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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jul 13, 2009 0:34:42 GMT -6
They say that if you listen close enough, anything can speak to you. Everything has its own voice and its own story to share. Cian truly wanted to test this theroy. It was tonight that he had decided to return home. Why? Because he wanted to see what his shoddy old house had to say. There was so much to tell, and Cian wanted to hear all of it.
Cian had been having trouble trying to get to sleep. Pauley had gone out to take a few pictures so he was alone at the moment. Heading to bed early as he tried to get to sleep, but he couldn't. He just couldn't. His place was on his mind and he couldn't shake it. Swinging his bare legs out of bed, he flung the covers off of his naked form and reached over grabbing his boxers. Pulling them on, he stood up and proceeded to get dressed. He yawned and headed into the kitchen. Taking his pills as he scribbled down a note for her.
Pauley, I am heading out for a bit. No worries, I have the phone with me and its turned on.
I love you
PS ~ I went back to the house
Having written the note, he left it and the pen in the kitchen on the table. Sighing and proud of what he had done, Cian left the kitchen, stepping carefully into the livingroom and towards the front door. He took his flat key and his phone and pocketed them as he slipped his shoes on. He stood up straight and looked around. Sweeping a good glace at the place. Everything was clean still as he had done a little bit of tidying up. He smiled and left. Locking the door behind him.
It was a taxi that took him there once more. Cian let the driver go and he was alone once more. He stood outside his looming house. From where he stood, Cian could see a few windows had been smashed out. Cian heaved a sigh and looked at the front door. It was ripped off its hinges. He stepped in and there was hardly anything there. All the clothes were gone from his dressers. That was something he noticed when he had gone up to his room. All that was left was the bed and a broken dresser and mirror. The whole house was a mess. All the electronics were gone from the house. He sighed and walked down the stairs and turned into the kitchen. Flicking on the lights as he went. The windows showing off an illuminating glow out onto the black night streets. Cian chose a bad time to come back, but he needed to come back and see. He opened the fridge and laughed. Sure, the beer was left. He laughed at that idea and grabbed a can. Cracking it open, Cian took a drink of it to see if it was still good and it actually was. Perhaps this was someone elses. Oh well, this was his house, and he would do as he damn well pleased.
"Break my house an' mooch.... I'll drink your fuckin' beer." Cian set the beer down on a table and cleaned up a little before sitting in the chair and opening the first can.
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Post by Hayden James Leone on Jul 25, 2009 0:44:08 GMT -6
Hayden had been out and about, seeing what sort of folk was out, and whether there were any hot chicks, in which he could spend the night with, if you know what I mean. It intrigued Hayden when he had happened to see a guy enter a taxi, and what was more, the taxi headed into the slums. Hayden wondered why one would do this. Interested, Hayden had turned off his headlights, and followed the taxi. When the taxi got to the shack, and the man had gone in, Hayden had parked close enough. He turned and took out the key, preparing to exit the Shelby GT, and grabbing his silenced nine millimeter, which had been laying on the passenger seat. As he walked up to what was left of the door, he slid the gun in the waist of his jeans, then made sure that his t-shirt covered the piece. Once at the door, Hayden had proceeded on knocking on whatever part he could.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jul 25, 2009 1:12:04 GMT -6
He had not been sitting here for too long before he heard the knock on the door. Or atleast it was a knock. Who the bloody hell would be knocking on his door? The Scotsman had really only one friend and that was the same woman who was carrying his child. He pushed himself up out of the chair and kicked through the debris on the floor. Brushing off the thoughts about this horrible place and he stepped into the clear. Looking at a man who stood in the doorway. "Aye? Can I help you?" Beer still in hand.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jul 25, 2009 1:31:24 GMT -6
Having returned home to find Cian's letter, Pauley waited about half an hour before leaving the apartment to find him. She had a bad feeling, and wanted to make sure her boyfriend was alright. She knew what going back to his old home did to him, and she just wanted to be sure he was still alright. Stepping out of the taxi, she paid the cabbie and frowned. The house had sustained a lot more damage, and looking around the street, she noticed a nice car parked outside. It was too nice for this neighborhood, and she had a feeling it was not good news. Making her way up the sidewalk, she sent a silent prayer to the heavens and felt for her small gun she now carried with her everywhere. Just in case.
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Post by Hayden James Leone on Jul 25, 2009 11:15:13 GMT -6
"Nice, uh, place you got here," Hayden said, nervousness etched in his voice. He hadn't been expecting the tone. But, after feeling the courage take control once again, he added, "I'm new to this town. I was driving around, when I saw you leaving that apartment. I, uh, was bored, so I followed you here. Man..." his voice faded, as he thought to himself, that sounds like a stalker. He, however, smiled, letting out a small laugh.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jul 25, 2009 12:53:47 GMT -6
Cian looked around at it and chuckled. "No, its alrigh'. Call it shit. Because tha' is what it is." But it truly was. Hit house had never looked good under any circumstances. This was a shit hole and he knew it. He supposed that since he was gone, this place had become a home for squatters. He didn't mind. Cian knew that he wasn't going to be living here anytime soon. Considering he had been staying with his girlfriend ever since... the incident. This place wasn't any good for him. Mentally at least. When this guy started talking again, Cian definately found that following thing weird. It was definately unusual. Immediately he was put on his guard. He would make sure he was more observant. If this guy was... no. That wouldn't be allowed. He hadn't recieved a call either. As he pondered it, he laughed along with the man. A little atleast. The Scot looked back into his hell hole and then back to the gentleman. "Want some beer? I found some in my fridge.. an' I figure tha' if someone mooches off my house then might as well drink their beer.." He didn't know really how else to handle the situation. Turning back as he wandered inside further. There was not a thing sacred in the house. Those who had done this, who had hurt him. Left it in this condition when they came here. Everything broken in some way or another.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jul 25, 2009 13:17:15 GMT -6
She watched from the dark of the yard as the man knocked and spoke to her boyfriend. She did not like the guy, and so she stepped up onto the stoop and placed a fake smile on her lips. Waiting until Cian invited the stranger inside, Pauley spoke. "Hello, dear. I got your letter, is everything alright?" She pointedly looked over at the strange man, hoping the father of their baby would get the hint. She had to know if the man was up to something. She would not let anyone hurt her family in any way. Not again.
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Post by Hayden James Leone on Jul 25, 2009 17:32:21 GMT -6
Hayden continued to smile, as he had listened to what the man had o say. "Yeah, a beer would be good," he responded, trying to steer the conversation from stalkers, adding, "in any case, I thought that I would come by, and introduce myself. I am Hayden Leone. I live in an apartment on 8th street." Hayden then noticed the appearance of the woman, and in turning to her, he said, "Hiya."
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jul 25, 2009 18:14:50 GMT -6
Ignoring the other man for a minute, Pauley pushed past him and looked up at Cian, her eyes hard and questioning. She then turned to the other man and she frowned a bit more as recognition hit her. "Why, hello... Hayden, was it? We met at the coffee shop the other day. You tried that pick up line on me?" She wrapped an arm around her belly and held her stomach protectively. "How are you?"
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jul 25, 2009 18:38:32 GMT -6
Cian grinned broadly. "A beer it is then." It was then that he saw Pauley, but the look she was wearing removed the smile from his face a little. "Everythin' is fine Pauley..." Well, as far as he was concerned everything was far. He stood still as she pushed by and in to stand beside him. Cian looked down at her and saw the look in her eyes and shrugged slightly. Hearing that she had already met this guy, he refrained from chuckling at the circumstances. Mainly because he didn't want to get smacked for laughing. Cian himself had been in positions like Hayden had been in. Asking a girl who had already been taken. It could be an embarrassing thing and so he made no comment about it. "Um.. Ya.. so about tha' beer. You still want it?"
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Post by Hayden James Leone on Jul 25, 2009 23:42:22 GMT -6
Hayden blushed a little, remembering Pauley from the coffee shop, and that horrible pick up line. "Yeah, I was testing that line out. Yeah, I'd still like that beer," he responded, as he glanced around the place, "I think some elbow grease, and a really god security system oughtta do this place good."
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jul 26, 2009 1:04:55 GMT -6
He grinned. "Come in here then." he led this Hayden character into the living room. he had managed to tidy things up. So it didn 't look all too bad. He handed the man a beer. "No.. I am going to let this place to the squatters. I am staying elsewhere." He grinned broadly as he looked at Pauley.
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Post by Hayden James Leone on Jul 26, 2009 6:31:16 GMT -6
"Ah," Hayden said, with an air of one who understood, "well, if ya ever find that you need more room, you could just fix this place. I think I know a guy..." He had followed Cian to the living room, and sat down on the couch, or what he took as a couch. As he waited, he took a glance at Pauley, as he said, "so this is the guy. Yeah, he he's like he would've pounded me into next week, if I hadn't stopped." He laughed again, glad to here wasn't going to get beaten up, again.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jul 27, 2009 3:46:01 GMT -6
Cian gave the man a beer after popping it from the pack it came in. He looked at the guy and made sure he had a hold of it. "The thought had crossed my mind... before it got like this... there are just some memories I want to forget... and they involve this place.. I want this house to got to hell to be honest." he spoke. But it was a quiet tone. He had to force himself away from the memories he was stirring up. He didn't want to have a freak out right now. It was more likely as he had forgotten to take the medication he was on. Cian heard the comment as he was clearing a place to sit down. He was going to let Pauley sit in the comfy chair he had been in. He was going to be damned if she was going to stand or sit on a hard surface. Cian cleared off the coffee table and sat on it. Motioning for Pauley to sit on the chair. He heard the comment that the guy made and laughed. "I only inflict damage when someone I love is in danger... I wouldn't hurt a fly. Thats why I don't..." he stopped. Realizing what he was going to let slip. He then took a drink of his beer. Trying to cover up his near, and possibly what could still have been a mistake. Letting it slip that you were involved in a family was not something wise. Especially admitting your position. He made a really good cover. As he finished drinking he lowered the beer. "... Box. Or any fighting sport for that matter." He grinned like everything was fine and dandy. Taking another swig of the beer. "So.." He said. his Scottish accent ringing clearly. "what sir.. pray tell, brings you to this shit hole of a city?"
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jul 27, 2009 13:53:49 GMT -6
Staying the background and letting the men do their chatting, Pauley sat in the chair Cian had motioned fer her to sit in and she forced herself to relax a bit. So far there was no danger, and she didn't want to put Hayden on his guard with the way she acted. The house was in even worse shape than the last time they had come by, and she was amazed that there had been beer left over. Trying to be cordial, Pauley smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. This Pregnancy thing was really putting her on the defensive. "Cian couldn't hurt a fly. Not at all." But her? She had killed two men after what they had done to the love of her life. And if anyone else were to threaten him or their child, she wouldn't hesitate to do what she had to do to protect them.
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