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

[Misty Gray]

Thomas Dempsey
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Tommy turned to face Montag and immediately noticed the bottle of vodka in the man's hand. The lawyer was quick to defend himself and confirm he'd paid for the alcohol, which was comforting to know. "Well, my feathers are ruffled... You could have at least bought brandy, mate. You're as bad as James with the damn vodka," he observed. He raised an eyebrow as the man sat down on the curb. "Yeah, don't mind me. I'll just do all of the work..." he trailed off as he spun the crowbar around in his hand.

The voice of a young female distracted Tommy from surveying his damage, though he was pretty sure he'd done enough by now based on what little briefing he'd been given. He turned to look at Mallory, grinning as she made her comment about Montag joining in with crime. "The only crime this one is committing is being a lazy bugger whilst I do all of the work," he teased. Despite his light tone, he wasn't sure if he should be seeing the girl out here. He definitely wasn't comfortable with her being around whilst he was trashing the businesses. Part of his usual duties was to protect the Porter and Callahan kids, so he'd get his head caved in if something happened to the blonde teenager now. "How about we take this conversation a little away from those smashed up shops until Jackson gets back? I'd hate for anyone to think we were involved..." he sarcastically noted.

 

[Melanin-Gxdess]

Aliana thought carefully about Thomas' words regarding her brother. Was she been over-protective by not letting him join the gang? She didn't really think so; more like protecting his interests. It wasn't that the Porter gang was bad or anything, just that it was a very tough field to work in. She had all belief that her brother would be good at challenges, but that his talents would be wasted. Always she had thought he would go on to do something good like a doctor or something. Not doing the same thing she was.

Before she could voice these opinions to him, Jackson made an appearance to take Thomas away. When he said he was, she could only reply with, "Aw. We didn't even get to have fun yet," and shot him a wink, hiding her smile behind her glass. She then gave a small wave to the two men as they left her restaurant before taking a look around. Nodding her head side to side, she debated on going over to the Porter residence, if not to see kids than to bother people. She was bored and in desperate need of attention. A few minutes later, she had finally made the decision to go. After speaking with her night manager, she made her way to the Porter residence.

Ali didn't drive all the time, so she took a black taxi cab to the compound. Before long she was in the house and looking around as usual. For some reason, it always felt different when she visited the house. Very strange indeed, as she looked for any sight of either Lucy or James. Or really anyone that could entertain her for the night.
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[ReverseTex]

Tagging:
Mallory- neverbackdown
Tommy- Misty Gray
Mentions: -
OOC:

M O N T A G

“That’s the spirit! You’ll thank me for sitting on my ass when I get yours out of jail.” Montag quipped at the lad as he sipped his vodka, amused with the situation....

Montag glanced up at the sound of a coy, yet familiar voice. Mallory Porter... Glancing up from his comfortable seat upon the sidewalk, he watched her slowly maneuver her way through the darkness of Dublin, knowing how to avoid the extra light she didn’t wish to have. Rising up from the ground, his hand still loose upon the vodka bottle, he raised a amused eyebrow.

“As much as I enjoy saving your family on the daily, it does grow repetitive... So I thought i’d join in tonight, big mistake. Now i’ve realized what a bore this is.” Gesturing to the liquor bottle, then back to Tommy, he sighed. “I’ll take you back home... Your parents will throw a fit, but we can think of something on the way eh? Tommy you best stay and finish up, i’ll let Jackson chew my ass out... My car is at the pub, so we’ve got a walk ahead of us, plus I think it’s best if James doesn’t see me like this.” A playful smirk spread across the man’s face, “Ready for an adventure?”

 

[BeyondDandy]

Pete Walsh, a small time gangster from Belfast moved to Dublin to franchise his bar business – Pete’s Pub. In unfortunate circumstances, Pete was able to lock down a deposit for the lot James Porter had fancied a couple days before. Upon knowledge of Pete’s investment in the Porter’s desired property, Dick Moore was sent to persuade Pete to back from the contract. The events below is how everything unfolded.

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Soothing jazz echoed through the halls of Pete's Pub, a franchise bar that had just opened in Dublin, but was in talks of expansion. Two nearly undressed women held a conversation on the bar stalls as the waiter (and business owner) Pete Walsh dried off Libbey whiskey glasses with a bleached rag. On the other end of the counter sat a bald man, roughly six foot and a little over two-fifty. He wore a leather jacket on a perfect night, not as a fashion statement, but to clarify his position under Pete – a goon. Without warning, Dick Moore entered the premise. The double doors swung closed as Dick neared the girls who unknowingly continued to chatter.

"I already told you, the contract is getting run up right now. If you have anything to say, you can take it up with Marcus," Pete stated, his eyes rolling up as Dick kept creeping towards the counter. Dick dug into his pocket, pulling out a police badge, flashing it to the bar-girls. "Give us a little privacy please," he stated calmly, putting away his expired memento. "Thank you." As the two women heeled away, Dick hid his hands in his pockets – his fiendish features slipping past his calm demeanor. "You too, take a walk," he then ordered, pointing to the leather wearing bowling ball in the background. Curling under the locked counter-top door, he now stood in the direct proximity of Pete, making both he and the bodyguard uneasy.

"Well now there you did it. You stepped right into a harassment lawsuit. As of right now, I am going to own your piss and pension," Pete threatened as Dick inspected one of the whiskey bottles and nodded in accord with Pete's taste. However, he proceeded to throw said bottle at the bodyguard's head - who had ducked fast enough before the glass shattered in his face. "What did I just say?" Dick asked rhetorically. Leather head bouncer slowly backed off the stool and took a hike. The bar now hosted only two.

"Okay...okay...let's take it easy huh?" Pete responded, his hands up in front of his chest ,trying to avoid possible confrontation.

"You know, every once in a while....a worm like you slips up. You get greedy, you buy out the Porter’s lots and think you’re protected by some agreements and ties. We end up feuding for weeks, worse off you end up dead, that sort of thing. Me and my crew end up muzzled even though we got you, hmm? I was thinking about something. See a long time ago they told me the Romans crowned Jesus to blind him with his own blood, so he can...what is it...so he can remain impartial. You know what I’m thinking? I'm thinking I’m glad he was blinded because.....there are times.....I got to do things he wouldn't want to see.”

“You want to work something out?” Pete asked as his hands became clammy and his feet started backpedaling.

“Hey, hey, listen. Go back to Belfast, Pete. You got twenty four hours and trust me, I'll come looking for you. If you’re not out of my city by then, you and me are going to take a ride. I'll show you parts of Dublin you've never seen before. You understand what I'm saying?”

"Uh..yea, okay, I get it..”

“Good. Now I’m late for a party. I’ll see you around Pete. Or better yet I won’t.”

 

[neverbackdown]

Mallory Porter ​

Mallory smirked at Tommy’s comment about Montag being lazy. She looked around at the damage that was done and took note of the business’ that had already been destroyed. Based on her knowledge, or really from conversations she had overheard in the house, these were business’ that didn’t want her families protection. She turned to face Tommy when he spoke again about them moving away from the crime scene. “Ah we can’t have you doing it alone” she commented with a smirk as she bent down picking up a large rock from beside her on the ground. She could tell how uncomfortable he was with her in this situation and picked up on the fact that he wanted her away from her but still she smiled at him as she weighed the rock in her hand.

When Montag spoke up, Mal turned to look at him with a smile. “I was studying at a friends” she assured him, letting him know that she had already come up with an excuse as to why she was out in town at this time “and neither of you saw me here?” She said looking between the two men. When it was apparent that Montag wanted to leave, Mal wondered if she would be able to find out why he was covered in blood and more important who’s blood it was. She slowly nodded her head “fine I’ll come along” she said with a nod before a teasing tone took over her face “can’t have you walking the streets alone” she joked, knowing that they both were thinking it about her.

Mallory looked at the shop in front of her that hadn’t been touched and took in the name of the business. This was definitely a name she had heard crop up before, a smile played on her lips as she looked at the stone in her hand. Before anyone could tell her otherwise, Mal pulled her hand back and threw the rock as hard as she could watching with satisfaction as the glass window shattered on impact. She smiled at Tommy “have fun” she commented before turning on her heel and walking away. She didn’t look back but assumed Montag had come with her.

After they had walked for a bit , Mal looked towards him “so you going to tell me what the hell happened to you?” She asked him.

Misty Gray
ReverseTex

 

[Shireling]

Kieran Joyce
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The Pan-Am flight from New York to London was a larger model prop-plane, one of the most impressive of its kind. Eighty passengers, across the Atlantic with only two stops: one in Newfoundland and one in Reykjavik, then on to England. Dublin was just a stop-over, and Kieran Joyce was one of only three passengers getting off there alongside a portly investment banker and a wiry Jewish woman with an infant in tow. He sat staring out the window at the icy waters of the North Atlantic for ten hours and was quite ready to be done with the whole flying business. He did have to admit that it was a sight faster than taking a ship, and if Charles Linburgh could do it then so could he.
Rubber landing shoes hit tarmac as the gathering dark shrouded the Irish capital in black and fog. Away in the distance he could see the terminal and beyond a high chain fence, the city of his ancestors. It was a fascinating thing to him, to return to the place where his people had lived since at least the time of the Romans, where they had held up arms against Cromwell and resisted the tyranny of the Act of Union. Such much history that directly related to him bound up in such a small place on such a small island. This he pondered as he rose and got his checked baggage and coat down from the overhead. He was dressed in a manner that some might call "professorial", in grey slacks and vest, black shoes, a grey plaid tie and a white shirt. He pulled his grey wool coat over his somewhat spindly arms and buttoned it up to the throat before gently placing his black wide-brim fedora with a grey band over his dull red hair. Joining the queue of three towards the front of the cabin, he hoisted his large traveler's case up in his right hand and a small carpet bag in his left as he exited the plane.

He was greeted upon entering the terminal by signs in both English and Gaelic which he, regrettably, could not read. The terminal was not exactly crowded, and mostly contained bankers or investment types. The overhead lights were a bit too bright for his liking, but he wasn't there long as he almost immediately spotted a dour-looking man in a driver's uniform with his name on a sign.

"Kieran Joyce?" The driver asked.

Kieran showed his New York State vehicle operator's license and nodded in the affirmative. The driver walked ahead of him down the stairs to the ground floor. Without a word, he opened the back door of a black Rolls Royce and took Kieran's bags. After the bags were packed, he climbed behind the wheel and they passed a good several miles in silence before Kieran asked.

"So how is the family these days?"

"They're well." Said the driver, who would give only what information had been specifically requested. Kieran silently hmm'd to himself and turned to looking out the window in the dark. He fished in his pocket and took out an official-looking letter from the New York diocese, stamped with the bishop's seal. He had read it over and over again. He had eighteen months before he was to report back to his superiors, and from there where he went was anyone's guess. Yet, eighteen months was surely enough time to familiarize oneself with the family, even the side he had never met before. He took a package of Camel cigarettes from his pocket and shook the box. He normally smoked Pall Mall, but Camel was all they had in Reykjavik. He slid a cigarette out with his teeth and lit it with a silver flip lighter, blowing smoke in a wreath around his face. He closed his eyes and then folded the letter and stowed it away again, then another drag from the cigarette. They were beginning to pass big houses, and he was sure they weren't far away.

 

[Bellz]

Lucy Porter

Lucy listened patiently as her brother began to explain what was bothering him, she eyed her glass from dinner a moment before reaching over and grabbing it, feeling she still needed a drink. The blonde looked down at the contents of her glass and swirled it around lightly. Conor revealed that Alex Romano was around now, and had been for quite some time causing Lucy's gaze to catch his. Eyes wide, she said nothing as she waited for him to continue. Nodding her head along, the news of Alex being around now was oddly stressing Lucy out, giving into the guilty pleasure of alcohol, she brought the glass to her lips and took a drink. Her thoughts were racing so quickly and she had many things she wished to say, but she remember Conor still was explaining and listened in again. He finished his explanation and Lucy couldn't help her shock as she choked on her drink that she was just about to finish. She brought the glass to the table quickly before catching liquid that was clearly spilling from her lips as she coughed. Swallowing the rest of her drink before allowing it to spill out anymore, she coughed, covering her mouth now as her cheeks reddened with embarrassment.

Before she could say anything, she stood and quickly grabbed a cloth from the kitchen before moving back to the dining room, coughing the whole way as she took her brother's words in. Wiping up the liquid from their dining room table quickly, she distracted herself enough to get a better handle on this and found herself sitting again before sighing. "Sorry...for that." Lucy mumbled as she tucked a blonde strand of hair behind her ear. Lucy was beyond excited to know that her brother had a child of his own...and with the woman he had loved and still loved. "This is amazing Conor," She whispered to him, a smile growing on her face as she thought about her niece. She saw the tear on her brother's face and gasped softly before pushing her seat back and rushing to his side, planting herself in the seat beside him. Her arms wrapped around his shoulder. "This is perfect Conor, absolutely perfect. Fate works in mysterious ways but I think we all know what it has done here. You needed to be a little more responsible and start caring about yourself more...this family of yours will do that for you now. Of course we are your family too but..." Lucy's eyes looked to her children's pictures that hung on the wall, a smile showing. "There's something about having your own children and family that changes a man...and woman." Looking back at Conor, she smiled. "You are a Sullivan..Sullivan men are family men. You will be a natural."
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With: Conor Misty Gray Mentions:



Peter Callahan

Peter chuckled as his wife declared they were going out again tonight, but this time, it would be just the two of them. It would be nice to get out on the town for a while without having to fuss over the children...not that they were a fuss, they were just too precious to not worry about. "Sounds like a wonderful idea love." Her murmured to her with a soft smile, just about to lean in and kiss her deeply when Emery's voice rang out through the house, claiming she wanted a cat. Peter thought she was somewhere other than right behind them but the little girl managed to sneak past them and here she was. Peter smiled as Emery reached her arms up to be held, reaching down, he picked her up and hugged her tightly. "Hello Princess." He murmured softly to her and kissed her temple lightly. "Are you having fun with Vittoria?" He asked wondering if she was behaving herself as well.

He looked around the house a moment before returning his attention to his daughter and the fact that she stated she wanted a cat. "You want a cat? Are you sure? A kitty cat is a lot of responsibility. And you have horses remember? Mummy and Daddy are now having to take care of them because Uncle James is a hard a-" Peter's eyes widened and looked to Sinead for a moment, remembering that cursing in front of children was probably not the smartest thing to do. "Uncle James just wants to make sure you are taking care of your pets I mean.." He looked at his daughter and wondered if she understood what he was suggesting, he couldn't say flat out no to the child, her big doe eyes would make him change his mind in a heart beat if he dared say no.
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With: Sinead, Emery Misty Gray Mentions: Vittoria heycarmilla ; James

 

[Enzyme]

Jackson McCarthy

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Jackson's Cresta gingerly crept around the corner. The engine hummed impatiently, yearning to be used to it's full potential. Jackson, had other plans, switching off the headlights and turning off the car. Silently, the car rolled down the dark road. From the driver's seat, Jackson could see the light on from the back room. His eyes watched for any movement, like a silent predator searching for it's prey. He turned the wheel and rolled the car into the back alley, out of sight, but close enough to make a quick getaway if needed.

His bloodstained hands reached into the center console, pulling out two leather gloves. He slid them over his peeled knuckles, before squeezing his hands together until they were snug. After masking his hands, they found themselves searching the backseat. "Shit. Did one one of 'em take my crowbar?" He thought to himself, finding the back completely empty. "Bloody hell..." Jackson murmured as he climbed out into the murky alleyway. Seeing the back door was no longer an option, his eyes searched for another way in. They soon fell on a small skylight on the wall, next to a metal drainage pipe. "This'll do."

Jackson stuck his feet against the cement wall and began ascending towards the skylight. He could feel the filthy sludge rub against his hands as he climbed, thankful he had put gloves on. Upon reaching the skylight, he noticed a small keyhole on the bottom. Jackson, not having the leverage to pick the lock, instead slammed his palm against the handle. A cracking sound hissed from the metal, but the lock was still in tact. Another palm strike did the trick, snapping the window open and sending the broken lock tumbling down. He silently crawled through the window, before dropping down on the couch inside of the shop.

He could hear Alec fumbling around inside the back room. The door was far too large to kick in and shooting it would be the equivalent of dialing 999 on the neighbors behalf. How he wished he had the crowbar in his possession. Instead, he had no choice, but to silently wait behind the door. Alec was sure to come out eventually.

Misty Gray (Alec)

 

[Shireling]

Kieran Joyce
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The Rolls Royce pulled up to a police checkpoint before reaching its destination. The police officers were seemingly on edge as they went over the vehicle with a dog which predictably made no sound. Kieran rolled down his window, letting smoke roll in waves out into the cold night. He handed over his papers, which the policeman gave a cursory glance.

"Is there a problem, officer?"

"No, I dount thenk so." The policeman replied, watching the dog return to his side along with the other officer. "The Marxists, you see. There's been trouble lately."

Kieran raised his hat brim intrigued. "What sort of trouble?"

"The usual mischief, a bombing in Belfast. The English want him for extradition, the Oireachtas wants to make good with Downing Street. Perhaps you don't know the business, youer one of 'em diaspora Irish, right?"


"That obvious?" Kieran asked with a grin, taking his papers back.

"Take care o yerself," the policeman murmured and then slapped the roof of the car. They moved on.

It wasn't long afterwards that he saw the lights of the most impressive of the mansions on the street, and rightly assumed that this was the house of the Porters. The car drove through the gatehouse and came around to the front portico, although the engine of the luxury car was so quiet that the occupants of the house probably hadn't noticed their arrival had they not been watching the windows. The engine cut off and the driver marched around back to begin fetching Kieran's things out of the trunk. Kieran himself got out and shut the door softly, walking to the front of the car to finish his second cigarette and throw the butt in a nearby ash tray. By the time he was done, the driver had recovered his affects and he was able to convince him to relinquish his luggage into his own care.

 

[ReverseTex]

Tagging:
Mallory- neverbackdown
Tommy- Misty Gray
Mentions: -
OOC:

M O N T A G

Montag smirked at Mallory’s spunk, picking up one of the leftover rocks that Tommy had given him. He wasn’t surprised by her behavior, she had always been intuitive, yet reckless... Like himself in his youth...

The shattering of glass disturbed his thoughts once again, as the rock Mallory had been eyeing now laid inside the store the three were in front of. Heaving a sigh, he glanced back to Tommy as Mallory walked past. Taking one last swing of vodka, he set the half drunken bottom on the curb, “You’ll need company, Jackson won’t be back for a good while...”

The pair now were a good ways from the ransacking, engulfed by the small stretch of unlighted sidewalk before the final block before the pub. Montag’s hazel eyes locked into Mal through the darkness as she spoke, knowing the question would eventually pop up. I can’t tell her... But she deserves more than what dimwit Jackson got... Sighing, he spoke. “I can’t tell you the truth, but you’re to smart for me to lie to you. I’ve taught you to well...” Chuckling at his self-made paradox, he continued. “But I promise you it’s nothing for you to worry about. Worrying never gets anyone, anywhere in life.”

Montag tucked his hands loosely in his pockets, the adrenaline rush he once had starting to falter. He’d have to get caffeine when he was home if he had to take Mal back... “We’re going to have to stop at my home before I can take you back. I’m going to need a cup of coffee, and a new pair of clothes... We’ll just say I was on my way back to the office after a short break, and I spotted you. Told you i’d take you home to save Lucy the headache.”

 

[Misty Gray]

Sinead Callahan​

When Peter said going out was a wonderful idea, Sinead beamed with excitement. Despite her life's tragedies as well as motherhood, she still managed to retain her young, endearing nature. The only thing that really seemed to threaten her bright personality was her bipolar disorder itself, something she'd been fighting back a lot more lately. Peter and Savannah were aware of it, but Sinead tried her hardest to shield it from everyone else.

Sinead couldn't help but grin as Emery demanded a cat - the child's latest obsession, it seemed. The little girl quickly nodded her head when asked if she was having fun with the nanny. Sinead put her arm around around Peter whilst he held Emery. As her husband tried to steer the child away from wanting a cat, Sinead softly stroked her curly hair. Sinead wanted a cat too, but they simply didn't have the time to care for another pet with the horses taking up enough attention. Besides, Lucy had four dogs which Emery was able to give some attention to if she really wanted a pet. Sinead looked to Peter and raised an eyebrow as he was about to say a minor swear word in reference to James. Sure, her brother-in-law may well be a hard ass, but she wouldn't have Emery picking up those words, not with Savannah already repeating words she'd heard. Which reminded Sinead that Conor was getting a slap for swearing around the children.

"Daddy's right, Em. There's enough animals around the place for you to play with," Sinead backed Peter up.

"Alriiiight," Emery replied, pulling an exaggerated frown before burying her face into Peter's shoulder. "Can I have ice-cream?" her muffled voice requested.

Sinead rolled her eyes and told Peter she would head upstairs to go get dressed up for their night out. Before she did, she sought out Braden so she could hug him and spend a little time talking to him. Braden was far more reserved than Emery, so she often had to find him in order to make sure he didn't feel left out. She had no doubt he was going to become super intelligent with all of the reading and observing he did.

After getting dressed, Sinead walked down the stairs to leave the house with Peter, who hadn't taken as long to smarten up. She wore a figure-hugging dress which rested a few inches above her knees and gold-coloured high heels, all of which complimented her slender figure. "You look sooo handsome, Petey," she complimented her sweet husband and kissed his lips.

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The driver pulled the car up outside the jazz club and then he rushed out to open the door for the Callahan couple. Sinead was glad Peter had agreed to their night out as they didn't get chance to do it very often. When they entered their club, Wesley, Mark and Kathy were just reaching the end of a song. She loved the sound of live music, whether she was playing it or someone else was. She could never tired of hearing a piano being played well. Sinead held Peter's hand as they walked towards their reserved booth. However, it seemed they'd arrived just as the band were taking a quick break, so Sinead instead led her husband in the bands direction so they could catch up with Wes.

"Good evening," Sinead cheerfully greeted Wes. She let go out Peter's hand so she could give the musician a friendly hug in greeting. She then pulled away from Wes and leaned back into Peter's chest. "Funny how we arrived just in time to catch you slacking off," she teased. She then looked around the club before facing Wes again. "Has the club been this busy all night?" she asked, though she wasn't concerned as the bar staff seemed to be doing a good job at coping with the crowd and the Porter employed bouncers at the doors looked relaxed too.

Bellz (Peter) Aoire (Wesley)

 

[nymphadora.]

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delilah porter

☆ where:
home

☆ with:
james

☆ tags:
Misty Gray

delilah nodded as she heard her father's explanation, at least his words put delilah's nerves at ease. she adored her uncle like she did with the rest of her family, but the thought of losing another family terrified her. a weak smile slowly formed on delilah's lips, accepting her father's answer as she finished her glass of water. Her mind wandered back to James' witty comment about her mother's birthday earlier, giving him a coy smile as she spoke.

"This is mom we're talking about here, we know how much you love to spoil her." Delilah joke, a happier tone returning to her voice while her thick Greek accent chopped up her words as she spoke. "You don't possibly have something up your sleeve, dad?" Delilah questioned with a raised brow as she placed her glass into the sink for later washing if she remembered of course.

witchery™

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[Misty Gray]

Conor Sullivan​

There was something quite comical about the dumbfounded expression on Conor's face as he watched Lucy coughing up and kind of spilling out some drink. It was difficult in that moment to tell the kind of shock she was experiencing... angry shock, amused shock... Either way, it had certainly caught her off-guard, as it had him when he found out. As she apologised for the unladylike -- un-Lucy-like -- mishap, Conor was sure he could sense a positive reaction. Was she happy by this news? Soon enough, she confirmed exactly that by declaring the news to be amazing. He sat wide-eyes by her reaction, having expected this whole conversation to take a different route.

When Lucy wrapped her arm around his shoulder, she shuffled closer to her and listened to her encouraging words. She was genuinely happy with him having a kid, despite him missing years of Michelle's life and being in no state of mind to be a responsible father. Lucy seemed to think this was going to be the well-needed catalyst for him to become responsible, but he wasn't so confident. He was meant to be responsible for his entire family when his father died and he knew he'd failed at that. He nodded his head as she assured him he'd be a natural because it was in the Sullivan blood. "You put too much faith in me, Luce. I look at James and Peter... I see two great men right there. I look at myself and I don't see that. Funny uncle and entertaining friend, I can do those things because they don't require full-time commitment. I've never needed to be committed."

Conor sighed as he knew now the truth was out he would have to figure out how to change. "I saw Michelle too. We even spoke and she's certainly a sweet character. Alex said she takes after me, in some respects. But she doesn't know I'm her dad." He cleared his throat and looked to Lucy's face. "Alex and I agreed I'd spend some time with Michelle, like a friend, until I'm comfortable. I said I'd asked if Alex and Michelle could come over to your party tomorrow? I think Savvy would like a new friend and I'd like to try get my head around all of this... But only if you agree?" he asked.

Bellz (Lucy)
Mention: neverbackdown

Alec Finnegan
NPC

Alec finished stitching the lining of the suit after taking the blazer in a little to accommodate his slimmer waist. Sure, most men would have been happy with the way it had fit already, but he had a keen eye for detail and being a tailor himself, he knew when something's fit was even slightly off.

The man got up from his seat and pulled his t-shirt from over his head, revealing a toned and heavily tattooed torso. His ink was mostly Celtic symbols, artistically placed so the large covering never looked crowded. He then put on his white blouse and quickly buttoned it, before pulling on the blazer. The mirror in his back office wasn't a full-length one, so he decided to head out into the main shop to look at the expensive suit in its entirety. This was his business and he earned the money to pay for his suits, so the damned Porters could go to Hell for all he cared.

Alec began singing 'Peggy Sue' to himself, having been listening to the music of Buddy Holly earlier in the day and his future date herself being named Peggy. Unaware that anyone was waiting for him at the other side of the door, he opened it to be met with darkness and he instinctively stretched his left arm out to the side to flick on the light switch...

Enzyme (Jackson)​

 

[Misty Gray]

James Porter​

James blushed a little when Delilah mentioned how he loved to spoil Lucy. His blush was a reaction only his wife or the thought of his wife could trigger. "Well, we all know your mother deserves to be spoiled." He was glad to see his daughter sounding happier now and as she questioned if he had something up his sleeve, he decided he wanted to help make sure she stayed happy. "You can't say a word of this else you'll spoil the surprise..." he began. James then whispered into Delilah's ear what he had planned. She reacted as he expected and in a bid to curb her response, he pointed to the glass she'd left in the sink. "Don't forget to wash up..." he instructed her.

Having just heard the front door close, James decided to see who was home. He half-expected Delilah would join him. A smile crossed his face as he saw Ali had come to visit. "Evening, Ali. Are you good?" he asked her. He liked the restaurant owner as a friend and a businesswoman. She was trusted around the kids and he always expected she had the family business' success on her mind. He also happened to have a good idea about her casual relationship with Conor, but given the state the lad was in not so many minutes ago, he wondered if she'd be best avoiding him for now. "I trust you've had a productive evening at the restaurant?" he curiously asked her. "Come to mention it... Did you happen to see if Jackson picked Tommy up from there?"

As a knock was heard at the door, James was slightly annoyed by the interruption, but only because the evening so far had been far too taxing for his liking. "Jesus Christ..." he muttered. Perhaps that was his subconscious wanting to get certain amount of blasphemy out of his system whilst he could. He'd already been prepped about Kieran's arrival and told to play nice. Basically, to keep his thoughts on religion to himself. It wasn't that he didn't respect religion, but it was the fact most of the religious people he had known personally had been the worst. Vincenzo Romano claimed to be religious and he caused James and his family a whole lot of pain. Churches weren't his favourite places either; he'd slaughtered Vinnie in one and his own wedding had been turned into bloodsoaked ruins in one. James pushed those events out of his mind and decided to think positively instead. He thought of Peter, who had been raised in an orphanage by nuns and had turned out to be a fine man. Yes, he'd make sure to think of Peter on the subject of religion.

James pulled open the door to see Lucy's cousin standing there with his suitcases. "Evening, Kieran. I'm James," he welcomed him and offered him a handshake. He stepped aside to allow the young man to enter the house. "Need a hand with your cases?" he offered.

nymphadora. (Delilah) Melanin-Gxdess (Ali) Shireling (Kieran)

 

[Shireling]

Kieran Joyce
​

The door opened on a young man no taller than 5'8, grey topcoat and black fedora, and with two bags in his hand. The driver had long since vanished from sight, leaving him alone in the porch light.

"You must be--" he began, but stopped himself as the man behind the door greeted him. "Evening, Kieran. I'm James," said the man. He attempted to offer a handshake, but Kieran made it clear he was going to carry his own bags as he set his foot across the threshold. He crossed into the house's interior and set his bags down beside his feet, by this point already being proffered help with his luggage.


"Ah, no, I've got them. A thousand thanks, Mr. Porter. I'm much indebted to you and your family's hospitality. Lodging in Dublin is an arm and a leg, eh?" He asked, finally accepting the offer of a handshake by grasping his host's hand and giving it two firm pumps. He then turned and raised his hat ever-so-slightly above his head in salute to the house and the rest of the people in attendance, giving a peak of his very dull red hair. His voice was melodic, refined, and had the touches of an underclass Irish American brogue like the fraying on the edges of a sheet of paper. His green eyes communicated intelligence and honesty.

Misty Gray nymphadora. Melanin-Gxdess

 

[Enzyme]

Jackson McCarthy

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After what felt like an eternity, the door knob finally turned. Jackson pressed his back behind the door hinges, in order to no hit the light and cast a shadow. He could see the tall figure slowly forming in front of the door. He instinctively balled up his fist, causing the leather to make a crunching noise. The man was far bigger than he had anticipated, having a more lean version of the Ballymun brother's body type. He didn't have time to hesitate, however, seeing the man's finger elevate towards the light switch. Jackson shot his hands out and latched it onto Alec's shoulders. Twisting his hands into his shirt, he yanked back and pulled the man towards him. He used the momentum he gained to spin Alec around and launch him into the couch set. The large man tripped on his feet and slammed his head into the side of the couch. Due to Alec's shop being located in a rich neighborhood, police would arrive in a heartbeat if the neighbors grew any the wiser. He couldn't afford for there to be any noise. He had to end this fist as quickly as possible.

He shot his foot at Alec's head, just as he was taking in a large inhale of air. Before the man could scream, the bottom of Jackson's boot smacked his jaw back into the leather couch. He quickly sprung onto Alec and pressed his knee into his chest. The quietest way to kill him was to strangle him, but Jackson was struggling to overpower such a big guy. He had intertwined his hands around Alec's neck, but the man was slowly undoing his grip. Jackson slammed his elbow against his cheek, stunning him long enough to move his hand off Alec's neck and grab one of the pillows off the couch. Just as Alec was recovering, Jackson pressed the pillow over his face. In a swift motion he pulled the Walther PPK from his waistband and shoved the barrel into the pillow. Acting as a makeshift silencer, Jackson pulled the trigger. A bright flash was seen on the other side of the pillow as Alec suddenly went stiff, before falling completely limp. It only took a few seconds for a trail of blood to form and run out from under the pillow. Jackson slowly stood up, huffing and puffing.

Now was the nerve racking part. Jackson moved Alec's lifeless corpse off the floor and pulled the thick rope from his coat. "Blimey..." Jackson muttered as he moved the heavy man onto his shoulders. He carried the man towards the large display window and rested him on a wooden stool. Jackson threw the rope around a support beam above, tugging it a couple times to make sure it was sturdy. He couldn't help, but hesitate. Despite how unlikely it was at this hour, someone could easily see him from the street. He let out a couple of breaths, before pulling on the rope. Alec's limp body slowly rose to the top of the beam, hanging by his neck. Jackson wrapped the rope around the center pillar in the room. After releasing his grip, Alec suddenly dropped a few inches. The rope snapped straight and made a constricting sound as the corpse's feet dangled a couple inches off the ground. Alec's body casted a large, sinister shadow over the store. Jackson shook his head at how ridiculous this plan was, but what choice did he have.

He used Alec's pocket keys to unlock the front door, before tossing them in the murky street gutter. Walking around the building, he climbed back into his car. It was more than happy to spring back to life, instantly revving to life. He knew he wasn't entirely in the clear, so he kept his headlights off as he slowly crept out of the police-crawling neighborhood. As soon as he crossed the district line, he threw back on his lights and comfortably cruised back to Tommy and Montag.

Misty Gray (Alec/Tommy) ReverseTex (Montag)

 

[neverbackdown]

Mallory Porter ​

Mallory was looking straight in front of but raised a curious eyebrow when Montag said he couldn’t tell her what had happened and also that he wouldn’t lie. She was now extremely intrigued in what had happened and her curiosity burned more than it had before. She bit her lip as she thought it over, the amount of blood and where it was on him. The fact that he had been siting on the curb drinking and also that he had been quiet the majority of this walk. She hummed and hawed to herself as she thought of all the possibilities of what could have happened.
When he spoke again, Mal broke from her thoughts and nodded her head “that sounds like a good plan, I need a coffee aswell” she said in agreement before falling back into silence.
Just before they turned the corner to the pub, Mal suddenly spoke up breaking the silence once more. Her eyes trained on Montag in the dim light as she gauged his reaction to her words. “So who did you kill?” She asked, her voice came out calm as though killing was a natural occurance, she supposed with her families buisness it probably was.

ReverseTex

 

[neverbackdown]

Michelle Romano ​

Michelle looked up at her aunt, excitement clear on her face. She loved when Fallon was looking after her because they always did fun things, things that her mother wouldn’t normally allow.
She eyed the chocolate on the counter and grinned to herself, now this was already starting to look good but a confused look played on her face as her aunt suddenly left the room in a hurry. Michelle shrugged to herself and instead went to inspect the chocolate that her aunt had picked out for them.

When Fallon arrived back in, Michelle looked at the TV guide and listened to her aunt say the name of it. She had never heard of it but guessing by her aunts excitement she was sure it was going to be good. Michelle wasn’t entirely sure what a horror was either but instead of asking she decided to wait till it was on. Michelle grabbed the chocolate and made her way after her aunt. She sat on the couch while she watched Fallon put on the movie. The movie came on immediately as Michelle gasped in shock and the tall man on the television. “What is that?” She asked as she sat forward in her seat to look at his better “and what’s in his neck?” She asked looking at her aunt innocently.
nymphadora.

 

[Misty Gray]

Thomas Dempsey
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Tommy had simply nodded his head when Montag left the half bottle of vodka by his side. He'd already established he wanted brandy, but there didn't seem to be any point saying it again. Tommy was still torn about what he would say to James regarding Mallory or if he really could keep it to herself this time. If she was frequently taking these kinds of risks then she could end up in danger one time. At the same time, she was young and was only doing things others her age did... others who weren't mob boss' daughters. Others who weren't so willing to throw bricks through shop windows.

When he saw Jackson's vehicle approach, Tommy stood up and gripped the crowbar in his hand. He was looking forward to heading back to the house, finding little enjoyment smashing things up. He got into the passenger side of the vehicle and tossed the steel tool in the back, completely unaware that Jackson had been missing it on his own job. "Did you manage to do what you had to do?" he asked the guy. "Mallory was around here earlier, but Montag has taken her home. What's that guy's deal anyway?" he asked, thinking of the mysterious blood on the lawyer and then the alcohol purchase.

Enzyme (Jackson)

 

[Aoire]

WESLEY COOPER
Wes held onto the hug a little longer than he probably should have, given Sinny was a married woman.
Once released, he quickly returned to his drink, trying to maintain an air of cool confidence. The slacking remark hit harder than she had likely meant it, reminding him painfully that the money from his gigs wouldn't pay the bills forever. Eventually, the inheritance would run out, and if no law firm accepted his resume, he would be sleeping on the piano bench. Deliberately avoiding eye contact with Peter, he answered the question with his usual, aloof manner, or at least tried. It was always easier when there weren't men around.
He bit his lip, a hundred different replies wallowing in his brain. Flirt with her? Ask Peter for a recommendation for a job? Ask for a song request? Ask to crash here when the time came? Ask to crash into her? Make small talk?
His voice cracked a bit, shattering his attempts at cool conversation.
"I couldn't say. You seem to draw crowds wherever you go."
Meaningless. Awkward. Not provocative enough to catch her attention, not innocent enough to avoid arousing Peter's suspicion. Or was it? Not waiting for a reaction, he quickly nodded in dismissal, and turned back to his music, playing solo. Mark shot him a somewhat irritated look, set down his drink, and started playing again. Kathy quickly quit one of her many nightly conversations to start again on the bass.
To anyone that knew him, this was strange behavior. Although sometimes slow to reply, he always had something witty to say, and always entertained his audience. To turn away so quickly, it was uncharacteristic, to say the least.
Tags
Bellz (Peter), Misty Gray (Sinead)

 

[ReverseTex]

Tagging:
Mallory- neverbackdown
Mentions: -
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M O N T A G

Montag knew by the silence that his answer didn’t suffice his protégée, which he had expected. As much as he wished to shield her from this crueler side, he knew she’d reduce the options down. But, he hadn’t taught her everything he knew just yet...

Who did you kill...? A rat? A pest....? He thought silently to himself as her question ringed in his ears. I can tell her the partial truth, and she won’t know.... “I didn’t kill a soul. But what I witnessed was much worse...” Taking a deep breath as if he were shaken, This would work, Mallory had never seen him this way... “I tried to stop by the station first to drop of sensitive documents, but they told me to try again tomorrow. Now these were highly important, so I decided to try my hand at hunting down Conway myself. I stopped at a few places with little luck except he went to a friend’s apartment. I was given the address, and then when I walked up I heard gunfire...”

“So I let myself in, to find Conway, shot three times upon the floor. This woman... Not his wife, most likely a mistress of sorts, held the gun as she sat in a chair... I tried my best but...” Montag sighed, running a hand through his hair which was now loosing its shape. “You really expect me to kill somone...?” His words were ghastly, almost appalled by the accusation she made at him.

 

[neverbackdown]

Mallory Porter ​

Mallory kept her eyes trained on Montag as he talked. She could clearly see he was in shock and the shaky breath gave it all away. “Jesus Montag are you ok?” She asked him concern laced in her tone. That was definitely a traumatic experience and it now made sense why he was with Tommy and drinking the vodka in the middle of the street.
“That’s awful, I’m sorry I accused you but it made sense with the blood splatter” she was sincerely sorry for accusing him, not that she had fully believed he could kill somebody. It was Montag she was talking about after all, just the evidence looked damming.

“Right lets get you this coffee, and you can talk to me about it if you want, that’s such a traumatic experience to deal with on your own” she added gently as they passed the pub. When they got to the car, Mallory got into the passenger side and kept her eyes trained on the road. She didn’t really care that Conway was dead, yeah he seemed to ignore most of her families doings but she wasn’t that pushed on the cop. Off course she felt bad for his family, but if he had a mistress than the family were better off without the cheating scum. But she couldn’t help the slight worry about who would be taking his position now. Mallory had a severe distaste for cop and law authority figures rooted from her childhood, Montag being an exception. But that’s why she didn’t really feel much remorse for the cop, yeah it was sad he died but she wasn’t actually upset at the concept.

ReverseTex

 

[ReverseTex]

Tagging:
Mallory- neverbackdown
Mentions: -
OOC:

M O N T A G

Montag sighed, looking at the young girl, who’s eyes were damning that his lie worked... He didn’t like lying to Mallory, but, it had to be done. I feel remorse lying to a teenager, but none when I kill two people...? Odd.... “I’ll manage, also it’s fine that you thought that... I told Jackson I got in a bad fight, just so I didn’t have to talk about this. But, let’s keep this between us ok? I know we always do that, but I just rather keep this private...”

Finally the pair had reached his car, both sat oddly quiet, which was fine. He knew Mallory was thinking, and he rewarded thinking with silence...

It took no longer than 15 minutes to reach Montag’s house, which sat upon the outskirts of Dublin. Although he had large amounts of money, he never spent in on something he didn’t need. His office, his car; he needed... The home was quiet and quaint on the exterior, a porch swing for coffee in the mornings, and a small driveway which he parked his car in. Montag slid out, making his way to open Mallory’s as the two walked up the front porch to the front door. Unlocking the door with a slightly shaken hand, he quickly made his usual route around the house to turn the lights on.

The house on the interior was illuminating in coziness and a odd warmth. The living was the first thing, a couch and chair occupied the room, along with a long array of books across the wall, and a record player. Taking a right from there would lead into the kitchen, small enough just for the basic nessecites. The kitchen opened into a small dining room, for whenever he was home. Up the stairs led to a small guest room, as well as his own... Montag looked at Mallory, and smiled. “Mí casa es tu casa? Make yourself at home dear, i’ll be upstairs.” Making his way to the small bannister, he quickly gave a concerned glance back at Mallory, before disappearing to his room.

 

[Misty Gray]

James nodded his head when he was thanked for offering to take the bags and for the hospitality. "Well, when your Aunt Shannon informed us you needed a place to stay, how could I refuse? I mean, your aunt, my mother-in-law, is fu-- she's a pretty scary lady, mate," he said, allowing a smirk to cross his lips. Shannon was due to arrive from England in time for the party, so James was sure she'd make her presence known more than any warning he could give. "Regardless, I wouldn't have you lodging elsewhere when we've got plenty of guest rooms here." He didn't want to interrupt Lucy and Conor just yet, figuring they might not get a better opportunity to get through to Conor.

James then introduced Kieran to his adopted daughter, Delilah and then to Aliana, offering both guests a seat. He was about to offer the man a drink when he could hear the telephone in his office ringing. "Delilah, would you do me a favour? Can you offer Kieran and Ali a drink?" he softly asked his daughter.

Upon entering his office, James closed the door and managed to picked up the telephone received before the persistent ringing ceased. As soon as he heard the voice on the other end, he recognised it as Detective Superintendent Donnelly. The DS proceeded to inform him that Conway's body had been found with that of a young woman. It seemed they were treating it as an isolated case, which was fine by James as he didn't want the finger being pointed in his direction. Although he'd still had use for the cop, there wasn't a single ounce of sadness for the man's death.

"Whilst I'm grateful for being informed of your upcoming staffing issues, I'm sure its the man's long suffering wife you need to focus your attentions on," James flatly remarked. "I'm not sure how I can be of help to you if two people died in an isolated incident. I can't question the dead for you now, can I?"

"Quite right, Mr Porter. But there is another matter we need to discuss. The rest of the team has been called out to investigate a trail of vandalism on some businesses in town tonight. I thought you were keeping all of that shit under control?" Donnelly impatiently asked. The cops hadn't yet stumbled upon the hanging corpse of Alec Finnegan.

"No, Donnelly. I get that shit under control, but it's your department's job to maintain that control. Seriously, what the fuck do your men actually do?!" James wasn't going to mention the fact that he was behind what had happened. Sometimes he had to create a little chaos in order to impose order. "You leave it with me and I'll sort your problems out for you. We are of the same mind in this, after all. You don't want the real scum of this city rising to power and neither do I." They were both aware that without the Porters, or a gang like them, the other groups lurking in the shadows would bring the city into complete unrest. When James thought about it, he knew the cops had it easy right now.

Once the call was over, James returned to the lounge and sat on the sofa opposite Kieran. "So, how are things in New York these days? It's been a couple of years since I last stepped foot there." James wasn't fond of small talk, but he was hoping the question would open the guest up to speaking a little about his life. In the back of his mind, James had thoughts of Conway's death playing. He didn't care one bit for the cop's life, but he had promised Tommy he'd get some input when the decision to get rid of Conway was taken. Still, he knew revenge wouldn't bring the lad's parents back, so perhaps it was for the best he wasn't exposed to unfulfilling vengeance.

nymphadora. (Delilah) Melanin-Gxdess (Ali) Shireling (Kieran)

 

[Bellz]

Lucy Porter

Lucy listened to her brother fret about being a dad and a small smile played on the blonde's lips. It was honestly a tune she heard played before, by her own husband in fact. James had always saw himself as a loner, someone who wasn't suppose to end up with the loving wife and kids he has now. He also worried about being like his old man a lot with their own kids. When Conor ended his fretting with asking her if Michelle and Alex could come to her birthday party, Lucy smiled widely and nodded her head. "The more the merrier. Let's all celebrate my slow crawl to 40." Lucy teased lightly before seeing that this was all still overwhelming for her brother, sighing, she squeezed his shoulders.

"Listen here, you compare yourself to Peter and James, saying that you can never do what they do. As your sister I will be completely honest with you. Neither of those men would be where they are today if it wasn't for the women in their lives pushing them. Yes, James is the boss and yes he has been holding up the responsibility of the family well, but Conor, that doesn't mean you did any less of a good job. You were young, dumb, and thrown into a position you weren't ready for. That does not pave the way for what you will be like as a father. James and Peter are great father's because they listen to their wives and their own children. You start doing that and this parenting thing will be a piece of cake. You and Alex will be a team in this till the end, whether you like it or not. You are both her parents and both your opinions on parenting are valid; just don't go waltzing in there ready to call all the shots yourself. Give and take." Lucy smiled again, trying to ease her brother's worries as her hand rubbed his shoulder encouragingly.

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With: Conor Misty Gray Mentions: James, Peter, Michelle + Alex neverbackdown



Peter Callahan

Peter was relieved when Sinead backed up his points, as she always did and he returned the favor. Little Emery had a way of making even the toughest of men give into her little doe eyes. Takes after her mother. Peter could never get by on that as a kid, always got in trouble for everything and when he did try to make big doe eyes at the nuns, they would laugh at him and continue to punish him for his wrongdoings. He was so thankful that his children had both of their loving parents to help them along through life without knowing what its like without. They were taken care of, but one thing Sinead and himself agreed on was making sure they weren't spoiled.

"Ice cream huh kiddo?" He asked just as Sinead made her way up the stairs. Peter waited till she rounded the corner before looking at Emery. "Alright, Daddy wants some too." He chuckled before carrying his daughter off into the kitchen to get some.

* * *​

Peter had finally gotten around to getting dress and he was just straightening his tie when his wife came down the stairs. Catching sight of his golden girl, he smiled widely and gave a low whistle in response to her outfit. "Well well well, hubba hubba." He teased softly as his cheeks reddened from her compliment on his own appearance. "You outshine this old man my Sin." He said before taking a step her way and catching her lips in his own.

* * *​

Mr. Callahan nodded his head towards the driver as he opened the door for himself and Sin. "Thanks mate." He said before walking towards the front of the club. Opening the door for his wife, both walked through the doors and he was greeted with the sweet sounds of Jazz. His eyes found the piano and a small smirk played on his lips as he found himself thinking of the first time he played with Sinead, the first time she learned he could actually play. If there was one thing he would forever be grateful for with the sisters at the Orphanage, it was that they forced the boy to learn music. He let Sinead lead the way, seeing now that the band was taking a break, she lead the way to Wes at the piano.

Peter nodded his head in the man's direction, offering a small smile in greeting. He was always skittish around Peter, and he couldn't understand why. Peter tried to be kind to everyone he met at first, well...unless it was business. He certainly couldn't remember being aggressive with this man or rude. Regardless, Peter shrugged it off as the man just being his normal skittish self and stayed silent as the two spoke.
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With: Sinead, Wesley Aoire Misty Gray Mentions: