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

[Misty Gray]

Skye McKendrick​

Skye quickly nodded her head when Syd firmly told her they were to stay put. "Okay..." she agreed with him, appreciating his decisiveness. He didn't answer her question about whether everyone was okay, but she figured he wasn't sure himself and they were both in the same position. When she felt Syd kiss the top of her head, she froze for a moment before relaxing her shoulders, appreciating his reassurance. She didn't get much time to think too much into his gestures towards her as her eyes also caught the blood on the floor nearby. She felt bad for whichever poor soul - or souls - had been hit during the gunfire.

When Syd asked Jackson where Sinead and Peter were, Skye dreaded the response. She couldn't look to the stage in case the Callahans were both hit and laying in pools of blood. Like Syd, she then heard raised voices, followed by two gunshots. She stood up straight and looked to Jackson, seeing he was the only one of them armed. "What was that?!" she asked. She couldn't help but worry, fearing it was the married couple who had just been shot. "What if more of those bastards are still here?" she asked, referring to the gunmen who had ruined their evening. She placed her hand over her mouth as she feared the worst for the Callahans.


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

 

[Enzyme]

Jackson McCarthy

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Jackson slowly eased his aim once he had gotten the okay. He holstered his handgun and looked back to the crowd of cowering Porters. "I leave you lot for five seconds." Before he could relax, he heard a deafening gunshot from behind the curtains. The vicious look on his face suddenly reappeared as he stormed towards the stage. As he ran, he slammed the slide until the shell ejected, unjamming the rifle. A loud clicking sound emitted from the gun as he ran through the curtains. His aim immediately shot to Peter's head. Luckily, he kept his finger on the side of the rifle just incase. It took him a second to process that the two of them had shot a man, instead of the other way around. Jackson let out a sigh of relief as he lowered the rifle. "Jesus Christ. Glad you guys are alright."

His eyes suddenly traced down to the male, who was grabbing his foot in agony. "Right, looks like you have this handled," He said, referring to the handgun in Sinead's hand. He had no idea what this dispute was about, nor did he care. Jackson was just happy that they were both safe. "Are you old enough for one of those?" Jackson asked Sinead, adding to his on-going joke about how small and young-looking she was. He offered her a smile, before jumping off the stage.

"You got it, Luce." As he turned to face her, she had already bolted out the front door. Jackson rested the AK on his shoulders, looking to the rest of the group. "Alright, you lot, back home." He looked back to Sinead and Peter. "That means you two as well." He nodded their way as he began to lead the pack out of the smoking club.

Misty Gray (Sinead/Skye) Bellz (Peter) Pyroclast (Syd)

 

[Misty Gray]

James Porter
​

When Lucy backed off from their kiss, James looked at her once again, gently brushing his fingertips along the cut on her cheek. It was only a small mark, but it was still a wound and he did not like seeing his wife even slightly injured. When she asked him what Ciara did, he took a deep breath as he braced himself to explain and also in anticipation for her reaction. He gazed down to her hand as she traced the wounds on his skin. "It's nothing. I'm fine..." he lightly told her, using the phrase he often did when he was or had been in a situation that really wasn't fine at all! "The cuts and bruises are from her goons. She set a few of them to rough me up so I couldn't fight back so easily. Bitch had me tied to a chair and she got the explosion she wanted. Apparently it was an empty building that got destroyed." He then rubbed his forehead briefly as he recalled the other bits. "Then, Michael attempted to shoot me. He had his gun aimed right at my forehead," he said, using his index finger to point to the intended destination of the bullet. "Eli stepped in and saved my life. I have to be honest with you, love. If he hadn't been there and stepped in, then I'd be dead right now." He took a deep breath. "Instead, Michael got killed... Eli killed him."

James' jaw tightened as Lucy confirmed the club had been attacked. "That fucking bitch. She told us she'd called it off after the explosion. She went into her office and made out like she was calling to stop the attack." James clenched his fists as he thought of how close his loved ones may have been from death. "And I wasn't there..." he acknowledged, annoyed with himself about that fact. "You're right, Luce. The bitch has to die... She still got her explosion and she still attacked the club. I had the perfect opportunity to kill her. I had a gun to her fucked up head and I didn't pull the trigger... I won't give her another chance."

James felt he should reassure Lucy when she said she thought she'd lost him. The fact of the matter was that she was only a second away from exactly that. James reached out to brush Lucy's strands of wet hair out of her face and sent her a weak smile. "No bullet holes tonight. I figured Finn deserves the night off," he remarked, trying to calm her nerves. He followed her gaze to the car and shrugged his shoulder. "That's Joseph's. I stumbled into the Old Crown and told him I was borrowing his car. He was near enough pissed up anyway, so I gave him some money for a taxi ride home."

Bellz (Lucy)

Ciara Hennessey​

Ciara wasn't sure what she felt when Elijah said he wasn't joining his brother. She supposed it was relief and happiness, but she questioned herself how that could be when the man had just killed Michael. She had loved her brother, but there was also something about Elijah that discouraged her from yelling at him and casting him out. She couldn't bring herself to blaming or resenting him for it. As upset as she was, she knew Michael was always in charge of his mind and decisions. He was often more in control of his own thoughts as well as being the one to speak logic and reason to her. Michael intended to kill James and through that action he'd also set out to betray her, to go against her orders to keep Porter alive.

"I'm not even sure if I understand why I do what I do," she admitted. It had been bad enough growing up with her abusive father, but then seeing the aftermath of her mother slaughtering the man seemed to have been the final nail in what was simply her own sanity's coffin. Now, she didn't care about most people and her mind was more calculating. She had never been sectioned or put on medication, but she was sure she wasn't so different from Elijah where sanity was concerned. "Be suspicious and mistrusting of whatever I do, if you must. But always know I genuinely care about you and I consider you to be a friend too," she assured him. When he said he loved her, Ciara was caught a little off guard. In all of her lifetime, nobody had ever said those words to her. She bit her lip as she watched him swallow his pills. Her mind was stuck on what he'd just told her. "You can't mean that, Eli. I'm not a person people love," she told him. "Tell me that again when your meds have kicked in, maybe?" she suggested. She wondered if he'd meant those words or if they'd just been some random sounds that escaped his mouth.

"Thank you..." she said as Elijah helped her to her feet so he could help her get home. She took one last look to the smashed in window before turning back to Elijah. "Yeah, maybe home is the best place now." It then dawned on her that she'd be going back to her place and there would be no intrusions from her brother. He was always dropping by her apartment and she was always moaning at him for it, but now she really was alone there.

Enzyme (Elijah)

 

[Misty Gray]

Thomas Dempsey
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Tommy had probably been driving faster than he should, but he figured under the circumstances he and Rudolph needed to get to their destination pretty fast. It was perhaps the speed at which the car was being driven that had drawn the attention of the cops. As the sirens flashed on the car behind them and the indicated for him to pull over, Tommy figured he had no choice. They'd keep following him and he'd lead them to the club, where they could find Jackson and the others armed, or in the middle of kicking the crap out of some IWU losers.

When he'd stopped the car, Tommy concealed his own gun under his seat and looked to Rudolph to do the same. In his rear-view mirror, Tommy noticed the two cops approaching and shook his head in disbelief. "Those two again?! These guys are arseholes. They've got it in for me," he informed his friend. Tommy's dad had killed one of their police colleagues a few years back, before being gunned down himself. Tommy typically spent his time trying to stay out of the way of the cops. He knew how difficult it was for him to hold his tongue around those who covered up his mother's murder and then orchestrated his father's eventual death when he found proof of their corruption. "Rudy, you have to get the the club. Alone, if needed..."

There was a knock on the driver's side window, followed by one of the police officers telling Tommy to step out of the car. The young man complied and was soon enough told to place his hands out on the car roof so they could roughly search him for weapons or anything else considered illegal. They didn't make any effort to mention he was speeding - perhaps they wanted more against him than that. Tommy figured the next step would be for them to search the car, find all of the guns, and perhaps even turn their attention Rudolph too. He needed at least Rudolph of them to get to the club and any heat to stay away from the Porters. As he was about to act, the sound of the explosion in the distance had momentarily distracted all four men. If Ciara had gone ahead with the bomb, then what else was she willing to do? He needed Rudolph to get to the club.

As much as he wanted to punch one of the cops, he wasn't sure James needed the extra stress of trying to get him off of a serious charge for that one. Instead, he crouched down and picked up a piece of broken cobblestone before throwing it through the windscreen of the parked cop car. As the glass crashed into pieces, he really wished that was his fist hitting the cop's face, especially as he was then violently dragged to the ground before having the handcuffs forced around his wrists. Tommy just hoped Rudolph would keep to their orders and get to the club to help the others.

Shireling (Rudolph)
((Sorry for rushing through the scene. Just needed to get everyone where they needed to be now.))

Adam Walker

Adam was sat back on the sofa watching a Western film whilst drinking beer from a bottle. He was distracted when his dressed up parents stepped into the lounge to announce they were both heading out for the evening. "You both have fun, get into trouble, and stay out as long as you like," he remarked. The sooner he could afford to get his own place, the better.

It wasn't long after his parents had left that the telephone began to ring. He briefly contemplated ignoring it, but decided to go ahead and take the call. Chances were that it wasn't for him anyway. "Hello? Yeah, this is Adam." he replied. As soon as the caller informed him of who she was, a small smile crept onto his face. "Well, it's good to hear from you, Mal. I was starting to wonder if your mother had shipped you off to a convent," he joked. "Are you doing okay? She was pretty angry."

neverbackdown (Mallory)​

 

[Shireling]

Rudolph Meyers
​

"Is it alright if I step out, officer?" Rudy asked, rolling the window down. The policeman looked down imperiously.

"You stay put."

Rudolph murmured something unintelligible and when the cop leaned in a little more to ask him to repeat himself, Rudy swung the door out and caught him in the knee before punching him through the open window. This gave him enough time to bolt from the car and make a break for it.

The other policeman leveled his gun and pulled back the hammer, but hesitated a few seconds in shooting Rudy in the back which was all he needed to disappear into an alleyway. From there, he doubled back and cut through a loading bay for a brewery, shoving his way through freightworkers and truck drivers before bursting through the backdoor of a cigar shop. It was a short sprint from there to the club.

As he walked into the club, he unbuttoned his overcoat to reveal a pump-action shotgun which he swung around and began looking for targets. He blanched at the carnage.

Misty Gray

(I'm still a bit out of the loop. I've been busy for a couple days. Hope this helps.)

 

[Bellz]

Lucy Porter​

The blonde stood still as James gently brushed his fingertips against the small cut on her cheek from the glass that had broken due to the bullets flying. Her jaw set slightly as she listened to James explain what happened and her fists clenched. She took a deep breath, trying too keep her cool. It was one thing for James to take on other men in such a way, but this woman if Lucy could even call her that, should've been easy to take care of for him. Her husband wasn't weak, and he definitely wouldn't let that bitch take advantage of him...but the situation was a difficult one to understand. Lucy was relieved to hear that Eli had save her husbands life...at some point she would need to thank him, when he wasn't in Ciara's clutches. Lucy's face softened as she heard her husband speak about how Ciara said she was going to call off the attack, that she had even walked into the room mimicking making a phone call. She shook her head sharply as he went on to add that he wasn't there to help protect the family at the club, "Don't feel guilty about that fact James...You can't be everywhere all at once. You aren't a Superhero. You are a father, a husband and a great leader."

Lucy was relieved to know there were no bullet holes that damaged her husband this time around, counting her blessing that it would become a trend. But as she looked to his face, she could see the pain in his eyes. "You know, you always insist you are perfectly fine...but I'm your wife James...I've been with you for a very long time now and I think I know when you are less than fine, yes?" She asked before leaning forward and kissing his lips softly again. He had a habit of hiding his pain from Lucy, ever since Vinnie had captured them both and forced Lucy to watch James be tortured...he had always said, he was fine. Upon him answering her question about the car, Lucy cracked a smile, which turned into a slight wince as the sudden motion made the cut on her cheek move, causing it to sting. "Well I'm glad you found arrangements for a ride...I guess I didn't really think about a car when I thought you were in danger.." Lucy looked down at the heels in her hand and her wet appearance, another smile forming. "I look ridiculous." She commented before sighing shakily. "I ordered Jackson to get the family home...and I think now I am going to have to order you to do the same, boss." She winked before shuffling slightly in the direction of the car.
with:James Misty Gray mentions: no one (Peter up next)

 

[Bellz]

Peter Callahan​

Peter nodded his head sharply in agreement that Grant was the worst kind of person for endangering themselves as well, his poor kids would have had to face the world alone if Ciara would have succeeded in her mission of killing off the family. His eyes stayed glued to his wife's as he smiled widely at her, a blush forming on his cheeks as she revealed that she had plans for him later tonight. His heart kicked into overdrive as she pulled him closer to her and swept him away in a passion kiss. When it broke, Peter felt slightly starstruck by his own wife. He was about to answer her question when Jackson barged through the curtains causing Peter to curse, raising his hands up quickly as he saw his aim was pointed towards his head. He held his breath as Jackson suddenly realized that they had shot Grant. Peter chuckled as Jackson asked Sinead if she was even old enough to have a handgun. Peter could hear Lucy barking orders just before she seemed to leave and Jackson was ready to lead them all out of the club.

"Wait!" He called to Jackson as he moved and placed his foot firmly on Grants chest, pulling his gun out from underneath his coat and pointing it towards the fucker. "We aren't going anywhere. We wait for James to get here so he can take care of this scumbag..." Peter looked to Sinead before looking back down at Grant. "Apparently, this asshole turned a blind eye to the plans that Ciara had for us at this club and endangered the whole family." He revealed to the crowd of family and friends around him. "He knew exactly how this was going to go down...and yet say nothing. We can't take him back with us, but I'm not letting this fucker go." He leaned down, moving the gun closer and closer to Grant's forehead.

Turning his head towards Sinead, he smiled sweetly her way, as if he wasn't stepping on a man and pointing a gun at his head. "Sinny baby, be a doll and hand me the rope from the curtain over there." He said nodding his head towards her left before turning his head back to Grant. "You aren't going anywhere, so we are going to tie you up like a pretty gift to give to James...because I'm sure he isn't going to be pleased with you. I would be afraid if I were you." He said. When Sinead brought the rope over, he smiled. "Help me tie him dear? You are so good at doing it to my ties that I thought you would be a great help in this area." Peter murmured to her before kissing her cheek and finally stepping off Grant. Only to roll him over onto his stomach with a swift kick to the rib cage before tying his hands and feet together.

with: Sinead Misty Gray mentions: Jackson Enzyme

 

[Misty Gray]

Sinead Callahan​

Sinead was relieved when Jackson stepped into view and spoke to them. She let go of Peter but remained standing close to him. She'd almost forgotten she was still holding the gun until Jackson pointed to it. She turned away from him so she could hitch up her dress without him seeing more of her than he needed to, and then secured the gun to her thigh again. She quickly pulled the skirt of her dress back down for modesty before snapping back around to respond to Jackson's joke about her not being old enough. "Excuse me, Mister! I'm almost 14 months older than you are. Don't get smart with me, boy!" she playfully berated him. She was so relieved to know all of her loved ones were okay.

She listened on as Peter explained to Jackson that they had to stay put until James arrived. She nodded in agreement, figuring if Grant had something to do with this attack and was helping Ciara, then James needed to know. She looked down at Grant as Peter pointed the gun at the man's forehead. She was sure her husband wouldn't shoot him in front of her, so she left him to at least put the fear into Grant.

When Peter spoke sweetly to her and asked her to get the rope for him, she remained on the spot for a moment before quickly nodding her head. She trusted they would just be restraining the man and that she wasn't going to be some sort of accessory to his murder. She rushed off to the curtain to retrieve the rope before tiptoeing back to him in her heels. She was about to hand it to Peter when he asked her to help tie Grant up, telling her she'd be good in that area. "Alright, honey," she said, quickly nodding her head. Once Peter had rolled the man over, she crouched down to tie the man's hands and feet together, diverting her eyes from the blood as much as possible. She then stood back up and put her arm around Peter's waist. "I'm glad I can make you proud," she told him. She'd been worried a couple of weeks ago that he was bored of her, or at least of their lives. She was glad she'd been able to help him out in the kind of work he did want to do. She didn't feel so useless to Peter or the rest of her family now.


Bellz (Peter) Enzyme (Jackson)

James Porter
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James smiled softly at Lucy's reassurances. He couldn't help but wonder if he had held back on Ciara because she was a woman and it wasn't in his nature to hurt women. But by this point Ciara had proved herself as fair game. Besides, she was all for equality, so perhaps she'd be happier if he didn't hold back. When Lucy told him he wasn't a superhero, he smirked. "Damn, I always fancied being Batman, if I'm honest. Or that other guy, maybe..." he remarked. He then held both of her hands in his and gazed down at them for a moment. "You and the kids will always come first, Lucy," he assured her. He knew to do that he would need to be a good leader and by this point the business was intertwined with his family. The only way he could be a good family man now was be a successful mob boss. There was no other way by this point.

James nodded as Lucy pointed out that she could see through his "I'm fine" bullshit. "Oh, I know you can see through me, love. But for now, I think everyone needs to see me when I'm fine. I don't want our family to worry even more right now," he explained. James laughed when Lucy compared his getting a car to her rushing off bare foot. "Ridiculous? No... I think it's quite romantic, actually. Having a beautiful lady run barefoot in the rain to find me. I'll save that thought for later, when we know everyone is home safe."

He walked with her to the car and nodded as she said they needed to get home. "We should swing by the club first, just to make sure everyone is out of there safe."

When they arrived at the club, James waited for Lucy to climb out of the car and he entered the building with her close by. After taking in the sight of the dead gunmen and innocent victims, he stepped deeper into the club. The first familiar face her saw was Jackson's. He gave the man a manly hug and a pat on the back. "Glad you're alright, mate. Fucking pleased you managed to stop those bastards when you did, too," he gratefully praised him. James released him before approaching Syd and giving him a tight, fatherly hug too. "Are you alright?" he asked, glancing to Skye and giving her a warm smile. "I'm bloody relieved you're unharmed."

His attention was then diverted to Rudolph, so he approached him and placed his hand on the man's shoulder, happy to see he'd made it to the club in one piece. Judging by the blood and bruising on James' face, Rudolph would likely figure things hadn't gone down too well with Ciara. "We've got some catching up to do, mate. Ciara had enough firepower to destroy a large building-" he was interrupted as he was informed about the Grant situation. He hadn't had time to asked about Tommy, but his assumption was that he'd got to the club with Rudolph.

James called out for Peter as he climbed up onto the stage with Lucy. He stepped behind the curtain to see Grant tied up on the floor with blood at his feet. "Pete. What's the deal?" he curiously asked. Despite his apprehension, he still sent both Peter and Sinead a smile, beyond happy to see them both alive and well. Considering how she'd reacted to similar situations in the past, James was pretty surprised to see Sinead looking so calm.

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

 

[Bellz]

Blake Walsh​

Pushing the table that had landed on her side away, Blake stirred from her position on the floor, feeling weak and dizzy. A sudden sharp pain radiated from her arm and she hissed out slightly, "Fucking hell!" She said between clenched teeth. Sitting up quickly, she immediately regretted the fast movement as the world around her began to spin. Hearing voices but no more gunfire, Blake wondered if the Porters were still here. Her eyes scanned from what she could see from the floor, and that wasn't very much. Blake forced herself to regain herself before dragging herself slowly towards the nearest wall to lean against, another flipped table hiding her almost perfectly, except for her heeled feet, which stuck out from behind it. Ciara had some nerve involving her in the line of fire like that, and Blake was going to have to tell her temporary boss what she would tolerate and what she wouldn't next time they met. Though she couldn't exactly figure out why Ciara's men would shoot her...but she figured it was to help aid her in some story to getting on the Porters good side. Just make a really convincing sob story. Blake told herself.

That was, if she could even get up to make herself known. The room was still slowly moving and the fresh bullet hole in her arm was becoming a real pain to try and deal with. Blood pooled down her arm and onto her new black dress that she had just purchase. Her mouth pulled down into a frown, "What a waste of money." She said out loud to herself before figuring that bleeding to death was most likely far more important than her dress. Ripping at the thin fabric of her dress easily, she quickly pressed the already dampened fabric to her wound with another mouth full of curses spilling from her mouth. Tears formed in her eyes, watering out of response.
with: mentions: Enzyme

 

[Pyroclast]

Syd Porter

Syd watched as his mother hurried out of the door, treading carefully around the bodies that lay at their feet. He figured she was going to see his father, but he didn't know where that would be. The sound of Jackson joking with Sinead brought his attention back to the curtain from where the recent gunshots had come, and felt immediately reassured.
"They're alright..." he said to Skye, for some reason keeping his voice down. "And you? Are you sure you're okay?" Syd turned to face her now, and looked searchingly into her eyes. He realised he still had a hand on her arm, and quickly retrieved it. To show her further affection might overwhelm her, after holding and kissing her the way he had. Although he was fast becoming aware of how much he liked the girl, he didn't want to come on too strong. Even if he was only trying to comfort her.

Soon Jackson was leading them out of the club, and Syd was relieved at the thought of heading home, only hoping that his parents wouldn't be out too long. He hated that his mum had left the club unaccompanied, especially since he didn't know where she was headed. Before they had even reached the door however, Peter called them back and revealed that he had one of the men responsible for the attack held up behind the curtain. He must have been the one that got shot.

The door of the club swung open suddenly and Syd flinched, afraid it might be more of the same men coming to finish off the attack. But in fact it was his parents that stepped through and when his dad approached him and gave him a hug, all traces of fear left him at once.
"Yeah, no need to worry" he answered, with a slight frown. It was evident that his dad had taken a hard beating tonight, and he couldn't help but add, in a concerned tone, "You look like shit, though."
Syd wasn't always sure how much to ask his family about what was going on, but on the rare occasion that one of them came back bloody and injured, he found it hard to keep quiet. He kept his questions to himself for now however, as he knew business wasn't over for his father as long as they remained at this club and he wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

Interactions / Mentions
Misty Gray Skye, James

(Sorry for not pushing anything forward, just letting ya know I'm still here and following what's going on !)

 

[Enzyme]

Jackson McCarthy​

Jackson stopped in his tracks at Peter's quick response. He turned around to size-up the potential threat, who was currently rolling around on the floor in agony. Sinead with a handgun was strangely terrifying. There was something about a small, petite woman holding a lethal weapon that give him the creeps. "It does looks like you got him handled." Jackson bit his bottom lip in contemplation, before shrugging lightly. "Alright, don't torture the wanka' too much. You want him breathing by the time James gets 'ere." Jackson turned around on his heels and whistled to the others, motioning his arm towards the direction of their cars.

As he stepped up the glass riddled steps, he heard the muffled whimpers off to the side. With further inspection, the cries seemed to come from behind a table, a pair of high heels sticking out from below. "Ah, fuck me..." Jackson muttered, resting the rifle on his shoulder. He quickly turned to Syd, pointing in his direction. "Right, go wait by the cars. For the love of god, be bloody careful. I know you got a gun on ya' and I know you know how to use it, so I expect nothing less." With that, he turned back and gingerly made his way to the broken table.

As he walked around the obstacle, he saw the woman leaned against the wall, attempting to stop the blood from pouring out of her wound. "Careful, you're gonna ruin your lovely dress." Jackson slowly laid the rifle on the ground, before crouching to her level. His eyes trailed towards her bloody arm to examine the damage. He curled his lips at the sight of the painful wound. "Well, that's no good," Jackson softly said, turning her arm carefully to get a better look. Gliding his hand to his collar, he removed his tie and slid it up the woman's arm. "As tough as you look, miss, this is gonna' sting a little." He quickly yanked the neck of the tie around her wound, not giving the woman anytime to react to the pain. The once blue tie turned a deep black, the trail of blood down her arm quickly soaking up.

Misty Gray (Sinead/Skye) Bellz (Blake/Peter) Pyroclast (Syd)

 

[Shireling]

Rudolph Meyers
​

After James had come by and told him things had gone poorly with Ciara, the bruises on his face allowed the German to fill in the rest of the picture for himself. He snapped back into alertness when he realized there were people who needed attending to. Unfortunately, he had arrived too late to partake in the shooting. He strapped his trenchgun back into the sling that held it under his shoulder and buttoned his coat back up to conceal it, then went about looking to make himself useful.

He noticed Jackson treating who he assumed to be one of the club-goers. A blonde in an evening dress. He had seen wounds like it in the Army and he winced as he crouched beside Jackson and pulled his hat down to prevent himself from being identifiable.

"Jackson, that wound looks arterial. She needs to see a doctor quick." He cautioned.

Outside, the wail of sirens called Rudy's head up on a swivel. "I hope this place isn't swarming with uniforms in fifteen minutes. None of this looks good for us, Jack."

Enzyme Bellz Misty Gray

 

[Misty Gray]

Skye McKendrick​

Skye smiled when Syd confirmed everyone she knew was alright. Knowing how much the little children loved their parents, the thought of them losing Peter or Sinead had made her heart ache. "I'm okay," she said, quickly nodding her head for emphasis. When Syd removed his hand from her arm, she looked down to it for a moment. She'd forgotten in the moment that he was touching her arm, but when he no longer was, she felt slightly vulnerable again. It surprised her to feel such a way as she'd always been a fighter and she'd battled through the abuse in the orphanage without anyone to protect her. But this felt different. There had been a real possibility that she could have been killed in this attack. Those who shot up the club had been relentless and undeterred by killing others. Skye had been surrounded by people she considered family and they too had been in a vulnerable position.

Skye nodded her head at Jackson's order for her and Syd to leave the club to wait by the cars. She curiously looked to Syd upon the mention of him having a gun on him, wondering if that was true. Considering what had just happened, she could only see him being armed as a sensible thing, regardless of how his parents had been about it all a couple of weeks ago.

They hadn't managed to leave the club when Peter said they needed to wait for James to arrive. Soon after, James and Lucy arrived at the club. The man hadn't been in the club, but judging by his appearance he'd been through his own share of drama that evening. She watched James as he hugged Syd, glad to see their father-son bond appearing so strong.

As they waited for Peter and Sinead to drive them home, Skye turned to Syd to take the moment alone with him to speak. "So, I guess I just experienced your family's business first hand." she lightly told him. She folded her arms, casting her mind back to how Syd had comforted her just a short time ago. A fond smile grew on her face. "I thought I would be cool in a situation like this, but I guess nobody's prepared for that," she admitted. "I'm glad you were with me," she said, looking to his face as she maintained her smile.

Pyroclast (Syd)

 

[Shireling]

Kieran Joyce
​

Kieran had paced the length of his hotel room at least a hundred times since that morning. The meeting he had partially arranged had gone badly, he could tell. He couldn't stop the bombing, and the call from the house confirmed his suspicions that the club was hit. Some lousy mole he was, letting Ciara gat his kinsmen while he did nothing. The plan was still in action though, and he had to pull through. Another opportunity would present itself.

A bottle of whiskey lay empty on the nightstand and a half-empty one beside it. As the bellhop came up with a bottle of rosé he instinctively waved him off. He had had too much to drink already. He would make a mistake. Whiskey always had that effect on his voice where he started to sound like the Lucky Charms leprechaun. That would turn the night comitragic, he thought. He paced by the phone and kept his revolver in his pocket, pressing listless eyes to the door.

 

[Pyroclast]

Syd Porter

At Jackson's mention of the gun hidden in his jacket, Syd tensed slightly. How the hell did he know about that? Conor had told him it was meant to be a secret. His eyes quickly darted over to his father, hoping he hadn't overheard. Thankfully he seemed too busy to notice, so Syd obeyed Jackson's orders to go and wait outside. Feeling Skye's eyes resting on him, he quickly glanced at her before looking back ahead.
"Don't tell my dad," he uttered, going to hold open the door for her.

It was still hammering down outside, and as the rain soaked through his jacket Syd regretted slightly that Jackson hadn't handed him the keys to the car. At least he was with Skye. She didn't seem all that fazed by the rain, nor the fact that they were now on their own and out in the open. He half hoped it wasn't because she now knew he was armed; he had only been training for two weeks and most of that had been hand to hand combat. Still, he'd been given the gun specifically for this evening, and if Jackson and Conor both trusted him to be able to use it, then he would sure as hell be ready to have a go.

Syd looked to her as she spoke. "Guess I did, too," he replied, allowing the adrenaline from the shooting to now settle into a weary smile on his face. His brows furrowed slightly as she went on. "What do you mean?" he asked. "You were cool as anyone back there, Skye. Most other people would be in shock right now, crying or something...but look at you. Standing there, smiling away."
And as he said it, he pushed himself away from the car and turned to fully face her. He was glad he'd been with her, too. Little did she know that it had brought him great comfort to have her at his side. For a moment, he simply stood gazing back at her, watching the raindrops pour down her face. How could someone get caught in the middle of a gun fight and then a rainstorm, yet still look so beautiful? Another second went by, then he couldn't wait any longer. Fearing the moment would pass once the others joined them outside, Syd slid a hand behind her head and pulled her into a kiss.

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[Bellz]

Lucy Porter and Peter Callahan​

Lucy knew it was best to go to the club just to make sure everything was secure, but anxiety crept into her chest about going back there. Reminding herself that she would be safe, she nodded her head softly and walked with her husband to the car, hardly noticing the rain at this point. They arrived at the club pretty quickly and things were just as Lucy had left it. At first she was irked that Jackson hadn't taken anyone home but it was clear that he had become distracted, so she let it go. Following quietly behind James, she was unusually silent at the moment, feeling very unease about being in the club. Trying to find something to distract her, she couldn't help but look at her husband's injuries and the blood that covered him. He looked like something out of a horror film and much to Lucy's disdain...he was needed here to take of others before himself. Lucy's thoughts turned over to Ciara, and how they were going to take care of their little vermin problem. It wasn't going to be easy it seemed, and if it was, some familiar ties were getting in the way of it. Lucy wondered why Eli hadn't followed James after saving him from death...after seeing that the integrity of Ciara was not what she made it out to be. Michael who had seemed so level headed compared to his sister tried to kill James tonight. A feeling of dread came over her as she thought about how the bitch would retaliate.

Peter's expression had changed slightly as Sinead said that she was glad that she could make him proud. "I'm always proud and in awe of you Sin, don't forget that." He said and pulled her in for a tight hug before he could hear familiar voices coming from behind the curtain.
Walking up onto the stage, James and Lucy walked behind the curtains to see Peter holding Sinead tightly. Peter smiled back at James. "Looks like we caught ourselves a little mole for Ciara." He said to James before taking in his appearance. "Bloody hell mate, someone pulled you through the ringer." Peter looked to Sinead with a smile. "Tink here shot the asshole after he revealed some interesting details about Ciara's plans, but I think he should squeal." Walking over to the man, Peter kicked his foot into Grant's side again before pulling him up roughly to sit in an upright position. "Alright Grant, why don't you tell Mr. Porter about your little deal with Ciara!" He said forcefully before turning to James and taking a few steps back, crossing his arms as he did. Peter was about to go stand by Sinead when Lucy decided to greet and reassure her sister, smiling slightly at that, he knew she would be in good hands at least for the moment, wondering if James would need his help handling this fucker.

"I'm so glad you both are okay!" Lucy gushed before pulling her sister in for a soaking wet hug. She shivered slightly now, the cold becoming much more apparent as she was slowly coming down from the adrenaline rush. The blonde pulled away and grabbed her soaking wet hair, ringing it out as much as she could before scrunching it with her hands. A smirk appeared on her lips, "You finally used the gun! I'm so proud of you Sinny." Lucy told her before keeping her close as she was really really warm. Lucy looked to Grant with distaste, wondering how he had even gotten tangled up with Ciara in the first place.

with: James Misty Gray mentions:

 

[Bellz]

Blake Walsh​

Blake's head snapped up at the sound of a man's voice. Her eyes looked up to see someone she had recognized as a very close friend to the Porters, Ciara had mentioned something about an explosion...Jackson McCarthy. She knew all about him, being good at what she did, she liked to make sure that she knew what she was going into head on. Researching everyone in the family including friends was her priority prior to starting the job. "Ah, a little to late for that I think.." She said, looking to the torn fabric on her thigh. Blake stayed still and silent as he looked over her wounds. She couldn't help but notice how blue his eyes were, something she would have killed for. She stared perhaps a little longer than she should, thinking it was a damn shame that she needed to keep her business and personal life separated. She could imagine taking Mr. McCarthy for a spin would have been interesting. He had just lost a girlfriend however, and Blake was never the rebound. Pushing those thoughts aside, she told herself that it couldn't and wouldn't happen before smiling beautifully up at Jackson, deciding that he may be the easiest person to get to open up about the Porters, as mourning always left people vulnerable...even if they weren't aware of it.

"Mighty heroic of you to save a damsel in distress." She commented right before he pulled the tie tight against her arm, causing her to gasp out in pain. "SON OF A BITCH!" she hissed out loudly before covering her mouth, looking at Jackson with wide eyes for a moment. Despite having been in a tremendous amount of pain, Blake laughed at herself for a moment. Looking down at her arm, she watched as well as the tie turned from blue to black as the blood slowly began to soak it. She had noticed that it was also slowing down the bleeding. Dropping her hand from her lips, her eyes looked to Jackson with another smile. "Does my hero have a name? Or are you one of those secretive types that will keep me guessing? I am a pretty impatient person, might I add. The names Blake." She started with introducing herself, breaking the ice.
with: mentions: Enzyme

 

[Misty Gray]

James Porter and Sinead Callahan​

James stood opposite Peter, looking down at Grant as he heard the comment about him being a mole for Ciara. He could feel an anger bubbling beneath the surface, only cooled down when Peter pointed out his own appearance. He didn't respond, instead listening with mild amusement as he was told Sinead had been the one to shoot Grant. "Well, ain't that a turn up for the books, Tinkerbell," he remarked, sending Sinead a brief smile. He then turned his focus back on to Grant as Peter pulled the man into a sitting position and demanded he told James about the deal with Ciara. James stepped into the spot Peter had been occupying and looked directly down at Grant. "Here I was thinking you were just some mediocre guy punching above your weight managing an exceptionally talented singer. It appears there's more to you than meets the eye. Explain yourself."

"Mr. Porter, all I did was get Sinead a gig. I didn't know this would happen," Grant lied, looking up at James with desperation in his eyes.

"He's lying! He tried to force me to do this... threatened to ruin my career if I didn't. He even just admitted to Petey and me that he did it for Ciara," Sinead firmly protested.

James was already fed up with this guy. After the evening he'd had, he didn't have time to be lied to by some snivelling little pissant. James reached down, grabbed Grant by the throat and forced him up onto his feet which were still tied together. He then pushed the slightly shorter man's back against the wall as he wriggled in pain. "You'd better start talking..." James had already seen the bulletholes in Grant's shoe and lower leg. He now glanced down as he stood on the man's bleeding foot. As the slimeball squealed out in pain, James only dug he tip of his shoe in harder whilst lifting the man up slightly by the throat, the action only causing more weight and pain to his foot.

"PLEASE!" he shouted. This prompted James to lower his arm and loosen his grip on Grant's throat as well as stepping off of his foot for a moment. He nodded to invite the man to speak. "Ciara approached me and told me to arrange this gig for Sinead. She paid me extra to make sure Sinead didn't refuse, so I agreed. I didn't think she would actually go ahead and have the place shot to shit. I just thought she was going to scare you. I didn't expect this..." he said, taking deep breaths as he panicked. "I didn't know..." he trailed off, hoping James would spare him.

Sinead returned Lucy's hug before the realisation her sister was soaked hit her. "I'm glad you're okay too, Luce... But, you're soaked through. You're so cold!" she told her. She then bashfully smiled as Lucy told her she was proud of her for using the gun. "Yeah, well... he... he really asked for it, Luce. I don't like guns and I don't like hurting people, but he deserved that. Stupid, ratbag jerk!" Sinead then moved closer to Lucy again, hoping to keep her sister warm. As she heard the man scream out in pain as James stood on his foot, she rested her head on Lucy's shoulder and closed her eyes for a moment. Sinead wasn't sure what James was going to do after the man admitted his guilt and she didn't want to watch. She could only look away, her eyes peering out into the club through the gap in the curtains.

"My family and friends were in this club. They could have been killed and that would have been on your head. James tightened his grip around Grant's throat and was prepared to choke the bastard to death, if he had to. It would certainly be cleaner than blowing his brains out.

"The cops are here!" Sinead announced, before turning back to the others and looking deperately to Lucy. She didn't want James to get caught like this.

James kept one hand around Grant's throat and covered the man's mouth with the other. "You're going to hop on out of here and not say a fucking word. The cops are eating out of my hands, so anything you tell them will be a waste of time and then I'll just track you down so I can finish this. You're going to keep quiet and leave, yes?" he asked. Grant quickly nodded his head. "Ciara is only using you. I'd steer clear of her if you have any self-respect left." James would get Peter to help untie Grant before dragging him towards the rear fire escape and pushing him outside. James took a deep breath to compose himself before returning to the others. "Pete, I need you to take Sinny, Syd and Skye home. I need them all away from the cops and this mess."

Bellz (Lucy, Peter)

Detective Stephen Donnelly



Detective Donnelly entered the club first, holding his firearm ready to shoot in a split second. The place was by now oddly silent, with most of the innocent customers having fled the crime scene. He slowly replaced the gun into its holster and walked ahead of his colleagues. He looked down to where Jackson was tending to Blake, but his attention was more fixed on the rifle on the ground close to the younger man. Donnelly let out a short cough to mask the sound of him kicking the rifle aside and away from Jackson. The fact the Porters were the likely targets hadn't escaped the cop's attention, but Jackson having the rifle on him would only complicate matters all round.

Donnelly saw Rudolph nearby and approached the man. He knew most of James' closest friends and employees, as it paid to have such information. "Mr. Meyers. Busy evening?! I don't suppose you happen to know who was behind all of this?" he asked, pointing to the devastation around them. To his own frustration, he didn't expect to be given an honest or direct answer. "Where's Porter? I'd be grateful if you could take me to him," he firmly asked.

Shireling (Rudolph)
Mention: Enzyme (Jackson)

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((Skye is coming up. I just need to go eat!))

 

[Misty Gray]

Skye McKendrick​

Skye quickly nodded her head when Syd told her not to tell James about the gun. That in itself confirmed to her that he did indeed have a firearm on his person, but it didn't bother her. What had happened in the club was perhaps support for him to be carrying a weapon. "Of course I won't tell him. I promise," she assured Syd. She figured it needed to stay concealed as the sound of police sirens could be heard approaching.

The rain outside felt quite refreshing as it hit her and ran down her very lightly tanned skin. Usually, she would be quite annoyed and self-conscious about her hair being messed up, but it didn't bother her tonight. She figured she'd been through enough with Syd already that something like wet and messy hair wasn't going to have a drastic effect on what he thought of her. Either he liked her as just a friend or he liked her as more, but she doubted her hair being ruined was going to change his feelings either way. Really, why should it?

Skye's smile on grew when Syd mentioned how cool she had been throughout the attack. On the inside, she had been scared but she'd managed to hold it back for the most part, perhaps all of the talk about danger a couple of weeks ago had somewhat prepared her for something like this. But still, she had been scared. As he pointed out that she was standing, smiling away, she outstretched her arms and allowed the raindrops to bounce off of her opened palms. "We're alive, Syd. Why wouldn't I be smiling?" she asked him as he turned to face her directly. "I was never allowed outside at the orphanage. Even being allowed out in the pouring rain would have been a privilege for me then. It feels good to be able to stand out here now... with you," she happily told him. She was so relieved to have got out of the club unharmed that all she could do was smile now. She lowered her arms and looked to Syd, the raindrops pouring down his sweet, handsome face, as it did her own. As she was about to contemplate what his gaze meant, Syd placed his hand on the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss. There wasn't even the slightest hesitation from Skye as this was something she had hoped would happen one day. She just never expected it to feel so right, and so romantic. She closed her eyes and returned the kiss, placing one hand on his shoulder and the other on the side of his hip.

Pyroclast (Syd)

 

[Enzyme]

Jackson McCarthy​

Jackson's eyes widened at Blake's outburst, although anyone in her position would be justified to do so. "I did give you fair warning," Jackson said with a playful smile.

The woman was able to overcome the pain fairly quickly, which immediately impressed Jackson. This gorgeous face had some personality to her. With that thought, he titled his head and studied her momentarily. He had been too occupied with her wound to even acknowledge how stunning she was.

"McCarthy," He slowly drew out, his vision locked on her blue eyes. Quickly snapping out of his trance, he subtly shook his head. "Jackson McCarthy," He cleared up with a chuckle.

The woman was able to casually flirt with a hole in her arm, which Jackson had thought he was only capable of doing until now. As he opened his mouth to speak again, he heard Rudy from behind him. Jackson peered over his shoulder at the man. "We're not just gonna' leaving James here. Get ready to talk to some coppers." He did agree with Rudy; the tie around Blake's arm wasn't magic. He slowly stood up, helping the woman off the ground by her functioning arm. "Let's get you to the professionals, Ms. Blake."

As he turned to face the exit, he made eye contact with Detective Donnelly. While they were vital to the Porter's operations, Jackson could never respect a man who's beliefs were solely persuaded by cash. With a simple, unenthusiastic nod, he led Blake past them.

The flashing red and blue occupied the street, lighting up Jackson and Blake's features as they stepped into the rain. Luckily, an ambulance had arrived on seen with the police. As two paramedics rushed past, Jackson grabbed an arm to stop one of them in their tracks. "We got one here," Jackson firmly told him, motioning to Blake. He followed the pair to the back of the ambulance, more than happy to keep Blake company as the paramedic examined her. "You know Sinead?" Jackson asked her as the man tended to her wound. While Sinead had an extraordinary voice, it was odd to see someone there alone.

Bellz (Blake) Shireling (Rudolph)

 

[Shireling]

Rudolph Meyers
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"Detective Donnelly, you are always arriving late to the party," Rudy said in an expression of sarcastic and melodramatic friendship, putting his arm around the detective's shoulders. In response to his question about who could have been behind the carnage, Rudy merely shook his head dejectedly.

"I have no idea who would want to do such an awful thing as this," Rudy continued in his tragicomic voice, "all these innocent people, so young, what a pity..."

His features grew more stony when he asked to speak to James. "When Mr. Porter is ready, he'll speak with you detective. He's had a very hard evening. I'm sure you understand." As he said this, he turned to see Jackson escorting Blake out the door. He shook his head slightly and let a bemused grin slip from his lips. He would have to chat Jackson up about their mutual affection for blonde-headed women, but right now he had a loaded gun in his coat and a crooked cop on his arm, and that alone made sure that he had transferred all decision making powers to his more northerly head.

Misty Gray

 

[Bellz]

Lucy Porter and Peter Callahan​

Peter had watched quietly as James questioned the man directly himself. He looked down at the man as he tried explain himself, lying easily to James. His eyes looked to his wife as she interjected that he had been lying and that he admitted to them that he had been working with Ciara. What happened next hadn't stunned Peter in the slightest and in fact, he couldn't help but smile with satisfaction of seeing Grant squirm. Peter looked over to Lucy and Sinead before taking a few steps closer to them, seeing that Sinead was beginning to look a bit uncomfortable with the situation now. He looked Lucy up and down at laughed slightly at her appearance, "Did you go for a short swim?" He asked her, but the blonde seemed to have her eyes fixed on her husband in that moment.

Lucy looked to James and couldn't help the chills that were sent down her spine by the way he threatened the man. It had been a while since she had seen this side of him, having normally been at home while James took care of business elsewhere, however, this business didn't have a set schedule so it seemed that now would be the time to take care of the rat squirming on the floor. The blonde bit her lip slightly as she thought about how incredibly attractive he looked when protecting the ones he loved. Her heart raced and she had to tear her eyes away from him, turning her attention back to Sinead, Lucky She thought to herself feeling strangely jealous before trying to shut out the scene completely. Lucy shivered again from the dampness of her clothing, smiling slightly as Sinead rested her head on her shoulder. Peter looked towards James as he noticed his wife closed her eyes, wondering if James was going to finish the man off. He noticed that the man was starting to turn a shade of blue as had choked him harder, only to be disappointed when Sinead announced that the cops were now present and that it would all have to stop. Peter figured he would have to track the bastard down another time...not trusting him to keep quiet about anything.

When James looked to Peter for help with disposing of the human garbage, Peter was more than happy to oblige. After kicking him out of the rear end of the club. Peter returned with James and nodded his head towards him, "Got it boss. Come on." He said nodding his head towards Sin to follow before placing an arm around her shoulder before leading her off the stage and towards outside. He kept her close as they made their way towards the door, noting the destruction around him and the police beginning to flood the scene. Lucy had let Peter take Sinead, telling her that she would catch up with her tomorrow morning. The blonde turned to James and offered a soft smirk, "I thought you only saved that move for special occasions?" She asked, raising an eyebrow softly before walking over to straighten out his shirt a bit, knowing it wouldn't really make a difference in his appearance, but just finding an excuse to be closer to him a moment. "We got this, right?" She asked, feeling the need to be reassured in that moment.
with: James Misty Gray mentions:

 

[Bellz]

Blake Walsh​

Blake smirked at Jackson as she caught him giving her a quick look over, she was tempted to ask if he wanted to take a picture before he finally spoke. Blake's smirk turned into another smile and she chuckled,"Well its lovely to meet you McCarthy Jackson." She said, her voice slightly teasing as she did. Blake had hardly noticed the other man who had stepped up to help her as well. Her vision blurred slightly and she tried to see him clearly. Listening as Jackson said something about not leaving James Porter, she began to space out a bit, slightly cursing Ciara's name as she leaned her head against the wall she was propped up again. Being helped to her feet, it was time to make her way towards getting some help. Despite hating feeling so helpless, she wouldn't be able to to her wounds properly. The rain outside was ice cold as she was ushered towards the nearest paramedic, just in time for her to notice her legs were beginning to feel a little wobbly.

Carefully following them towards the ambulance, Blake sat down on the gurney inside as they examined her wound. She winced slightly as they poked and prodded but tried to put on a brave face and answer Jackson's question. Due to her blood loss, it was hard for the normally quick replies to formulate inside her head, so she just looked down at her feet a moment before her eyes looked to Jackson's face. "I guess you could say that..." Blake said, her blue eyes looking to the paramedics skeptically unsure if she wanted to tell her story in front of those guys. "I was actually seeking out the Porters.." She told him softly, her voice sounding fearful. Blake's eyes were heavy with tears and she had to bit her lip to keep them from spilling over. She hissed out just as the paramedics began removing the bullet fragments from her arm. They seemed to busy to notice their conversation anyhow. "...I think that someone might be after me...I was walking home the other night from work and I heard this loud conversation coming from an alleyway, something about explosives and having enough of them. I wasn't meant to hear it...They chased me for a good mile before I lost them downtown. I was told that the Porters could protect me, so I came looking for help...and I think those men were here for me." She revealed to Jackson, praying that it was a convincing sob story.

Her eyes glanced to the paramedics, still noting they were deep in their work to care about her story at the moment. Blake looked to Jackson, "Often, I'm not the type of girl to ask for help...but they are out to kill me."
with: mentions: Enzyme

 

[Misty Gray]

Detective Stephen Donnelly

"If only I were entitled to a day off, Mr. Meyers," Donnelly replied. Tonight he'd been made aware of multiple "parties" and the club was the one he chose to attend himself. The cop folded his arms when Rudolph put his arm around his shoulder. "No, I didn't think you could possibly have any idea who was behind this," he sarcastically commented. He glanced around as his colleagues approached the bar staff and remaining witnesses to take statements. He didn't hold much faith in the outcome of that, but it paid to try.

Donnelly shook his head in frustration when Rudolph told him James would speak when he was ready. With the club shooting and the explosion, he didn't doubt James had been busy. It was probably for the best that Michael's body and the others at the textile factory had been dealt with by Ciara's goons before the cops had chance to get wind of it. "Porter isn't the only one kept busy with all of this and I am losing patience, Mr. Meyers," he replied, though kept his voice calm.

Donnelly broke away from the arm Rudolph had on his shoulder as they both watched Jackson lead the blonde away. He gave no thought to Blake, instead casting his mind back to the man's apartment being destroyed only a couple of weeks ago. He was starting to wonder if Jackson had a target on his back or was just very unlucky. Still, he snapped out of those thoughts and turned to look at Rudolph again. "Where were you when all of this happened, Mr. Meyers?" he suspiciously asked, motioning to the mess around them.​

Shireling (Rudolph)

 

[Misty Gray]

Sinead Callahan​

Sinead was a little relieved that James had been interrupted before it was too late. As much as she understood why he would want to kill Grant, she didn't want to be witness or accessory to that. Shooting a guy, even just to cause injury, was already more than she thought she was capable of doing. On Peter's cue, she was ready to leave. so she kissed Lucy on the cheek and agreed to catch up with her the following morning. She then stood up and walked closely beside Peter as he placed his arm around her shoulder. As they walked through the club, Sinead placed her hand over her mouth to try to conceal her shock and repulsion at the sight. She was grateful when they stepped outside, even if the rain was messing up her hair and wetting her elegant dress.

Sinead was given a reprieve from her thoughts for a moment when she saw Syd and Skye in a rather romantic embrace. "Look at those two!" she said, nudging Peter. As they approached, she decided not to hold back. "How romantic! You two are so adorable," she excitedly gushed, hoping to embarrass them as much as possible. "Your parents would have heart failure if they saw you," she teased. She was sure Lucy and James would be cool with it, but they sure did worry! "Come on, let's all get home," she suggested.

Despite the juicy gossip, Sinead had been quiet during the drive home. It wasn't because of what she'd done to Grant as she deep down knew he deserved it. It was the knowledge that she had been completely exposed during the shooting and it was perhaps only by luck that she hadn't been hit when the gunmen opened fire. The thought of not seeing her children again had suddenly hit her full force and it made her feel sick to her stomach. It hurt to know that even now she wasn't safe enough to get up on stage and do one of the things that made her the happiest. It was all because of some miserable jerk named Ciara, and Sinead found herself wishing for the woman to be stopped, no matter how.

As soon as Peter had parked the car, Sinead rushed out of the vehicle and into the Porters' house. She'd barely stepped through the door when Emery appeared to greet her, shouting out "Mummy's home" for the benefit of her siblings. Sinead rushed to her youngest daughter and knelt down to her level, wrapping her arms around her to tightly hug the child. She felt overwhelmed to be back with her children. The tears streamed down her cheek as she loosened her hold on Emery so the girl could slip from her grasp. Sinead then beckoned Savannah and Braden over so she could hug them at the same time. She couldn't help but cry as she embraced the two.

Emery rushed to the front door and peered out to see Peter approaching the house. "Yay, Daddyyy!" she called out, with a bright smile on her face. She looked up to him when he reached her and then sighed in exasperation. "Why is Mummy crying?" she asked, tilting her head to the side in her little sassy manner.


Bellz (Lucy, Peter) Pyroclast (Syd)

(( Pyroclast I figured with your next post you could have Syd and Skye find Delilah ElectricDandellion to tell her what had happened at the club. ))