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Post by Daeiel on May 28, 2009 11:10:08 GMT -6
Meav Devine unlocked the door to the apartment. It was customarily dark, hidden from prying eyes; nothing was out of the ordinary. Her blonde hair, dyed inconspicuously auburn, hung in her face as her eyes, covered by thick, dark lenses, remained downcast, studying the floor, as was their custom.
She didn't hear the heavy breathing in the other room. She didn't particularly want to hear. She merely assumed that it was her father. After all, her Da did smoke...
"Hey, Meav girl," slurred a drunken voice, accompanied by the heavy breathing, "Come on over to me, Meav, my honey..."
Meav froze. This voice was not her father's. This voice was not anyone she recognized.
"Holy Mary, ain't she pretty," admired the voice, large, possessive hands reaching up to grasp her face. Meav did not cry out. That had been beaten from her long ago. Nor did she struggle. Her hand calmly slipped into her back pocket, remaining there until the voice made its next move.
The voice's mouth closed over hers, beer running rancid on its breath. Meav kept her lips tight, ungiving, as the voice searched for more.
"Come on, Meav, my girl," cajoled the voice, "Unwind a bit, love. We're gonna have a good time, ain't we, lovely?"
The voice's hands pulled her to it, its mouth still suffocatingly over hers. The hands began to probe, grasping at Meav's bottom and sliding down the front of her shirt. Meav remained motionless, flinching a bit as the hands explored her privacy, trying to gather something she definitely was not going to relinquish.
"Baby, come on with me, baby girl..." pleaded the voice. The voice's hands tore her shirt from her body, unhooked her bra, grabbed at her breasts. "Let's have a hell of a time...."
Meav's hand, discreetly clutching a can of powerful MACE, unleashed a massive wave of pepper spray, directly into the voice's eyes.
The voice reeled back in pain, one hand still clutching Meav's arm, the other shielding its wounded eyes. "God, you little wench!" screamed the voice, "What'd you do that for?"
Meav did not scream, nor writh away, merely spoke. "Don't touch me."
"Says who?" snapped the voice, "You're mine, girl! Your Da said you'd give me a good time!"
Meav forced him to release, trying to hide her shocked expression. Her Da had promised him her body? Da?
"An evening with you was my reward, little chit. So get back here and get me laid..."
Meav slapped him, kneed him in the groin, punched him in the face, anything to slow down his rapid approach for sex. "Get away from me," she commanded, her voice steely, evidence of fear and hurt completely invisible.
"Yeah? Where you gonna run to, little girl? You're just your Da's little whore!"
Meav turned and ran, covering her naked torso with her arms, up the stairs. She was leaving. This was the final straw.
Her flight was stopped by two broad, familiar arms across the hallway.
"Where're you goin', Meav, girl?" asked her Da, her captor.
"Get out of my way." Her voice did not hold the same steely tone it had before; now it quavered with fear.
"You go back down there where you belong," ordered her Da, his voice no less drunk than her rapist below.
"No," whispered Meav, feeling the constrictor-like arms of her abuser wrap themselves around her waist.
"Come on, baby. You seem like a special one, you little dog, so you're comin' with me..."
Something exploded within the body of Meav Devine. The pepper spray released another volley, her feet kicked up and out in any direction, her elbow smashed backwards into her attacker's face. Adrenaline pulsing through her veins, she jumped, half-naked, over her father's form, tearing down the hall to her room, and the fire-escape.
"GET BACK HERE, WENCH!" screamed her father. She heard their lumbering steps pursuing her, yearning to trap her back in her tiny world of oppression and abuse, and, worst of all, promised sex.
Meav pulled a cami on, discarded the dark glasses, grabbed a backpack she had kept perpetually ready for such occasions, opened the window, and jumped. ------------------------------------------------------------------------
Puck was bored.
There was no other way to put it. Puck was simply bored out of his mind.
And a bored Puck, commented the red-head silently, Is worse than an army of trolls...
"Hey," called the youth, his voice thick with an Irish accent, "D'you think maybe we could pull over sometime? I'm liable to starve to death..." Plus, I'm bored. I need something to do other than ride in a truck with Mr. Excitement and Mr. Intelligence here...
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Post by tamlin on May 28, 2009 20:04:14 GMT -6
The pick-up backfired again and slowed down, the engine just about having it after the push the trio had put on the engine today. He was no mechanic, and his two companions were most certainly ones either, but it was all too obvious that the thing wouldn't be taking them much farther. They would be fortunate enough if they made it to Craigavon, let alone to the Larne-Cairnryan Ferry. No, this thing would be dead soon, and then, where would they be?
Stuck traveling on foot while being pursued; that is where they would be.
He glanced over from the road, eyes on Caedmon as he fiddled with the radio dial. The youth was staring intently at the near-ancient radio as if it were some grand treasure, not seeming to care whether there was static or music coming from the speakers. His bright violet eyes lit up as he came across a station that played older tunes, brass bands from about fifty years ago or so. Tam Lin had heard them before while running errands, and had to admit, they held a certain sort of magic in their loud, flowing tunes. Caedmon evidently heard it too, as he began to tap his foot in response, leaning over the back of the seat and opening the window behind them.
"Puck! Can you hear this?" he called, grinning brightly, the wind whipping at his curly, blond hair, eyes sparkling with delight. "These human really know how to make music! Why don't they make more of this, instead of that noise they play from their rad-e-os?" He turned to Tam Lin, posing the same question to him, knowing that the stoic man driving would wait for just such an offer.
"Because humans decay," came the reply, his own accent more Scottish in nature then the Irish of Puck and Caedmon. "And like their bodies, their capacity to make true music anymore has begun to decay as well. Thus, what they make now is nothing but noise."
"Tis a shame," Caedmon sighed, looking back at the radio as it began to play a song from the Rat Pack, "They can make so much and yet...Well, I guess its their nature." He sighed and reached into his pocket, withdrawing what had to be his third or fourth pack of spearmint gum. "Would you like some?" he asked, offering it to Tam Lin, who only shook his head in response. Caedmon nodded and took two pieces (never one), and unwrapped them, carefully putting the empty wrappers and the packet of gum back in his pocket. He had learned the hard way what happens when gum is chewed and then left on the ground where a hapless young person may step on it and get it stuck to the bottom of their shoes, and was bound and determined to save as many people as he could from the same fate.
Shaking his head at the thought, Tam Lin turned his eyes back towards the road, storm-gray gaze shifting as he caught sight of someone standing to the right as he passed. She was dressed, well, in hardly anything at all, with a bag over her shoulder. At first, he would have thought the young woman the type that solicited unsavory activities from others, given the time of night and what she was wearing. However, after giving a moments pause, he realized that something was wrong. A woman like that most certainly wouldn't be out in nothing but her undergarments unless something went wrong.
"What's she doing?" Caedmon asked, watching the girl as the truck thundered past, Tam Lin slowing it to a stop a few yards ahead of the running young woman. "Wait, what are you doing?!"
Tam Lin didn't reply. He knew that he shouldn't be doing what he was doing. It was quite forbidden, and there would be hell to pay eventually, he was sure. But, she was wandering alone, and those marks...they looked like bruises. They may have been traveling just under the speed limit, but his eyes were hardly what you would call normal, even in the light of just the old trucks headlights.
Rolling down the window (with more then a little struggling, he motioned to Puck, before waiting. She'd probably think they a motley crew looking for some entertainment, but it went against Tam Lin's nature to simply ignore a woman in distress. They had no money, but the least they could do was give her a ride to a hospital or perhaps a police station.
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Post by Elli on May 28, 2009 21:48:06 GMT -6
((I'm going to use Jenestria, but she'll be a little different...)) Tria piled the various objects onto the conveince store counter. A bottle of Mt. Dew, a bag of Doritos, toothbrush and toothpaste, and other various objects. The tired teller slowly rang everything off and then read off the total. Tria pulled out a fifty dollar bill and waited for her change. She pocketed the change and left the store, the cool night enveloping her in calm.
She looked around, and then closed her eyes, taking long deep breaths she relaxed her body. She began to allow her mind to wander, following various threads in the time and space around her. Then she found one she liked and turned her body to follow it. After she had gone a little bit, she opened her eyes.
She was in the middle of nowhere, still on the road, but not anywhere she recognized. It was somewhat calming to be somewhere that was not influenced by man's rotting hand too much. She hiked up her bag on her shoulders and went on, her mind still following the string.
She wondered where the string was leading her, but she knew that it was a path all of her own. She was one of few that still knew the way of following the hidden yarns... well that wasn't the true name, but her mom hadn't taught her the name. It was forgotten long ago, and now she was using it as a way to escape.
Escape from her life of being a freak. Or at least whatever it was they wanted to call her. It was all she could do to not break off their yarns. Instantly her blood began to boil at the thought of what had become of her life. Slowly she began to calm herself again. Breathing in and out and working to be calm. She found the string again and walked for awhile with her eyes closed. A task that had always calmed her since she could remember.
Soon she opened her eyes on a whim and saw headlights up ahead. They looked like they were on the side of the road, and she groaned. There was probably something wrong with them and that was why she had chosen that particular string. She began walking forward, sheilding her eyes from the glare of the headlights.
She could only see forms of some kind... but she couldn't really make out any distinct body or anything that could be possibly wrong.
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Post by Daeiel on May 28, 2009 22:46:30 GMT -6
Meav's breath came in quick, gasping heaves, her body trembling as adrenaline left her system, replaced with shock, pain, and absolute primal terror. The truck was stopping for her alone, it seemed. A truck with three young men in it.
"GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU BASTARDS!!" screamed the voice of Meav Devine. Her thoughts, however, pleaded with them. Save me, save me, save me, save me, save.....
Her breath no longer came in pants, it came in hyperventilating sobs as her eyes, red with crying, released a new torrent of tears. "Get away..."
She tried to force her body to move, to sprint, but no energy remained. The girl sank to her knees, her shoulders violently shaking, as she attempted, begged her body to move. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Woah...."
Puck's boredom vanished, replaced by curiosity. Who was this girl? Why was she crying? More importantly, why was she half-naked?
Not that he minded, no, not at all. Puck was never one to mind when it came to girls. After all, the Prince of Mischief would flirt with anything on two legs, complete with breasts as a bonus deal.
But, still. She looked like she was in pain, or terribly afraid, or poisoned deep in her soul, perhaps all three. Puck was interested, as any decent fellow would be, and sincerely wanted to make her stop crying.
He hopped out of the truck's bed, racing around to Tam Lin's window. "Hey, hey, hey, what're we gonna do, huh?"
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Post by tamlin on May 28, 2009 23:08:58 GMT -6
"What you do best," Tam Lin replied simply with a shrug, pushing the door open and stepping out, leaving it at that. Moving towards the girl without hesitation, slowly so as to appear less threatening, he knelt down a foot away from her. He wanted to speak, but knew he couldn't, at least, not now. After all, that was part of the deal. Speak only when spoken too... the haughty female voice in his mind reminded him, if only through a memory. There was nothing he could do now except watch her.
To most, he didn't seem threatening anyway. His long face with pointed features was very reserved, quiet, and his gray eyes held an air of distance. His long, black hair fell about his face, delicate and fine as strands of black silk. Dressed in a slightly rumpled, dark button shirt, and just as dark jeans, he looked more like a typical young man, possibly in university, who kept after himself very well. He silently regarded the young woman a moment, before the sound of the truck door slamming shut behind him told him that Caedmon had emerged as well.
"Hey there, miss!" the young man called, stooping down next to her, probably a great deal closer then he should have. But then, that was his way; he was new to the world, so to speak, and thus, such things as personal boundaries were wasted on him. "Come now, no tears! You look a right mess, you know, crying like that." He gave her a bright smile, scruffy blond head bobbing as he held out his hand. Unlike his companion, Caedmon was much less somber in his clothes of choice. Dressed in a neon green tee and khaki shorts with leather sandals, his arms covered in various rubber bracelets, he could draw the attention of just about anyone (though it was hardly intentional). Just like Tam Lin, he held a certain sort of otherworldly look, handsome, but in some mystical way that one couldn't quite understand.
"So come on! Dry your eyes. Do you want some gum?"
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Post by Daeiel on May 29, 2009 5:45:52 GMT -6
"Do you want some gum?"
Meav paused, mid-eye-wipe, and just stared blankly at the blonde young man. He was too close for comfort, especially considering the ordeal she had just been put through, and had asked possibly the most ridiculous question he could have.
But there was something about him, something about the dark-haired, melancholy one who'd stopped the truck. Meav found herself answering his absurd question as she wiped away tears and snot. "What kind is it?"
Another figure joined the two young men, a red-head, dressed in a 'Why So Serious' T-shirt from an American movie that'd been released the previous summer and jeans. "Hey, now," cooed the youth, this one looked to be about two years younger than the others, as he withdrew a handkerchief from his backpack. "Here. These usually work better than hands. Are you all right?"
His green eyes cast a sideways glance over in Tam Lin's direction. This was really pushing buttons, stopping, stopping, for another woman, especially since they themselves were on the run from one. "What're you doin', you daft.....daft....something," was his spiteful whisper.
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Post by tamlin on May 29, 2009 8:00:22 GMT -6
"It's spearmint," Caedmon nodded, pulling out the pack of gum and handing her a piece, Tam Lin noticed. So, he was still a little selfish, even towards an obviously distraught young woman. Well, he was who he was, and there would probably be no changing him completely, no matter how long they remained here in this place. Tam Lin would have liked to believe that he would change drastically, but there are just somethings about royalty that will never change in the end. However, Puck's hushed inquiry was what really caught his attention, and he turned to regard the red-head with an almost incredulous look.
"I am doing what any good knight would do," he replied, his tone just as low, though carrying a very cold glint. He didn't need any reminders about what they were doing nor who they were on the run from. He knew what he was doing. Besides, it was just a ride and then they'd be gone and out of this woman's life forever. It wasn't like they she was coming with them any further, and even if she wanted to hitch-hike, Tam Lin certainly wasn't about to let her do so.
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Post by Daeiel on May 29, 2009 13:24:05 GMT -6
Good knight? Meav paused, mid-grab for the stick of spearmint gum, and narrowed her eyes. "What am I, you jackass, another notch on your belt?"
This remark made Puck smirk, a tiny little smile, sort-of all to himself. His handkerchief was still offered, though Meav had not taken it, nor did she show any intention of doing so.
"So," began Puck, "Mind telling us what...happened?"
Meav shot him a look that would have frozen fire, before the sounds of pursuit reached her ears.
"MEAV DEVINE! YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW AND DO AS YOU'RE TOLD!!"
A lewd whistle echoed the command, followed by, "Come on, Meav girly, come on..."
Meav panicked, grabbed her backpack, and began to run.
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Post by tamlin on May 29, 2009 18:22:29 GMT -6
"Hardly, miss," Tam Lin replied simply, shaking his head. He wondered about her response, though he didn't have to wonder for too long. The voices came shortly after, and judging by their tone, it wasn't hard to surmise why the woman's obvious distaste for men and her assumptions concerning their intentions. Still, he wasn't about to wait around fora deeper explaination; obviously they just didn't have that kind of time. He moved forward, scooping her up in his arms, a small shock running through his body at their contact, a current of pain that slowly grew more and more painful as he held her.
Turning and moving back to the truck, he tossed her into the flatbed, a little roughly, but it was becoming much too painful to be gentle, and they were in a hurry. He wanted to apologize, but couldn't, and so simply gave her an apologetic look before moving towards the cab, Caedmon understanding well enough to hop into the passenger seat, but not before tossing the pack of gum to the young woman. "Here you go, miss!" he smiled, clambering into the passenger seat.
The moment that Puck was in the flatbed, they tore away, taking off the down street.
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Post by Daeiel on May 30, 2009 20:52:50 GMT -6
Meav considered screaming, but it was entirely against her nature. Besides, screaming meant revealing to her father and her would-be-lover where she was. So she kept silent, frighteningly silent, as her eyes remained wide enough to swallow realms.
Puck's face was deprived of levity, one arm around Meav's shoulder, dragging her downwards. "Lay low," he whispered, "In case they've got lights..."
She obeyed. It was, after all, good sense. He did not align himself with her body, nor try and comfort her. He simply pulled off his T-shirt and handed it to the girl.
"Here." His voice was not as cheerful as it had been before; the only boy who'd maintained an air of light-heartedness was the blonde who'd tossed her the pack of gum. The other, the one with dark hair, was the one who'd saved her. The other was the one who'd given her the look, who'd stopped the truck for her, claiming he was a knight.
"Thank you," breathed Meav, pulling the shirt over her barely-covered body. It did not smell of a teenage boy in a truck; it smelled of sweet earth and grass, of wild and wood. It smelled of Ireland, in a silly, graphic Tee printed with the face of an insane, though somewhat attractive, serial killer.
Meav dismissed it as ridiculous, which, of course, called for another ridiculous action. Meav unpeeled a second piece of gum and popped it in her mouth, keeping her face well buried in the bottom of the flat-bed.
Puck, on the other hand, kept his eyes peeled on the burly, bellowing fellows Tam Lin had left far behind. Still something else caught his attention. Another girl.
"Stay away," commissioned Puck, "Stay away..."
This done, though barely above a whisper, Puck turned back to the shivering Meav Devine, wearing nothing but his Joker Tee. His shoulders sank, his green eyes flickering towards the shadowed outline of Tam Lin, hammering the truck's acceleration pedal. This is your mess, Tammy, was his spiteful thought, not quite sent on with his innate, unique communication. It would sound as a hum, like a wireless trying to turn on, before Puck continued. What do you plan to do, you daft fool? questioned the red-head silently, What do you plan to do?
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Post by tamlin on May 31, 2009 12:44:40 GMT -6
Tam Lin was silent as they sped away, even mentally, since he had no real answer. What did he plan to do? No, that wasn't a question, he knew what he was going to do. He'd already thought that out. We are simply taking her to a police station. he answered the red head's irritable inquiry. That was it, and then they'd be rid of her, Tam Lin's conscience would be clear knowing that she was in safe hands, and that those men, whoever they were, wouldn't bother her anymore. Unless you had something else in mind... he added before his window of opportunity for conversation slammed shut once more.
In the meantime, Caedmon, sensing the air about his two companions, had shut off the radio, and turned in his seat to look back at the young woman, now flat against the truck bed. He didn't know what to make of her, really, since it was the first time he'd ever made real conversation (if it could be called that), with a human...that and she had his gum. Still, he could get more, but it was odd. Caedmon knew all too well just how a certain would react the moment she found out about this; it wouldn't end well for Tam Lin, that was for certain. But then, that was Tam Lin's way--he'd always done what he thought was right when left to his own devices. The only time he ever went against his own instincts was when he was around her.
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Post by Daeiel on May 31, 2009 19:42:37 GMT -6
You are such a pervert, you Scottish.....thing....
Puck laughed silently to himself, his lanky arms wrapped around his bare torso. The wind whipped at his skin; thankfully, he still had his jeans on. Otherwise this would really be embarrassing.
Meav was cowering now, pressing herself as close to the wall of the truck as possible, silently chewing her gum as mechanically as she could. Her thoughts were riddled with Darkness, spiraling downwards into chaotic blackness. Her Da had promised a perfect stranger her virginity, she had almost been raped in her home, she had barely managed to recover from a fifteen-foot-drop out of the window, and three crazy teenage boys had thrown her into a truck and sped off, away from her father.
Well, then, maybe they weren't as daft as she thought them to be. Besides, they had rescued her, given her a shirt, and a pack of gum. They were small comforts, but, after her ordeal, they were as matches in an oppressively dark universe.
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Post by tamlin on Jun 1, 2009 2:15:22 GMT -6
The drove on for at least another twenty minutes, Tam Lin finally slowing down after he was certain they were no longer being pursued. If he had known more about this town, he would have gone straight to the station to drop the girl off. However, as it stood, he wasn't and thus, to save them all from traveling around in circles for an hour or two, he pulled off to the side of the road, easing the truck into a small park, or what used to be a park, now overgrown with bramble and the like. The three young men could feel at ease here, surrounded by nature, their truest ally besides each other. Here, they could be protected, and here, they could protect the young lady, if only for a time.
Opening the door and cutting the engine, Tam Lin climbed out of the truck, and moved to the flat bed, watching the young woman carefully. He noticed Puck's lack of a shirt, and wondered if that wasn't planned somehow, since he and Caedmon and Puck all knew full well that the young man had extra clothes in his bag. Caedmon hopped nimbly over the side of the truck and next to Puck and Meav, grinning brightly as he looked to Tam Lin. "What did you want to ask her?" It was a little system, a means by which Tam Lin could voice what he wanted to and still hold some semblance of dignity.
"I wished to ask her why she was being pursued, and where we may deposit her that she would be safe."
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Post by Daeiel on Jun 1, 2009 6:23:30 GMT -6
Meav did not know what to make of this.
For one thing, the blonde one was talking as if he was an emissary or an ambassador; the dark-haired one did not ask his questions directly to her. It set her off, it was uncommonly out-of-place, and yet, it fit. It slid into perfect alignment with what these boys simply were.
None of them were common-place, none of them had apparent malicious intent for her. Still, she wasn't going to push in that area, more repel anyone who dared cross its borders.
"I....I....." Meav couldn't bring herself to tell them. What could she tell them? That her father was intricately connected with the Irish Mafia and had promised her body as a reward for a job well done? That the reason she was half-naked was because his plan for her soul had almost succeeded?
No, she couldn't tell these three of her escape. It was something too poisonous to share.
Thank the heavens there was another question.
"I'm all right," whispered Meav, just barely loud enough for them to hear, "I-I don't need to be dropped off somewhere specific. I just need some breeches is all..."
Puck, ever-ready, whipped out a pair from his bag (which, of course, he could have done some time ago, but he was simply Puck, and there was no doing anything with him that he didn't want to do himself on his own time) and held them out to her. "Will these do?"
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Post by tamlin on Jun 1, 2009 13:14:58 GMT -6
Tam Lin gave Puck a very hard look that spoke as well as any sentence could. 'Why didn't you give them to her before?' It seemed counting on Puck's discretion in such a matter was simply too much. He should have known better then to think that he would change his stripes, so to speak, even in a situation like this.
"Hey, wait a minute," Caedmon suddenly spoke up, getting a notion. That was never a good thing; when Caedmon started plotting, it meant that his father was showing through, and his father was a shrewd, shrewd person. Caedmon may have been a fool when it came to human things, but in plotting and planning for his own personal wants and desires, he was no such fool. In fact, he was quite good at getting what he wanted, just like his father (and neither was above throwing a tantrum).
"We need someone to guide us!" he declared. "A human who knows the human world!" Tam Lin's new look was one of near abject horror. Throwing around words like 'human'! He would blow their cover completely in one fell swoop! "Tam Lin is hopeless with directions, miss," he continued, looking at Meav with a smile on his lips that could have soothed a savage storm, "And Puck likes to do things on his own time. That's fun and all, but we get lost all the time. So, if we had you to help us, then that would make things much easier! Plus, if you're running, and we're running, eventually, we're going to run into each other again anyway, so doesn't it make more sense if you stay with us? Then you won't have to worry about those guys anymore, and we can get to where we need to go!"
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Post by Daeiel on Jun 1, 2009 14:32:22 GMT -6
Meav's eyes, blue as the ocean, opened wide. Human? Had he just said human?
Puck blanched, thankful for the absence of moonlight. "He meant Irish," assured Puck, "Definitely Irish. You see, his parents are separate and he lives o'er in Scotland with his Da.."
The mention of 'Da' made Meav flinch.
"An'....." here Puck searched for a name, "Michael's Scottish to the bone."
A thin, devilish finger indicated 'Michael' as Tam Lin.
"Them Scots; no head for directions at all, huh?"
Meav didn't know what to make of this. Her head moved automatically, shaking back and forth.
"No," moved her lips, "No, that won't do..."
With that, she pulled on the pants the red-head had given her, and took off.
Once she was well out of ear-shot, Puck crossed his arms (which were still bare) and glowered at Tam Lin. "What? I haven't seen a girl in five months, and the only girl I saw back then was his Mum!" On the words 'his Mum', an admonishing finger struck at Caedmon. "So cut me some slack! I mean, you of all people should understand, since you saw her, and only her, far more than I did, right? Right! So it's all right if I take my shirt off. Besides, I was half-naked, and she was half-naked. So, if you put us together, we were fully clothed!"
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Post by tamlin on Jun 5, 2009 2:53:11 GMT -6
"Hey! Wait up!" Caedmon called, jumping to his feet to take off after the young woman, stopping only a moment to call over his shoulder, "Or you could have both been fully naked by that same math!" And with that, he continued his chase. He may have been a very kind sort of individual, certainly not like his parents in his typical means of dealing with people, but, like most royalty, he fully believed that his every order was to be obeyed without question, and so decided that even amongst the mortals it should be just so. It annoyed him to have to go chasing the girl down, sure, but what peeved him even more was her disregard for what he had said; she was going to be their guide.
His long legs took no time at all to catch up with her, taking hold of her arm and trying to bring her to a stop. He had enough sense in his head as pulled her to a stop that an emotionally unstable woman who obviously had just been getting chased by a group of men was probably in no place to be chased down by another, so he tried to be as gentile about it as he could. "Listen, miss, I don't think you quite understand, and that's fine, you mor-ah, well, some people just don't like following orders, like Puck." Censoring half at least was acceptable, right? "But, you see, we're willing to pay you for your help. You know? People like money, right? Food and clothes and things like that? Well, I've got plenty and I know that my friends would appreciate your help too!" He finally let go of her wrist, giving her his most charming smile, his violet eyes smoldering slightly as he tilted his head. "So please, won't you help us just a little? Better then going back to whatever it was you were doing before, right?"
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Tam Lin, or rather 'Michael', didn't appreciate the reminder of his interludes with Caedmon's mother. Of course, who would when you were nothing but a prize? Something to provide unabashed companionship for a time, with no chance of their being any consequences beyond, perhaps (if he was in a foul mood), the grumblings of one's husband? He didn't need Puck to remind him of how very much he wished to actually have some form of relationship with some woman, any woman, that was more then simply physical. Puck really had no right to say as such, and if it weren't for the binding upon his tongue, Tam Lin would have said as much. Even so, taking advantage of a young woman in a time of need was something that he had hoped Puck would have enough restraint to actually handle with dignity. Apparently not.
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The motorcycle rumbled to a halt, the sound of the engine cutting off quickly, the headlight flickering in the darkness of the warm summer night. The rider peered around from behind the visor of its helmet, before sliding off the vehicle, glancing down at the machine fondly, hand smoothing over the seat cushion upon which the words, 'Liath Macha' were stitched in bright red into the dark leather. Looking back up, the rider gazed at the overgrown entrance to the park. Removing the helmet, the man sniffed slightly, making a face. The scent was faint, but they were most certainly there.
Cracking his knuckles under the tight leather riding gloves he wore, he flexed slightly, stretching as he extracted himself from his ride completely, placing the helmet onto the seat of the motorcycle, dark eyes never leaving the opening into the old park. His face was rugged, despite his years, a man nearing the peak of his life, with a shaggy five o clock shadow, skin dark from the sun, his dark copper hair cropped short. His features were bold and strong, figure large and imposing beneath the dark brown bomber jacket and blue jeans, eyes set and incredibly serious. Riding boots took heavy steps across the road, and then through the gravel, not bothering to mask their approach. The smell was getting stronger now; they were definitely here.
Fae.
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Post by Daeiel on Jun 5, 2009 7:59:02 GMT -6
"LET GO OF ME! LET GO!"
He did; the boy with blonde hair and obviously coloured contact-covered purple eyes was treating her gently. He didn't reach forward to steal a kiss. He didn't move to grope her body or plead with her to love him. He simply asked a question, proceeding to make a very good point.
Traveling with these three would be better than whatever she had planned. She had not thought it through in the slightest; her only ambition was to escape from the darkened world she had lived in. Here was an opportunity, one she didn't think she would ever consider accepting. But, then again, they were more than attractive. They didn't want her body; they just wanted some directions. She could give those. Besides, going along with them meant a quicker way away from her father.
She didn't think she could verbally answer him; she didn't have it in her. Instead, she nodded once, briefly, her eyes boring holes into the ground. That was all the answer she was going to give. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Don't give me that look, you caffler..." began Puck, before the heavy sound of crunching gravel reached his heavily glamoured ears...
"Oh, sweet Jesus," whispered Puck, before turning to Tam Lin and saying, "No time now, bucko. We gotta high-tail it...."
Caedmon had run after the girl, Puck knew, so the only logical thing to do would be to follow them, in the truck.
For which they had no keys.
"Not to worry," whispered Puck to himself, "My fingers ain't let me down yet..."
His fingers, long, slender, and mischievious, pryed open the dash and touched the ignition wires together. "Come on now, you bag of shite..."
The 'bag of shite' responded, in an admirable fashion, complete with the wonderful, rickety sound of escape in the form of a roaring engine. Puck whipped his head around to find Tam Lin's, calling, "Let's move, Tammy!"
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Post by tamlin on Jun 6, 2009 9:56:00 GMT -6
The insult wasn't appreciated, but he didn't argue nor press the issue. That was Puck being Puck, and both heaven and hell knew there would be no changing that. His eyes narrowed at the sound of the approaching feet. They were deliberate, and though he could never know the intention behind it, they were much too heavy to be someone who was careless. Whoever was coming towards them knew what they were doing. Running to the driver's side he shifted Puck out of the way and then moved into the driver's seat, sitting down and slamming the door shut, his eyes darting to the rear view mirror as the image of a man in a heavy coat appeared.
A sharp scent caught in his nose, heavy and metallic; the smell of iron. The man drew a long knife and took aim, while Tam Lin looked back to Puck. Once more, the moment he was in, they tore off as best the truck could manage, but not before the knife clanged against the back of the truck and fell into the flatbed. Tam Lin looked back again as the man turned and ran off, disappearing into the trees back towards the entrance.
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"Great!" Caedmon smiled, pleased that his words had been persuasive enough and he wouldn't have to use any glamour nor charms to get her to agree. Taking her fingers lightly, enough to allow for her to slip them free if she felt uncomfortable, he turned and laughed. "Come on then! They'll be waiting!" He ran a few steps, almost giddy with delight before pausing. His eyes hardened a moment, before he gripped her shoulders and moved her aside. The headlight of the truck flashed through the trees, the vehicle rushing right by where they had stood not a moment before. Grabbing her waist, he jumped, taking them both into the truck as it slow just enough for them to hop in.
As they landed, a cry went up from Caedmon, and he pulled his hand away, tears in his eyes. "What!?" He looked at his palm, the blood dripping from the wound, and then down to the knife, the cut stinging with a terrible fire. "Iron...!" he gasped, skittering away from the weapon as far as he could, cradling his hand.
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Post by Daeiel on Jun 6, 2009 19:58:59 GMT -6
Meav's heart was in her throat.
Either Da was hounding in on her, or someone else was hounding in on them.
Judging by the way the red-head, still shirtless, was grasping the wheel, Meav judged it to be the latter.
"You're just a bunch of daft buzzies," whispered the girl, still entirely shaken. She clutched her knees to her chest, her face buried between them, though her eyes, very wide and staring, gazed intently at the truck bed. "You're going to get us all knocked off..."
The blonde boy was cradling his hand in pain, and in fear, his eyes wide, but, as far as Meav was concerned, nothing had cut him. Nothing had touched him. There was only the glinting of something-or-other in the faint light of the headlight behind them.
Wait... Meav, risking every single ounce of her courage, snuck a peek over the side of the truck's flat-bed. Something was following them; a low riding, oldish sort of two wheeled vehicle with a single headlight, akin to a glowing eye, staring out at them.
"Feck," whispered Meav; whoever it was, she desperately hoped the old truck could hold on on them, all of them, but particularly her.
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