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

[Melanin-Gxdess]

She had to admit to herself that the hug she had just given Tommy was unexpected. However, she did care about him; in what capacity was still a mystery. She shook her head at his comment and playfully punched his arm. "Hey now, don't get getting any ideas. My fragile little heart can only take so much." She smiled at him as the two walked back over to the bar to take a seat. Listening to his explanation of not coming around she nodded her head. She had literally done the same thing, trying to calm her nerves and get a handle on herself. It was all giving her PTSD from her time over in America and she knew that if she ventured from her apartment, she would most likely spazz on someone.

So, she understood Tommy's own reasoning from keeping away. "Well, I can't say that I'm a hundred percent okay. More like.... Forty five percent." She nodded her head side to side in thought with a smile. "I'm glad we all did. You guys are family and I can't handle another death right now." She said, referring to her own father. Even though his death was a while ago, she still felt a crumpling sensation about it. Picking up her cup, she took a sip and nodded her head in agreement. "I agree. And I'm going to talk to James about it; I want to help more. She's not going to get away with any of the bullshit she's pulled thus far." Looking at Tommy, there was a dark yet steamy look in her eyes. "She'll be dealt with very soon."

The next moment, she didn't even hear him say he was relieved to see her or see the look on his face. She was drinking and when he asked about Leo, she slowly brought her cup down and looked at him. Obviously she was confused but she was also pissed. "Leo? Working for James? You're kidding, right because Leo wouldn't work for James and James would allow him too knowing that I don't want him in this life so you're joking." She said it all in one breath, before taking another deep one. She patted his hand and shook her head. "Tommy, my love, we've got to work on your jokes."
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Mentions Tommy ( Misty Gray )

 

[Misty Gray]

Sinead Callahan​

Sinead quickly shook her head. "No, Conor never told me. I guess I couldn't be mad it him for it, though... he wasn't the only one with a secret relationship," she pointed out, referring to herself with Angel. "I wish I could say life was more simple now, but after what that Ciara woman has been doing, I'm not so sure it is anymore." She displayed a sad frown as she thought of what had happened to Fallon. "I'm sorry about what happened to your sister. I know it's not quite the same, but you know you have family here if you need anything." She wasn't just saying it because Michelle had cemented a connection to the family, it was simply the way they worked. The likes of Jackson, Aliana, Rudolph and Tommy weren't family in blood or by marriage, but they'd been welcomed into the Porters home as family.

"Oh, I'm so glad you like cocktails, Conor, Luce and James laugh at me because I don't drink 'real drinks'. Pffft!" she joked. She nodded her head when Alex said she still needed to talk with Conor about their relationship. "Well, you be sure to get that talk started, because we all know Conor is happy just going with the flow and walking around with his head in the clouds." Sinead frowned a little, knowing her brother hadn't done as much as he could to discuss things with Aliana. She was her best friend and she hoped Tommy would be a better gentleman for her. It wasn't that Conor wasn't a gentleman, he was just a bit of a dope when it came to multi-tasking and right now he was pretty focused on Alex and Michelle.

"Ah, Mum still scares the heck out of me sometimes, but she loves kids," Sinead assured Alex. She warmly smiled at mention of the two girls being best friends. "Oh, I'm so happy for them. I know people may say it's my fault, but Savvy doesn't have very many friends her own age. I just can't bring myself to sending the kids to school - especially not now things are getting dangerous again. The tutor is wonderful, but I guess that's doesn't compensate for the lack of schoolmates."

neverbackdown (Alex)

 

[Misty Gray]

Thomas Dempsey​

"Only 45%?!" Tommy exclaimed, quickly shaking his head. "No, that simply won't do, Ali. How do we go about doubling that? I want you at 90% or above." He smiled when she said they were all family. After what happened to his mother and then his father, Tommy was always grateful to the Porters for taking him in. it wasn't just that they were protecting him from the cops, but they genuinely wanted him around the place. "No, we'll be having no more deaths," he firmly assured her. "I'm sure James is onto it but he might appreciate the extra help," he agreed. A crooked smile crossed his lips. "I'd pay good money to watch you deal with that psycho."

Aliana seemed to think he was joking about Leo working for James. He let out a laugh that started off awkward but then turned genuine. "You think I'm joking?" he asked, buying himself some time as he realised he may have put his foot it it. He scratched the back of his head as he decided he couldn't lie to Aliana. He didn't like to think he might have said something James or Leo wanted keeping quiet, but he felt it was far worse to lie about this to Aliana. "Um, I wasn't joking. Perhaps I've misinterpreted the situation. I think Leo may have just been helping James with his books - he's super nerdy with numbers, right? He's seeing Delilah so he's there often enough that maybe he's not actually working for James and just helping out..." Tommy wasn't sure what to say. Somewhere in all of this, at least one person was going to be pissed off with him about what he'd let slip.


Melanin-Gxdess (Aliana)

 

[Shireling]

Rudolph Meyers
​

The three men tasked with smoking out the weapons caches that the IWU was moving from their warehouse on Broad Street would have had no idea of Grant's death or Ciara's arrest. While Eli had essentially cut the jugular of the IWU, they were defanging the severed head.

Rudolph had insisted that they take a maroon Bentley in the Porters' garage and that he drive because of his nerves. He smoked at least a pack of cigarettes as they sat parked far enough down the street from the factory that they couldn't be easily seen, but close enough they could surveil with a pair of binoculars. Rudy was actually using a pair of expensive opera glasses because he didn't own a set of binoculars.

"The only thing I don't miss about the Army is the getting shot at. And the lack of lasses." He remarked as he blew smoke and turned the volume dial down on the radio. "Let me tell you this story about my time in the war, I was with my Company in Aachen. You see, the Wehrmacht had been dynamiting every bridge over the Rhine to keep us out of Berlin, the Americans managed to catch them in Aachen, last bridge left standing over the Rhine River. Anyways, so we go in, we're clearing buildings for the American tanks. I'll never forget.. I rounded this corner and I drew a bead on a Jerry from about fifteen feet with my Enfield," he paused only briefly to consider that he was a Jerry, "it was a lad about seventeen, my age, dressed up in a Shultzaffel uniform - lightning bolts flashing like real lightning, so I hesitate. He sort of favors me in the face and everything."

He paused.

"Then he shot me in the goddamned leg with his Mauser." Rudy chuckled. "And when I got to field hospital, all the nurses were men, tut tut. Never join the Army boys."

(i can scrap or rewrite this but I thought I would move things along)

Misty Gray Anyone else

 

[neverbackdown]

Mallory Porter​

Mallory turned her head quickly towards the road as she heard police sirens approaching and watched as they drove past her, her eyebrows raised in curiosity. She wondered where they were going and if they were in relation to her family or to Ciara and her little organization. She bit her lip before catching her mother’s look, wondering if they were just going to head home or if her mother would still be up for going for a coffee.
Mallory smiled when her mother mentioned still going for a coffee “yep sounds good to me” she smiled as they continued walking. She simply nodded when her mentioned how it was nice to be forgiven, not really having anything to say in that regard, she was obviously going to forgive her mother at some stage.

Once in the coffee shop, Mallory took a sip of her coffee before looking up at her mother when she began to speak. She nodded her head to signify she was listening before allowing a gentle smile to pass her lips “I’m sure I speak for all of us when I say we understand, you’s aren’t harsh you’s just want us to be safe” she muttered to her mother.

Mallory looked directly at her mother when she brought up training, maybe she had been listening to their argument on why they should. “I know your not ready Mam, but I think it’s in everyone’s best interest especially after what happened in the club” her voice was gentle as she spoke the last thing she wanted was an argument to start. When Lucy pointed at her Mallory allowed a somewhat amused look to present itself on her features “I definitely won’t , a man thinks he can control me and I promise it won’t be pretty” she assured her mother before looking at Delilah for a moment.

Her eyes then snapped back to her mother “so do you have a plan of how to want the wedding to look?” She asked

Bellz ElectricDandellion

 

[Fletchawk]

Ryan Donahue​

It had been years since Donahue had been on a ship and he definitely missed being on the ocean, especially the smell. While he wasn't particularly fond of the smell as he approached Dublin, the saltiness of the open sea had left nostalgic of his time in the Corps. He had just gotten his sea legs back the morning before his arrival. "Damn shame." He acknowledged out loud as he shifted his pack off his back and stopped to take in the newness of the land. Again, the smell of the nearby docks wasn't something he was particularly enthused about, but the sights and sounds were so much different than what he was used to. It was much quieter and the architecture was seemed more homely. The people moved slower, less hustle and bustle, although the fact the cars and occasional cart drove on the left side of the road irked him. "That's going to take some getting used to..." he muttered to himself as he pulled the strap of his pack over his shoulder.

Fortunately, Donahue had a lot of time to study the map of Dublin, he'd acquired from his boss, on the ship ride over the Atlantic, so he had a general idea where he was going. At least, that's what he told himself until he finally established some landmarks and had wandered around for a few hours. The lads that had attempted to roll him were very helpful after the fact. Eventually he found himself in the 'classier' part of town came upon the address that had been given to him. Donahue whistled loudly as he took in the sight of the Porter Manor. "Well. Ain't that swell looking pad!" His whistle and exclamation apparently drew the the attention of the two guards at the gate who were now walking towards him. "Oi! what's your business!" One of them inquired as he continued to approach Donahue, though his compatriot had stopped a fair distance back. Looks like they were at least trained well... Donahue thought, while he was debating how nice he wanted to be.

Both are armed. Alert but not on edge. Might be able to take out the first one without harming him, the second one is too far to get to without a projectile. Hmm... He didn't have a non-lethal on him and a quick glance around didn't provide him with any alternatives. So, I don't think Mr. Porter would like it if I shot or stabbed one his guards on the first day. I'll have to play it straight. "I'm here to see Mr. Porter. I'm the transfer from Chicago." He could see immediately that they were skeptical as both of them had raised an eyebrow and shared a glance between each other. "Right..." The word was soaked with doubt and Donahue didn't really blame them. He was a stranger, it was getting late in the day, he certainly didn't look the part as he was in his travel gear and hadn't showered in a few days. The grunge of travel was minor to him compared to past experiences but to a civilian with access to indoor plumbing, it would be rather noticeable. Bottom line, if Donahue had a few shots of whiskey on the way, he would of been able to pass off as a convincing bum.

Letting out a heavy sigh to show his annoyance, Donahue continued to try the diplomatic approach. "Look, just tell Mr. Porter that I'm here." After the request failed to elicit any reaction, he pushed a little harder. "Please?" The magic word seemed be little nudge they needed to make up their minds. "Fine. But if I get my hide tanned because of you, Imma going to kick your teeth in." The exasperation coming from the closer guard almost mirrored Donahue's own level of irritation as he watch the man walk through the gate house and towards the manor. Turning his attention towards the silent guard that was now watching him with a little more intensity than necessary, Donahue decided to toy with him a bit. "You like what you're looking at, big boy?" Finishing the quip with a wink only led to the man leveling his shotgun at him. Lazily raising his hands to show his submission, Donahue couldn't help but verbalize his disappointment. "Well, golly. You and your friend are just no fun, are you."

Misty Gray [James]

 

[Enzyme]

Jackson McCarthy​

Jackson looked up at her as he casually sipped the shot glass, rather than throwing it back right away. The story about her father did help clarify a lot. He smiled as she went on to explain how her dad fought in the second World War and that they were extremely close. He always enjoyed hearing those kinds of stories, a little envious of the experiences people had with their parents. The closest Jackson ever got to a dad was a con who used him to transport contraband. "Must've given your ol' man a run for his money," Jackson said with a chuckle, finishing off the remainder of his alcohol. He smiled at Blake's nod towards the generosity of the Porters. Despite their line of work, they really did all they could to help out their community.

His smile slowly faded at Blake's question. He wasn't at all upset by her nerve to ask, more just reflecting on how he truly felt. Of course he missed her, but he did everything he could to distance himself from that. At the time, he wanted to blame himself for her untimely departure, but couldn't find a single reason to. With that being the case, he decided to appreciate the opportunities he got with her, rather than grieve over what he missed out on. He was so sure that she was going to be the father of his children, the one wearing his ring. After that night, his future of retiring from a life of crime grew hazy- it still was. Realizing that he had been staring into space for quiet some time, he snapped out of his trance and looked up at her. "A part of me, yes, but I don't see the need to hold onto things that I can't change." He shrugged lightly, not sure what else to say

He quickly grew his smile back once he remembered where he was and who was with him. "Jeez, way to make it real." He laughed, bringing back the light tempo. He pointed to the full shot in her hand. "That's a question, Missy." He smiled to her, filling back up his glass with the whiskey bottle. "Right, let's see if I can make you just as uncomfortable with my question," He said with a chuckle, raising the shot-glass in the air. "How old were you when you 'grew up'?" He smiled, hoping she would be caught off guard by the direction this game was turning, if she had truly understood his question. With that, he knocked back his third shot of the night.

Bellz (Blake)

 

[Misty Gray]

James Porter​

The air outside was getting chillier as the evening went on, but that didn't seem to register with James as he remained sat out on the front porch. He took a long drag of yet another cigarette as he saw one of his guards walking towards him from the gates. His mind was still on Elijah being arrested and the fact he couldn't do anything to stop it from happening. It wasn't very often he felt completely helpless in a situation, but right now he was out of solutions. Added to that, he couldn't get out of his head how scared his brother had appeared and the way his pleas to not be locked up had pulled at his own heart. James found himself wishing Lucy was home, knowing she was probably the only one who could reassure him at a time like this.

James stood up and flicked the cigarette butt aside as the guard reached him. "You've got a visitor, mate. Says he's a transfer from Chicago?" the guard informed him.

"Yeah, that'll be Ryan," James replied as he set off to the gates in a fast walk. It wasn't that he'd forgotten Ryan was due, more that it had been pushed to the back of his mind following Elijah's arrest. By the time he reached the gates, James had switched to a confident and more decisive manner. "Shit, Ryan. Who let a troublemaker like you into the country?" he sarcastically asked. He didn't bother to ask the guard to open the gate and instead leaned over to do it himself. He shook Ryan's hand then patted him on the back. "Come on inside, mate. We've got a bit of catching up to do. How were things left back in Chicago?" he questioned. "Hopefully not as complicated as they are in Dublin right now."

Fletchawk
Mentions: Enzyme (Elijah)

 

[Bellz]

Lucy Porter​

Lucy knew better than to think that her children had really forgiven her, it was a mother's intuition really. Her lips pursed as she listened to the deafening silence that followed after she had spoke about being forgiven. She couldn't help but wonder if they picked up on the stubbornness from James and herself, or if they had that trait all on their own. Whatever it was, it didn't bother her in the slightest. Her children could be made at her all they wanted, she would never apologize for protecting them, no matter how much they may have wanted her to. With that thought, she lifted her coffee mug to her lips and took a sip, smiling slightly at the warmth. Despite getting obvious signs that she was not quite yet forgiven, Mallory stated that she understood her mother's reasonings for things. Lucy often said the same thing to her mother as a teen, though she could admit 3 children later that she had absolutely no fucking clue what her mother had gone through when she was younger.

There was this anxiety, so much of it that sometimes, it felt hard to breathe. It wasn't terrible, but more excited. Raising children was a gift in itself, even when they weren't her own. She had anxieties all the time when they were younger, thinking ahead to when they were older, wondering who they were going to be, what they wanted to do with their lives...wondering if they would someday stop wanting to see her...Lucy breathed out a deep breath as her eyes found her daughters'. It really was time to let them grow up...otherwise all that anxiety was for nothing. New anxieties would occur, much to her displeasure, now worrying if she was sending them off into the world with the right tools. Would she be ready to start all over with a new child? Her heart raced at the thought of what her children would think, almost positive they would be happy, yet there was a slight chance that they wouldn't be.

As Lucy zoned out slightly, she almost missed Mal's question about the wedding. "Hmm?" She hummed as she looked up to stared at her daughter a moment. It took her a second to figure out the question that had been asked, "Oh the wedding," If she was to be honest, she hadn't given the wedding much thought lately, as she worried. Now she could take the opportunity to plan the wedding and she wasn't sure what she wanted. "I want it to be small. Not too many people present..." Was all she said before the sirens cut her off again. This made Lucy swallow hard before turning to her daughters, looking pale as she had a bad feeling about being out at the moment. "I'm afraid I'm not feeling well...we should get these to go ya?"
with: Delilah ElectricDandellion ; Mallory neverbackdown

Blake Walsh​

Blake's expression grew worried as Jackson's handsome smile faded slowly after she asked her bold question. She instantly began to regret her stupidity for asking such a question, as he slipped into silence. She bit her lip hard practically wanting to hit her head against the table a few times for ruining such fun when he suddenly answered, surprising her. It was quite the answer, confirming to Blake that there was more to the man than meets the eye, he was a lot stronger than most it seemed. He laughed suddenly, causing another surprised feeling from Blake as a smile formed on her lips as he commented on her making the questions more real. As Blake watched him for a moment, she couldn't help but feel envious of the woman he had lost, seeing the affection he had for the ones he held dear.

Reminding herself that it wasn't meant to be with the man in front of her, she told herself to keep her distance now as she nodded her head. "Hey hey, I was just about to get to that!" She pouted as he reminded her that she still had a drink to finish. Mid sip, Jackson asked a question that shocked the hell out of her, causing her to choke slightly on the liquid. Coughing for a moment, she covered her mouth before taking a few deep breaths, once she was sure she could finish her drink, she did. Placing the glass on the table, her cheeks were tinted pink as she gave him a knowing smile. "16 years old. Young and dumb time for me really." She admitted to him with embarrassment.

***​

A lot of shots later, Jackson and herself had made their way out of the bar, partially because they were forced to leave on account of them closing. As they walked down the quiet street towards her apartment, she pulled her coat closer to her as the wind blew a cold breeze their way. She stumbled only slightly, regretting the heel she wore. "I have to say Mr. Jackson, you are a very interesting individual. Not the typical ladies man."
with: Jackson Enzyme

 

[Enzyme]

Jackson McCarthy​

He instinctively scooted back as Blake spat the alcohol out onto the table. Jackson held his smirk, seeing as he got the exact reaction he was hoping for. He then tilted his head, anticipating her answer. He couldn't help, but smile as her cheeks reddened with embarresment. "God, she's beautiful," he thought to himself. His eyes lingered on her momentarily, almost missing her answer. "Nah, that's a respectable age." He shrugged, picking up the open beer on the table. "Especially around these parts," Jackson murmered to her, motioning his beverage to the drunk men around them.

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After finishing the bottle of whiskey, along with a couple of beers, Jackson and Blake felt it was time to leave. Well, that and the angry barmaid that shooed them out with a broom. Realizing that he was far too drunk to drive, he accompanied Blake home on foot. The usual creepiness of the abandoned roads weren't so unsettling. Jackson looked to the beautiful blonde beside him. Having her next to him truly made the difference.

The breeze began to pick up, whisking up dust and leaves from the gutters beside the sidewalk. The sudden windchills struck Jackson almost immediately. If he were cold, he could only imagine how Blake was doing in her light dress. "Christ, you must be freezing." Moving the suit coat from his torso, he drooped the large edges over her naked shoulders. "I guess beauty comes at a price, aye," He slurred, wrapping his arm around her for extra warmth. He couldn't help, but smile at her comment. He wasn't entirely sure what it meant, but he decided to take it as a compliment. He looked down to her, perching his eyebrow. "Me? Eh." He shook his hand in a 'so-so' expression. "You're the one who's interesting, Ms. Walsh. Spending your evening with a drunk, two-bit gangster." He chuckled lightly, looking off to the street lights.

As they walked up the sleek stairs to her apartment, Jackson felt the full affects of the whiskey. His coordination was lacking, soon proven as he felt into her on the top step. Pressing her up against the wall, he drunkenly laughed off his clumsiness. As he looked up, however, it wasn't so funny anymore. It was a strange feeling, being so close to her. Perhaps it was the florescent light beaming down on them that made her features glow. "I..." His drunk arse couldn't even find the words to make this seem remotely smooth. "Say something, mate. Anything" His sober conscience ordered him. He opened up to speak, but only incoherent noises escaped - completely at a loss for words.

No, he didn't need to say anything. Everything was perfect. He slowly leaned in, ready to do what'd he could only dream of doing until now. Suddenly, a wave of self control ran through him, their lips idling inches apart. "Not like this. Not now." He opened his eyes, slowing pulling away from her before they made contact. He ran his tongue across his bottom lip, allowing his sincere smile to reappear. "Have a lovely night, Ms. Walsh." He let go of her arms, turning to the stairs. He let out a sigh, seeing as he would have no choice, but to descend the murderous steps. As he walked back into the street lights, a part of him wanted to turn around, grab her, and kiss her. He quickly shook away the thought, knowing that the patience would pay off.

Bellz (Blake)

 

[Fletchawk]

Ryan Donahue​

Ryan had been waiting for perhaps a minute, but his mind had be awhirl with possible options of what to do if was turned away. Hop the fence? It's tall, sure, but it's not unscalable. This is the family home though, so I'd imagine they'd shoot first and ask questions later. That would likely not end well, so scratch that. Perhaps blow something up? No, too flashy. That attract the wrong kind of attention as well. I could always retreat and gather intel in town. Boring but safer. Why are the safe options always so... Oh. Donahue straightened his stance when he saw the guard coming back with the unforgettable figure of one James Porter.

The man had aged well over the decade that had passed since he'd last seen him and Donahue could see quickness in the man's confident stride, but rest of his body seemed to be a step behind energy-wise. It became less noticeable as he watched Porter open the gate and greeted him. He'd almost forgotten how familiar James was with his subordinates, but it reminded him why he respected the man so much. Lowering his hands as the guard had now dropped into a more passive stance. "Oh, they didn't, I had to jump from a passing ship. It's fine though, the ladies were growing wise to me." Donahue shrugged and smirked a bit to signify the lack of seriousness of his response.

After taking the man's hand and returning the pat on the back, Donahue examined the James up close. There were a few things things that stood out to him. The eyes are too familiar, emotional distress. He hides it well, but it seems fresh. There are places on his face that are lighter than the rest of the skin, looks like he's been fighting and the scars haven't faded just yet. Probably from the attack I heard about. He's built as expected but tense, likely stress. Donahue nodded at James invitation and strode beside the man as they made their way to the front porch of the manor.

"I guess that depends on whose definition of complicated you use, sir. The main families are avoiding violence for the time being, other than to keep some of the smaller gangs in line. So they've sent most of their soldiers west and they are content to play politics." Donahue's voice was neutral but his disinterest in the subject was apparent. He knew it was an empty question as James would been sent progress reports from Donahue's previous boss. "To be honest, political schemes aren't really my thing." He cracked a knowing smile, as it was apparent the man just looking for a distraction from what was weighing on him and turned the conversation to a more natural topic. "But it's fine, since it's allowed me to spend more time in garage with Elise. She's beauty and listening to her V8 purr would bring a smile to any man, or woman for that matter." Donahue continued to describe the '56 Corvette in striking detail as they entered the manor.

Misty Gray [James]

 

[Misty Gray]

Jared Armstrong​

Jared had been in the textile factory since he'd heard about Ciara and Elijah being arrested. He'd also called on the key IWU members to join him there to discuss the plans. Though he was the next in line to replace Ciara and he'd been generous enough to let her use the factory for the IWU meetings in the past, he still made it official by holding a vote. He knew they would all favour his leadership, if they knew what was good for them. The result was as expected, with all but one person agreeing Jared was the new boss. Really, they had no real choice in the matter but he'd engineered the meeting to give them the illusion of choice. Ciara couldn't have messed up at a better time, as far as Jared was concerned.

He'd been going through Ciara's office, reading through her paperwork and collecting some rather useful files to return to his bigger and better office upstairs. As he sat at the woman's former desk, he finished giving one of the men his orders. "When you visit Ciara, be sure to send her my regards and let her known I'll do whatever I can for her from out here." He then stood up, reminding the man of how tall and physically commanding he was. "She's a smart woman, but remind her to keep her mouth firmly shut when it comes to the IWU. Make sure she knows it's in her own, and Elijah's, best interests that she chooses her words very carefully."

No sooner had one man left the office did another one enter. Jared folded his arms as he met the man in the centre of the room. "Already clearing Ciara's things out?" Henry asked, shaking his head.

"I own this factory and Ciara's finished here. Even if by some miracle she doesn't get sent down, she's done as far as this place is concerned. She screwed up." A small smirk crossed his lips. "You were the only one who didn't vote in favour of my leadership."

"I don't believe in your cause. Drugs, weapons... That's all nothing to do with the Workers' Union."

"To hell with the Workers Union. Do you think Ciara gave a damn about equality and pay increases for the working class when she was off killing innocent people in apartment blocks and music clubs?" Jared shook his head. "Get out of here, Henry. Your presence is no longer required." Once the man was out of the door, Jared also stepped out into the corridor and beckoned two of his men towards him. "I need you to work a little magic. Follow Henry and make sure he disappears. I don't trust him to keep his mouth shut."

 

[Misty Gray]

James Porter​

James hadn't been in charge of things in Chicago when Ryan's father was killed by the Romanos, but he was certainly around at the time, helping to make sure the lad and his mother were protected from the Italians. He'd always felt like he could relate to the younger man, as Vinnie had also seen to his own father's death. Those thoughts triggered of the reminder in the back of his head that he should perhaps give Ryan a heads up about Alexandra Romano now residing with the Porters.

James smirked at Ryan's joke about jumping from ships. "Ah, well I'm sure there's plenty of fine ladies in Dublin who have yet to grow wise to you," he remarked. He listened as the brief explanation was given about how things were going in Chicago. All of it was in line with what he'd already been made aware of by those still in America, which was always good to hear. "Ah, mate. I fucking hate politics too. Unfortunately, I can't avoid getting involved with it nowadays and right now there's a lot of it.." When listening to Ryan's speech about the car, James' interested would seem far more genuine and enthusiastic. The man had always had a love for cars and mechanics, so it was great to have another fan on board. "You haven't met my son, Syd. I think you two will get along when it comes to all things cars," he noted.

Every so often, his concerns for Elijah came to the forefront of his mind, but James knew to keep them aside until he could talk things through with Lucy. He decided to address the problem that did involve Ryan. He stopped on the porch, out of earshot of the guards. "So, we've have a whole lot of hell from the Romanos for practically all of our lives and the likes of Vinnie took a lot from us," he said, thinking of the family they'd both lost. "I killed Vinnie and I would do it again. I've never once regretted eliminating him from our lives... However, there is one Romano we do not harm and who is welcome in my family, because she is practically family now. Vinnie's daughter, Alexandra, is living with us now. She and Conor had a secret relationship back in Chicago. Long story short - they both have a daughter together." James couldn't help but smile, having been on good terms with Alex since before he killed her old man and also knowing how her return to Conor's life was a positive thing. "Is her presence going to be a problem for you?"

Fletchawk (Ryan)
Mention: neverbackdown (Alex)

 

[Melanin-Gxdess]

"Is that so, Tommy?" She said in a rather flirtatious voice. Perhaps a bit more flirty than she had intended but nevertheless. Taking another sip from her cup she took a look around her own place, making sure everything was okay. After the events of the jazz club, she was always on edge at her own place. It was her baby and she put a lot into the place. Turning her attention back to Tommy she gave a small chuckle. "Oh, you don't want to see the old Ali. She was quite the force to be reckoned with before coming over to Ireland believe me." It was true that most people didn't know who she used to be before she left America. She had never felt the need to express that to others and no one had shown enough interest in knowing for her to say anything.

Her eyes then narrowed at him when he tried to clean up his comment on Leo working for James. There was no way, she thought, the James would even think about doing so without either first consulting her or even telling her. IT kind of broke her heart to even know that the both of them went behind her back, but she wouldn't dare say anything or show it on her face. "So, little brother decided to go and get himself invovled when I specifically asked him not to? Regardless if he's just doing a favor doesn't really matter. Anything involving this group was off limits..." She started playing with the rim of her glass, obviously irritated. She picked up her cup and stood up, walking in the direction of where her office was. A few steps away, she stopped and turned to face him. "You coming or what? I'd rather not have my bad energy affecting my patrons and employees."

Mentions Tommy ( Misty Gray )​

 

[Enzyme]

Carter Dresden ​

Carter rested his weight against the side of the corridor, puffing the half-burnt cigarette. "Nah, mate. Ireland is gonna' crush those crooked-teeth pricks." The other guard, Reilly, couldn't disagree more, instantly sticking up for England's roster. "Alright, no, they got Billy Wright; I'll give you tha-." Carter was cut off by the two men emerging from Jared's office. He looked up to his boss, immediately ashing the cigarette. He clenched the contraband papers close to him. Jared had ordered him to dispose of the documents at the beginning of the day and Carter was on his way to do so, until he got caught up talking about the upcoming World Cup with Reilly. He watched Henry sneer at Jared and storm off, after being dismissed. He was immediately met with the glare from his boss. Upon hearing his instructions, he immediately nodded. "With pleasure," Carter said with a smirk.

His gaze shot to Reilly, after their boss walked off. "Get a mop and meet me at the downstairs elevator in five minutes," Carter said as he sped off towards Henry. "Hold up," Carter caught up with him, matching his pace. "I dunno' what the hell has gotten into Armstrong. Ever since Ciara got locked up, he's been a real 'See you next tuesday." He chuckled along with Henry as they made their way to the newly-installed elevator. "Seriously, though, mate. He's been up to some sketchy stuff..." He added, once they stepped into the metal box. After catching Henry's curious eye, he presented the contraband papers. "I mean look at this... Drugs, weapons, you name it." As he went to hand the documents to Henry, the papers innocently slipped from his fingers and scattered across the steel floor. "Fuck, mind grabbin' that? Threw out my back last week." He sent the man an appreciative nod as he bent down to scoop up the papers. As he got down on his knees, Carter smoothly brandished the Luger P08 from his back waistband. Sticking the barrel directly into the back of Henry's unsuspecting head - he blew two clean holes directly through his skull, entrance and exit. Henry slammed against the ground, before his lifeless corpse sprung up from his knees and slammed against the wall.

Carter let out a pent-up sigh as he rolled his shoulders. Sticking the warm handgun back into his waistband, he looked towards the blood stained papers on the floor. It appeared he had killed two birds with one stone, no longer having to destroy the documents. He grabbed Henry's arm and pulled him up into a resting position against the wall, making it easier for him and Reilly to clean up.

Misty Gray (Jared)

 

[Bellz]

Blake Walsh​

Blake smiled as Jackson was a true gentleman, placing his jacket around her body before holding her close. Her cheeks were pink from the cold and alcohol but she was sure it was also due to the way he held her. She shook her head slightly as Jackson said that she was interesting, he would never know just how interesting she really was. The walk came to an end with a dangerous trek up the stairs which she had taken her shoes off for, not wanting to break her neck climbing the stairs to her own apartment. The fluorescent light flickering as the stumbled towards her door. Just as she reached the top step, he stumbled into her, his weight pressing her firmly against the wall. She let out a gasp before she giggled at their drunkenness. Blake was laughing quietly when she noticed Jackson deep laugh had ceased, looking up quickly she saw Jackson staring at her intently. He stared to speak before the words were lost to him, nothing followed except quiet incoherent noises.

Blake stared at him wide eyed a moment, her heart raising in her chest as he held her against the wall, both unsure of where to go next. It was then she saw him make up his mind, he closed his eyes slowly and Blake moved to do the same, her eyelids fluttering closed. Anticipating his lips touching her own, she waited only a few moments before she felt nothing. Her eyes opened again as he pulled away before his eyes found hers. Her brows furrowed in confusion at him as he smiled and told her to have a lovely night. She couldn't find the words to protest as he moved to leave, heading down the stairs clumsily.

The warmth of his body was slowly leaving her and she found herself missing it almost instantly. Her heart ached as it pounded in her chest, soon she would be cold again. She stayed against the wall, unable to will herself to go inside yet, instead watching him walk down the street. The urge to follow him was strong and she had to grip the railing to her staircase to keep from falling down them in a hurry. Biting her lip harshly, she wondered if it would be stupid of her to give in to her urges. She wasn't with the Porters to fall for someone, she was there to get information and get out. But those eyes, that smile, the way he held her close just moments ago.

Her hands pushed against the brick wall behind her as she willed her feet to move towards the stairs. Looking at them with wide eyes she wondered if she would make it before taking the first steps. clinging to the railing, she side shuffled clumsily before her ankle rolled underneath her weight only causing slight pain but causing her to fall from the final step onto the side walk. Blake burst into a fit of laughter before moving to hold her ankle. "Wait!" She laughed out, though she clearly was in pain. "Jackson!" She called to him. Blake managed to pull herself up but waved to him as she held her ankle and balanced on one foot.
with: Jackson Enzyme

 

[Misty Gray]

Thomas Dempsey​

Tommy couldn't help but grin when Aliana flirted with him. There were many things that drew him to her and her confidence was certainly one of them. However, beneath that he could see she was still on edge and that was no doubt down to what had happened during Sinead's performance. Soon enough, she changed the subject and mentioned what she had been like back in America. "A force to be reckoned with, huh? Should I be worried?" he asked, though his grin showed he meant it as a joke.

Tommy didn't need to be told he'd said too much, but he just hoped him letting slip about Leo wasn't going to cause too much trouble for any party involved. He figured everyone had a complicated enough life right now. "What will you do, Ali? Maybe Leo's happy helping James out... I just don't want there to be any tension between you and your brother."

Tommy watched Aliana as she stood up. He expected she would say she needed to get back to work or go home. Instead, she stopped a short distance away and asked him if he was joining her. Realising she was heading to her office, he quickly nodded his head. After grabbing his glass he got to his feet and followed her. Once they were in the office, Tommy set his glass down but remained standing. "Come on then, Ali. How are we going to help you get rid of that bad energy? I want you at 90 percent," he said, flashing a boyish smile.


Melanin-Gxdess (Aliana)

 

[Fletchawk]

Ryan Donahue​

Donahue being caught up in the memories of his sweet Elise, hadn't immediately noticed that James had stopped and it was his mention of the Romanos that shattered his mood. He had not expected to hear that name here, in Ireland. Catching his himself in mid step, he turned slowly towards James. Donahue's eyes narrowed as he watched the man continue to speak of a history that Ryan would of preferred to stay where it happened, in the past. He could feel it starting to flicker alive after years of being just smoldering embers, the hatred. But as James, the man that he respected above all else, continued to speak, he felt something darker wash over him. It was a feeling that was unaccustomed to Donahue and took a minute to figure out the nature of it. When the realization came to him, it hit harder than a M47 Patton Tank. Betrayal.

Why? The word rebounded and echoed painfully inside his head. Being unaccustomed and unprepared to deal with the sudden torrent of emotion of this magnitude, it showed physically even though Ryan tried to reign it in. As the battle waged in his head between the sadness of betrayal, the anger that the Romano name instilled in him, and the loyalty that he had for James, Ryan hadn't noticed that his pack had slipped from his now slumped shoulders. With the swirl of arguments in his brain reaching such a pitch, a switch flipped in his mind and his soldier mentality took over before maelstrom overwhelmed him. This signified a physical change in Donahue's demeanor as he took a deep albeit somewhat noisy inhale and straighten up to his full height. With the emotional thoughts stowed away to deal with later, he turn his now stoic face to look him directly in the eyes, his last question now at the forefront of his mind. "I don't know." Ryan's answer was almost mechanical in tone but it was honest. He didn't know what his personal stance was on the subject was yet, but Donahue knew James would want some kind of guarantee if the Romano woman had been made part of the family. "They won't come harm by my actions, if that's what you need to know." Donahue put on a mirthless smile as he changed the subject. "I think a need a bottle though..." He paused for a split second to gage what else he could need. "...and perhaps a bath."

Misty Gray [James]

P.S. The green text is to show when he's in 'soldier mode'. Just for future reference.

 

[Bellz]

Lucy Porter​

Lucy didn't give the girls much of a choice as she decided it was time to go home from the coffee shop. She hated to cut their day short but she just didn't have a good feeling. about being out anymore. They arrived home shortly after leaving the coffee shop and as they pulled through the gates and Lucy parked her car in the usual spot, she saw James and Ryan out an about. She was surprised to Ryan here, but she was sure she would get an explanation as to why earlier. Her eyes found James' face through the windshield and she immediately knew something was wrong, despite the face he had on for Ryan at the moment. Turning to look at the girls, she smiled softly. "We can do some more catching up later hmm?" She asked lightly before they all got out of the car. Biting her lip, she silently let the girls wonder off on their own inside the house with herself following behind them slowly, stopping on the porch to join her husband. Lucy smiled towards Ryan in greeting but noted the tense look on his features as well. She wondered what they must have been talking about for the atmosphere to be so tense, but she wouldn't dare ask about it at the moment. Instead Lucy turned to James silently and looked at him for a long moment.

Wrapping her arms around his waist, she leaned in a kissed his cheek gently before her eyebrows furrowed with worry, not seeing a change in his eyes at her gesture like she normally would. Something happened, something that she couldn't fix. Wondering what it could be, her mind thought back to the multiple sirens she had heard and the police cars that had sped down the street past where they had been. Trouble always had a way of mucking things up, especially when they involved loved ones. Now she was beginning to worry, wondering if someone had gotten hurt or in trouble that they loved. "Is everything alright?" She asked softly, her eyes staring into her husband's intently.
with: James Misty Gray ; Ryan Fletchawk

 

[Misty Gray]

Conor Sullivan and James Porter​

Conor had been quite enjoying listening to Rudolph's stories about the army. "No lasses? Balls to that, mate!" he complained. "I hope you managed to get a shot in at the lad for shooting your leg... Haha. Male nurses. Unlucky!" Conor didn't intend on joining the army and hearing about the lack of women there certainly strengthened his case for not doing so.

Soon enough, the three men got their cue and followed one of the trucks leaving the cigarette factory. They tailed it to a large 'abandoned' warehouse where they would continue to wait for a while longer. Once the gates had been closed, it was clear no more deliveries were going to be happening and less bodies would be around guarding the place. Covered by Porter's snipers, the three man managed to fight and gain access to the warehouse where a large number of firearms and minor explosives were being stored. Not longer after, the three men left the whole place burning up in raging fire, leaving the remaining guards no choice but to flee before the fireballs ripped through the roof.

******​

James could see how the news affected Ryan and why wouldn't it? Shannon was still coming to terms with the news, even now. There wasn't one person in Ryan's family, the Porters, Sullivans and Callahans who hadn't been affected by the Romanos. They had all lost people because of Alex's father, but James had long learned some people were different to their family and Alex was different to her father. James decided against adding the news that his own mother was in fact a cousin of Vinnie's.

"I know it's hard to hear, but I hope you can trust me when I tell you Alex is not like her father and the others. She went against Vinnie to help us back in Chicago. And she forgave Lucy and me for killing her mother." James shook his head. "Still, I can't tell anyone how to feel and I will never presume it can be straightforward for you to overcome this." He firmly nodded his head at confirmation he wouldn't harm Alex. "That's all I need to hear. Shannon made the same assurance," he said, knowing his mother-in-law still had a long way to go to completely accept Alex into the family.

As if all at once, vehicles were seen being driven into the driveway; the first by Lucy and the second by Rudy. James was relieved to see them all return and hoped things had gone well. When his wife and daughters approached, he gave Mallory and Delilah a warm smile, hoping they'd enjoyed spending time with their mother. Then Lucy wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed his cheek, her warmth instantly giving him some comfort. He gently rubbed her back and placed a kiss on her lips in return. "Did you have a good day?" he asked her, intentionally ignoring her question for the moment.

Conor soon approached, no doubt with Rudolph and Peter close by. His attention was immediately drawn to the familiar man standing with James. "Bloody 'ell. I didn't expect to see you here, Ryan. How's it going?" Conor accompanied his words with a friendly pat on the shoulder and his jolly smile. He caught James eyeing him and turned serious. "Oh, yeah... The job went well. We destroyed the lot and all came out unscathed."

"Thank you all. I'm glad to hear it," James told the three men. "We'll be discussing things very soon. There is much to talk about," he told them. He then looked between Conor and Ryan. "I was just telling Ryan about Michelle," he said, hoping Conor would catch his drift about Alex's presence. "How about you take Ryan inside. He needs a drink, a place to sleep and pointing in the direction of the bathroom."

Conor nodded his head and entered the house with Ryan. He'd caught James' subtle hint but wasn't sure how Ryan was feeling about Alex. For now, he hoped to keep things pleasant. "What can I get you to drink? I haven't seen you in a long time. What the hell have you been up to, mate?" he curiously asked him. They were of a similar age and Conor had been around when Ryan's father was killed. It would never be easy to take thinking about how many of his loved ones had their parents killed by that man.


Once it was just the two of them on the porch, James kept his hands on Lucy's waist as he looked into her eyes. "This evening has been a mess... Ciara flipped, stabbed a cop and got herself arrested. It's pretty safe to say she's going to be fucking off out of our lives," he told his wife, but his face showed no joy. "I can't enjoy that thought, because she did it as Eli was being arrested. Luce, he killed Grant. He shot the prick whilst in the pub, with witnesses all over the place. I've lost him again..." James said, moving his hand to rub his forehead and shield his eyes for a moment. He let his arm drop to his side and let out a deep sigh, a stray tear rolling down his cheek. "He's going to spend his life back in that hole and there's nothing I can do to stop it. Eli saved my life and I can't do anything for him in return. I even left that asshole Grant alive to go ahead and taunt Eli. I've failed my own brother..."

Bellz (Peter, Lucy) Shireling (Rudolph) Fletchawk (Ryan)
Mention: Enzyme (Elijah)

 

[Enzyme]

Jackson McCarthy​

Jackson was confident he made the right choice. He had built a strong friendship with Blake over the past three weeks that he didn't want to just throw away. Sure, he saw attraction in her eyes that matched his, but that was probably the alcohol working it's magic over her. Besides, the death of Fallon had only occurred less than two months ago. This had all moved too fast, he found himself thankful that he stopped it when he did. Of course, these thoughts were hitting him at a mile an hour, more focused on not stumbling into oncoming traffic.

He thought Blake calling his name was just his imagination, until he heard the loud thump of her falling down. He quickly shot around, able to see the woman struggling to get up. His clouded mind quickly sobered up as the thought of her breaking something entered his mind. Thankfully, those concerns were quickly put to rest as she belted out laughing. He quickly jogged back to her steps, meeting her halfway on the side walk.

He quickly caught Blake to help her balance and looked down to her rolled ankle. "Jesus, are you alright?" He asked, trying the assess the damage under her dress. It was obvious that the he was overreacting, as he was met with nothing but laughter when he looked up at her. He soon found himself chuckling as well, seeing how hilarious it was that steps managed to take at least one of them out.

Despite how sure he felt before, he couldn't shake the feeling of how good it felt to be this close to her. Maybe it wasn't the alcohol, made it was genuine. He looked up to her, his smile fading once more. Using the hand that wasn't supporting her, he rested it on the side of her face. He slowly leaned in, this time without hesitation. Pressing his lips against hers officially eliminated any doubt he held. He was sure that this was meant to be.

Bellz (Blake)

 

[Misty Gray]

Sinead Callahan​

Despite agreeing Savannah could have a sleepover with Michael, Sinead had remained in the Porters house enjoying the company and waiting for Peter to return home. She had something to tell him and she also liked to watch him return home after a hard night's work. As soon as she heard the front door and then Conor's voice, she rushed up to see if her husband was home too. She stepped out into the hallway and placed her hands on her hips as she smiled at Peter. "Well, look who it is," she brightly greeted him. She then gave him a hug and a kiss, clearly making a sniffing sound in the process. "You smell like bonfires. What have you been up to?" she curiously asked.

Sinead then took Peter's hand and pulled him to one side, keeping hold as she looked up to him. "I heard some of the guards talking a bit ago. They were saying Elijah killed Grant," she told him. "I know it makes me a terrible person, but I don't even care that Grant's dead. Not after what he did to nearly get us all killed," she said, awkwardly biting her lip. "I'm just sad about poor Elijah. I know he can get angry, but that's not his fault. I think he can be quite sweet," she said, with a soft sigh.

Sinead then tried to snap out of the deeper conversation in case Peter wanted to unwind after his evening. "Everything went okay tonight, didn't it? No injuries or anything?" She sent him a sweet smile. "I've been getting to know Alex a little more while you guys were out. Savvy is staying here tonight so she can having a sleepover with Michelle. So, once you're finished up here we can head home and you can get out of those bonfire clothes," she half-joked.

Bellz (Peter)

 

[Bellz]

Lucy Porter​

Lucy smiled sweetly after James gave her a kiss on the lips, though she was worried by the look in his eyes. Her eyes narrowed only slightly as he dodged her question with one of his own. But not wanting to make anything tense in front of guests she simply nodded her head and sent him another smile, "It was lovely, the girls seemed to enjoy themselves, as did I." She replied softly, ensuring him that all had been fine on their day out. Waiting silently for Conor and Ryan to head inside, she moved to lean against the railing of the Porch. Her eyes found James' as he moved his hands to her waist. She stared intensely into them as he informed her of what happened to Ciara, but only because Elijah was being taken away by the police for killing Grant. Lucy frowned deeply as James tried to shield his eyes from her and was saddened when she saw the stray tear rolling down his cheek as he dropped his arm to his side. Lucy shook her head slowly as her husband began to blame himself for the mess Elijah was now in, the things his brother would now have to face. "Shhhhh no James, don't you dare speak like that." She whispered softly to him, taking a step forward she closed the gap between them. Holding him closer to her, she moved a hand up and gently wiped the tear off his cheek before closing in for a hug. Placing her head into his shoulder, she sighed heavily.

Ciara was out of their lives now, but there was no joy to be found in that information as poor Elijah had been taken with her. Lucy could feel how much pain her husband was in, and she knew at the moment, he would only blame himself. Despite Elijah's disabilities, he was still his own person, and James had tried numerous times to get the man to see that Ciara wasn't up to any good...Being an older sibling was hard, she knew exactly how that felt. "We cannot blame ourselves for what others choose to do James, you know that as well as I. I have watched you tirelessly try and convince Eli that he was on the wrong side...you are not to blame for this love, please know that." She murmured to him softly. She pulled away and forced him to look into her eyes, "You can't save everyone, Batman" There was a slight smile that played on her lips as she called him that name but it faded quickly as she continued to see sadness in his eyes.
with: James Misty Gray

Blake Walsh​

Blake was laughing so hard at herself that she had hardly noticed when Jackson scurried over to help her and the seriousness on his face. It was just so ridiculous how desperate she probably looked, stumbling down the stairs like a drunken fool. She laughed a little more when Jackson joined in, but as his smile began to fade, she clammed up again. Biting her lip lightly, she let go of her rolled ankle, surprisingly able to place weight on her foot. She would be more relieved later as she was staring into a pool of blue at the moment and it was almost too good to be true. Feeling a warm hand on her face, she noticed that Jackson was once again leaning it, with no turning back like he had before. Blake met him half way and pressed her lips to his gently. A smile formed against his lips lightly and for a moment they shared a kiss that she was sure they both were fighting before. The blonde's mind raced with questions and concerns but at the moment nothing else mattered to her. Those few moments couldn't last forever though, and as much as she didn't want to, she would have to let him head home for the evening. Breaking the kiss after another few blissful moments, Blake took a step back, moving her hand to cup his own on her face, slowly grabbing his hand and kissing the top of it before bringing it down to let it hang as she held it. "Never could resist a damsel in distress could ya?" She asked with a wink, playing off her clumsiness as if she had meant to reel him back in for a kiss.

Secretly, she had been trying to do that the whole time, she wasn't sure if that was obvious to him or not. After squeezing his hands lightly, she let both of them go before moving towards the railing, grabbing it firmly before pulling herself up the dreaded steps again. "Good night Jackson, sweet dreams." She said to him as she blew him a kiss. Taking the stairs at her own pace, she finally made it to her door, which she unlocked before stepping inside. She turned to watch him a moment, a smile forming on her face as she bit her lip. Slowly closing the door, she watched as it slowly began to cut him out, until he was gone behind the dark oak.

with: Jackson Enzyme (Peter will be up next )

 

[Melanin-Gxdess]

If someone were to tell Ali that she would be flirting with someone like Tommy she would have called them a liar. He was a sweet guy, a few years younger, and ultimately nothing like most guys she went after. It was a nice change of pace, however. Something like a new adventure into new territory. "Yes, a force to be reckoned with. Remind me to tell you of the story at another time." She shot him a wink before she shook her head at him. "I won't do anything major, okay? They're just going to get a piece of mind. Leonard through me and James through..." She rubbed her chin and an evil grin appeared on her lips.

How devious would it be if she had told Lucy about it and expressed her distaste? But then again, what if she already knew about Leo working for James and was keeping out of it? On the other hand, yelling at James would mean he got a talking to from three ladies in less than a month which would really be something. Shrugging her shoulders she scratched her head. "I don't know yet. Perhaps he'll get an earful as well." She told them as they neared her office.

It was tucked away near the kitchen doors, invisible to those who were dining. She unlocked the door and walked inside immediately heading for the mini bar. Ali wasn't a drunk and could have fun without it, but currently she was stressed and needed to loosen up. Grabbing two martini glasses, she started adding contents in a silver canister. "You want me at at least 90% happiness? I don't even think such a thing is possible."

Mentions Tommy ( Misty Gray )​

 

[Fletchawk]

Ryan Donahue​

Ryan merely nodded at James' assurance that Alex wasn't her Father, although it rang a bit hollow at the moment, given his current mood. So, he stored it away to process later as he noticed the Manor driveway started to fill with cars as familiar faces and some that weren't including a face he didn't want to see at the moment, Conor. Even with his emotions locked away, he could feel them roaring to be freed akin to a tiger throwing itself at the bars that held it. While futile, it was hard to ignore. The smell of smoke and gunpowder didn't help as it helped paint Conor in a devilish light for his mind even though he knew better. Taking another deep inhale to stabilize his mindset as he conversed with Conor while being shown his quarters.

"Fair to middling I suppose, it's all a little overwhelming at the moment. So, I think I may have to skip the drink as I am worn from my travels. Perhaps another time." While it of come across as a little abrupt and a touch rude, Ryan didn't trust himself to drink around Conor at the moment. Especially with the tiger pacing in cage waiting to rip into the man. In reality, Ryan knew he'd probably come out on top but it would be a bloody win, and the aftereffects on the surrounding environment and relations would be catastrophic. He needed to separate himself from the man that smelled all too much like the battlefields of long ago before Ryan cracked.

It wasn't long before Donahue found himself under a shower head, slowly playing back the night over in his head. He wasn't ready to open the cage as it was still too volatile and he wasn't sure if he'd be able shove the maelstrom back in the cage if necessary. So instead he let the weariness from the trip wash away and try to sleep on it. Ryan laid in the bed that was so graciously provided by the Porter's, but it was too soft for his liking and he was having troubles tuning out his mind and the ambient noise of a manor being lived in. I'm going to need to get a place of my own... He would lay there staring at the ceiling well into the night until he was finally able to sleep. Normally, Donahue didn't dream, but tonight it was a playground for his inner demons.

Misty Gray [Conor]