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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 13, 2012 1:49:10 GMT -5
"That's good," Cailin started walking again. "I wonder where Spot and Blondie wandered off to."
Blondie picked up the blade she had flashed at her dad, closing it back up and putting it in her pocket. She got out of the car and sat down against the front tire feeling sick, the alcohol finally catching up to her. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head back against the car, trying to focus on not throwing up.
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Post by Race on Jan 13, 2012 18:38:22 GMT -5
"He probably took her home," Max said, pulling his shirt over his head.
"You would not!" Race yelled.
"I would so!" Paulie said.
"Would not!"
"Would so!"
"Would no-...ah hell I'm goin' ta bed.." Race disappeared up the stairs before he could argue with his uncle again.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 13, 2012 20:50:56 GMT -5
After they had walked a little further, Cailin saw a car parked roughly on the side of the road. "Isn't that Blondie's car?" she wondered aloud, squinting through the darkness and walking closer to it. She couldn't see Blondie sitting against the tire through the darkness.
Blondie heard voices approaching, but she didn't move. She knew she must look like death as she was covered in both her blood and Spot's and her forehead was gashed open and still bleeding. Might need stitches for that... she thought, gingerly touching her forehead and wincing. Looking at the blood on her fingers made her feel even more sick, but she shook it off and pulled on the car with all the strength she had left to stand up.
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Post by Race on Jan 15, 2012 20:23:07 GMT -5
Max stared and ran over, finding Blondie, "What happened t'you?" He looked, "where's Spot?"
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 15, 2012 20:53:27 GMT -5
"Spot's in the car. We need to check on him." Blondie walked around the car, using the hood for support and opened the door. Spot was already stirring. Blondie reached over and unbuckled the seatbelt. "I can hardly think straight. It just happened too fast." She told them what all had happened after they left the party, too dazed to even make up a different story. While she talked, she was checking the wound on the side of Spot's head. It had stopped bleeding, but there was a lump there. His pulse was normal. She would have to wait until he woke up to check him for any further injuries.
Cailin listened worriedly. "We could go to my dad... He deals with injuries like this all the time, he'll be able to patch you two up pretty quickly. Blondie, you look like you need stitches... You're still bleeding." she said, carefully examining the gash on Blondie's forehead. "Dad can do that too."
"Where is he?!" Spot suddenly sat bolt upright, regretting that decision immediately when his ribs started screaming. He winced slightly, easing back down and looking around. "Jesus..."
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Post by Race on Jan 16, 2012 1:14:48 GMT -5
"Da dead has risen.." Max came around to that side of the car, looking at Spot, "You alright?"
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 16, 2012 1:45:17 GMT -5
"Yeah, I'm fine," Spot said. He took a deep breath and winced again. "Few cracked ribs. No big deal. They heal pretty fast."
Blondie hugged Spot, careful not to hurt him. "I'm sorry you got dragged into that..."
Spot laughed slightly, ignoring the pain in his ribs and hugging her back. "I'm sorry you've had to live with it. You gonna be okay?"
Blondie nodded. She was pale and tired from losing blood, but she would survive. There was also a huge sense of relief and freedom.
Spot took off his top shirt and gave it to Blondie to stop the bleeding, or at least slow it until they could get to Cailin's house.
Blondie stood up wearily and handed Max the car keys. "I just...yeah you don't want me driving. I still can't see straight. I think I hit a dog on the way over here." She climbed in the back seat and leaned over against the door.
Cailin glanced at Max, gave him a reassuring smile, then climbed into the back seat on the other side.
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Post by Race on Jan 16, 2012 1:49:27 GMT -5
Max stared, "DA hell do I always gotta drive..." he slid into the drivers seat and started up the car, heading in the direction of Cailin's house, "Oh by da way sir, here's my bruddah, he's got a cracked rib, an' da hungovah blonde is his goilfriend...can I still date ya daughtah?" he muttered sarcastically, "mo Dia"
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 16, 2012 2:37:28 GMT -5
When they got to her house, Cailin got out and went over to where Blondie was, walking close to her since she looked like she might collapse at any minute.
Blondie staggered up to the door with her, slowly and in anything but a straight line, but she made it, Spot's now bloody shirt still pressed against her forehead.
Spot got out of the car, clenching his teeth against the pain, and following them.
Desmond met them at the door, taking in the scene before him. He was silent for a long moment before finally saying, "Must've been some party?" A smile played at his lips.
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Post by Race on Jan 16, 2012 11:02:22 GMT -5
"An' all of 'em walkin' like dat quasimodo guy.." Max muttered, he felt embarassed, just showing up to Desmond with all this, he knew he'd never get to even see Cailin again if people came back from places with him if people came back injured.
He came up beside Spot, helping him, "I can't leave you alone fah a second..." he joked, they made it to the porch, "Uh......this is my brother, da blonde is his goilfriend," he said, "Cailin said ya knew how to fix stuff like dat?" he gestured at Blondie, then explained it wasn't at the party, and such.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 16, 2012 14:32:47 GMT -5
Desmond nodded. "Come in, come in," he said, guiding Blondie into the kitchen and helping her sit on top of the counter where the lighting was best as the rest of them followed. "Cailin could ya get a couple of towels?"
Cailin nodded and disappeared down the hallway.
Desmond reached up and gently pulled Blondie's hand with the shirt in it away from her forehead. "Damn. Yer old man did that to ya?" he asked, his eyes darkening.
Blondie nodded. "It's not really a big deal though."
"Not a big deal?" Desmond said incredulously. "There's no excuse fer that, love. If a man resorts ta violence against his own family, he's got nothin' left."
Blondie couldn't argue with him there. Her mom was gone and now so was she. There was no one else for him to beat up on.
Cailin came back with the towels and handed them to her father. Desmond dampened them both in the kitchen sink, handing one to Spot to clean the dried blood off of his head and getting to work cleaning Blondie's forehead with the other one. "I can tell you two boys are brothers," he said, glancing at Spot and Max before continuing. "Both pretty good fighters aren't ya?" He chuckled. "I'm impressed."
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Post by Race on Jan 17, 2012 1:12:22 GMT -5
Max smirked, the smirk turning into a grin, "Yeah...I guess we are..." he said, he was standing against the wall, watching all of it, his hands shoved in his pockets.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 17, 2012 1:30:07 GMT -5
"I could use two boys like you in the business. Somethin' ta think abou' anyway," he said, glancing at them one more time before turning back to Blondie. "This is gonna hurt a li'l bit, love, but it won' take long."
Spot smirked at Max. Though he hadn't met Desmond before now, he'd already figured out what "the business" meant.
Blondie sat still while he stitched up her forehead, not even wincing at the pain, but staring off into space.
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Post by Race on Jan 22, 2012 23:44:22 GMT -5
Max perked up, "Really?" he asked, "Hell...I ain't doin' anything else of importance..."
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 23, 2012 0:20:25 GMT -5
"I'd be up for it," Spot said. He had school, sure, but other than that he had a lot of free time and could use something else to preoccupy himself.
Cailin was giving Desmond a look like, 'Why must you employ my friends in your mafia?'
"Good. We'll talk more about it in the mornin'." Desmond said, finishing up Blondie's stitches and putting a bandage over them. He smiled innocently at Cailin, shrugging his shoulders. "For now, why don' you all stay here tonigh'? We got plenty a' guest beds for my business associates when they come inta town. We've go' two rooms with two beds in each of 'em. An' you, Dear," he turned back to Blondie, speaking kindly as a father would. "Why don't ya stay with us until you can get a job and stand on your own two feet?"
"Oh, thanks," Blondie said, reaching up and gingerly touching the bandage. She had been thinking about places where she could apply for jobs first thing in the morning. "But I couldn't possibly-"
"Well, now, ya don't really have much of a choice, do ya?" Desmond said, cutting her off, but still speaking kindly. "I insist. Besides, I think Cailin would like it better here if she had someone around when I can' be here."
Cailin grinned at Blondie, nodding. "I would love to have you here!"
Blondie knew she didn't have much choice in the matter. She also wasn't used to being treated like family by anyone but Max and Spot."Thank you so much." she said, smiling wearily at Desmond and Cailin.
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