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

[Shireling]

Rudolph Meyers
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Rudy smiled and began to spin his yarn. "Well, as luck would have it, Detective, me and my buddy Edgar were uncapping a bottle of whiskey and listening to the radio back at my place when this sordid affair took place. He had come over, you see, with some Alka-Seltzer tablets for Maximilian - that's my pet rat. He couldn't keep anything down, poor fellow. Anyways, he left about," he checked his watch, "about forty-five minutes ago to go to his baby cousin's christening. Then I got a call from the boss man's people who want me over here, and so I drove on down, Detective." He gestured around him.

"This has put me in a bad mood, detective. As you can understand. I don't like seeing bloody corpses on my day off," that much was true.

Misty Gray

 

[Misty Gray]

Ciara Hennessy​

Elijah had accompanied Ciara back to her apartment where the two were sharing drinks. Despite the fact the man had just killed her brother, she still found comfort in his presence. A little earlier he'd told her he loved her and she couldn't help but wonder if he meant those words. She knew for some time now she'd been fond of him, but wasn't sure if she was just confused, being that she'd never been in love before. But she knew her head was messed up and she had to wonder if she was even capable of caring about others. Before she could speak up, a loud knock was heard at the door. She got up to answer, peering through the spyhole before pulling the door open. "Jared..." she trailed off as she stepped aside to allow the tall, imposing man to enter the apartment.

Jared entered the lounge and waited for Ciara to close the door before speaking up. "Evening, Elijah," he said, sending the man a friendly nod. He remained standing and placed his hands in his trouser pockets before looking to Ciara. "Quite a mess you made tonight."

"Mickey was going to kill Eli's brother. What did you expect him to do?" Ciara protested before sitting back down on the sofa next to Elijah.

"I wasn't talking about Elijah." Jared took his hands out of his pockets and sat on the chair opposite the two. "It's no secret that a lot of the IWU members didn't like the idea of you being in charge, but Michael helped ease their concerns. Hell, for a time, even I thought you were doing a decent job. But now he's dead and the guys are bound to grow restless again. Besides which, something has changed in you and you've lost your focus. The explosion at the apartment was one thing. But tonight, you've managed to level the factory across town, get Michael killed, and kill innocent people in a club. Actions like that only draw unwanted attention to the IWU." Jared sat forward. His voice was firm but held a sense that he wished to be helpful more than anything. "If you're going to go around upsetting the Irish Mob, then you'd better be prepared to see it through." He glanced to Elijah. "No offence, but James Porter should have been dead tonight, not Michael. Ciara will be lucky to get another chance."

Ciara quickly shook her head. "The thing is... I was not behind the explosion at that apartment. Nor did I give the go ahead for the club to be attacked. I called it off, make no doubt about that."

"Well, if you weren't behind those two attacks, I find this situation even more dire. Clearly you're losing control." Jared sighed. "I'm not here to say I told you so or to tell you to give up. I'm here to ask you to pull yourself together and take back control. The IWU is relying on you to keep things running smoothly. So stop drawing the attention of the Porters so we can take what we need from under their noses and bring in income for our fellow workers."

Enzyme (Elijah)

 

[Misty Gray]

James Porter
~ Detective Stephen Donnelly ~
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Donnelly folded his arms and impatiently rolled his eyes as Rudolph told him his story about where he had been that evening. "Hmm. Well that sounds perfectly reasonable..." he drily remarked. "I don't like seeing bloody corpses, either, day off or not."


Once Peter and Sinead had left, James focused his attention solely on Lucy. The Detective would just have to wait. He returned her smirk and looked down to her hands as she straightened out his shirt. "Well, considering what happened here tonight, I'd say that was a special enough occasion," he told her. "We've got this, Luce. We did nothing wrong here," he assured her. Her pulled her in for a brief hug and placed a firm kiss on her forehead. "Come on..." he said, putting his arm around her shoulder to lead her back into the main club.

The Detective watched James and Lucy approach, raising an eyebrow as he looked to the man's face. "Well, I know you haven't been here all evening, so what happened to your face?" he asked.

"Group of four dickheads attacked me on the way here. I didn't get names, nor faces, it was dark. I won't be pressing charges and I'm sure they won't be..." he said, his tone sounding bored. "Took you long enough to get here."

"Yeah, Mr. Meyers already told me that," the Detective replied. "Well, I know you wouldn't attack this place with your own family present and Mrs. Callahan up on stage. Care to shed some light on who was behind this?"

James shook his head. He already knew the direction things would go. Donnelly would tell him he was meant to be keeping the other gangs under control in exchange for a blind eye being turned to the Porters' actions. James would then respond by reminding him the agreement was in place because the cops were useless. It was a familiar dialogue and no doubt it would be played out again in the next few minutes. "No, I wasn't here. I was out fighting off the group of thugs. Probably doing your job for you, as usual."

"Was your friend, Mr McCarthy, present?" he asked, nodding towards the exit he'd seen the man walk out of with the blonde. He then looked directly to Lucy. "What about you, Mrs. Porter? You were present, yes? What happened?" He briefly glanced to a nearby bloodstain. "It looks like anyone could have been hurt or killed tonight... I mean, your sister was directly exposed on stage. Any idea why someone would attack your family, and just a couple of weeks after what happened to Mr McCarthy's apartment?"


Shireling (Rudolph) Bellz (Lucy) Enzyme (Jackson)

 

[Enzyme]

Jackson McCarthy​

Jackson watched as the paramedic gave Blake a much needed blood transfusion, the color starting to fade from her face. He still wasn't entirely sure who was responsible for her wound. He was going postal at the time, so it wasn't far fetched that the bullet came from his gun. "Live to die another day," Jackson said, leaning his weight on the side of the ambulance. As Blake mentioned the explosions, Jackson could only imagine she had overheard the ones used on his apartment. His demeanor shifted at the memory he had been repressing. "Ah, I see."

It was quite possible the gunmen had shown up to slaughter the family, along with Blake, killing two birds with one stone. "Well, we aren't the type to turn people away, either. I'll see what we can do." He gave her a reassuring smile. His gaze shifted up to the entrance and fixed on the backup officers arriving on scene. "Well, I should probably get my statement in now before they track me down." Jackson pushed himself off the edge of the ambulance. "Until next time, Ms. Blake. Take good care of that arm." With that, he turned back around towards the doors of the club.

As Jackson walked to the group, he overheard his name come out of the detective's mouth. "No clue," he butted in as he descended down the stairs. He was sure James would want to keep the IWU out of the loop, for the safety of his brother. Once he reached the bottom step, he continued "We haven't provoked anyone. We were just having a nice, peaceful evening when the gunmen came in."

Bellz (Blake/Lucy) Misty Gray (Detective Donnelly) Shireling (Rudy)

 

[Enzyme]

Eli Porter

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The transition from the factory to Ciara's apartment was quiet. Not from any tension, but the silence of processing what happened. Eli was caught off guard by how calm Ciara had been, especially when she invited him up for drinks. The conversation was light, neither of them fond of talking. Eli mostly swirled the liquid in his glass and looked out Ciara's apartment window. The blown-up factory had been smoking up until they arrived, shortly put out by the fire department. The flashing red and blue lights still lingered at the scene, no doubt accompanied by forensics and it's general contractor.

Eli remained seated as Jared entered the room, only returning his stare once addressed. He was ready to be told off for murdering Michael and two other IWU members in cold blood, but it was Ciara in Jared's sights. The IWU simply wasn't okay with Ciara running the show solo. A woman in power was almost unheard of, which is why Ciara relied so heavily on Michael. Without him, Eli couldn't see Ciara holding that position much longer.

"No, no one touches James." He finally spoke up, his emotionless eyes sliding to Jared. The only reason James was alive tonight was because Eli had intervened. If this war continued, perhaps next time he wouldn't be there to stop them. Even the fact that they were taking stuff behind their back didn't sit right with him, but he'd be content as long as his brother was out of the line of fire. He took a sip from the side of his glass, not breaking his stare with Jared.

Misty Gray (Ciara/Jared)

 

[Pyroclast]

Syd Porter

Syd had let himself fall deeply into the kiss, so it caught him off guard when he heard Sinead's excited comments. Still under her spell, he broke away from Skye only slightly, unwilling to let Sinead's teasing get between them. For a second he rested his forehead against hers in mild disappointment at being interrupted and closed his eyes, giving a small sigh. Perhaps it was for the best that the two of them had been caught however - after all, Jackson had specifically told him to be careful and he'd let himself get completely distracted. He released Skye from his embrace and opened the car door for her. Realising he'd gone slightly red, he avoided Sinead and Peter's eyes and muttered, "Alright, let's go."

The journey seemed longer on the way home than it had on the way to the club and Syd could sense a tension hanging over the four of them. It was clear that they were all thinking the same thoughts, replaying the same scene in their heads. He tried to think about the kiss he'd shared with Skye, but being back in his aunt and uncle's company made it near impossible to think about anything but the attack and the fact that just moments ago they could all have been killed. For the duration of the journey, Syd bit down on his lower lip and gazed vacantly out of the window, lost in thought.

When they got inside Syd hung up his jacket to dry and took off his bloody shoes. The dogs greeted him with their usual enthusiasm, and he realised that it felt a tad strange to be back at home after the night they'd had. The house was warm and peaceful, a significant contrast to the atmosphere of the attack. Everything had continued as normal while they'd been out, and he supposed that now he would somehow have to as well.

As soon as he clocked that Sinead was crying, Syd decided he'd had enough. After checking his watch, he gently brushed his hand against Skye's to get her attention and then tilted his head towards the stairs, meaning for her to follow if she wanted to. Maybe she'd rather see the kids. His clothes were still soaked through and blood stained his knees and cuffs from crawling out from under the table at the club. Nevertheless, he went directly to Delilah's door and knocked, hoping to God she was in. "Del?" he called, keeping his voice down in case she was for some reason asleep already.

Interactions
Skye, Delilah (on my phone and tags aren't working, let me try the ooc)

 

[neverbackdown]

Alexandra Romano ​

Michelle smiled when her father asked her to keep an eye on everyone “I’ll try my best but they are all crazy” she used her best grown up voice but giggling at her own statement. She then reached up giving Conor a hug before she watched both of them leave. Usually she was a bit upset to watch her mother leave but Fallon had always cheered her up , now however she was a little afraid to see her leave Incase she died aswell. Michelle bit her lip before cuddling into Shannon’s side. She was sure that her father would be able to keep her mother safe but regardless, she still needed a little comfort in this moment.

..........

Alex grinned when Conor said he had been ready for 10 years “as have I” she stated as she followed him out to the car. “It’s still so surreal not having to hide it” she told him “good but surreal” she added. She still found in strange to be living with the Porters especially with Shannon present but the woman was actually being very civil with her and the most important thing was that she had taken to Michelle. Alexandra just knew that her father was turning in his grave at what her life had become.

Alex shrugged “I honestly don’t know, do you want food or drink? she asked him looking in his direction. “If you want food, I know a cute little place just around the corner that do the most amazing food from all different cultures or I known a trendy bar just beside when Sineads playing?” She suggested.

Misty Gray

 

[neverbackdown]

Alexandra Romano ​

Mallory could hear the laughing and joking downstairs and was pretty sure she had just heard Finn refer to himself as Queen but she pushed that to one side of her mind, to ask about at a later stage. Right now she had something else to attend to.

She twirled the cord around her finger as she waited for his reply. Her heart beating fast in her chest as she listened carefully to other end. She allowed a small laugh to come out however as she relaxed due to his comment about the convent. “I think she wanted to but sure they would accept me” she joked “and yeah I’m okay, she was pretty upset but she seems to have calmed down thankfully, I’m sorry you had to witness that” she said biting her lip as she remembered how outrageous her mother’s outburst had really been.
“So how are you? Doing anything interesting?” She asked him. Sneaking out was probably a terrible idea but if Adam was all for it, then Mal could hardly say no

Misty Gray

 

[Misty Gray]

Ciara Hennessy​

Jared looked to Elijah as he spoke up to say nobody could touch James in all of this. Mental illness aside, Jared couldn't help but wonder why the man chose to remain affiliated with the IWU over his own brother. He suspected at least part of the reason was Ciara, whether her hold over the man was genuine or not remained to be seen. Upon first contact, Jared had seen Ciara as being friendly and open-minded, but that illusion failed over time. He now saw a woman blinded by her own agendas, and in his opinion, something wasn't quite right with her.

"James seems like a decent man, but whether or not anyone lays a finger on your brother is Ciara's decision to make. She's in charge, after all," Jared assured Elijah. "My advice to everyone is to steer clear of the Porters and focus on the goals of the IWU. Assuming tonight's actions haven't been perceived as a declaration of war." Jared stood up and fastened the buttons of his jacket. "Ciara, if you feel the need to take further action, then discuss it with our senior members first. Agreed?" He stood up, his tall figure towering over Ciara as she remained seated and simply nodded her head. "Get some rest, and I'm sorry for your loss. I'll let myself out."

Ciara waited for the man to leave before turning to Elijah. "I blame James for Mickey's death. He should have never confronted me at the factory and he should have just kept out of my business, fullstop. But... I promised you I wouldn't kill him and I meant that. As Jared suggested, I will back off from the Porters." She picked her glass up from the coffee table and downed the rest of the wine. She always made a point of not getting drunk, but she didn't care about that tonight. "Still, the club was attacked and I fully expect your brother to retaliate... I swear to you I called the attack off. I destroyed the factory and then called it off, as I said I would. I don't know who did it and I know that means your family will blame me for it. In their position, I'd blame me."



Enzyme (Elijah)

 

[Misty Gray]

Conor Sullivan​

Conor started the car but didn't immediately set off driving, instead listening to Alex's words. "Ah, you're right there. Just being able to go out together without worrying about anyone catching us. It feels like we're starting all over again... but not. If that makes any sense at all?" he told her. "And you've even got the initial awkwardness of my mum out of the way. Honestly, I can't think of anything else we have to do. Luce and James like you, which is a huge bonus," he said, flashing a smile.

He thought for a moment about whether he wanted food or drink, though he had probably been wasting time as it was a given he would go for alcohol. "Let's go to the trendy bar and have some drinks. At least then we should be able to catch the end of Tinkerbell's performance," he suggested. "Besides, I've not had much to drink in weeks. Not that I'm going to get pissed out of my head, as I'm driving, but my liver feels strange. It needs booze," he joked.

Once they arrived downtime, Conor parked the car up in the parking lot. He got out of the vehicle and rushed around to open Alex's door for her. If she allowed him to, he would placed his arm around her shoulder and walk with her to the trendy bar. As soon as they turned the corner, the blue and red flashing lights hit them. A short distance away, the police cars and ambulances could be seen parked up. Conor wasn't exactly sure which of the buildings was the club Sinead was singing in, but his past experiences always told him to think the worst. "Tell me that's not the club..." he asked. He froze on the spot as a familiar sinking feeling hit him.

neverbackdown (Alex)

 

[Bellz]

Lucy Porter​

Lucy wasn't too fond of the Detectives that were always on these sort of cases, far too mouthy for her liking and they always tried to make her family seem like the criminals. So when Detective Donnelly turned her way when James had nothing to report, she was honestly about to give him a piece of her mind. Luckily, Jackson's voice cut her off just as she opened her mouth and she snapped it shut just as quickly. Nodding her head along with Jackson's words, Lucy was thankful that she had enough time to calm herself a bit, knowing it would do none of them any good to piss off the police. "Like Jackson said, nothing was out of the ordinary. We all arrived and nothing was unusual to start, otherwise myself, Mr. Callahan or Mr. McCarthy would have spoken up a lot sooner." She paused and wondered if the man was going to really believe a word she said. Sure they weren't in trouble for anything, but Lucy had been around long enough to know that this shit had a way of coming back around full circle, even when her family had nothing to do with it.

"Sinead had just gotten on stage and was only minutes into her performance when we heard gunfire. A waiter was taken out almost immediately before they just began to open fire on the whole club, not anyone in particular...." Her story to the detective had the cogs in her head turning as she thought about her words. Her chest tightened as her mind forced itself to think back on everything that had happened. As she was checking on Syd and Skye, pushing them towards the ground, she remember that the shooters weren't aiming at the table they were sitting in. "They seemed to have no direct intention of targeting my family...if that helps." Lucy's eyes looked to James and then to Jackson, as they all seemed to leave out one person: Ciara.
with: James Misty Gray ; Jackson Enzyme mentions: (Peter will be up later)

 

[Misty Gray]

James Porter
~ Detective Stephen Donnelly ~
​

The Detective turned to face Jackson as the man spoke, watching him descend the stairs and approach him. He explained they hadn't provoked anyone and their peaceful evening had been interrupted by the gunmen. He didn't have chance to respond or deliberate on the response when Lucy spoke up. Her words seemed to echo Jackson's. However, she went on to suggest the attack was indiscriminate, which would mean it hadn't been anyone deliberately attacking or stirring up the Porters. Donnelly wasn't sure if he believed it, but he knew he wouldn't be getting any information to prove otherwise. More than anything, he wanted to know who was going around blowing shit up and he was convinced the Porters knew that information. "Well..." he began, loosening his shoulders. "Thank you all for your cooperation. If you do happen to find out who's going around blowing up buildings and shooting innocents in clubs, I'd appreciate being informed." He looked James in the eyes as he was about to say something he'd told him numerous times before. "When it all comes down to it, I would rather have your lot around than the gangs you've been keeping at bay. The sooner you let me help you, the better."

"I'll be sure to call you when that time comes, but don't wait by the phone and don't hold your breath," James remarked.

Donnelly shook his head and was about to turn away when something came to him. He turned back to all four present, not overly concerned with who needed to know. "As I was leaving the station, one of your guys was being brought in for smashing up a police car. Thomas Dempsey, I believe. The lad hasn't been in trouble before. He'll be spending the night in the cells, but if someone comes to the station in the morning,with the cash to cover the damage, he'll be released with just a caution." Soon enough, the Detective walked away so he could inspect the crime scene.

James was left wondering what on Earth Tommy was thinking, but he was sure he'd find out from the lad himself, the next day. "Thank you all, you did good there," he quietly told Lucy, Jackson and Rudolph. He wasn't willing to let the cops get involved with the IWU matter, especially not whilst Elijah was in the middle of it all. James gently rubbed Lucy's shoulder whilst hoping she was coping with yet another stressful evening. "Jackson, mate. Looks like you did a pretty good job at taking those fuckers down. Are you good? No hidden injuries?" he asked, noticing some blood on his hand, which was perhaps Blake's.


Shireling (Rudolph) Bellz (Lucy) Enzyme (Jackson)

 

[ElectricDandellion]

DELILAH PORTER

Delilah had nodded happily to her grandmother as she spoke of Leo. The boy had to be somewhere- why would the guards tell her otherwise? Her eyes glazed across the room, watching as Finn and his girlfriend embraced. With a sigh, she leaned her hip against the door, eyes lingering into the empty hallway. How she’d hoped Leo would just turn up. She hadn’t seen him for a while by her standards, and she...well...missed him. Chewing on her inner cheek, she laid her head now against the doorframe, watching the scene ahead and disassociating herself slightly as she fell deep into thought, eyes fixated on the garden through the living room window.

Delilah felt herself suddenly falling into a lost memory, brows knitting as the scenario unfolded before her brain.

“Papa?” Wide, green eyes met those of aged honey, a stern expression held on the gigantic man’s face, wrinkled like cheap leather. Her hands, small, grasped on empty needles, playing about with them as her bare feet teetered into a red pool on the floor. Someone’s blood, not that she knew of, and probably not what her father knew of. The dark-haired and gazed man had been sat clothless at a worn-wood table. A small machine that he seemed to empty what looked like baby powder on was centred in the middle, plastic bags coating the table, full of fine, white powder. “Shh,” He grumbled as a young Delilah moved the needle carelessly into the air, making a noise like that of an airplane. The toddler hadn’t seen one outside before, she sure had heard them from inside, if they could even call it, the house. ‘House’ was much too cozy and warm of a word to describe the place in which they were situated. Stumbling towards the table, her father as careless and ignorant as she had been at that young age, hadn’t even noticed her until she giggled, blowing white powder to fall lightly and then heavily onto the dirty carpet below. A chair seemed to flip in an instant, a shriek escaping her lips as his hand raised and he-

A gasp of air flew into her system, causing her to crash back into reality. For a few moments, she stood, trying to collect her breath and hoping she hadn’t been lost in thoughts for too long, or at least for a noticeable amount of time. Prioritising her calming nerves, she stayed still for a moment, eyes ripping painfully away from the window and towards that of the floor, where she could avoid questioning gazes if any. “Goodnight everyone, I’m going to head up to bed now,” Forcing a smile as she kissed her grandmother on the cheek goodnight, she crossed her arms across her chest and began to make her way upstairs.

It was only a few minutes after she had sat down on her bed, twiddling with her thumbs that she heard a knock on the door. Instantly rushing towards it, she looked over to see Syd, something dark and foul smelling clinging to his suit. A sudden silent moment was only needed for her to comprehend what it was before she felt her body start to tremble in worry. “Syd?! Are you- what has- I’m going to call an ambulance,” Rushing out of the door, she took a few steps out into the hallway towards the door and started dialling the number, eyes locking on her brother to ensure he was okay for the time being.

Pyroclast​

 

[Misty Gray]

Skye McKendrick​

Upon entering the Porters' house, Skye removed her wet leather jacket and hung it up on a vacant wall hook.She briefly watched Syd removing his bloody shoes from his feet and softly sighed. Her attention was then drawn towards Sinead who was crying and clearly overwhelmed by everything. Skye chose not to greet the children as she didn't want to interrupt the sweet moment Sinead was having with them. She turned to the hallway mirror and began running her fingers through her damp, knotted hair. She felt a hand brush hers and she turned to see Syd motioning for her to follow him upstairs. "I'll catch up," she quietly told him. She quickly finished tidying her hair before walking to the staircase. Feeling something against her foot, she looked down to see Pistol, Lucy's little purse dog. She crouched down and picked the small canine up, holding him close to her. "Don't worry... Your mummy is coming home soon." she said. Keeping hold of the dog, she headed upstairs just in time to see Delilah rushing to the telephone in a state of panic and mentioning calling an ambulance for Syd.

"Hey, Del. It's okay..." Skye said. She pushed her fingertips down on the switch hook to end the call before it had time to ring through. She then shuffled Pistol back comfortably into both arms. "Syd's not hurt. Are you, Syd?" she said, prompting him to explain to his sister what had happened at the club.

Pyroclast (Syd) ElectricDandellion (Delilah)

 

[Bellz]

Peter Callahan​

Peter had been in a hurry to get the kids home and out of the club as he helped Sinead carefully walk through all the damage in the club. As they stepped outside and into the rain, the Callahans had the pleasure of seeing Syd and Skye practically groping each other outside. Well, it was an exaggeration, but they were doing something that would certainly stir up controversy in the Porter home. Peter stayed silent as Sinead embarrassed Syd and Skye, to which Peter sent them both a smirk. "Alright now Sinny, the poor kids are embarrassed enough. Let's get them home hmm?" He asked before leading them all towards the car. The car ride home was silent and filled with tension. Peter's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as his eyes squinted through the rain. The familiar gates of the residence were seen through the thickness of it all and they were opened quickly after a guard recognized the vehicle. Peter quickly got out of the car, but his small and dainty wife seemed to be a lot quicker, leaving the door open to the car as she did. Peter waited for Skye and Syd to step inside before closing the doors and slowly walking towards the house, letting the rain rinse off some of Grant's blood from his hands and shoes.

His eyes lit up as he stepped inside the warm house. A soft crying sound broke through the silence however and his eyes looked to Sinead who was embracing Emery tightly. He chuckled when Emery say him and sent herself running towards him. "Emmy." He hummed to her as he picked her up in his arms, hugging her tightly before pressing a kiss to her cheek. His eyes looked towards Sinead again as Emery asked her question. Peter knew that it would be hard to explain to her what had happened to them tonight, and he didn't want the kids to worry.

"Mummy just missed you all sweetie, its hard for us to be away from you for so long." He said before moving to set her down and hug Savannah and Braden after Sinead. Once he did that, he gently set a hand on her shoulder. "Its alright love. We are home." Hoping to soothe her tears. His brows furrowed as he noticed that Syd and Skye went upstairs, wondering how they both were handling the situation at hand.

with: Sinead Misty Gray mentions: Syd Pyroclast ; Skye

 

[Pyroclast]

Syd Porter

It wasn't until Delilah opened the door that Syd remembered how terrible he must look to her. Her face immediately fell at the sight of him and he felt a sudden twinge of guilt for not considering the effect this would all have on her. Of the two of them, he always saw her to be the more sensitive and outwardly emotional one. Syd always hated being the bearer of bad news and having never been the kind of person to rehearse his words, he found himself momentarily frozen on the spot, not knowing where to begin.

Before he could fully process her reaction, Delilah was at the phone dialling for an ambulance. Syd started to object, but luckily Skye stepped in at that moment and stopped her.
"No, I'm not hurt. It's not my blood, it's -" he paused, as the image of corpses lying at his feet briefly flashed across his mind. "I don't know whose it is. But we're all okay, I promise...everyone's fine," he said, and moved in to hug his sister tight. Initially meaning to comfort her, he realised that he himself was feeling a bit overwhelmed and found that he couldn't let her go for several seconds. When he finally broke away, he gestured for the two of them to follow him back into her bedroom and then shut the door behind them.

Syd perched on the edge of Delilah's bed and leaned forward, raking a hand through his wet hair nervously as he tried to figure out the easiest way to say it aloud. He took a deep breath. "There was a shooting down at the club," he quickly recounted. "I don't know who they were, the men...but I think it could be linked to that Ciara woman. The most important thing to know for now though is that we're all okay." He tried to remain composed as he said all this, but he knew his parents weren't home yet and actually had no idea whether they were safe. But Delilah already seemed so shaken that he couldn't bring himself to tell her the gory details, nor give her anything further to worry about by mentioning their parents. When she'd opened the door before, he'd noticed she already looked rather tired and anxious, and wondered if there was something else on her mind that had perhaps heightened her reaction to seeing the blood on his clothes. He hated to see his sister so worried, and hated even more the thought of fuelling her anxiety. As if to add to the effect however, Syd, in his wet clothes, had begun to shiver. He bit down on his lip and looked up at the two of them, not knowing what more he could say.

Interactions
Delilah, Skye (ooc again, sorry!)

 

[neverbackdown]

Alexandra Romano​

Alexandra grinned and nodded her head “bar it is” she exclaimed. She had to say she was excited about finally being able to go out with him in public and to not have to hide.
“I completely understand what you mean” she told him with a gentle smile before She smirked at his next comment “yeah I think if Michelle wasn’t around the awkward meeting of the parent would have been more violent than awkward” she laughed, while it was said in a joking way, they both knew it was a true statement. Shannon probably would have killed her had it not have been for her grandchild.

Once out of the car Alex leaned into Conor as he placed his arm around her “your such a gentleman” she teased. Alex stopped in shock at the same time as Conor as she caught sight of all the police cars and ambulances outside of a building, when he begged for it to not be the club that Sinead was supposed to be singing in, Alex’s eyes darted towards the top of the door where the name was written. She gasped lightly as she read the name before grabbing Conor’s hand and walking them towards the club. She kept the panic of her face as they approached, her hand tightly holding Conor’s “I’m sure they’re ok” she mumbled to him, although she knew herself that in this life you always had to expect the worst.

Misty Gray

 

[Enzyme]

Jackson McCarthy​

The detective was far from stupid, so he doubted the man would believe that this was just a random, coincidental attack. No matter, he wasn't going to get anything else out of them. He relaxed his nerves as the detective turned to walk away, but was surprised with what he'd stopped in his tracks to inform James. Thomas had been a competent partner, helping Jackson in two separate occasions. A random, stupid attack like that seemed out of character. Something about that didn't sit right with Jackson. He semi-voiced this with a puzzled look, attempting to meet James' stare to see how he was taking it.

He smiled at James' praise, also thankful that he had left the club at the moment he did. He looked himself up and down, the only blood on him belonged to Blake. "Nah, no holes in me this time," He said in a playful manner. The attention to his hand, however, reminded him of what he initially came in for. "There was a woman in here that caught a round to the shoulder." He leaned in closure to James, keeping his voice low in case officers were listening in. "I helped her outside to the paramedics and she told me that the attack may have been focused on her. Apparently, she overheard some of Ciara's boys organizing explosives and they chased her for a few blocks." He shrugged lightly, hoping James would understand the severity of this. "She may need our protection."

Misty Gray (James)
Mention(s): Bellz (Blake)

 

[Misty Gray]

James Porter and Conor Sullivan
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James caught Jackson's stare but proceeded to retrieve the pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He offered one to Jackson before lighting one up for himself and taking a long drag before blowing the smoke out away from the others. He then looked back to Jackson. "Tommy will be out in the morning and I'll ask him what he's playing at." He then motioned towards the Detective "And I'll tell Donnelly to make sure his dodgy colleagues at the station keep away from the lad."

When Jackson leaned in closer to him, James looked curiously to the man as he wondered what more they could possibly be keeping from the cops. As he explained about Blake and how he'd helped her, he only became more intrigued. But then he explained she'd overheard information that would incriminate Ciara, causing his expression to become even more serious than usual. Hearing that Blake had been chased by the IWU and needed protection, he covered his mouth with his hand and stared passed Jackson as he mulled over the situation. It felt like their troubles were rapidly piling up, but James was never one for turning away from those in need or shying away from their problems.

"I think the main thing we need to do right now is get everyone back home, including ourselves," he said, sending a glance Lucy's way. "Are you up to dealing with the lady? Check she's okay and offer her our protection? I won't have an innocent woman further injured, or killed, by that crazy bitch," he said, clearly referring to Ciara. "You okay with that, mate?"

Enzyme (Jackson)
Mention: Bellz (Lucy)

Conor let out an awkward chuckle when Alex mentioned Shannon may have reacted more violently were Michelle not around. "Hmm, well thankfully little Shelly was there to keep the peace," he observed. "I suppose we all know by know where I get my fighting spirit from," he remarked. His father had generally been a calmer and more collected man, whilst his mother was always extremely hot-headed.

Conor looked down to see Alex grab his hand before she led him towards the club. As they got closer it became clearer it was the club the cops and paramedics were attending do. "Fuck..." he muttered. Alex's words about being sure everyone was okay practically flew over his head and all he could do was worry. Still holding her hand, Conor now took the lead to enter the club. Two police officers attempted to intercept them and stop them from entering. "Get out of my fucking way, else I'll knock you out," Conor threatened the officers. The fact he could see some of his family and friends but not all of them was concerning. Whether or not he upset the cops was low on his list of priorities. "I won't say it again!"

"Officers, let them both through," Donnelly spoke up. He'd prefer Conor did stay outside, but he wasn't about to deny him long enough for him to follow through on his threats. The station didn't have time for Sullivan occupying his usual cell.

"Come on, Alex," he said, his voice softening when speaking to her. He didn't have the patience for the cops and he certainly wasn't about to let them stop him from checking on his family. Seeing James and Jackson in conversation, he went up to Lucy. As he looked around, he still couldn't account for many of those he knew were meant to be in the club that evening. "Luce... Where's Sinny? Where are the others?" he worriedly asked his sister. He glanced around at the bloodshed nearby and anxiously bit on his bottom lip. Sinead, Peter, Syd and Skye were worryingly absent. He used his free hand to brush some of Lucy's hair out of her face, which then made way for him to notice the minor cuts on her. "Are you okay, Luce?" he worriedly asked. He'd already noticed James looking bloody and bruised, but that was of a more familiar sight to him.

neverbackdown (Alex) Bellz (Lucy)

Sinead Callahan​

Sinead let go of Braden and Savannah so they could greet Peter too. She felt Peter's gentle hand on her shoulder and leaned back into his chest, absorbing his warmth for reassurance. She nodded when he said it was okay and they were home. She then turned to look to him. "How about we go to our own home?" she suggested. "We can both put the the children to bed together. Let them know we're both here for them," she suggested.

Once they'd got back to their own house and tucked the three children up in their beds, Sinead returned to the bedroom she shared with Peter, hoping he would follow her. As she got herself out of her dress and started changing for bed, she removed the gun from the strap around her thigh, placing the weapon down on the dressing table. Now she'd had time to process that they were all safe and the children still had their parents, she was able to think about what had happened with Grant. She slipped on her satin nightdress before turning to face Peter. "So... you liked that I shot that jerk? I'm not overly proud of shooting people, but he really did deserve it," she admitted. "I'm glad I could do something for the family business, for a change. And, if you get the chance, to help stop that awful Ciara, I support you. What she did tonight was terrible."

Sinead sighed and flashed him an apprehensive smile. "We're both still good, aren't we Petey? I mean, I love you as much as I always have... maybe even more after you saved me. That was pretty hot, baby," she told him, perking up a little to lighten the situation.

Bellz (Peter)

 

[ElectricDandellion]

DELILAH PORTER

Delilah, trembling fingers lightly pressing the keys, suddenly snapped her attention to the loud click that derived from the phone. Eyes sliding to the hand preventing her from making her call, she grit her teeth. Who on earth would want to stop her from making a call to save her brother? Brows furrowing questioningly, she slowly turned her head, only to meet Skye. But? Eyes softening but widening, she stared towrds her for a few moments, before her words, fuzzy to her worried ears, soon translated. “But he’s....” her lips barely parted as she found herself hurriedly speaking. “Blood...so much...blood...” Her hand pressed steadily against the wall as she fought back ancient memories that threatened to traumatise her with the sight of her, seemingly, hurt brother. It confused her to know that they’d been fine, and as Skye asked Syd, Del silently nodded, looking at him expectantly.

Eyes shutting firmly, she nodded quietly. “Not yours....okay. Okay. It’s fine, it’s not your blood,” She seemed more outwardly relieved, though she wasn’t sure whether the fact that he was covered in blood that wasn’t his was less stressful. What had even happened for him to get so drenched in it? Perhaps it just looked worse in the light amongst his dark clothing. Whatever it was, the stench was bringing a sour taste into her mouth. And the others...Her face was stricken again with a tough worry. That was, until, Syd confirmed their safety. Her lips had just started to part in reply, when suddenly the air was blown from her lungs quicker than she could’ve anticipated. And, all too fast to comprehend, her brother was hugging her. Delilah could hear the blood on his suit start to stick to her own clothes and she felt her stomach churn, hands clenching as they lifted to hug him back, withholding her disgust at the blood and the memories arising from it. Instead, she ignored it. This was a moment that she shouldn’t have ruined by allowing her traumas to get in the way.

Following the two into her bedroom, she listened intently. “A shooting?!” Repeating what he had said, her voice raised slightly, suddenly panicking. “That Ciara woman? I swear to fucking God if I ever get the opportunity to-“ Stopping herself in her tracks, she clenched her teeth, simply shaking her head. “She’s the bitch of the century. I don’t care what she does from now on, but if she so much as breathes in our general direction again, it won’t be happening again.” Under her breath, she started mumbling incoherently, some words in English, some in Spanish, some a little Russian. “The fact that she scared the two of you,” Gesturing towards both Skye and Syd, Delilah began pacing. “I’m going to buy a gun. No, fuck that. I’m going to buy a machine gun, and I’m going to learn, I’ll get Connor or Finn to teach me if papa refuses and I’m going to deal with that...that...That narcissistic, family-ruining, stupid psycho bitch myself and NO ONE is going to stop me. Not now.”

Misty Gray Pyroclast​

 

[Bellz]

Lucy Porter​

Lucy had stayed silent as the Detective Donnelly left them, knowing that the information she had given him was worthless to him. She eyed the man as he walked away before turning back to James and Jackson. She offered a soft smile as James told them both that they had done well dealing with the detective. It was funny how things worked. Their relationship was as honest as one could come and yet most of the time, they were having to lie to those around them.The blonde's smile dimmed as she thought about how honest she had been lately, noting that she would have to confess to her husband at some point. Biting her lip, she listened to the two men having a conversation before another familiar voice called out her name. Turning her head, she saw Conor and Alex approaching her, she couldn't really answer his question at first, feeling dazed for a moment. Conor brushed a few strands of wet hair from her face to reveal a few cuts on it, she nodded her head slightly at his concern. Clearing her throat, she said, "Sinead and the others are most likely home by now. We sent them back after James arrived, not wanting them to be involved in the rest of this mess." Lucy looked to Alex and moment and she frowned, seeing that this event had ruined her brother's evening as well. She looked tiredly towards James. "We all can't have one night of fun it seems, so its probably time to head home now..." Offering Conor and Alex a hug and kisses on the cheek, she smiled weakly. "We will see you at home okay? If you still decide to go out, be safe." Once she was sure James was done with his conversation with Jackson, she gently placed her hand on his arm, signaling she was ready to get away from the club, the police and all the horrible feeling the scene brought with it.

***​

Lucy leaned her head against window of the car, looking out into the dark seeing faint shadows moving by in a blur. It had been a little silent at first, allowing herself to try and roll of some of the tension she had been feeling after the attack. Clearing her throat, she looked towards James and frowned at the wounds on his face. She reached out a hand and placed it on his shoulder. After a moment, she scooted in her seat until she was close enough to lean her head on his shoulder lightly. "I have something to talk to you about...and I know that this wasn't completely honest of me. But I feel that having withheld this from you was only to protect you..and me, from getting hurt. " Lucy had chose to lean her head on James' shoulder, so she wouldn't have to look at his face as she spoke. "Over the last 6 months or so, I've been seeing a specialist..to try and correct the damage done back at our first wedding. I figured we are still young enough to at least try..and I love our children so much, but we never got to experience the moments from when they were smaller. They are all grown up now and I can't believe that they would be it, all the children we would have. The opportunity to have a child of our own was taken, but we have a beautiful wonderful family of our own now...why not try for one additional member?" She was nervous at what he would say, would he even want that after raising the three beautiful children they have now? She hadn't even begun to think of what they would think of this...
"The Doctors told me prior to it being done that the chances were still very slim...but crazier things have happened in our lives and I took a chance." After that Lucy fell silent, slowly lifting her head to look at James now, gauging his reaction of it all. "I know this might be a horrible time seeing as we have another psycho on our hands."

with: James Misty Gray mentions: Conor Misty Gray ; Alex neverbackdown

Peter Callahan​

Peter was happy to greet Savannah and Braden when they welcomed him home. After embracing both of his other children, he stood and nodded his head, a wide smile forming on his face as Sinead suggested they headed to their own home to put the kids to bed together tonight. "Let's go." He murmured to her before helping her lead the kids back to their home. Once they were placed into their beds for the night and goodnights were exchanged, Sinead lead the way towards their bedroom. Shutting the door behind him, he removed his suit jacket before moving to untie his tie. For a moment he caught himself staring as Sinead removed the gun from the holster on her thigh and placed it on the dresser, clearing his throat, he turned around quickly, his cheeks a bright red as he unbuttoned his dress shirt. After removing the rest of the constricting clothing, he placed on a pair of pajama pants before smiling widely at Sinead's words. Letting her voice her concerns and thoughts Peter turned to face her, noting her apprehensive smile.

Walking towards her slowly, Peter opened her arms to embrace her tightly for a moment before placing a sweet and tender kiss on her lips. He was touched that she was now encouraging him to protect her and the family, by taking down Ciara. He would be more than happy to assist James in anyway possible and hoped that he would utilize his skills at some point during this feud. He wished there hadn't been a feud to begin with, but if he were to fight, he would fight along side the Porters. "We are more than good my love," He murmured to her, a blush coloring his cheeks as she admitted that him saving her was hot. A mischievous and boyish grin appeared on his lips and he let out a low chuckle.

"You know, as crazy as its been working for James again...I think this job has brought back a lot of young feelings in us Sinny." He hinted to her as he took both of her hands and pulled her gently towards the bed. "Remember when we could stay up until the early morning talking to each other, or all the times we would go out dancing or to the clubs around town. Always happy and never worrying." Peter's nostalgia was pleasant to him, making him remember of a sweeter time. "I miss the young us/"

with: Sinead Misty Gray mentions:

 

[Enzyme]

Jackson McCarthy​

He happily accepted the free cigarette, seeing as he never got around to grabbing the pack from his center console. Placing the stick between his lips, he retrieved the zippo lighter from his coat pocket and lit them both. Jackson nodded along as James made it clear that the most important thing right now was getting everyone home. After a night like this, he couldn't agree more. Still, there was something about that woman that made him want to hang back. "I gotcha'. Just train her to defend herself and watch over her place." He looked back in the direction he had left Blake, before looking back to James. "She seems a little preppy, so it might take some work," He shrugged, shoving the cigarette back between his lips.

Jackson kept his hands in his pockets as he stepped back out into the cold. She was still in the back of the ambulance, but her face was starting to get back it's color. Taking one more long drag, he flicked the cigarette into a small puddle below the sidewalk. As he blew out the remaining smoke, he made his way over to the ambulance. "You looks heaps better," Jackson said with a smile, nodding to the paramedic on a job well down. He rested his arm on the side of the car, just able to see James and Lucy's car peel out.

He looked back to Blake, his expression appearing more serious. "Congratulations, you're officially in the Porter Witness Protection Program" He sat upon the open space next to Blake, using his hands to help explain. "What this means is, we're going to patrol your block for any suspicious activity. You'd think assigning an officer would be easier, but they're completely useless," He chuckled, "I'll also train you on how to use a handgun and what not. Make sure you can keep yourself safe when we're not around." He eyed the paramedic, who quickly looked back down to Blake's arm. "Hey, mate, you didn't hear any of this or you're going to need a witness protection program of your own."

Misty Gray (James) Bellz (Blake)

 

[Misty Gray]

James Porter
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For the initial part of the journey, things had been pretty silent, other than James briefly rapping his fingers against the steering wheel as he drove. The pain in his ribs was starting to subside again, having already been aggravated by the action of pinning Grant up against the wall. In his own words, he was sure he'd be fine. Hearing Lucy clear her throat, he briefly turned his head to look at his wife before facing the road ahead again. As soon as she said there was something she hadn't been fully honest about, his arms briefly tensed up and his grip on the steering wheel became tighter. He wondered what she could have possibly not told him about, being that they tended to be very open with each other, even if they feared the others reaction to any unwanted truths. When she said she'd kept whatever it was from him to protect him, it only worried him further. Feeling her head rest against his shoulder gifted him with some reassurance before she continued to speak.

Lucy explained that she had been seeing a specialist for months to try correct the damage that had left her unable to bear children of her own. She went on to speak up about not being able to experience parenting children from birth. It was clear both James and Lucy adored their adopted children and loved them as if they were blood. Still, it had been difficult for both of them knowing Lucy couldn't get pregnant whilst they shared their home with Sinead, who had by now given birth to three children. "I wish you'd told me this sooner, Luce," he said, briefly looking to her as he waited for the red light to go green. "I understand you didn't want me to get hurt if things didn't go our way, but I would have wanted to be there for you during those six months... so you didn't have to go through it all alone," he told her. He wasn't angry or irritated, just sorry he'd not been able to support her. James pulled the car into an empty spot at the side of the road, not wanting to split his attention between Lucy and the road. "Our family is going through a lot of stress right now..." he began, gazing into Lucy's eyes. "So we'd have to seriously up our game if there was a baby brought into the mix. Luckily I like a challenge," he told her. He then turned to fully face her, a gentle smile on his face and his cheeks rosy red. "The chances may be slim, but we can't lose anything by trying, can we? Besides, at least trying is a fun activity," he playfully told her. He felt a genuine sense of hope in what Lucy had told him and he really wished there was a chance the specialist's procedures would be successful. "Of course it's crossed my mind about our Ciara problem, but that bitch isn't going to stand in the way of what you and I want. She can piss off if she thinks she can affect our family life."


Bellz (Lucy)

Sinead Callahan​

Always one who craved physical contact, Sinead closed her eyes, practically melting with Peter's tight embrace and loving kiss. He always succeeded at making her feel loved and appreciated. She returned his mischievous grin when he assured her they were beyond good. It was a relief to know, considering how worried she'd been that the way she initially reacted to him going back to work for James might have made him resent her or be irritated. She was instead glad she'd promised herself she would support him and accept he could make his own life choices.

"I think you're right, honey. I feel so attracted to you right now. I mean, I'm always attracted to you, but there's been another spark and everything has been heightened again. It really has brought back our youth," she agreed. She flirtatiously bit her lip as Peter held her hands to lead her towards the bed. She climbed up onto it, kneeling beside Peter and placing a kiss on his cheek. "Well, Petey. We can't go out dancing tonight, but we can stay up until the morning talking and just being with each other. Just like the old days. We can block everything else out tonight and just be in our own world." She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before moving away from him to lay back on the bed. "And we are barely past 30.. We're still young, Peter Pan. So come over here and we can have us some Nostradam-" she stopped herself as she was sure that was the wrong word. She meant "nostalgia" but it simply wasn't coming to the front of her mind. "Whatever the silly word is, come and be younger with me," she suggested.


Bellz (Peter)

 

[Shireling]

Rudolph Meyers​

Rudy had slipped out of the club while the bosses were conversing. He didn't want to get mixed up in any more business that night. He walked a few blocks then hailed a cab and was driven back to his apartment on the eastern side of the city near the shores of the Irish Sea. The dank, dark smell of the ocean and the salt alongside the late-night caterwauling of a few persistent sea gulls greeted him as he walked up two flights of stairs to his flat, unlocked three different locks with three different keys, and stepped inside. He didn't bother to check his apartment for intruders, the windows were barred and none of the locks looked tampered with, so he went ahead and stripped down out of his coat and hung up his hat. He put his shotgun in an old empty bassoon case and pushed it back under the dingy sofa, and sighed heavily. Things were getting dangerous between the Porters and the IWU, despite Michael's death and the relative easy treatment they got with the club shooting.

He turned over all of his stratagems for how he might help James, and by extension himself, as he took two Alka-Seltzer tablets from a cardboard box and popped them into a glass of water which he then promptly placed inside the cage that sat where a television normally would in the living room. An albino rat stirred inside and Rudy made a face of pity for the poor creature. He hadn't been lying about the rat being sick, poor Maximilian. With that done, he took a bottle of Arcobrau from the refrigerator and turned on the radio.

"...this is the BBC World Service - the truth read by gentlemen. Dublin, Ireland, a popular nightclub was attacked today by gunmen suspected to be involved in anarchist agitation. The police currently have no tangible information and cannot confirm if this is related to the more recent bombing in..."

Rudy changed the dial until something swanky and American came on, then turned the volume down. He settled down in one of his kitchen chairs and nursed his beer with tired eyes and a longing sigh.

 

[Pyroclast]

Syd Porter

Syd rubbed his hands together for warmth as he watched his sister pace the room, clearly highly agitated by the news of the attack. She reeled off some impetuous plan to buy a machine gun and Syd, without the energy to argue, only sighed.

"Talk to Conor," he said wearily, looking up at her. "Not dad. And for God's sake, don't go trying to teach yourself, okay? If you ask to be trained and he says no, remember I'll be on your side." With a slight shiver he stood up, bending down discreetly to unstick his bloody trousers from his knees. He decided not to tell her about the gun in his jacket, in case she took it and did something rash in her emotional state. "I'm gonna go get changed out of this...Del, find something for Skye to sleep in tonight," he said, then turning his attention to Skye. His voice softened when he looked at her. "I assume you're staying the night? You're more than welcome anyway. Let me know if there's anything you need, at all. I don't imagine I'll be asleep any time soon."

Moving towards his sister, he gently kissed her forehead in an attempt to pacify her. "And you," he uttered, lowering his voice further. "You can come to me about anything, you know that. Whenever you want, yeah?" He felt a little guilty about leaving his sister like this, but he was itching to get the blood off him. It seemed to just be making everything worse. Casting a subtle wink in Skye's direction, he headed to his room and shut the door behind him.

After changing his clothes and throwing his suit into a basket in the far corner of his room, Syd dug out an old, buried pack of cigarettes from the depths of his wardrobe and, with a shaking hand, lit one up. It wasn't a habit of his, but that night felt like an appropriate time if ever there was one. He climbed into bed with it and finally let himself think of Skye and the kiss they had shared. As he adjusted to the silence that now surrounded him, he realised his ears were ringing and gave a sigh of frustration. If he had any chance of sleeping, he knew he'd need to somehow repress the sounds and images from that fatal night. And if anything could do that, it would be the memory of Skye's lips against his.

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