Realistic or Modern A Family Affair: The Irish Mob - IC (Ended)

[Misty Gray]

Textile Factory
James, Ciara, Elijah, Michael, IWU NPCs

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James knew he wouldn't be able to escape Michael's bullet being that his hands were currently tied together and to the chair, but he still made an attempt to duck his head away from the bullet. He certainly wasn't going to keep still and just let it happen. At the same time, he saw Elijah grab Michael and drag him out of the way, both men colliding with one of the metal supports. He watched his brother slam his fist repeatedly into Michael's face. With all of the attention directed away from himself, James attempted to wriggle his hands free of the rope that was holding his hands together. It wasn't so much that he wanted to escape, and it certainly wasn't that he wanted to help Michael. He wanted to help Elijah, like his brother had just helped him.

James looked down at Michael's messed up face, but he he couldn't feel pity for the man who seconds earlier was prepared to plant a bullet in his skull. His eyes shifted to the three IWU men who were now approaching Elijah. James stopped trying to forcefully wriggle his hands free of the restraints, figuring his stinging wrists were no doubt grazed to shit right now. He took a deep breath and reminded himself his actions were always more effective when he kept his cool. He slowly and carefully manoeuvred his wrist, by now having already loosened the rope a little, before managing to slide one of his hands free of the restraint...


Enzyme (Elijah)

 

[Enzyme]

Eli Porter

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Just as Eli was about to throw another blow, he felt the arm of an IWU thug interlock around his. As he was jerked up off of Michael, he used the momentum to spin around and clock his attacker in the nose. As the man in front of him stumbled back, he sent another hook to the man his left. Before he could dish out anymore punishment, the man behind him grabbed his arms to try and restrain him. Eli managed to get his arm loose and flung his elbow into the man's eye socket. The thug shouted in pain, moving to cover his bleeding eye. Eli quickly spun around and grabbed onto both sides of the man's head. Clenching his teeth down, he yanked back and ripped a chunk out of the man's cheek. With another man's blood running down his jaw - he spat the piece of flesh back into the thug's face, before head butting him until the bridge of his nose split in two.

As he discarded the incapacitated thug, he saw another move to attack his recently released brother. Winding up his fist, he slammed his bloody knuckles against the man's temple. The thug looked to be seeing stars as he fell back onto the center furniture, neck first. In one swift motion, Eli brought his knee to the bottom of the man's chin, breaking his neck on the corner of the table.

He looked on as his brother fought off the remaining goons, able to see Michael staggering to his feet out of the corner of his eye. Before Michael could grab a hold of the revolver, Eli slapped his palm onto his forehead. Using the remaining adrenaline that his schizophrenic meltdown gave him, he threw Michael against the window pane. Cracks rain across the side of the window, just able to hold together under Michael's weight. Before he could recover, however, Eli slammed his boot into the center of his chest. The force from the hit shattered the support of the glass, propelling Michael out of the window and down the three story drop-off of the slanted factory.

Misty Gray (James/Michael)

 

[Misty Gray]

Textile Factory
James, Ciara, Elijah, Michael, IWU NPCs

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James had barely managed to get up from the seat when he saw the two other goons advancing on him. He grabbed the front two legs of the chair and lifted it into the air, spinning around and slamming the wooden back against the back of the first man's head. His ribs were still sore but he fought through the pain. The man was doubled over and clutching at his head. James tossed the chair aside before rushing towards the man, then grabbing him by the hair to force him to look up. "This is for the bust lip," he hissed, before slamming his fist into the man's stomach and than slamming the side of his skull against the side of the workbench, knocking him out cold. He released the man and let him collapse onto the ground.

Before he had chance to catch his thoughts and breath back, she second man's fist slammed into James' ribs. The pain was doubled, given he'd already had to take a barrage of punches before being dragged into the factory workspace. James was pushed backwards, his lower back crashing into the edge of the workbench. The burly man then grabbed the Mob Bos' throat and continued to press his spine into the wooden edge. James' hand fumbled around to the side as he reached out for something he'd noticed seconds earlier. He felt the cold metal beneath his fingertips and grabbed hold of the large scissors before swinging his arm out and embedding the blades deep into the goon's upper arm. He then yanked the scissors back out of the man's limb. This caused the man to release James' throat so he could instead clutch at his own bleeding arm. James then aimed lower, jabbing the scissors into the back of the man's knee, causing him to collapse onto the floor, screaming out in pain. "Stay the fuck down, if you don't want me to kill you..." James trailed off as he looked up just in time to see Elijah sending Michael crash through the window and out of the building.

"Fuck..." James quickly walked towards his brother but kept a little distance between them. He carefully placed the scissors on the nearest table so his brother couldn't misinterpret his reasons for holding them. "Eli. Mate..." he began, speaking calmly despite trying to catch his own breath back. "We're done. It's done," he said. He remained cautious in case any of the IWU idiots tried to jump in for more. James held his arm out in front to see the bloody, grazed skin around his wrist. "Well, you saved me ass, huh?" he remarked, hoping the calm approach would be more helpful than flying off the handle. His brother had just kicked a guy out of a building, so the main objective now was to make sure he wasn't going to be attacked next. It was more than likely Elijah's meds had started to wear off.

Enzyme (Elijah)

 

[Bellz]

Peter chuckled as Sinead teased about having a new super power and that he should watch what he thinks about her. Taking a sip of the drink he fetched himself earlier, he smiled charmingly towards her. "You are always on my mind love, in the best of ways of course," He murmured. Another smile graced his face as he was pleased to hear that Sinead was looking forward to the performance. He wouldn't let her know, but he didn't feel completely comfortable in this new place quite yet. Grant had set it up, and Peter did not trust Grant one bit. But he figured there was enough protection surrounding the family tonight to be safe, still his eyes peeked around for a moment before they landed back on Sinead's face.

"Well that's good to hear love, I am so glad that everyone is able to see you tonight." He admitted to her before pressing a kiss to her cheek gently and moving a strand of hair from her face, tucking it gently behind her ear. Sinead asked for him to relax a little tonight and Peter frowned slightly, thinking he had been more sly than he let on. He nodded his head once and offered a brief smile. "You know we are only making sure that your performance goes off without a hitch tonight love, Jackson and I are here to watch you just as much as everyone else...we just happen to be watching the doors at the same time." He told her before his eyes followed Sinead's to where Grant was. Peter's eyes narrowed towards the man, not caring if he saw or not. The little warning that Peter had given him a few weeks ago was enough to keep the man off his wife's back, but apparently not enough to keep him from showing his ugly mug around here. Peter had the urge to march over to him and demand he leave, but he knew what that would cause so instead he grabbed Sinead's waist lightly and pulled her closer to him not liking that Grant would be able to watch her on stage.

"Just say the word love and I can make that miserable man disappear from our lives permanently." He whispered into Sinead's ear as he glanced Grant's way. After a moment, he kissed right behind her ear before releasing her lightly. "Maybe after your performance is over?" He suggested.

with: Sinead Misty Gray mentions:

Finn Sullivan​

Finn couldn't help the bursts of breathless laughter that escaped him as he struggled to stay balanced in the heels that he was being forced to where. He gave Shannon a wide grin when she suggest that Lucy would let him keep the heels that he had most likely stretched out. "I sure how she does, she's got some tiny feet, I'm not sure if these will fit when I'm done with them." He barked out a laugh as Conor heckled him for his appearance. "You will be next Conor dear! Just you wait! These girls are too adorable to resist!" He said as he looked to Savannah and Emery. "Now are you sure the lipstick is too much, I don't think this color brings out my best qualities yet ladies!" He was about to shuffle their way when he heard a familiar voice that he had missed for a few days now. Turning around quickly, stumbling as he did, his eyes lit up as he saw Eleanor. "ELLEEEE" Finn boomed out of pure joy before walking with his heeled feet over to his girlfriend. He smiled widely as he bent down slightly to kiss her lips.

"I've missed you, its been a mad house around here! These girls think I'm some dress up Princess. I've had to explain to them that I am the Queen but they seem to disagree with me." He said playfully sending a scowl Emery and Savannah's way before turning back to Eleanor. "How was your trip? Were they good to you?" He asked knowing that she had some problems with her family in the past.
With: Eleanor neverbackdown Shannon Misty Gray

 

[Enzyme]

Eli Porter

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Eli stared down at the mangled corpse below for a good three minutes. The wind from the blown-out window whipped Eli's hair back behind his head as he slowly looked up. He turned to James, his lower jaw still covered in the man's blood. The calmness in his eyes made it appear that his meltdown had passed, leaving the shell of an exhausted host. "Ciara is gonna' be mad," Eli calmly said, not bothering to look at the chaos they had just created. His voice sounded worn and his words slugged together; the final piece of evidence that his worn-off meds had caused his outbreak.

He slowly stepped forward, the glass crunching under his boot. He kept his eyes locked on James, as if prepared for the man to lash out at him. Suddenly, Eli threw his arms around James. It wasn't in the form of attack, like he'd done to the thugs, but to hug James tightly. If Eli hadn't stopped Michael, James would've had a hole in his head. The thought that he almost caused his brother's demise was overwhelming. "I'm so sorry, James," Eli said into his brother's ear, heavy sorrow in his words.

Misty Gray (James)

 

[Misty Gray]

Textile Factory
James, Ciara, Elijah, Michael, IWU NPCs

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James walked to Elijah's side and followed his gaze down to Michael's messed up corpse. He gently bit on his bottom lip as he processed what had just happening. As unfortunate as it was, he knew the guy had practically invited his own death. He hadn't counted on Elijah stepping in when attempting to shoot him. If his brother hadn't, then he knew it would be himself dead now. This outcome was the better of the two. Ciara and Michael knew the risk Elijah presented, yet they still insisted on keeping him in the middle of this war. He slowly nodded when Elijah said Ciara would be mad. He couldn't deny it to him.

The hug from Elijah was unexpected and James was caught off-guard, momentarily freezing on the spot. When his brother apologised, he loosened up and placed his arm around him and gently patting his back, returning the rare embrace. "It's okay, mate. You just saved my arse. You came through good and that's enough of an apology for me," he reassured him.

"What's going on?!" Ciara's voice echoed as she stepped into the centre of the mess. She looked down at the beaten group members, only turning her nose up at the mess of one man's face. She'd seen blood and gore before, so it wasn't shocking. She didn't get chance to process the brotherly moment she'd interrupted as she wondered where her own sibling was. "Mickey?! Where is he?" she anxiously asked. She approached the smashed in window to see what had been thrown out of it. There, she saw her brother's lifeless body on the ground outside below. "MICKEY!" a painful scream escaped her mouth. With tears emerging from her eyes, she snapped her head around at the Porter brothers. "You did this. You sick fuck!" Ciara roared at James. She grabbed her gun but her eyes were cloudy with tears and her hands shaking too much to even aim it at the man. Instead, she threw the weapon towards his head, but James lashed his arm out and knocked it off course so it fell onto the floor nearby.

"Ciara, he tried to kill me..." James began. He was at a loss for words and shifted his focus to Elijah for a brief time. Torn between grassing his brother up or risking more reason for the woman to lash out at the rest of his family.

Enzyme (Elijah)

 

[Misty Gray]

Sinead Callahan​

"I love you so much, honey." Sinead smiled at the reassurance he and Jackson were there to keep watch but also to have fun. Sinead snickered at Peter's request to make Grant disappear, but she quickly shook her head. "Oh, unless you mean like a cool magician would, I don't think I can encourage that sort of thing," she lightly told him. "I know he's a slimeball, but perhaps that would be too much punishment. It's not like he's tried to kill me or anything," she remarked. "Not that I don't appreciate my lovely husband sticking up for me, though."

Sinead placed her hand on Peter's wrist and tilted his arm slightly so she could check the time on his watch. "Well, darn. It's time for me to go and do my thing!" she brightly told him. She leaned in to give her husband one more kiss on the lips. "I'm super glad you're here, Petey," she told him. She then stood up and looked to the others. "No heckling, guys. I mean it," she playfully warned them before flashing a smile. "Especially you, Jackson. Don't be making up for Conor and Finn not being here," she teased him.

As she passed the bar, she glared at Grant who for the moment seemed very interested in whatever it was the female bar manager had to say to him. She figured he was trying to flirt with her or something just as desperate. She shrugged her shoulders and climbed the four steps leading up to the stage, just in time for the hostess to finish introducing her.

Sinead stood centre stage, behind the microphone stand and looked back to each of the band members to give them a confident smile which signaled she was ready. "Thank you for coming here tonight," she sweetly greeted the audience. Her words were mostly aimed at her family and friends though. She sent them a fond smile before the music kicked in, playing the intro to the upbeat jazz number. Waiting for her time to start singing, she scanned the audience in front of her, as she always did. She liked to take in the faces of those watching her sing and loved to see those who were genuinely entertained. She saw Grant take a seat off to the side of the stage, but closer to the front than would have liked. She soon snapped out of those thoughts and began singing. Those present who hadn't seen her perform before were no doubt surprised to hear such a powerful voice coming from such a tiny lady.


Bellz (Peter, Lucy) Melanin-Gxdess (Aliana) Enzyme (Jackson) Pyroclast (Syd) & Me (Skye)

(Wrote that post before RPN went down, haha.)

 

[Enzyme]

Jackson McCarthy

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While the death of Fallon weighed heavily on the back of Jackson's mind, he seem to overcome the adversity fairly quickly. He grieved over the loss of her for the first week, but he refused to let a part of him die with Fallon. During her funeral, he didn't shed a single tear. Instead of it causing him more misery, it gave him a sense of closure. With her dying in his apartment miles away from him, he was finally able to properly say goodbye. He would still, however, hold a personal vendetta against those that took her away from him.

As he arrived with Peter and took his seat, he happily received the hug from Sinead. From her long and tight hug, he felt a hint of sympathy, which always had a way of making him uncomfortable. Instead of saying anything once they broke apart, he smiled to her and nodded. He made it a point of keeping his smile, to assure everyone around him that he was perfectly fine. Once Lucy addressed him, he couldn't help the small laugh from escaping his lips. "Great to be back, Luce'." As Sinead made her way up the stage, he put his arm over the back of Peter's chair and leaned back. "Hey, no promises, Tinker Bell," He shrugged and gave her a playful wink. Why on Earth would he agree to that? What was a performance without a little heckling?

Even though this was far from the first time Jackson had seen Sinead perform, he was still blown away by the range in her voice. He looked around to see the newcomers as shocked as he would expect, he had never met someone so gifted. He leaned back in his comfortable chair and studied her lips. Other than the free drinks and seeing Sinead sing, the loose smoking policy of the club was a major perk. Feeling for the pack in his coat, a small frown appeared at it's absence. He quickly shifted upward to see if he could sneak out without making a scene. Slowly moving his arm off Peter, he ducked down and jogged out of the seating area, through the side exit door.

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The bulky men stood shoulder to shoulder, their thick, long leather coats swinging at their feet. As they walked under the bright neon light, they tilted their round caps to cover their features. Sinead's spectacular voice was muffled from outside, proving they had the right place. The man in front pressed his weight against the double doors and threw them open. The angled seating was dead center in their sights. Like shooting fish in a barrel.

As they stepped through the narrow hall, one of the waiters with a tray of mojitos intercepted them. "Would you gentlemen care for a dri-" The man in front bit down on his toothpick, his gloved hand removing an Uzi from his trench coat. The waiter's eyes widened in surprise, but he couldn't find the voice he needed to scream. The three rounds stacked on top of his chest like the buttons of a snowman, throwing him down the stair case. The chaos soon ensued, as each member brandished a sub-machine gun of their own. Sinead's beautiful voice was soon masked by screams and the pitter patter of firearms.

Misty Gray (Sinead) Bellz (Lucy/Peter) Melanin-Gxdess (Aliana) Pyroclast (Syd)

 

[Enzyme]

Eli Porter


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Eli broke away from James at Ciara's booming voice. He slowly turned to her, keeping is arm in front of his brother. As she came sprinting to the smashed window, he quickly pulled James out of her way. Her horrible shrieks found it's way into Eli's cold heart. While he rarely felt sympathy for anyone, he could only imagine what it would've been like to lose James in that chair. With the tears streaking down her cheek, it was strange to see the usually ruthless woman so vulnerable.

Once Ciara pulled out her gun, Eli raised his hand in an attempt to calm her down. The fact that she was too weak to find the trigger proved that her grief was unbearable. Even the throw of the handgun looked pathetic, flying at James at the speed of a snail's crawl. He slowly turned to his brother. "Mate, you should go. I'll catch up wit' you lata'." He looked back to Ciara, pulling her into his chest.

Once James was out of the building, he led her over to the furniture. He quickly tossed the lifeless guard, with the broken neck, aside and helped Ciara find a seat on the couch. He then sat down on the table, opposite of her. "I'm sorry, I really am - but they were gonna' kill my brotha'. I didn't have a choice, Ciara. "

Misty Gray (James/Ciara)

 

[Bellz]

Lucy Porter and Peter Callahan​

Lucy was glad to see such a smile on Jackson's face, especially so soon after Fallon's death. She wasn't sure if she was completely convinced by the smile, but she wouldn't bring up anything with the man unless he spoke of it first, knowing how hard it was to deal with death, Lucy was patient and would give him the time he needed. Despite this, Lucy was going to force herself to try and enjoy her time with everyone tonight. She had always worried too much at public events like this, always worrying that someone lurked in the shadows. One quick look around the club eased her nerves but she knew that it wouldn't be the last time she would have to reassure herself this evening. Sinead made her way onto he stage and began her performance. Lucy had always been a little jealous of her sisters gift, wishing she had the pipes like she did, but she was so proud of her in that moment. Lucy had always enjoyed watching Sinead perform. It had been more than 10 years ago that she had sat in a club with her family to watch her little sister...a wave of deja vu hit her just as she thought she heard the familiar POP POP POP POP of bullets being released from the chambers of a gun. Her stomach dropped as she heard someone behind her scream loudly unknowingly announcing that someone was actually shooting up the club.Her eyes widened in horror as her heart kicked into overdrive. Grabbing her gun from its thigh hostler. She checked to make sure the safety was turned off before moving to duck under the table. "PETER!" She shouted to her brother in law who had also turned to look at Sinead who was on stage. "GET HER OFF THE STAGE!" Lucy shouted before moving to Syd and Skye who were seated nearby. "Get down now!" She barked at both of them, grabbing them both by the shoulders and beginning to pull them towards the ground. "Get under the table quickly! Do not move from it until I say!" Lucy's blue eyes looked to Syd's a moment, her eyes showing just how serious she was about him following her orders. "Keep each other safe!" With that, Lucy scrambled out from under the safety of the table and moved to help whoever needed it.
with: Jackson Enzyme mentions: Syd Pyro ; Skye Misty Gray ; Aliana Melanin-Gxdess

"I love you so much too darlin'" He told Sinead in return as he smiled lovingly at her, enjoying that the moments they were sharing. Though the smile faded quickly as Sinead said that death would have been too much of a punishment for Grant the Asshole in the corner. He personally disagreed with such a statement, believing that anyone who dared to force his wife into anything deserved more than death, a lot worse than death...it was too quick for him now. As Sinead announced that it was time for her to go on, Peter begrudgingly let her go, feeling like he needed to spend more time with her. He was excited to see her perform, so that quickly made up for it. He smiled reassuringly at her as her eyes sought him out, giving her two thumbs up secretly. When she sang, it was like the first time he had ever heard her do it. He was so caught up in the way her lips moved, the way she swayed to the music of the band...you could even see the way she counted the cues in her head. Everything about her was perfect and Peter couldn't believe that he was falling deeper for the woman he was already married to, had built a life with. Everyday was something new with her, and he loved it more than anything in the world.

He jumped almost immediately at the sound of gunshots. Turning his head sharply to look Lucy and Jackson's way, his eyes widened as he wondered if he was hearing things. Lucy looked dazed a moment before she took realized what the sound was. Peter immediately was out of his seat upon hearing the screaming from behind him. His eyes looked to Sinead frantically, who was standing open and vulnerable on stage. Peter turned to hear his name, nodding sharply as Lucy barked orders at him to retrieve his wife from stage. Not waiting another second, Peter sprinted towards the stage and used one arm to hoist himself on top of it. His bad shoulder was sore from such movements, but he wasn't about to let it slow him down as he quickly moved towards Sinead. Grabbing her waist with both arms, he scooped her off the ground before heading behind the curtains.
with: Sinead Misty Gray mentions:

 

[Misty Gray]

James Porter and Ciara Hennessey​

James slowly nodded his head as Elijah told him to go, but he was reluctant to leave. He wasn't sure what Ciara would do or say to his brother after he'd just killed Michael. But he did know Elijah wouldn't take no for an answer on the matter. He was about to start walking away when a pressing matter returned to the front of his mind. "Sinead's gig, Ciara. Did you call off whatever it was you had planned?" he asked her. Right now his family was more important than Michael's death and he still had no respect for Ciara, but he kept his voice neutral out of respect for her loss.

"The explosion went ahead. I said I'd call the attack on the club off, didn't I?" Ciara snapped at James. Right now she couldn't care less about his family as losing her brother mattered more than them. James gave Elijah one last look before reluctantly leaving the factory. He was inclined to believe Ciara had called off whatever she had planned for the club, but he still wanted to get over there as soon as possible. He hoped he'd find one of his guys driving around town to give him a ride to the club.

Ciara could feel herself shaking as Elijah pulled her into his chest and then helped her to a seat. She instinctively pulled a cigarette from her pocket and lit it up so she could desperately smoke the stick. She glared at Elijah as he apologised and tried to explain why he did it. She'd known the man long enough to know he was prone to violent retaliations and acting on the spur of the moment. She hated James, but she couldn't deny Elijah cared for his brother and wouldn't have let him be killed. Still, Michael was dead. "Why would they have killed James? I told them we weren't going to kill him. Damn it, Mickey..." she trailed off. Ciara took another drag of her cigarette and stared at Elijah for a short time. "Why did you have to kill him, Eli? Surely there was another option?"


Enzyme (Elijah)

 

[Pyroclast]

Syd Porter

Being the first time he was allowed out of the house in two weeks, Syd decided to make a bit of effort for Sinead's performance and put on a suit. It had been a long time since he had last heard her sing, and he knew it would be exactly the kind of relief everyone needed to get their minds off what was going on. Most of all, he hoped it would bring his mother some peace. She had had so much to worry about recently and her mind was no doubt on James and his sisters, wondering how they were all getting on and whether or not they were safe. Ever since getting caught sneaking out, Syd had done his best to be good and stay out of trouble for the sake of her nerves, but after a while it did feel like a lot of effort. For someone with such boundless energy, not being able to leave the house was practically torture. So when he was finally offered the chance to come out tonight, he didn't question why they were making an exception.

Now finding himself in the front row of the club next to Skye, he felt the happiest he had in weeks. She turned and flashed him that gorgeous smile of hers, that so easily drew one from him.
"Ah, we've all more or less made up now. I'm sorry you got caught up in that," he replied, rubbing the back of his head. "Rules are still tight though. I swear I'm gonna get cabin fever if I spend another day cooped up in that place. You don't fancy running away with me, do you?"
When Skye offered to help train him in boxing, his smile only grew wider. "You sayin' you wanna fight me?" he asked. He wasn't sure if she was joking, but he kind of hoped she wasn't. The idea of training with her excited him, and he'd never seen her throw a punch before. Before he could give it too much thought however, the lights went down and everyone turned their attention to Sinead. With a voice like a nightingale, she sent everyone into a trance within seconds.

The spell was broken moments later by the sound of gunshots tearing through the club. Instinctively, Syd threw his arms around Skye and ducked down, their chairs skidding from behind them as they were pulled under the table. He found himself face to face with his mother, who he noticed was holding a gun. It had been two weeks since he had started training in secret with Conor, and the more his uncle taught him, the more he understood how unprepared he actually was for situations like these. The look that Lucy gave him reaffirmed that now was not the time for a foolish display of bravado and so he followed her instructions to stay put. Besides, he wasn't going to leave Skye no matter what. Heart racing, he held her close against him and listened to the screams and rapid gunfire that unfolded around them.

Interactions
Misty Gray Skye
Bellz Lucy

 

[Enzyme]

Jackson McCarthy

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Jackson stepped out of the club and out into the bitter cold. He didn't want Sinead to see him as rude, leading him to quickly jog to his car to retrieve some cigarettes. The neon light was still visible from Jackson's parking spot, as his eyes occasionally shifted back to the front door. "Where are ya'?" Jackson muttered to himself as he threw the trash out of his center console. To his delight, the untouched pack had been under burger joint receipt. The sound of gun fire caused Jackson's head to shoot up and nearly nail the sunroof. He had no doubt in his mind that Ciara had caused this, the same bitch that took Fallon's life. He jumped into the back and ripped up the seat cushions, revealing a hidden compartment. The cutout held a rustic AK-47, along with a thirty round magazine. Jackson pulled the heavy assault rifle from it's holster, examining the brass 7.62 rounds.

Jackson immediately sprung from his car and fast walked to the front doors, slapping in the magazine and racking the slide as he went. Once he got closer, the screams from inside were more audible. The thought of those men possibly murdering the only people left he cared about made him pick up the pace, until he was almost in a full sprint. Sending his boot to the door, the smoke from inside instantly poured out into the fresh air. Jackson's eyes rounded to the two covered figures with submachine guns. He snapped the butt of the rifle to his shoulder, not bothering to look down the iron sights. The powerful blast of the AK out roared the sound of the weaker rounds. The bullets weren't content with the home they had dug into the attackers, immediately ripping out of their chests and lodging themselves into the wall. As one of the attackers collapsed, his aim flew to the ceiling and obliterated the chandelier above.

Jackson peaked his barrel around the corner, turning the third attacker into swiss cheese. The force behind the bullets sent the thug careening over a dinner table, knocking the glass and silverware off along with him. The final thug tried to run to better cover, not expecting someone to enter from behind so quickly. Jackson emptied two rounds into his back, causing him to collapse behind the theatre-like seats. As Jackson went to finish him off, he felt the gun resist. A shell had gotten stuck in the slide, jamming the rifle. Jackson quickly pulled the PPK handgun from it's holster, firing rounds into where he suspected the thug was. The bullets, unfortunately, ripped through the seats and dug into the ground. There wasn't anywhere else for the injured thug to crawl, forcing him to try and hide under a round table.

Steam tumbled out of Jackson's barrel as he walked over to the table. A swift boot to the leg was enough to fling the table onto it's back. Jackson quickly snapped to the side, the thug's bullets just missing the side of his head. Before the man could adjust his aim, Jackson emptied his ammo into the man's sternum. Without missing a beat Jackson ejected the magazine and replaced it with a fresh one. He did a full 180 and aimed down at the door, incase any other goons tried to pay a visit. "Everyone okay?" Jackson shouted behind him.

Misty Gray (Sinead) Bellz (Lucy/Peter) Pyroclast (Syd) Melanin-Gxdess (Aliana)

 

[Enzyme]

Eli Porter

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Eli didn't like how the darkness clouded Ciara's features, it was hard to read her. He looked to her trembling hand, unsure if she was about to shove a knife into his gut. The shakiness in her voice, however, proved she wasn't a threat. Eli looked up at her, his expression completely passive. He then answered her question with a blunt, "No." He tried to gauge her reaction, hoping her eye-line would meet his. "Even after I beat him to the ground, he still went for his gun; blood pourin' out of his mouth an' all." He looked to the window Michael had been ejected out, the wild wind still howling through the hole.

The men around them laid still, some unconscious and some dead. His eyes scanned back to a whimpering Ciara. "What'd we do now?" Eli blankly asked her. He didn't expect a proficient response right now, but he still wanted to know what was going through her head. Perhaps she would never want to see him again, but what would he care? She lied to his face. As much as he enjoyed it, he shouldn't of had to kill Michael. He shouldn't of had to redirect a bullet, destined for James' skull. With the subterfuge Ciara had been using, it's quite possible she wanted James dead from the start.

Misty Gray (Ciara)

 

[neverbackdown]

Eleanor Sheridan ​

Eleanor smiled giving Finn and hug and kissing him back “yeah they were better than I expected them to be” she told him gently, she didn’t divulge into details with him knowing that it was better left until they were on their own. She laughed when he claimed that he was in fact not a princess but rather he was a Queen and she shook her head in an amused manner “you are a very beautiful queen and your stylists are amazing” she commented before looking at the girls “you’s did an amazing job, you’s have to get me dressed up soon” she asked the girls.

Eleanor hugged Shannon back “it’s lovely to see you” she commented before grinning at Shannon’s comment “ah he already uses it” she teasingly joked.

Misty Gray
Bellz

Alexandra Romano ​

Alexandra laughed at the sight of Finn, her expression showing how amused she was at the whole scenario. She was glad to see that the events of the past had not help power over Finn and he was able to get back to the person Conor had always explained to her.
Her strongest memory of Finn was finding him in the basement of her mother’s hotel and being warned to keep him away from Sharp things, whatever had happened down there had affected her brother also and so she was glad that Finn had pulled himself back, he was a stronger man than she had ever given him credit for.
When Eleanor arrived in, Alex greeted her before excusing herself to go up and get changed. She already had makeup on so all she had to do was change into her little black dress and a pair of heels. Alex arrived back downstairs and into the lounge where everyone was , making her way immediately over to Michelle who was sitting on the couch staring at her granny in awe. She admired Shannon and you could tell just by looking at right. “Right be good for you granny and we’ll be home soon okay, I love you” she said giving her daughter a hug and a kiss on the head “if you need anything or if you get upset talk to Finn, Eleanor or your granny okay?” She asked quietly. Michelle nodded her head giving her mother a hug “love you too” she said before looking back toward Finn and giggling again.

Alex walked back over to Conor “are you ready?” She asked
Misty Gray

 

[Misty Gray]

Skye McKendrick​

Skye sent Syd a warm smile when he said he'd pretty much made up with his parents. "Hey, don't worry about that. I know all about your family's drama by now," she told him. It wasn't a complaint, just an observation. "Hopefully they'll loosen up soon and let you start training. If not, at least you know how much they care about you, right?" she offered. She didn't have parents herself. They were both dead and nobody had wanted to adopt a misbehaving teenager by that point. She grinned when he suggested running away together. "Running away sounds like a fun adventure and it's very tempting. Come on, though. You have a great family and I think they'd miss you too much," she reasoned. "Yeah, I want to fight you. You and me, Syd..." she trailed off. She silenced herself as the lights dimmed and Sinead began singing. She didn't want to be rude and talk over the performance. Besides, it was quite hypnotising listening to such a powerful voice come from her petite employer. She couldn't help but smile as she listened to the singing.

Skye practically jumped out of her skin at the sound of the gunshots. She'd been warned to expect this this kind of thing and thought she'd be calm in the situation, but hearing the loud gunfire caught her way off guard. Syd put his arms around her and pulled her under the table out of the way of the danger. She watched on as Lucy shouted out orders and told them to keep each other safe. Skye bit her bottom lip and quickly nodded her head. Though the blonde woman was likely just as shocked, it seemed like she was familiar with this kind of chaos and knew how to react to such a situation. Skye allowed Syd to hold her close against him and she could feel his his heart beating as he was pressed against her. "What do we do?" she worriedly asked him. She wasn't sure if it was safer to try escaping or safer to stay where they were but risk being discovered. She forced herself not to look towards the stage, worried Sinead might have been shot considering she'd been stood out in the open. "Are we all okay?" she asked Syd, thinking of the family and friends who were present. Jackson had left just a little while ago and she was worried he might he been killed. She hoped he was safe.

Skye remained tensed up, with her eyes tightly closed, as the loud gunfire continued to rip throughout the club. It was only when things fell silent and she heard Jackson's voice calling out to them that she let out a deep breath. Confirming she was okay, she quickly nodded her head in response to the man's question, even thought Jackson couldn't see her doing so.

Pyroclast (Syd)
Bellz (Peter, Lucy) Enzyme (Jackson)

 

[Misty Gray]

Sinead Callahan​

Sinead was in her element as she sang. Her loved ones were present and the atmosphere of the club was encouraging. For a time, she felt content and at peace. But then, the familiar sound of gunshots began to ring through the building. She saw the poor waiter slaughtered in the centre of the room. This was all too familiar. For a moment, she was back in Chicago and the Italians were attacking her family. When she looked down to her feet, she saw a trail of blood which led to a crimson pool surrounding the motionless corpse of her father. There were too many holes in his chest and too much blood. He never stood a chance. She then looked to her hands which were dripping with blood. She was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard Lucy shout for Peter to get her off of the stage. Sinead blinked a couple of times to see her hands were clean and there were no corpses next to her.

Before she knew it, Peter had picked her up and was carrying her behind the curtains so they were both out of harm's way. When he stopped, she momentarily pulled away from him and hitched her dress up a little so she could retrieve the gun. Holding it carefully in one hand, she wrapped the arm out her free hand tightly around her husband's shoulder and kissed his cheek. "Thank you," she desperately whispered to him. "I'm so glad you're okay... Thank you," she repeated. "Are the others okay?" Her heart was beating in overdrive and for a moment that familiar light-headed feeling returned to her. She tightly closed her eyes and began to take deep breaths to calm herself down.

The gunfire soon ceased and left an uncomfortable silence around them. By now the clip had fallen out of her hair and her make-up was smudged against her husband suit, but she was just happy Peter was with her and they were unharmed. She heard the footsteps and her eyes shot open to see Grant approaching from behind Peter. It appeared he too had managed to get himself to safety. If anyone out there had to be shot, he would have been a preferred choice. Sinead pulled away from Peter and stared at the man who had got her this disastrous gig.

"Thank God you're safe," the man spoke up. He stepped a little closer but kept a few feet of distance between them. "I can't believe that crazy bitch did that. Whatever she says, she lied to me. I swear. She was just meant to cause a scare for James Porter."

"Excuse me?! What. Did. You. Say?" Sinead asked, in a loud and deadly whisper. She raised her arm and aimed the handgun at the man, teasing the trigger with her index finger. "You sick jerk. You're nothing but a bloody loser. A sad little man."

"Ah, come on, sweetheart. We all know you're not going to use that gun, so put it down and hear me out," Grant suggested, his voice more patronising than anything.

"Look at my face, for a change!" she angrily told him, displaying an expression that was undoubtedly furious. "I thought you were just a stupid, sexist pig. But now I see you're a sicko. You put me and my family in danger. Fuck you, Grant!" she snapped at him. She couldn't bring herself to kill the man, but she was sick of people trying to walk all over her. She lowered her arm and followed her gun with her eyes. Stopping her arm halfway down, she squeezed the trigger and fired a bullet into the man's foot. She took a deep breath as she heard him cry out in pain but she wasn't deterred, so she pulled the trigger again, letting a bullet rip into his shin. She wished she could just kill him and get some vengeance for those who had just been injured thanks to Grant helping to set the gig up. She lowered her arm, clearly unable to finish him off. Instead, she observed the man practically hopping on one leg as the blood poured out of his foot and leg.

"I'll kill you. You fucking crazy, dumb bitch," he screamed out in pain.

Bellz (Peter)

 

[Bellz]

Lucy Porter​

Lucy’s eyes scanned the club for anyone else that would have been left out in the open before turning just in time to see a few men coming through the back. ”Shit.” Lucy hissed before placing her finger on the trigger and firing away. The blonde hated to admit it, but she was a little rusty with her aim lately. Perhaps she should wake up with James for one of his training sessions. Regardless of her rustiness, Lucy managed to lodge a few bullets into the chest of the men attacking the club. She dove down behind a table just in time for Jackson to burst through the front doors with guns that doubled in almost everything compared to the hand gun she carried. She let out a light scream as he began spraying bullets across the club, shooting a hanging lamp above her, causing the glass to fall on top of her. She hissed feeling a few shards slice thinly against her exposed skin. Before she had any real time to react to it though, she had noticed that the gunfire had ceased on all ends. Upon Jackson questioning if everyone was okay, Lucy poked her blonde head out from the flipped table she dove behind and nodded her head slowly. Her eyes looked around and was relieved to find that for the most part, everyone seemed to be safe.

She stood quickly and brushed off the glass from herself, walking towards where Syd and Skye were, she quickly wrapped her arms around them regardless of how she may have felt about them sneaking out 2 weeks ago. Her arms squeezed them tightly a moment before she placed a kiss to both of their foreheads. ”If no one is hurt, I want everyone to head to the house immediately!” Lucy ordered everyone around her, at least the family that had been with her. Lucy’s mind went to James in that moment, wondering what went wrong, where he was…Her thoughts started to race as she thought of this attack as being a sigh on what happened with the meeting with Ciara. Running a hand through her hair, she let out a breath before shaking her head slowly. ”Jackson, get everyone back to the house. I’ve got to go.” Lucy’s voice shook with worry as quickly made her way out of the club, her heels crunching against all the broken debris as she did.

She wasn’t entirely sure what would come of her walking over to the Textile Factory, but she kept pushing on. The rain was soaking her body as soon as she stepped out from under the protection of a roof, and she knew she wouldn’t make it very far in the cold and in her heels. But she bucked up for the sake of her husband, having to know immediately if he was safe. Lucy quickly removed her heels, allowing her bare feet to touch the wet street. Before anyone could stop her, she lightly jogged down the street towards the direction she knew her husband and the rest of the group would be, praying to anyone that the attack wasn’t an indicator of James having been defeated by that witch.

with: no one mentions: Misty Gray Enzyme Pyroclast

 

[Bellz]

Peter Callahan​

Peter had to give it to James and would make sure to thank him for all those years of training he had put him through. As he lifted Sinead up into his arms, he ran behind the curtains quickly, listening on as the guns continued to fire off. ”Its okay, we are okay.” He said to her gently as he pulled her close to him, shrugging off the thanks she gave him as he would always be there for her when she needed him. The gunfire soon stopped and left the club in a silent tension. Peter’s happiness to see his wife safe was soon destroyed when he thought of the others, and it didn’t help that Grant was making his way over now. Peter released Sinead as Grant explained something interesting to them both. He crossed his arms tightly and clenched his jaw. Sinead beat him to the punch when she asked him to repeat himself. Peter knew this guy was a slimeball.

”SO YOU ENDANGERED THE LIVES OF INNOCENTS TO SPOOK JAMES PORTER!” Peter shouted echoing Sineads words as she continued on. Peter’s eyebrows shot up in surprise as his wife’s normally sweet and happy deamenor seemed to catch fire in that moment Grant confessed to his sins. He let his woman handle her own business, his eyes glaring daggers at Grant as he stated that they both knew she wasn’t going to shoot him. Peter stared at the gun that Sinead aimed Grants way, his eyes neither agreeing with her actions nor disagreeing. When she finally pulled the trigger and the bullet was sent ripping through the man’s shin, Peter couldn’t have been more proud in that moment. ”YES! ATTA GIRL! THAT’S MY WIFE!” He shouted happily. Peter laughed as Grant stated he was going to kill Sinead before turning to kiss his wife passionately. After stealing a passionate kiss, Peter winked her way before waltzing over to where Grant laid. Swinging his left leg back, he kicked Grant in the ribcage hard. ”I think we will let James Porter decide what you will be doing from now on yes?” He asked. He had every intention on turning him into James, which was odd because he previously thought of killing the miserable fuck.

”I’m sure he would love to know how you put his family including his wife and son in danger hmmm?” He asked before turning back to Sinead. ”I’m so proud of you Tink…that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen you do.”

Misty Gray

 

[Misty Gray]

Conor Sullivan​

Conor waited in the lounge whilst Alex finished getting ready. He knew Shannon wasn't keen on him being with Alex, but she was at least content knowing he was happy. Even if she wasn't, Conor had decided she would just have to learn to deal with it. Besides, the woman was clearly taken with Michelle so she had to at least accept the kid wouldn't be around without Alex. When Alex entered the lounge, Conor got up from the couch and for a while couldn't take his eyes off of her in the little black dress she'd put on. He snapped out of his thoughts and instead listened to her telling Michelle to behave and who to go to if she needed anything. "Hmm, yes. Be good for Shannon," Conor said. He then leaned towards his daughter. "Do me a favour, will you? Keep this lot under control, yeah? Shannon and Finn are a bit wild," he said, tapping the side of his forehead with his index finger.

When Alex asked him if he was ready, Conor placed his hand on her lower back and walked with her to the door. "I've been ready for about ten years," he assured her. When he reached his car, he opened the passenger door for Alex to climb inside before hopping into the driver's seat. "So, Alex. Seeing as this is our first official and public date... Where would you like to go?" he offered to her.

neverbackdown (Alex, Michelle)

 

[Misty Gray]

Ciara Hennessey​

When Elijah said there had been no option other than to kill Michael, Ciara took a long drag of her cigarette. She then flicked the ash onto the floor beside her and pensively stared passed Elijah for a short time. She listened as he explained Michael had continued to grab his gun even after he'd been beaten to the ground. She wished it was James who was dead and that her brother was still alive. There was an awkward silence that followed Elijah question about what they would do now.

"I... um.." she said, clearing her throat. "I'll call some guys up to come and clean up the mess you've left," she said, regarding the unconscious and dead mean. She stubbed her cigarette out on the table and flicked the butt onto the floor. She knew that hadn't been the question he'd asked her but she just needed to buy herself some time to think. Elijah had just killed the only blood relative she had left. She should have killed him or at least told him to fuck off by now, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. He'd only done what came naturally and defended his brother. Albeit, he'd left a trail of bodies in the process, but she knew this was how Elijah's mind worked and it wasn't his fault his methods were violent ones. "I'm sure you want to be with your brother rather than sat here with me, Eli," she assumed. "I care about you, but I can't force you to stay here when you want to be with James." She reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a small box of pills, placing them on the table and sliding them towards Elijah. "I don't think you've taken one this evening?" she prompted him. Her tone remained somewhat subdued, clearly still in shock for the moment.

Enzyme (Elijah)

James Porter
​

James was at first reluctant to leave Elijah alone at the factory, but he knew he wouldn't be able to change his brother's mind and he needed to get to the club to make sure his family were all safe. After the evening he'd had, he wanted to see his beautiful wife and hold her close. As he walked, he pressed his hand to his sore ribs and didn't have a single doubt there would be heavy bruising. As he continued to walk, the rain landed on his face, causing some of the blood to run, but not enough to be completely washed away. He ran his hand down his face to brush off some of the the rainwater, his hand then being tainted with the diluted blood. This wasn't a rare occurrence for James, but being covered in his or someone's else's blood did grow tiresome from time to time.

After a five minute walk, James reached his destination and entered the traditional pub. It was one of Conor's businesses and tended to attract men who simply wanted to get drunk or play darts. "Fighting again, Mr. Porter?" the middle-aged regular asked. "I hope it was one of them Ballymun pricks," he said, slurring his words slightly.

"Nah, Joseph. They got their asses handed to them a couple of weeks ago, by two of my best guys," James remarked, thinking of Jackson and Tommy. James had picked up on the man already being quite drunk. "I saw your car parked out back. I trust you'll be getting a taxi home tonight?" he suggested. The man nodded his head, knowing he wouldn't be sober enough to drive home. "Great. I need to borrow your car and I'll have it back at your house in the morning. Here's some money for your ride home," he said, handing the man a couple of notes.

"No problem, James. The exhaust could do to be looked at... Just saying," he mentioned, with a wink. He figured he might as well try his luck when he could.

********​

After getting the keys to Joseph's car, James sped off in the direction of the club. He had to know everyone was okay and Ciara had kept to her word, calling off the attack. He wasn't too far from his destination when he saw the blonde woman rushing down the street in the rain and without her shoes on.

Lucy wouldn't recognise the car that stopped a little ahead of her, but soon enough, James emerged from the stationary vehicle. His wife looked troubled, so he rushed over to her. In that moment, he forgot about his own bloody face and how it might worry her. He was just glad to see his love again after he'd been a split second away from death. "Luce..." he said, wrapping his arms tightly
around her waist. He passionately kissed her lips, flinching slightly at the pain from his wound but mostly ignoring it. He moved back a little to study her face and worry instantly filled his mind. "Why are you out here alone, like this? You look... Oh shit, did something happen?! Tell me nothing happened..." If she was alone, what happened to everyone else? His son, in-laws and close friends.

Bellz (Lucy)

 

[Pyroclast]

Syd Porter

The roar of gunfire continued and Syd stayed stock still beneath the table, Skye held securely against him. She began to ask him questions but with all that was going on around them he could barely hear himself think, let alone string a sentence together.
"We stay here," he asserted, having to raise his voice to make himself heard. He wondered what his mum was doing out there, whether or not she was okay. Then he thought of Sinead, the most exposed of them all up on that stage on her own. When Skye asked him if everyone was okay, he found he couldn't give her a confident answer. There was no way he could know and she knew that, so he figured she must be pretty shaken. All he could think to do was hold her, to shield her as much as he could. Her eyes were shut tight and when he felt her tense against him, he gently kissed the top of her head in an attempt to make her feel safe. There wasn't much covering them besides a tablecloth that didn't quite reach the floor so he wasn't sure how well-hidden they were. A pool of blood had begun to creep towards where they crouched and he knew that when they emerged from the table they would be met with an absolute horror show.

When the firing ceased and he heard Jackson call out, Syd lifted the tablecloth and partially crawled out to give the room a quick scan. Bodies littered the floor, tables and chairs were knocked over and there were left only a few people standing. Everyone he had come with was there besides Sinead and Peter. Looking back towards Skye, he saw her nodding in response to Jackson.
"We're okay," he called back, speaking for the both of them. His heart still pounded with shock. "Where's Sinead and Peter?" he asked Jackson, pushing the table back and helping Skye to her feet. But he didn't have to wonder for long, as he soon heard an argument break out behind the curtain followed by the sound of two more bullets being fired. Before Syd could react, his mother pulled him and Skye into a tight embrace, and he closed his eyes with relief as he hugged her back. All they had to do now was get home. Mallory and Delilah would be there, and he felt so glad that they hadn't come to the club tonight. Having just been caught in the middle of a shooting, he finally understood why his parents had put their house on lock down. He couldn't bear to think of what might have happened to his sisters had they been here too.

Interactions / Mentions
Misty Gray Skye
Bellz Lucy
Enzyme Jackson

 

[Bellz]

Lucy Porter​

Lucy had continued on her journey for James for only a short while before an unfamiliar car pulled up just a few feet ahead of her, causing the blonde woman to stop dead in her tracks. Out of breath and soaking wet, she reached for the gun strapped securely to her thigh holster, ready to pull it from its casing when someone emerged from the vehicle. Her face shifted from confusion to instant relief as she sprinted the rest of the way towards him. The rain briefly stung the tiny cut on her cheek and the ones on her arms, but she didn’t care as she wrapped her arms tightly around her husband. ”Oh thank god!” She cried out to him, meeting his passionate kiss with just as much passion. Noticing the flinching, she immediately backed off and took in his full appearance. ”W-what did she do?” She asked him softly, seeing the blood and bruises beginning to form on his face. Her hand lightly reached out, tracing the damage without touching the injured skin. After a long moment, her hand turned into a fist and she dropped it to her side.

”The club was attacked, everyone seems to be okay. I told them to head home immediately.” Lucy was so angry with Ciara that it hard to find the words to speak about what had happened at the club. This bitch had just waltzed into their lives thinking that she could flip it upside down like Angel had long ago, back in Chicago. ”I want her dead, James.” Lucy’s voice was rough and the tone she took speaking about Ciara was one of disgust, like finding a rat in the house. ”She endangered our family tonight and its got to end. That bitch has already taken this too fucking far.” Her eyes looked to her husband and saw how exhausted he looked. Anything they could do about Ciara would have to wait until he was ready to take her on. Lucy was.

The blonde looked James up and down again before biting her lip. ”I thought something happened to you…I thought the attack was a sign-“ Lucy couldn’t even finish her sentence, finding it hard to live in a world without her husband by her side. She felt ill and nauseous just thinking about it. ”The bitch can wait…any bullet holes?” She asked, hoping her husband wasn’t bleeding out right in front of her. Letting the straps of her heels rest around her wrist, she wrapped an arm around James before turning towards the car. ”That’s not yours...” She trailed off, wondering where he got the car from.

with: no one mentions: Misty Gray Enzyme Pyroclast

 

[Enzyme]

Eli Porter

​

Elijah nodded slowly, contemplating the idea himself. Everything about his actions pointed to him following his brother, but he couldn't find it in himself to leave. He didn't know what it was. He wasn't able to care about people like an ordinary person would, so why did he feel like he had such an allegiance to Ciara? He, once again, responded with a blunt, "No."

He didn't care that she couldn't look at him, he just stared at her as if they were making eye contact. "I may not always understand why you do the things you do, but you're my only friend. Most people don't even want to be in the same room as me, yet you've done so much." He may not feel a whole lot of emotions, but a part of his heart was tethered to her. "I love you," he boldly spoke.

He looked down at the pills in her hand, compyling with her. Snapping open the bottle, he dryly threw the pills down his throat. The sensation wouldn't be immediate, but he'd feel relaxed and withdrawn within the next hour. Slowly resting his hand on her arm, he helped her onto her feet. "Let's get you home," he said softly.

Misty Gray (Ciara)

 

[Misty Gray]

Sinead Callahan​

Sinead looked down at Grant's bleeding leg. Just as she started to fear that shooting Grant and swearing would put Peter off of her, he happily cheered her on instead. She was relieved to know what she'd just done didn't make her husband feel ill will towards her. When Grant threatened to kill her, Sinead rolled her eyes. Before she had chance to respond, Peter stole a passionate kiss from her, one she gladly met. There was so much adrenaline around them in that moment and it made the kiss all the more powerful.

"I am not a dumb bitch," she firmly told Grant, though funnily not denying she was crazy. She watched on as Peter kicked the man and then informed him it would be up to James to decide his fate. She could only imagine what her brother-in-law would do to him, but despite Grant setting them up tonight and his persistent disrespect for her, she didn't want him to be murdered. She would feel partly responsible if that were to happen. "And Peter and I have children. They could have become orphans tonight. You're the worst kind of person for allowing this to happen. You're sick!"

Sinead had enough of Grant's face, so she was glad when Peter turned to her and she met his gaze. When he told her he was proud of her and that it was the hottest thing he'd seen her do, she couldn't help but smile and blush. Though part of her didn't think she should be praised for injuring a man, she felt Grant's punishment was deserved and it also felt good to know she'd stuck up for herself. For a change, she'd taken control and taught some jerk a lesson. She glanced down to Grant and concluded he wasn't going anywhere. She decided to block him out of her thoughts and looked back to Peter. "You think that was hot, yeah? You just wait until later, honey!" She gripped the top of his tie and used it to pull him in closer to her. She stood on her tiptoes before deciding to initiate the passionate kiss this time. She then let go of his tie and instead tightly wrapped her arms around his waist to hold him close. What had just happened on stage came flooding back to her and she was afraid to see what awaited them on the other side of the curtains. She knew she was uninjured, thanks to Peter, but she wasn't sure about the others. "Please tell me they're not hurt," she asked Peter. Her family and friends had been present to watch her sing, to protect her, or both. She didn't want to know they were hurt because they came to see her perform.


Bellz (Peter)