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Mar. 21st, 2014 11:45 pm
"Hold on as tight as they'll let you."
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itsmylifeWho: Jett Wilson and Molly Pierce
What: Still learning
Where: Molly's office, NYC
When: Simultaneous to THIS
Inside, Jett knew something was wrong. He had just been about to go find Luka to make sure he was alright when Molly's text message had arrived. By this point, he was oblivious to what had gone down with Luka and Seamus. He had seen Luka a few days ago, and even though Luka wasn't quite right then, Jett knew that Luka wasn't quite right in general at the moment. How could he be after everything he went through. He had been quite, not wanting to talk much, and ended up just telling Jett that he wanted to lie down. He was okay with Jett hanging there while he did, though, which he had done. Luka had curled up in a ball in hotel bed and crashed out. Jett stayed until just before sunrise and then headed back home.
He didn't wait to be admitted to Molly's office. He didn't even knock. As far as he was concerned, the text message had been the invitation and as restless as he was feeling right now, Molly's personal assistant backed down when Jett shot her a glare that clearly told her not to fuck with him right now. He wasn't angry and he wasn't aggressive, but he was agitated and very worried about why Molly wanted to talk to him about Luka. Something was wrong, something had happened. No one needed to be a genius to connect those dots. If she was about to tell him Seamus had hurt Luka, though... well, none of them would be able to stop him tearing the Irish Toreador apart.
"Where is he?" he asked Molly as soon as he was in her office, flicking the door closed behind him.
What: Still learning
Where: Molly's office, NYC
When: Simultaneous to THIS
Inside, Jett knew something was wrong. He had just been about to go find Luka to make sure he was alright when Molly's text message had arrived. By this point, he was oblivious to what had gone down with Luka and Seamus. He had seen Luka a few days ago, and even though Luka wasn't quite right then, Jett knew that Luka wasn't quite right in general at the moment. How could he be after everything he went through. He had been quite, not wanting to talk much, and ended up just telling Jett that he wanted to lie down. He was okay with Jett hanging there while he did, though, which he had done. Luka had curled up in a ball in hotel bed and crashed out. Jett stayed until just before sunrise and then headed back home.
He didn't wait to be admitted to Molly's office. He didn't even knock. As far as he was concerned, the text message had been the invitation and as restless as he was feeling right now, Molly's personal assistant backed down when Jett shot her a glare that clearly told her not to fuck with him right now. He wasn't angry and he wasn't aggressive, but he was agitated and very worried about why Molly wanted to talk to him about Luka. Something was wrong, something had happened. No one needed to be a genius to connect those dots. If she was about to tell him Seamus had hurt Luka, though... well, none of them would be able to stop him tearing the Irish Toreador apart.
"Where is he?" he asked Molly as soon as he was in her office, flicking the door closed behind him.
[TEXT TO Jett Wilson]
Feb. 22nd, 2014 10:24 amkindredrevolutionaryJett, we need to have a little chat, darling. Do you think you could come to my office?
[TEXT MESSAGE] To Molly
Feb. 22nd, 2014 01:57 pmbloodstainedheartMolly darling, Luka tried to take his own life. He was in the hospital this past 24 hours for observation and we have him here at the manor with Seamus now.
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Feb. 17th, 2014 02:20 ambloodstainedheartIf there is night I did not need someone going into a frenzy, it was last night. I am almost ready to go on strike.
Molly, we need to talk. Extensively.
Molly, we need to talk. Extensively.
"I was standing... you were there..."
Feb. 2nd, 2014 11:13 pmdesperatebelieverWho: Luka Delaney, Jett Wilson and Seamus O'Reilly (later with Xavier Carlisle, Molly Pierce and Ben Knight)
What: Two worlds colliding
Where: NYC Kindred HQ
When: In the wake of THIS
After intercepting Molly Pierce which pretty much led to her attempt to brush him off, Luka never really expected her to relent on anything. In fact, after that, he had tried to get away from her, resolute in the fact she wasn't going to help him like she helped Jett and he even tried to fight her elaboration on the whole thing. He used to be such a quiet and together kid, but these days, his mind was all over the place, at best, and he developed a habit of being hooked on his prescription pain medication to numb some of the inner conflict.
But she had relented, he just wasn't sure on what. She told him to promise not to top himself last night, to get some sleep, and meet her back in that same spot the next evening at the same time. Luka didn't sleep. He barely slept much these days with insomnia plaguing him, and then the only time he would crash out would be when he got so exhausted he was almost losing his mind. Last night, nightmares had overridden everything. Flashbacks of Afghanistan, and then the night he got raped because it was fresh in his mind after Molly had pulled him into an alley. So, he freaked, but he admitted she wasn't to know it would trigger shit for him. In saying that, most shit triggered things for him, and it was why he wanted to just... shut himself off for good.
Here they were again, though, and he was silent, pushing himself right into the corner of the elevator with his arms crossed over his chest defensively as they rode up something like 30 stories. He hated heights. He wordlessly followed her up a long corridor and then there were glass security doors the lead into a large marble-floored foyer after fingerprint recognition got Molly in. Once in the foyer, Luka expected to the strip-searched or something, and he desperately hoped they wouldn't want an internal. Instead, he just had to give his name, his address (the hotel anyway) and give his fingerprints for the security register. What the fuck was this Mission Impossible fuckery?
And they were let in through another door by a butler-looking dude in an expensive suit and they were in this large apartment place. It was huge, open-planned with a large conference table to one side of the room and a living area with sprawling leather lounge and wall-sized TV screen and bar. He stepped inside behind Molly, hands buried deep in his pockets and looked around in awe. This place was fucking amazing... and they also weren't alone.
What: Two worlds colliding
Where: NYC Kindred HQ
When: In the wake of THIS
After intercepting Molly Pierce which pretty much led to her attempt to brush him off, Luka never really expected her to relent on anything. In fact, after that, he had tried to get away from her, resolute in the fact she wasn't going to help him like she helped Jett and he even tried to fight her elaboration on the whole thing. He used to be such a quiet and together kid, but these days, his mind was all over the place, at best, and he developed a habit of being hooked on his prescription pain medication to numb some of the inner conflict.
But she had relented, he just wasn't sure on what. She told him to promise not to top himself last night, to get some sleep, and meet her back in that same spot the next evening at the same time. Luka didn't sleep. He barely slept much these days with insomnia plaguing him, and then the only time he would crash out would be when he got so exhausted he was almost losing his mind. Last night, nightmares had overridden everything. Flashbacks of Afghanistan, and then the night he got raped because it was fresh in his mind after Molly had pulled him into an alley. So, he freaked, but he admitted she wasn't to know it would trigger shit for him. In saying that, most shit triggered things for him, and it was why he wanted to just... shut himself off for good.
Here they were again, though, and he was silent, pushing himself right into the corner of the elevator with his arms crossed over his chest defensively as they rode up something like 30 stories. He hated heights. He wordlessly followed her up a long corridor and then there were glass security doors the lead into a large marble-floored foyer after fingerprint recognition got Molly in. Once in the foyer, Luka expected to the strip-searched or something, and he desperately hoped they wouldn't want an internal. Instead, he just had to give his name, his address (the hotel anyway) and give his fingerprints for the security register. What the fuck was this Mission Impossible fuckery?
And they were let in through another door by a butler-looking dude in an expensive suit and they were in this large apartment place. It was huge, open-planned with a large conference table to one side of the room and a living area with sprawling leather lounge and wall-sized TV screen and bar. He stepped inside behind Molly, hands buried deep in his pockets and looked around in awe. This place was fucking amazing... and they also weren't alone.
"Lately I'm a desperate believer..."
Jan. 31st, 2014 10:40 pmdesperatebelieverWho: Luka Delaney and Molly Pierce
What: "There's no changing yesterday."
Where: Knightshead Liquor, New York City
When: Thursday evening
Luka had become a stalker... but it was truly just by accident and out of desperation than anything else. The one person he wanted to talk to in New York City, and she was apparently the most infuriatingly elusive woman to reside in the massive place. Or New York was easy to blend in to. He had a feeling it was the latter more than anything. He had her name, but nothing else and it had to be a relatively common name too. There were about five thousand M. Pierces in the New York phone directory. It didn't help that Luka was flying blind and had no idea about this huge city beyond the fact it was as full as fuck of weird people (who probably thought he was just as weird) and he was freezing his arse off. He came from a scorching Aussie summer to this, and he wasn't a fan. But he really was desperate, so he purchased and iPad and then hooked up to the Wi-Fi in his hotel room to start Googling her.
There wasn't a lot, but there was something. She was, in some way, connected to Benjamin and Eric Knight, founders of a company called Knightshead Liquor that had headquaters here in New York City. That was enough for him for now, and hence his transition into creepy as fuck stalker. He was embarrassed for himself really, but what other option did he have?
It was evening, the sun set a short while ago and send the City that Never Sleeps into darkness, and therefore more freezing as fuck weather. Luka was standing on the sidewalk out the front of the Knightshead Liquor skyscraper looming above him. He lit up a cigarette, leaning back against the wall with one foot resting on the marble façade behind him. He was a bit of a mixed bag in his appearance. Black leather pants that laced at the front, black Ugg Boots, a pink sequinned t-shirt under a purple velvet couture jacket. His curly hair had gotten long against, hanging in his eyes that were lined with guyliner and he was in a shade of lipstick that complimented his complexion. Even if, these days, his complexion was pasty at best.
He lost track of time waiting, but as soon as he spotted the woman finally exiting the building, he pushed away from the wall and intercepted her path. His cigarette was only about half-spent, so he held it out and away from her but wasn't willing to just put it out. "You killed my best friend," was his blunt greeting, his Aussie accent blatantly obvious.
What: "There's no changing yesterday."
Where: Knightshead Liquor, New York City
When: Thursday evening
Luka had become a stalker... but it was truly just by accident and out of desperation than anything else. The one person he wanted to talk to in New York City, and she was apparently the most infuriatingly elusive woman to reside in the massive place. Or New York was easy to blend in to. He had a feeling it was the latter more than anything. He had her name, but nothing else and it had to be a relatively common name too. There were about five thousand M. Pierces in the New York phone directory. It didn't help that Luka was flying blind and had no idea about this huge city beyond the fact it was as full as fuck of weird people (who probably thought he was just as weird) and he was freezing his arse off. He came from a scorching Aussie summer to this, and he wasn't a fan. But he really was desperate, so he purchased and iPad and then hooked up to the Wi-Fi in his hotel room to start Googling her.
There wasn't a lot, but there was something. She was, in some way, connected to Benjamin and Eric Knight, founders of a company called Knightshead Liquor that had headquaters here in New York City. That was enough for him for now, and hence his transition into creepy as fuck stalker. He was embarrassed for himself really, but what other option did he have?
It was evening, the sun set a short while ago and send the City that Never Sleeps into darkness, and therefore more freezing as fuck weather. Luka was standing on the sidewalk out the front of the Knightshead Liquor skyscraper looming above him. He lit up a cigarette, leaning back against the wall with one foot resting on the marble façade behind him. He was a bit of a mixed bag in his appearance. Black leather pants that laced at the front, black Ugg Boots, a pink sequinned t-shirt under a purple velvet couture jacket. His curly hair had gotten long against, hanging in his eyes that were lined with guyliner and he was in a shade of lipstick that complimented his complexion. Even if, these days, his complexion was pasty at best.
He lost track of time waiting, but as soon as he spotted the woman finally exiting the building, he pushed away from the wall and intercepted her path. His cigarette was only about half-spent, so he held it out and away from her but wasn't willing to just put it out. "You killed my best friend," was his blunt greeting, his Aussie accent blatantly obvious.
shadowedknightWho: Benjamin Knight and Molly Pierce
What: In which SRS BSNS is distracting from funtimes
Where: Ben's office, the Knight (and company) home
When: A few days after Emmeline's arrival in New York
Molly's day had been relatively uneventful, despite having spent most of the day with Eric, trying, on Ben's behalf, to find out exactly what it was that was up with his younger brother. Eric had been extremely evasive, in such a way that, anyone who wasn't one of them would've probably bought it. But Molly knew Eric well, and had for years, even having butted heads with him along the way before rising to the rank of Primogen and taking his brother as her lover. The pair had put aside their differences along the way, and were now relatively good friends. So, while Eric had carried on the conversation almost flawlessly along the way, Molly still knew that something was going on with him. Though exactly what, she wasn't sure.
Still, having nothing to report to Ben when he was dead set on finding something out was going to be a less than pleasurable experience if Molly couldn't get him distracted with thoughts of other things along the way. It was with that in mind that she moved silently through the hallways until she came to the door of his office. If breathing had been a necessity for her, Molly would've taken a deep breath to steady her nerves. But as it were, she just paused for a moment before opening the door and walking in, without even a knock.
( No one was there, but Ben was on what seemed to be a very important phone call... )
TBC...
What: In which SRS BSNS is distracting from funtimes
Where: Ben's office, the Knight (and company) home
When: A few days after Emmeline's arrival in New York
Molly's day had been relatively uneventful, despite having spent most of the day with Eric, trying, on Ben's behalf, to find out exactly what it was that was up with his younger brother. Eric had been extremely evasive, in such a way that, anyone who wasn't one of them would've probably bought it. But Molly knew Eric well, and had for years, even having butted heads with him along the way before rising to the rank of Primogen and taking his brother as her lover. The pair had put aside their differences along the way, and were now relatively good friends. So, while Eric had carried on the conversation almost flawlessly along the way, Molly still knew that something was going on with him. Though exactly what, she wasn't sure.
Still, having nothing to report to Ben when he was dead set on finding something out was going to be a less than pleasurable experience if Molly couldn't get him distracted with thoughts of other things along the way. It was with that in mind that she moved silently through the hallways until she came to the door of his office. If breathing had been a necessity for her, Molly would've taken a deep breath to steady her nerves. But as it were, she just paused for a moment before opening the door and walking in, without even a knock.
( No one was there, but Ben was on what seemed to be a very important phone call... )
TBC...