5ff;border-bottom:5px solid #ff0000;border-right:10px solid #00e5ff;margin-right:5px; width: 100px; text-align: center; padding-top: 45px; font: 10px verdana; line-height: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 55px; opacity: 1; -moz-opacity: 1; -webkit-opacity: 1; position: relative; z-index: 3; background: #000; color: #ededed; margin-left: -125px; transition: all 0.5s ease; -webkit-transition: all 0.5s ease; -moz-transition: all 0.5s ease; -o-transition: all 0.5s ease; -ms-transition: all 0.5s ease;[/newclass]
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2013 13:34:56 GMT
SAINT MARIE JUST LEAVE ME BE The moment she saw Damien, Fawn was washed over with guilt for being lost. She also screamed, just a little, just for a second. It wasn't on purpose but she couldn't keep it from slipping out. She'd never seen someone bleed like that up close. After taking a little step towards him (since she didn't know what else to do) she held her hands up uselessly before he directed her back to William. Not like she wanted to have anything to do with him again, but Fawn was at a loss. When Damien glared at her, she squeaked again. "I got lost!" her voice was tiny and quiet. She hadn't been expecting something like this. She looked at Damien all over again, taking in his uneasy steps and mangled mess of blood and skin. Swallowing roughly, her throat going dry, she looked at his face. It look like a crumpled up magazine page, like an actor who usually had some sort of swagger and presence had just been thrown into th bottom of a grimy trashcan. She wanted to ask what happened, but it didn't seem like her place to do so. |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2013 16:52:25 GMT
| | three guns, one goes off | His hand covered his mouth and his face as if he was doing the kind thing by hiding his amusement when both of them knew that William would laugh right in (both) of their faces anyway. Pixies served their masters well enough that they could sometimes become the same person, so, in his head, this little pixie was an extension of Damnit Damien. The batman to his robin, if you will.
William shook his head. "I think you might find that I am an Englishman, and you seem to come from the back end of a goat, dear." Smiling innocently, that quickly erupted into laughter. "Wack me? You want to get rid of me? The respectable doctor that many pin their last hopes on? I... don't think sooooo my friend." Shaking then nodding his head as if dealing with a child - William had no way of knowing how many times his head got kicked in this time - William suddenly found this a whole lot more amusing than playing with the pixie.
"But you have to train this one better if you want her poisoning the men with her singing, because first of all that one isn't even blonde! She's a redhead! You'd need to get her a tail too, she walks far too well."
However, William did make sure to keep his distance. There were no iron bars to protect him like in zoos, after all.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2013 4:49:58 GMT
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@will Damien was past Fawn's excuses - he could sort that out with her later. "Then get a map," he said to her curtly. William was too covered in oil to let him slip away now. Damien didn't know what exactly to blame about William that made him so unlikeable right now. The curl of a smile behind that hand? The drink in his other? The repugnant smell of alcoholism that he was beginning to assume. But as his little brother, he wanted to be listened to and obeyed. These times were tough for the eldest. It screwed Damien up to admit that he needed his William to have his back. Perhaps he ought to have a mature conversation, where he might explain that he was in some complicated trouble with green-eyed men in black suits. But his brother wouldn't get that satisfaction. Not after this show. Damien wanted an unquestioning ally, but the kid he grew up with in England just made him want to punch someone in the face right now. "The hell is wrong with red hair!?! It's better your fairy mop! You're useless. Pin their hopes? If a bleeding man walked in your office, what would you do? Huh? Giggle while he bled to death?"Damien snatched at the bashful hand covering his brother's mouth. "You're the one that needs to be trained, for god's sake. When I send a note saying to go somewhere, you do what it fucking says." YOUNG VOLCANOES [newclass=.tag]float:left;border-top:5px solid #ff0000;border-left:10px solid #00e5ff;border-bottom:5px solid #ff0000;border-right:10px solid #00e5ff;margin-right:5px; width: 100px; text-align: center; padding-top: 45px; font: 10px verdana; line-height: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 55px; opacity: 0; -moz-opacity: 0; -webkit-opacity: 0; position: relative; z-index: 3; margin-left: -125px; transition: all 0.5s ease; -webkit-transition: all 0.5s ease; -moz-transition: all 0.5s ease; -o-transition: all 0.5s ease; -ms-transition: all 0.5s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.tag:hover]float:left;border-top:5px solid #ff0000;border-left:10px solid #00e5ff;border-bottom:5px solid #ff0000;border-right:10px solid #00e5ff;margin-right:5px; width: 100px; text-align: center; padding-top: 45px; font: 10px verdana; line-height: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 55px; opacity: 1; -moz-opacity: 1; -webkit-opacity: 1; position: relative; z-index: 3; background: #000; color: #ededed; margin-left: -125px; transition: all 0.5s ease; -webkit-transition: all 0.5s ease; -moz-transition: all 0.5s ease; -o-transition: all 0.5s ease; -ms-transition: all 0.5s ease;[/newclass] |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2013 16:16:37 GMT
SAINT MARIE JUST LEAVE ME BE Fawn hadn't been expecting him to be so curt - most people pitied her, at least a little. She blushed beet red, her whole face feeling wickedly hot. All she could do was watch, helplessly and uselessly, as Damien's tone escalated. She wasn't looking forward to William's reply or what would follow. But what was she supposed to do? Something told Fawn that maybe, just maybe, if she stayed she could calm things down. At least in the aftermath. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2013 19:43:56 GMT
| | three guns, one goes off | William shrugged innocently, grinning widely at Damien's attempts to make him fluster. No dice.
"I am a doctor, even I have the splendidness in my heart to do what I can to bleeding men, unless they happened to be red heads that are... hrm... That have names beginning with D! Yes I like this game!"
His hand was grabbed, and it was like pressing a switch against William's forehead. Just as that happened, he used his body's force to push him against a wall, free hand across his neck. Tightly.
"Brother Damien," he began, tone low and threatening. "I am not five years old, looking around sad for a playmate, willing to do the pointless bidding of those around me." He narrowed his eyes, giving Damien a long, hard glare.
"So keep your fucking problems to yourself," By now he pressed his forehead against Damien's, so hard it felt numb. "I have no interest in people who have fallen into the rabbit hole and consumed by stupid, human desires."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2013 20:01:09 GMT
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@will He met his brother's chilling glare with hot spite. (How could he forgive his mother for making them the same height.) "Rabbit hole - you're the bloke that's lost his mind. Drinkin' in the daytime, again?" Damien growled back, pulling ferociously at the grip of his brother pressed to his neck. "Rubbage brother." One of his hands let go of his neck and shot for a beer bottle from the counter-top, bringing it to smash harshly over William's head. He could be twelve all over again. Damien breathed heavily from the asphyxiation, absent-minded that Fawn might be seeing a side of him that was reserved only for family matters. Damien already had a black eye from his earlier business, and it would be an embarrassment if his younger brother got the best of him. YOUNG VOLCANOES [newclass=.tag]float:left;border-top:5px solid #ff0000;border-left:10px solid #00e5ff;border-bottom:5px solid #ff0000;border-right:10px solid #00e5ff;margin-right:5px; width: 100px; text-align: center; padding-top: 45px; font: 10px verdana; line-height: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 55px; opacity: 0; -moz-opacity: 0; -webkit-opacity: 0; position: relative; z-index: 3; margin-left: -125px; transition: all 0.5s ease; -webkit-transition: all 0.5s ease; -moz-transition: all 0.5s ease; -o-transition: all 0.5s ease; -ms-transition: all 0.5s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.tag:hover]float:left;border-top:5px solid #ff0000;border-left:10px solid #00e5ff;border-bottom:5px solid #ff0000;border-right:10px solid #00e5ff;margin-right:5px; width: 100px; text-align: center; padding-top: 45px; font: 10px verdana; line-height: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 55px; opacity: 1; -moz-opacity: 1; -webkit-opacity: 1; position: relative; z-index: 3; background: #000; color: #ededed; margin-left: -125px; transition: all 0.5s ease; -webkit-transition: all 0.5s ease; -moz-transition: all 0.5s ease; -o-transition: all 0.5s ease; -ms-transition: all 0.5s ease;[/newclass] |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2013 15:59:30 GMT
SAINT MARIE JUST LEAVE ME BE Shortly she realized that there was no calming this, no smoothing it over. Fawn was in over her head and out of her element from the moment Damien sent her on the task. This became scarily apparent when William grabbed his brother by the neck and the girl just watched, blinked, wrung her hands together. It was obvious she should have done something - Damien would pass out or worse, worse, worse, worse. The word skipped in her head like a broken record, worse, worse, worse. Fawn placed both palms on either side of her head, covering her ears and then she squeezed her eyes shut as tight as she could, trying to drown out any stimuli - as if, by doing so, she could also stop it from happening. But as soon as she opened her eyes, worse, worse, worse, she saw Damien smash a bottle over Will's head. She had failed. Fawn couldn't contain a shrill shriek of surprise, a single sharp note that only lasted for a fraction of a second. |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2013 22:34:20 GMT
William used to be athletic; in the sense of gentlemen's sports, like tennis, sometimes cricket, and polo.
These days though, the most sun and sweat he'd get from movement were burials.
Taking a drunken step back; of course he hadn't been able to dodge the bottle, he wondered for a moment what made Damien turn into such a mindless coward - but maybe, it was something he'd long gone past of. It was something Damien always had inside of him. Things just didn't come out of nowhere.
They were probably all illegitimate sons and daughters. Father probably fucked more whores than they all managed to guess; how else could they all turn into such disgusting monsters?
Mother had excellent genes. He probably tested them at some point, for a fun science experiment.
So he could only laugh, laugh like a hatter, and pointed to everyone he could point to.
"We're all going to Hell, alL OF US, DON'T YOU DENY IT NOW, WE'RE ALL DOOMED!" His hand made sure not to touch his head, but he was already making his way out the bar. His boss could probably patch him up.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2013 22:26:51 GMT
Unlike William, Damien had a following of rugby and wrestling, which casually continued into his time at the army. The muscles from combat training, hour-long runs, and a few relay courses that he could not evade, unlike deployment, had not left him over the years. Damien was a brute when he grabbed his brother by the neck of his coat and hauled back inside. "Fawn, jesus christ, get some ice for the man-" he ordered, even though he was still rough when he threw his little brother into a chair.
"Listen, Will. You can't leave until I say you can leave. Now what the hell has gotten into you? You walk Main with a big sign about the end of the world or something? What happened to you and when are you going to pull yourself together?" he snarled.
If Will tried to get up again, Damien would stand to block him. His brother wanted answers. He still cared. Even though Damien had a black eye because he thought he could depend on Will getting Fawn's message, every degree of the ice's chill would be only for his brother's sore head.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2013 21:05:59 GMT
moving this thread bc i'm archiving fawn
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