Phillip Lark: He chuckles a bit. "Oh yeah how
so?" he asks to the surprising bit.
Max Zeric: *He contemplates Phillip for a
moment.* "Because it doesnt fit the natural progression, the normal paths. It's
a left field congruence, a dip in the road. And it makes it very surprising to
see such things." *He nods and takes another sip.* "That or maybe i just dont
read people as well as i thought."
Phillip Lark: "Depends on your perception of
'normal' and 'natural' now don't it?" he considers something for a moment. "That
or what you used to see people like was from a different point of view, and now
you are seeing things in a new way." he shrugs. "But then what do I know."
Max Zeric: "So your seeing things in a
different light as well then?" *He asks, returning the statement to Phillip.*
Phillip Lark: "Depends on your point of view. Don't
we all see thing the way we interpret them to be? You put fifty people in the
same place and they all witness the same accident. You are going to get 50
different views of what happened. Which one is right?"
Max Zeric: *He grins slightly* "To
most...that may be true. And not to sound arrogant, but my view of things tends
to be a bit more, universal." *He takes another sip* "But in general your
right."
Phillip Lark: He chuckles. "Score one for the side
of death." he syas under his breath, to the end comment. He shrugs. "That is why
i tend to leave the universal stuff to Baby.....and you. Since you two seem to
know what you are doing, and I don't know dick about any of that."
Max Zeric: *He nods* "Heh sometimes we
dont even know what exactly we are seeing...it was one of us that started it all
after all." *He grins slightly, but it could hardly be called a smile.*
Phillip Lark: He shrugs. "The age old debate." he
takes another sip of his beer. "So you getting back into the swing of things?"
he asks as he looks back over the crowd a moment or two before looking back.
Max Zeric: *He looks around* "I...suppose
that depends on what exactly you mean by that." *He grins now widely.* "At the
moment its all catch-up. "It certainly wasnt easy explaining to the lab where id
been for the last month."
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
(mind some company?)
Max Zeric: ((Come on in scar))
Phillip Lark: She chuckles. "That part is never
easy. Explaining things you really can't. So you work in a lab huh?" he asks
still slumped in the seat his legs crossing at the ankles as he relaxes. "Eh I
mean with Beth, and anything else you might have had going on you know. Getting
back into the swing of things." He shrugs and takes a sip of his beer. ((Roll
comming))
Phillip Lark:
d10: Charisma+Sub(WP): 4,9,7,9,3,4,
Phillip Lark: ((Nope))
Phillip Lark: He comes off quite nonchalant and easy
going as he talks.
Max Zeric:
d10: Per+Sub: 10,8,6,7,5,2,
Max Zeric: "I do yes...Forensics." *He
says sipping the beer.* "As to...beth, thats something im trying to figure out
myself."
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
Brigitte meanders out from behind the red door, a
lazy smile about her.
Phillip Lark: "Forensics?" he genuinely looks
interested. "Wow. Makes what I do seem basic."
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
(are they at the bar or in the lounge?)
Max Zeric: *He nods* "Medical Forensics,
analysing foreign substances, poking tumors. Things like that." *He takes
another sip.* "What DO you do?"
Phillip Lark: (Uh....at a table in the quieter
section....I dunno where that is, just not at the bar. *Shrugs* Only played in
the club itself once, so I do not really know the layout)
Max Zeric: ((Lounge))
Phillip Lark: He nods. "Phill wanted to get into
medicine at one time, but well.....I work at a Cometary, cremating bodies,
preserving them for burial things like that. It suits." He says with a shrug.
"As I said nothing as interesting as what you do."
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
(eeexcellent..) She shakes herself a martini and
makes smalltalk with the bartender for a brief moment before heading over toward
the lounge. She wanders first toward the fireplace, donning a slinky black dress
this evening. No makeup, surprisingly enough. Hair still wet from the hot tub.
Phillip Lark:
d10: Per+Alert: 3,7,7,2,5,6,
Max Zeric: *He tilts his head to the other
side.* "Maybe...depends what you take away from it all doesnt it?" *He's
speaking in jest now, a good mood all in all it would appear.*
Max Zeric:
d10: Per+alert: 4,7,4,1,6,
Phillip Lark: He has been glancing around at people
most of the night in amongst talking with Max. This does not change as he takes
another sip of his beer and looks back to Max, if he saw Brigitte he doesn't
seem to acknowledge it.
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
Brigitte starts flirting with one of the regulars
near the fire.
Phillip Lark: A grin. "Yeah, it does depend on what
you take away from it all. Many thing to learn, that could be useful."
Max Zeric: *He nods* "Its amazing what you
learn in jobs like ours." *He says with a grin and a chuckle. His eyes looking
over towards brigitte for a moment.* "So what brings you here tonight? Just out
to socialize?"
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
The girl saunters away from the regular, letting her
pretty green eyes flick over the patrons of the evening. She gains a tiny smile
when looking over toward Max and Phillip, starting to sway in that direction.
Phillip Lark: He shrugs. "To grab a beer and see
who might be here. I do that every now and then. How about yourself?"
Max Zeric: "A little bit of that yeah. But
i have a few other things to deal with here tonight as well." *He finishes off
the beer.* "All part of the to do list."
Phillip Lark: "Well then don't let me stop you." he
says with a grin. "Hopefully you can get that to do list cleared soon and start
to just be you know?"
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
She casts a sweet smile in her approach, tipping her
martini in their direction. "Well heeeeeeeeeello boys.. This a private party?"
Max Zeric: *He grins at that.* "Thats the
hope."
Max Zeric:
d10: Manip+Sub Diff min : 8,8,5,3,5,2,6,
Phillip Lark: He finally looks away from Max over to
Brigitte. "Hello dear." he says and takes a last sip of his beer. "Well not, not
exactly, but since Max here has business to take care of I was going to head
off." he chuckles. "That and my beer is finished."
Max Zeric: ((That was for the above
statement)) *He then turns to Brigitte with a smile.* "Evening...not as far as i
was told." *He then looks over to Phil for confirmation*
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
She lets out a tiny giggle. "I see.. drink and run.
You never come play with me anymore, love.." She winks at phillip and takes a
sip from her martini.
Phillip Lark:
d10: Per+Sub (minus two): 4,6,9,4,4,7,5,
Phillip Lark: ((*Blinks* Holy shit))
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
d10: per+sub: 6,10,3,4,4,
Phillip Lark: He looks back to Max, then back to
Brigitte. "It happens, besides, I don't want to compete with you other play
things dear."
Max Zeric: *Max chuckles* "Theres a
competition?"
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
She rolls her eyes. "Oh, please.. It's been boring as
hell around here lately. I hate going out without having someone around to watch
the girls.." She tilts her head. "I'm not sure ~how~ I got stuck with
bitch-detail.. but it is REALLY dampening my social life."
Phillip Lark: He grins to Max. "Oh you haven't
heard, our lovely here like to have a different person on her arm whenever she
goes out. Changes her bedpartners as often as her fashion." he smiles teasingly
up to Brigitte. Then tilts his head. "Well, what there is only the two of them
here, with the other off, elsewhere right? Sure soon max here can take and look
after Beth and if you need someone too I could watch Ana, might not be the best
with the encouragement but at least taking care and medically watching over her
I can do that no worries."
William Halloran: He's been sitting in his
usual spot at the door on Security detail, dressed as he is in the bog-ass
"Security" T-Shirt and jeans. Let off the hook for a break, he makes his way
from the door, running a huge hand through his hair as he makes his way toward
the bar, eyes scanning around the place.
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
She squints over toward Phillip, his words striking a
chord with her. She looks off toward the crowd, going eerily silent. Strange for
the glittermuse.
Max Zeric: *He raises an eyebrow but is
still smiling.* "I'm sure its not quite like that." *He says looking up to
Brigitte.* "How is beth anyways?"
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
"Bitchy as always.." She mumbles, taking a sip from
her martini. Her tone bitter.
Phillip Lark: He sighs and rubs the back of his neck
with one hand. "Hey, just forget it alright." he says to Brigitte.
William Halloran: Noticing Brigitte over
with Max and Phillip, he throws a tiny smile her way, nodding a little bit.
Max Zeric: *He nods at that.*
"Hopefully...i can help with that. Just not sure how to start." *He says with a
willing smile.*
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
She shoots a 'look' over to Phillip, a mixture
between hurt and feminine malaise. "Just because you're one of Laurel's little
friends.. that doesn't give you the right to say shit like that to me. I don't
fucking appreciate it."
Phillip Lark: He leans even further back as if he
just got slapped as he looks at Brigitte. "Wha...?" He blinks. "I thought at one
time I was both of your friends I gotta chose sides between you and her now?" he
so looks like he has no clue what in the world is going on he looks to Max as if
he is lose and confused.
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
"I ~did~ consider you a friend. Even after you
fucking attacked me! Yet here you want to sit back and call me a slut in so many
words.. fuck.. you, Phillip."
William Halloran: He winces when he sees
Brigitte going on the defensive, and starts to make his way over toward her
side.
Max Zeric: *He looks between Phil and
Brigitte considering what to say.* "Alright...bad opening. Just a jest amoungst
friends right phillip?" *He looks towards him with a look to diffuse.*
Phillip Lark: "I was teasing you. A friend cannot
even do that anymore?" he frowns in confusion not entirely knwoing where this is
all coming from. "I already told you and apologized to you for that....what do
you want me to go and crawl back to hell so that you will forgive me for that.
Not as if I had any eyes at the time to see you or know what was going on." He
looks so uncomfortable. "I do not know what is going on just tell me to leave
and I won't come back. I didn't know we were not friends." if he keeps slipping
further and further down in his seat he will be on the floor in a moment. His
shoulder hunched slightly. Looking more like a scared boy than an adult.
Phillip Lark: He ndos to what Max says though.
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
She rubs her forehead with the back of her hand. "I..
I know.. I'm sorry.." She mumbles lazily. Shaking her head subtly. "It's just..
all this shit with Laurel is really making me cranky right now. I know you
didn't mean anything by it. I ~do~ consider you a friend. Otherwise.. I wouldn't
give a shit."
William Halloran: He comes to a stop
directly behind Brigitte, hovering protectively there and listening.
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
She leans back against william, a weak gesture.
Max Zeric: *Max smiles and jestures to one
of the other open seats.* "Then have a seat and just...forget about it for a
while."
Phillip Lark: He rubs the back of his neck again and
looks in between Max William and Brigitte. "Hey sorry I didn't know.....I don't
know half of what is going on." he keeps his shoulders hunched but doesn't look
like he wants to make a mad dash beneath the table anymore. "Sorry." He says
once more to Brigitte.
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
She shrugs. "I was only coming down to check on how
things were running, really. I still need to get around to feeding the girls."
William Halloran: He sets a supportive
hand on Brigitte's shoulder. "I c'n do that if ya want. Ain't gotta do
everything yerself..."
Max Zeric: *He looks up to William and
then to Brigitte.* "I was about to offer the same. Is Ana eating on her own
yet?"
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
She leans back and kisses William's chest. "You'd
probably just make Ana wet herself.. And I'm running out of sheets."
Phillip Lark: He reaches out to pick up his beer
bottle and as if remembering that it is empty he puts his hand back to the back
of his neck and rubs it once more. He remains silent as they talk.
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
She looks toward Max "She has her days. Some are
better than others. It usually depends on how loud Beth is being. It's hard to
calm someone down when you have an adolescent shrill scream from across the hall
calling you a nazi."
William Halloran: "Ehh. Good point." He
tries for a tiny smile. "I c'n at least do the laundry for those sheets. I'm
good with bleach."
Max Zeric: *Max nods at that.* "Well...if
no one has any objections, i was planning to take Beth from here sometime soon,
as long as i can gain her trust...now."
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
"I'd appreciate it. The newest ones are in the hamper
in the spare room."
Phillip Lark: "She is a spit fire." he says about
Beth, and keeps his eyes down to the table. "Ana need to have someone to just
look after her."
William Halloran: "Kay. I'll do it tonight
after we close up."
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
She smiles sweetly to Max. "I give my full blessing..
for you to take her wherever you want. I can pack her things tonight if you
like. Gift wrapped, even."
Phillip Lark: He looks up to Brigitte when she says
that one had still at the back of his neck and he looks to Max.
Max Zeric: *Max smiles back and chuckles.*
"Well i must get her to trust me first...at least somewhat. Taking her from here
kicking and screaming wouldnt really work very well."
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
She cocks a brow. "She'd probably leave with a
complete stranger if I let her. She hates it here."
Max Zeric: *He thinks about that for a
moment.* "You know...your right on that part." *He grins thinking it over.*
Phillip Lark: "Well why don't us guys go and relieve
you from feeding the girls and do that for you." he looks back over to Brigitte.
"Let you relax down here."
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
She shrugs. "I'm as relaxed as I'm getting, really.
If you guys want to come up as well, I certainly don't mind." She nuzzles her
head back against william. "You wanna come, love? The others can handle it til
closing time."
William Halloran: "Sure." He nods a
little to Brigitte. "I'm cool with that."
Max Zeric: *Max stands at that point*
"Excellent, then shall we go see the girls?" *He looks between each person
gathered there.*
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
Brigitte gives a lazy nod, moving to lead the
entourage.
Phillip Lark: He nods his head and slowly stands up,
dropping his hand from the back of his neck and putting his hands in his jeans
pockets and grins somewhat. "Yep I am ready."
Max Zeric: ((Then shall we move beyond the
red door?))
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
(sure.)
Phillip Lark: (On my way))
William Halloran: He takes up position just
behind Brigitte, making his way up with them. ((On me way))
BEHIND THE RED DOOR
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
Brigitte saunters up the stairs and into the lounge.
You can hear the faint sound of crying coming from beth's room. The door is
closed. Ana's door is open as usual to reveal her sitting on the bed staring at
the wall.
Phillip Lark: He follows the group up beyond the red
door. Looking around as they go.
Max Zeric: *Max makes his way up the
stairs but halts at Beth's door. He looks after Brigitte but he stays put
looking at the door obviously preparing himself mentally to go in*
Phillip Lark: He keeps his voice low so that Beth
does not hear him. "I will check on Ana." he says and moves in that direction
into the room even taking his hands out of his pockets as he does so.
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
Brigitte wanders by without paying much attention to
the pair of mortals. Used to it by now. She moves behind the bar toward the
refrigerator to dig out something for them to eat.
Phillip Lark: "Hey Max." he says though as he stops
just inside the door and backtracks."
William Halloran: He's right behind
Brigitte until they hit the lounge, then makes his way over to the bar to get
her a drink.
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
Ana doesn't respond to the person standing in her
doorway.
Max Zeric: *Max looks back to Phil just as
he was reaching for the door.* "Yes Phillip?"
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
Brigitte digs out some sannich makings. Nothing
special, really. She smiles over to William. "How've you been, love? I know I
haven't been downstairs much lately.. I'm sorry."
Phillip Lark: He glances to Beth's door and looks
back to Max, keeping his voice down for Beths sake. "I, uh, just wanted to say
if you ever wanted to hang out get a beer again sometime to give me a call.
relax and hang out You know?" he says.
William Halloran: He shrugs a little,
pouring Brigitte's drink and setting it on the bar before reaching for something
for himself. "M'awright. Ain't had much goin' on, really. Same ol', same ol'.
Just...doin' my thing, y'know?"
Max Zeric: *Max raises an eyebrow at that
but nods afterwards.* "I will." *He then looks back to the door and then opens
the door and steps inside.*
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
She nods, continuing to make two sandwiches atop
separate plates. "Did you get anything out of the meeting I had you attend?"
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
Beth is sitting on the floor in the corner, knees
being hugged to her chest. Crying, as was obvious from the sound. She blearily
looks up when Max opens the door, choking a bit. "Wh.. who are you?"
Phillip Lark: He smiles to Max and ducks back into
Ana's room shutting the door part way so as to possibly muffle some of Beth's
sounds maybe? He makes his way over to Ana's bed. "Hey Ana sweetheart." he says
looking her over.
Max Zeric: *Max closes the door behind him
and leans there looking over to Beth with a reassuring smile.* "That is a
complicated question Beth...but you can call me Max."
William Halloran: He frowns a little bit,
nodding. "Think a lotta it was over my head...but I kinda got a better idea of
how the Court works. Mostly, I was watchin' the people, tryin' ta get a better
feel for 'em. Since I didn't know some-a them so well."
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
Brigitte nods and reaches back into the refrigerator
for two apples. She starts slicing them up. "It'll be good for you to learn
faces at the very least. Can't have you making bad impressions when you're
connected to me, love.."
Max Zeric: *He then slips down to the
floor and sits not moving after that.* "To talk, and afterwards if you want. To
take you away from here."
Max Zeric: ((Sweeps *G*))
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
Reaching up to her forehead is easy. She doesn't
resist. Just keeps staring. Her breathing pattern is steady. Temperature normal,
maybe a bit on the cold side from sitting in front of the vent for so long.
William Halloran: He nods a little bit,
putting the bottles back and sliding Brigitte's glass closer to her.
"Yeah...don't wanna make you look bad. Tryin' not to."
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
Brigitte smiles, reaching over to sip from the drink
he made for her. "You don't make me look bad, love. Not in the slightest. You're
the best thing that's happened to me."
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
Ana doesn't respond.
William Halloran: He blinks at that, and
looks down, color coming to his cheeks, both good and shattered. He smiles just
a little. "Uh...thanks. I mean...I dunno. Sometimes I don't think so...but I
like knowin' that you're happy about it."
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
She nods, smiling up to him. "Very happy." She
reaches over to touch his ruined cheek. "Now.. if only you'd let me fix you up.
You could be so beautiful if you wanted to be, William.."
Phillip Lark: Most people might be frustrated with
this, working with dead bodies, and well talking to them a lot he doesn't seem
to mind at all. He smiles to Ana. "Well, we will get you some food, and see
about the others how about that?" he says moving to stand up a bit and tuck
blankets around her a bit so she doesn not get too cold.
William Halloran: He chews on his lower
lip, quiet a moment. "I...I dunno. I mean...I know. I wanna look right, an' how
you want me to, but..." He shrugs.
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
Brigitte trails her hand down his face. "But.. what,
love? You've fond memories about what you were before you met me? ~That~ is why
you insist on looking like a monster?"
Phillip Lark: After tucking her in he brushes his
hand over her hair once more. "I am going to go and see about your food, and
then I will be right back." he says and moves to do just that.
Phillip Lark:
d10: Willpower: 8,9,4,6,10,3,
William Halloran: "No..." He shakes his
head. "Ain't like who I was before. Not one bit. But it reminds me what happens
when I fuck up an' don't protect the people in my life who need it."
Max Zeric: *He doesnt move.* "No Beth, im
not i am here to do exactly as i promised you i would, that i would look after
you. And make sure you are always safe. I promised you that. That night in the
back of the SUV, when i saved your life." *He smiles.* "Ask me anything, things
only casey would know. I'll prove it."
Max Zeric: *He doesnt move.* "No Beth,
im not i am here to do exactly as i promised you i would, that i would look
after you. And make sure you are always safe. I promised you that. That night in
the back of the SUV, when i saved your life." *He smiles.* "Ask me anything,
things only casey would know. I'll prove it."
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
"And you never stopped to consider that maybe you
could help the people you care about.. by fitting in a bit more than you do?"
She smiles sweetly up toward the giant. "I love you, william. Scars and all..
but you shouldn't let them control who you are.. or how you act. If you need a
reminder, I'd be more than willing to give you one. Daily if necessary."
Phillip Lark: He seems all calm cool and collected,
when he walks back out to the lounge, he looks at Brigitte and William, looking
somewhat appologetic. He clears his throat. "I am going to feed Ana. She needs
to be bathed, change of clothes maybe. Need to make sure she has no bed sores or
anything like that."
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
Brigitte looks over, stepping back from william and
scooting a plate phillip's way. "You can find clean clothes in her dresser,
love. She didn't have any sores yesterday.. for what it's worth. I try to move
her around as much as I can. Luckily.. she isn't very heavy."
Phillip Lark: He nods and moves over to pick up the
plate. "You have been doing a wonderful job." he tells her. "She needs a lot of
one on one time. Constant care and the like." he sight and looks to the lounge
door. "Thanks." he says picking up the plate and moving back towards Ana's room.
William Halloran: His eyes widen just a
little bit, and he shakes his head. "No...don't need that. I--" He stops when
Phillip comes out, falling silent for the moment.
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
When phillip moves off, Brigitte looks back over to
William. An expectant look. "Go on."
William Halloran: "I just..." He shrugs,
eyes down. "Ain't that kinda thing gonna be hard to explain? I mean, I ain't
totally unknown..."
Phillip Lark: He moves back to Ana's room and will
attempt to feed her, being gentle with the girl. Amazing from him really.
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
"We could make it look like you had re constructive
surgery done, love. You get to take some time off for the 'procedure' .. then
come back looking fab. Might even help your publicity, even."
William Halloran: "Yeah..." He frowns a
little, then reaches up to scratch at the back of his neck. "I...I mean, I guess
so. If you want, I think I can probably do that."
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
d10: per+emp will: 4,7,10,2,9,
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
(4 sux, diff 4)
Phillip Lark: He looks to her and tilts his head.
"Full? How about just one more bite? Come on, just one more bite and then we can
get you a bath." He watches Ana a moment longer.
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
d10: beth: 5,8,2,5,1,8,
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
Ana keeps her mouth closed. He could probably force
some food in if he tried, but she certainly isn't helping.
Phillip Lark: "Oh alright." He says and he will set
the food aside. He will go to the place Brigitte indicated and get a fresh
change of clothes for Ana, PJ's. Then move to go and get the bathroom ready for
her bath.
Brigitte Clara Deleon -> William Halloran:
You can't type the sacred
incantation "d10", that is for the dice roller god.
William Halloran -> Brigitte Clara Deleon:
He's torn by it. He really wants to please
Brigitte, and it's not like he's a fan of being a fugly monster, but it's so
much a part of him now that he's a bit afraid of forgetting himself without it.
He got it because he failed to protect his mother, and losing it, to him, would
be like dishonoring his mother (who, by the way, he still goes and visits for a
couple hours every other week or so). He's also a little afraid because it's
also a reminder of what happens when he loses control of his anger and hurts
people, since it's tied into him killing his father. But he'd do almost anything
to make Ouestucati happy, and as stated, it's certainly not like he wouldn't
like to be whole. It's just very hard to let go.))
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
Brigitte reaches up to touch william's ruined cheek.
"Love.. You don't have to be afraid."
Phillip Lark: Once the bathtub is filled with warm
water, he has taken off his trench and moves back to Ana's room. Seemingly
ignoring anything else that is going on. If Ana will walk then he will help her
walk, if not then carry her to the bathroom. Then give her a bath. The water not
deep enough for her to drown in.
William Halloran: "I...I know." He can't
quite meet her eyes. "Don't wanna be."
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
"Then act, love. Tell your boss that you need some
time off.. then come see me and we'll get you all fixed up. After that.. we can
get out of town for a bit if you like. Quality time. Doesn't that sound nice?"
William Halloran: "Yeah...yeah, that does."
He nods a little, quiet a moment. "I'll talk to 'im tomorrow."
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
Brigitte gives him a pat on the chest before moving
off to take up her glass. "So.. are you going to spend the night up here with
me, then? That basement is so ickie.."
William Halloran: He smiles a little at
that, and reaches out for his own glass. "I'll stay up here, if ya want me too.
Be happy to."
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
Brigitte nods, meandering over toward one of the
couches. "It's lonely up here. Now that laurel's gone."
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
Suddenly Beth screams. At the top of her lungs.
Max Zeric: *His eyes widen suddenly and
he's on his feet.* "What...what did i say beth?"
Phillip Lark: He continues to hold Ana but looks
over to where Beths room is. "What in the hell?"
William Halloran: His eyes widen on the way
to follow her to the couch, and he looks over toward Beth's room, pausing for a
moment.
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
Brigitte doesn't even bother to look in that
direction. She continues to sit on the couch. "I could have warned him. Could
have. She does that.. sometimes." She sips her drink, casually.
Phillip Lark: Although he seem to realize something
and looks back to Ana. "Ana hun?" he says and will try and get her to look at
him. "Please look at me."
William Halloran: "Yeah..." He sighs a
little bit, and continues on toward the couch to sit next to her. "Been noticin'
that."
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
d10: : 6,4,2,9,7,
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
Beth continues to scream. "Get out of here! Go away!
I hate you!"
Max Zeric:
d10: Cah (WP): 10,7,7,
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
Brigitte continues to sip her martini, quietly. Half
listening to the girl's rant.
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
d10: : 2,7,7,3,7,
William Halloran: "They gonna be okay in
there?"
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
Brigitte gives a subtle shrug. "Probably. What's the
worst that can happen?"
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
She gives a slow nod, but doesn't look up.
Phillip Lark: ((Was that Ana or Beth?))
William Halloran: "Hmm. Prob'ly nothin', I
guess." He sits back on the couch and takes a swallow of his drink. "Should
I...I mean, is there anything else ya want me doin' that I ain't yet?"
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
(Ooop. My bad. Was doing so well, too. That was beth.)
Ana sits there and doesn't move.
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
Brigitte lazily lays herself over William on the
couch, stretching out. She shakes her head no. "If I think of anything, love..
you'll be the first to know."
Phillip Lark: ((*pets it is okay *S*)) With Beth's
screams having gone away he will Stand up and lays Ana down on the bed and tuck
her in, brushing back her hair a moment or two before he heads to the door.
Which he will open and leave open as he moves to the lounge once more.
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
Brigitte looks up when phillip makes his way back
into the lounge. "She doing alright, love?"
Phillip Lark: He runs a hand through his hair and
musses it up, then sighs. "Beth leaving here might be the best thing for her,
she doesn't seem to be able to react well at all to it." he moves to the bar in
search of something to drink, a beer preferably.
Phillip Lark: ((Doesn't seem to react well at all.
*sighs* I added a word or two))
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
Brigitte nods. "I think you're right." She nuzzles
against William. "I've been trying to work with her as much as I can.. but she
always goes back to how she was when Beth flips out like she does."
William Halloran: He slips a huge arm
careful around Brigitte, resting comfortably there. "Awright. Jus' makin' sure,
y'know."
William Halloran: ((Sorry, wrist starting
to get to me, slowing up some.))
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
(is cool. i need to head to bed soon. the minion will
be waking in four hours)
Phillip Lark: He nods his head. "Yeah I noticed
that." He says opening up a beer bottle and taking a long pull off of it as he
leans against the bar.
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
Brigitte yawns, giving another stretch against
william.
Phillip Lark: ((Yeouch *Hugs*))Phillip will silently
finish his beer, after too long before going to get his trench and taking off,
he will leave a number that Max can get ahold of him. He will tell Brigitte and
William to take it easy and that he will see them later before heading off.
William Halloran: He nods a tiny bit to
Phillip, and rests there, holding Brigette carefully. Protectively, even. "Gettin'
tired?"
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
She nods, curling against the giant. "Mm hmmm.."
Phillip Lark: ((*Hugs* thanks for the scene guys was
interesting))
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
She shakes her head no without looking up at him.
Slinging the backpack over her shoulder.
Max Zeric: ((Indeed *G*))
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
(thanks!)
William Halloran: He nods a little bit, and
moves to pick her gently up. "Let's getcha ta bed, then."
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
Brigitte giggles when she picks her up. "You're too
good to me, william.."
Max Zeric: *He nods to her and opens the
door and waits for her to step out. He will look down the hall to the lounge.*
"We are going now. I will talk to you later Brigitte."
William Halloran: "Ain't no such thing when
it comes to ya. Just tryin' ta be good enough." He smiles a touch, and goes to
take her to bed.
William Halloran: ((Thank you all! Was fun.
:) ))
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
Brigitte nods in the direction of the hall, calling
out. "Goodnight, love! Take care. If she gives you any trouble.. just shake
her."
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
Beth follows Max out, quietly. For the time being,
she doesn't run.
Max Zeric: *And they are gone. off to
manhattan* ((Was fun indeed thank you all!))