MIKEY BUCKLEY
Kanima
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41
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Mab Carmello
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Broken isn’t the same as unfixable
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Post by MIKEY BUCKLEY on Aug 7, 2021 11:07:56 GMT
Sitting around all day had started to gawn away at Mikey. He was used to being trapped and spending every day doing practically nothing, but things were different now. A new world lay beyond that apartment food but he was lost. Suddenly everything seemed so intimidating. Now he was expected to do something with his day. Not pace Chase’s apartment like an anxious animal on the lookout for predators. He’d spent so long behind a locked door that it was hard to just go outside. Of course, he wanted to, but being inside Chase’s apartment felt safe. Being locked away felt normal to him so the idea of being able to do whatever the hell he wanted was alien. Every ding from the elevator and every apartment door being shut froze his body still. The only thing keeping him distracted during the days were the local gym and running, but there were only so many weights he could lift and miles he could run. It went without saying he needed a job, but with a blank resume, it felt impossible. His skills and abilities included hot wiring cars and running from the cops. The days were becoming bearable and the evenings he had Chase there, most of the time. It was through the night that was the worst. Alone with his own thoughts. Realistically he should have been sleeping like a baby but he just spent hours staring at the ceiling. Every now and then his body would give in to sleep, and it would be bliss, but the slightest noise outside would yank him back into reality. His body launched into immediate fight or fly mode. Startled he would wake up wondering where the hell he was. It would take a few minutes before his brain would process he was no longer in prison, rather in the comfort of his brother’s apartment. He wondered how long this adjustment period would last. For now he was left inspecting the paint on the ceiling, whilst listening to the quiet hum of engines on the street and birds going about their business. The sun had started to force its way through the curtain. A warm glow illuminated the room indicating the insomnia had beat him again. It was usually at this time Mikey would abandon all hope of sleep and climb out of bed. He threw the covers back, forced the palms of his hands into his eyeballs before rising. Another day ahead. Silently he made his way out the apartment, careful not to disturb his sleeping brother, forcing himself to go outside. The town square was quiet as always, with a few early birds meandering. Mikey was part of that category now, often finding himself out and about as soon as the sun rose. The same feeling of anxiety washed over him as it did every single time his foot hit the sidewalk. There was no one behind him ordering him where to go or what to do. Part of him missed the lack of autonomy. Being told when to wake up, when to eat, when to work. It was easy for his brain to slip into shutdown mode, being rendered useless as the guards controlled every aspect of his life. But now he has decisions to make, albeit most minor. Did he want sugar in his coffee? What time did he want to eat breakfast? Was he going to walk left or right outside of Chase’s apartment? For everyone else it was part of everyday life, but not for Mikey. Life was full of so many decisions. His decision was to swing a right and head out towards the falls. Away from people, towards solitary. The loneliness was welcoming at times, having spent two decades surrounded by men. Two decades of not having a moment's peace. The fall provided the moment’s peace he was seeking. The sound of the water crashing over the top and running downstream was the type of constant noise needed to settle his mind. Something else to focus on instead of his own thoughts rattling around his head. Before he could drown them out with the yells of other inmates. Now he was drowning them out with the sound of water. Leaning on a tree nearby he slowly slid down, taking a seat on the ground below. His body relaxed as he honed in on the sounds surrounding him. Mikey wasn’t sure how long had passed when he felt someone tapping at his feet. His eyes shot open, again being jolted back in reality. “Jesus…” He muttered as he peered up at the stranger. MAB CARMELLO |
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MAB CARMELLO
Witch
Posts: 81
Age:
34
Occupation:
Unemployed
Status:
Interested In
Partner:
Mikey Buckley
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Nov 16, 2024 18:04:55 GMT
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Post by MAB CARMELLO on Aug 31, 2021 20:40:12 GMT
They called it the witching hour. That point in the night where the veil was apparently the thinnest. It was bullshit, that wasn’t the way the supernatural worked. Time made no difference to the veil between this place and the other side. It didn’t shred like clouds, allowing you to reach through to what you most wanted. You couldn’t pull anybody out of it, not without the right spell and enough power in your veins.
As the clock had struck midnight Mab had woken. Like Pavlov’s dog, waiting for the creak of the floorboards as her great-grandmother had started to walk the house. Taught by those thousands of nights of it to wake to the sound. Laying in the thin bed up in her attic room, listening to her rant and rage about the vampire. A grieving mother who had lost her mind to grief and the great-grandchild who still wanted nothing more than to escape those bitter words.
Turning over in a bed that was bigger but no less comfortable now Mab had slid a hand beneath her head, staring up at the ceiling overhead as she waited for that creak that didn’t come. Enzo St. John’s death was the only salvation she had left. The key to the shackles she’d been put in from birth. No worrying about the veil not thinning then. She would have the spell to reach beyond it. To reach up to Heaven itself for him. A lump in her throat then, a heart frozen, trying to melt in her chest. Her great-grandmother had sworn and if there was one thing the old witch could do, it was cling to her word until she held it in a clawed grip that would never be broken open.
Trying to push his face from her mind Mab had risen. Dressing in the dark she’d slipped out into the night. The house wouldn’t have been out of place in a Grimm’s fairy tale. Squatting on the edge of those woods, all slowly rotting fretwork like the witch’s gingerbread house just waiting to lure Hansel and Gretel in. The minute she was out in the cool air she’d heard the rush and drum of the Falls but she’d turned in the other direction. Breath fogging the air she’d picked her way towards the burial ground instead.
She’d seen some out of here rattled by the feel in the air. Shudders running down spines, just that greasy feel of dark power here in the air driving them back. Not her. Breathing in a deep, Mab let her fill her as she’d sunk down on the ground.
The sun had been up at least an hour before she’d risen stiffly. Into that dark she’d spoken almost continually, like somehow she’d get counsel from the Other Side. Lips tinged blue as the late summer sun had failed to bake the ground enough to stay warm all night, legs cracking like dry twigs as she’d pushed her way to her feet. Mab had turned a slow circle then, fingers stretching up towards the sky and that rising sun before she’d brushed herself off and started back.
Tiredness clung to her, pooled in the dark shadows beneath her eyes but she wouldn’t ball back up in the house until the sun dipped down again. A couple of hours snatched before the cycle begun again at midnight. Pavlov’s dog waiting for the bell that was all the way in New Orleans while she slowly conditioned others in the same way. Taking the reins the way her grandmother had before her mind had been shot through with cracks. Gathering them to her like lost lambs.
He’d appeared out of the morning mist then. Sprawled at the bottom of a tree near the foot of the falls, like a human sized mushroom. Face slack in sleep, completely unaware as she’d stood over him. All granite lines even in sleep, a man with the signs of a tough life etched into his face, carved into the muscles obvious even in his sprawl. Green eyes narrowed faintly, the corners of Mab’s mouth pursing into a half smile as she reached out with the toe of one boot, nudging at his until he snapped out of it.
Mab slipped her hands into the pockets of her jeans, cocking her head as she looked down at him. She clucked her tongue lightly before squatting down in front of him, getting on his level before she grinned. ”Not quite, you could be Sleeping Beauty though.” Making a low sound in her throat, she pulled her hands free, propped one forearm across her knees and supported herself with the other as she glanced around. ”Picked a pretty dangerous spot for a nap. There’s wild animals out here if you wanna believe the newspapers. Anything take a nibble while you were out?” It was the wrong time of the month for it, last night’s moon still barely a sliver in the sky but when it came to rumour that little fact meant nothing.
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MIKEY BUCKLEY
Kanima
Posts: 143
Age:
41
Occupation:
Line Cook
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Mab Carmello
Played by:
Jodi
Broken isn’t the same as unfixable
Last seen Nov 12, 2024 16:41:49 GMT
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Post by MIKEY BUCKLEY on Sept 8, 2021 19:12:08 GMT
It was the constant noise that probably dragged him off to a dreamland, though the slumber was filled with none of that. Just darkness. Peaceful relaxing darkness as he listened to the water crash over the falls, violently hitting the surface below. He had been granted the peace he’d been searching for for 20 years, but now it was too much. Along with that he’d been left with his own thoughts. The good, the bad and the ugly. There was too much time to fill and being a functional adult in society was difficult. Getting a job, opening a bank account, paying taxes. It was daunting having been thrown in jail at the age of 18. Independence was something he’d never truly experienced until now and it was hard not to rely on Chase for everything, though he knew his brother would happily support him. Mikey had to stand on his own two feet and make decisions for himself. As he opened his eyes he partly expected the cute brunette fox to be standing in front of him. The girl who’s name he didn’t catch yet got intimate with. It was something he kept close to his chest, for now, not even sharing the details with Chase. He didn’t even know what to say. He met a woman in the woods and they had sex? It didn’t make sense, at least not to Mikey. Maybe it would to Chase. Maybe this is what women were like nowadays and he had missed the memo whilst being locked up. There was just something about the woman he couldn’t shake. The way she just climbed off him afterward, Chase’s jacket still draped around her shoulders, and walked off through the woods. There were a series of questions racing around his mind, almost giving him a headache. For her it was a fleeting encounter, but for him it was the first woman he’d touched in two decades. It was memorable to say the least. He tried not to think about it too much, worried he’d freeze up if he crossed paths with the fox again, but still found his mind drifting. Her tattoos, her curves, her chest. He could picture it all in her mind matched with her warm touch and scent. Part of him wanted to see her again, the other part of him wanted to steer clear of her. He sensed she was trouble, about bring unneeded chaos to his extremely uneventful life. There was a wash of relief when his eyes shot open and it was another brunette. This one was fully clothed. As the stranger squatted down in front of him she shuffled a little, pushing himself back upright. He brought his hands up, pushing his palms into his eyes as he rubbed them harshly. “I—” He’d never been much of a morning person and hated being woken up. The kind who wakes up on the wrong side of the bed everyday unable to function for at least the first hour. In the real world that worked fine, but not in prison. Being woken up and having to drag himself out to get food before all the ‘good’ stuff had gone. Even then he was left scraping mould off the bread and chomping down on stale cereal that had been in the cupboard for months. Rarely welcoming to the poor person who tried to sit with him in the morning and engage in some kind of conversation, usually to be met with grunts and grumbles from Mikey as he forced his breakfast into his mouth.
“I don’t think so…” He glanced down at his bare arms, parts of his skin marked with various scars and imperfections. “I’m sure I would have woken up if something was taking a chunk of me” A simple tap from a stranger was enough to cause him to stir. Teeth sinking into his arm would certainly have woken him. He vividly remembers the werewolf bite. The venom coursed through his veins as his body tried to fight it off, whilst he was battling the pain caused by the stabbing. “Anyway, you shouldn’t believe everything you read in the newspaper” He added with a short chuckle, though he knew what wild animals the stranger was referring to. “What brings you out to the woods this early then? Hunting?”MAB CARMELLO |
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MAB CARMELLO
Witch
Posts: 81
Age:
34
Occupation:
Unemployed
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Interested In
Partner:
Mikey Buckley
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Ange
Last seen Nov 16, 2024 18:04:55 GMT
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Post by MAB CARMELLO on Oct 20, 2021 20:08:57 GMT
Hands in the pockets of her jeans, she’d tilted her head, watched like a bird about to catch its prey in its talons as he’d been shaken out of his sleep. Her great-grandmother had taught her to see what they tried to hide almost from the moment she’d been old enough to understand what she’d meant. Lessons drummed into her at her great-grandmother’s desk as she’d attempted to still hold court within the family. Small hands curled over the corner of the desk, chin propped on them as one after another they’d come over the weeks and months. Each knew well enough to look at her with reverence, nervous eyes flickering back and forth between the old woman wizened as a rotting apple and the little girl who watched them unblinkingly.
’Watch’. Her great-grandmother’s voice echoed in her head as he stared at her. There’d been something swimming beneath the surface of those hazel eyes before the sleep was rapidly ground out of them. It shouldn’t have been of any interest to her but Mab’s smile sharpened as she squatted and look at him almost on a level.
She let a short hum buzz in her throat before she narrowed her eyes at him. ”You-“ she rasped lightly. He was a fireplug of a man. Not tall if the legs that were sprawled out in front of her were anything to go by but there was a solidity beneath his clothing that spoke of power. Mab felt for it in the air, as though she were a snake that could taste it, but it wasn’t there, not in the same way that her own was. Lucky, maybe, although considering how much power she was going to need to get through the defences thrown up around the vampire it was a shame. She could have done with another, a true coven built one malleable witch or warlock at a time until she had enough to build that weapon and break St. John out.
Until she could get Joseph back.
Throat thick, Mab tried to swallow the thought away. It wouldn’t leave, it never did entirely but she dislodged it enough. She shifted her balance, her weight tilted forward a little more, both arms looping around her knees. ”You’re lucky, there’s plenty there for something to sink teeth into and it would – it’d be a shame.” That edge back in place as she chuckled. Brows rising, Mab glanced around the two of them. It was a surprise there was anything alive out here other than the supernatural that could risk it. The vegan vampire population, preachy and pushy and still a plague, had to have been decimating the actual wildlife. Eventually it would be a supernatural Armageddon, only those things left to take care of one another.
It didn’t look like he was moving at any point soon. Mab shifted again, a hand down on that soft carpet of fallen leaves before she settled in on her ass, cross legged and immovable if he wanted to push for a little solitude out here. Her shoulders rose and fell under the cover of her sweater, the sleeves pulled down to tug her fingers into like the early morning cold would nip at them. ”Take everything about here with a pinch of salt huh? Not the first time I’ve heard that.” Warnings had been seared into her ears before she’d even left New York. Don’t trust any of them. And she hadn’t, not even the naïve girl.
Mab raked her teeth over her lower lip, amusement tugging at it despite the pinning. The ghost of my insane great-grandmother and a broken heart were the sort of facts she’d be sharing even with a stranger. Joseph had been locked back in her heart as her great-grandmother had forced the deal with her. He couldn’t be used again if she didn’t allow him to be now. ”No rifles on me,” she admitted, tugging at the hem of her sweater to show the empty waistband of her jeans. ”I’m an early riser, figured I’d get the lay of the land and maybe meet a local or two. Guess you can’t get much more local than a guy literally looking to become a part of the food chain out here. What about you? Other than the nap that is.” Stretching out a toe, she prodded his foot again with her own. He didn’t look homeless, not the way she’d seen them in New York, grubby and desperate, bones practically shiny through grimy skin.
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MIKEY BUCKLEY
Kanima
Posts: 143
Age:
41
Occupation:
Line Cook
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Mab Carmello
Played by:
Jodi
Broken isn’t the same as unfixable
Last seen Nov 12, 2024 16:41:49 GMT
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Post by MIKEY BUCKLEY on Nov 9, 2021 21:14:32 GMT
Time outside was limited in prison and the only time he was allowed outside he’d be staring at the blue skies through a cage. But now it was here in all its glory. No metal bars tarnishing his view of nature. He’d never been the type of kid who was at one with nature anyway, but he’d missed the feeling of a light breeze tickling his face or the sunshine warming his face instead of an artificial light glaring down on his face every morning as someone screamed through his door that it was time to wake up. Now there this stranger was doing the wake up call, albeit more gentle and easy on the eye compared to some of the guards who’d be peering into his cell each morning. Instead of the art lightning illuminating his features it was the sunlight coming through the trees. Despite the gentle wake up it still took him a few seconds to shake off that groggy feeling that often spilled over into being moody. There was a familiar ache in his neck which indicated he’d been asleep for more than a few minutes. After sleeping on a mattress for so long the rough bark against his back was comfortable. Even the cold ground beneath him was comfortable. He tipped his head side to side in an attempt to stretch his neck as the stranger spoke. He chuckled, his eyes falling down for a moment. Fuck, compliments always had felt awkward. “Um… thank you” Dark eyes ticked up at the female, a thin smile on Mikey's face. The stranger had chosen to settle in. Engage with Mikey a little more, which was always surprising given his frosty exterior but it was something he’d been working on. There was no need to have his guard so high on the outside, but it was a struggle to be any other way. News on the inside was drip fed to the inmates. There was a television, but the content was controlled by the guards. Either that or someone had smashed it up in a frenzy and they had to wait months for another one. The media had even twisted and turned his own crime into a sellable story. He was painted as the villain in the story. “It’s their job to sell a story” The juicer the better, but there was no denying some of the stories he’d heard about in Mystic Falls stirred a feeling of unease in him. The town was a damn sight safer than New Orleans though and he’d rather risk his life here than back there. Being ripped apart by a wild animal was more appealing than being locked up again. It was a chance for a new start for him. His eyes fell down on his own foot as the female tapped him, before looking back at her. “Oh… no… no I’m not a local I’m from...” He paused for a moment. This was someone he’d just met, therefore, couldn’t be wholly trusted, “I’m from Louisiana” Technically not a lie, but he wasn’t about to spill his life story to a stranger he’d met in the woods. The second stranger he’d met out here, but this one didn’t look like she was about to jump his bones. Thankfully. There were only so many bizarre encounters he could endure after being deprived of social situations for so long. One was enough. Whatever happened between him and the fox in the woods was fun but it had his mind spinning. “I’m an early riser as well, though usually not by choice” Describing himself as an insomniac, yet his body was able to relax in such a vulnerable situation but not in a warm cozy bed. He sighed softly, reshuffling himself into a more comfortable position.
“Not from Mystic falls either then?” Another person who’d been sucked in by the town. There was a moment of hesitation from him before he opened his mouth again, “I’m Mikey”MAB CARMELLO |
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MAB CARMELLO
Witch
Posts: 81
Age:
34
Occupation:
Unemployed
Status:
Interested In
Partner:
Mikey Buckley
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Nov 16, 2024 18:04:55 GMT
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Post by MAB CARMELLO on Dec 4, 2021 22:09:49 GMT
The parks had been scattered around the house, tiny pockets of open space in Brooklyn that would’ve been a taste of freedom but with her great-grandmother’s rules they had just been a faint glimpse of the tallest trees from the attic windows. She could see them if she pressed up tight in the dormer window while the ancient witch had ranted behind her. Shaking like those branches when the voice had cracked and attention had snapped back to her. No time for day dreaming, no time for a life. No time until Enzo St. John was nothing but a grey, rotting corpse. The last vestige of her family’s misery slowly disappearing into the ground while Joseph was drawn back out of it.
She should’ve been happier on the streets in a town like this, the familiar in the black top under her feet and the streets but this wasn’t the first time she’d escaped from the motel, restlessness driving her out into the open. It wasn’t even the first time she’d found someone out here. Mab flashed teeth faintly in a smile as she shrugged off his gratitude. This one was no teenage witch though. There was no power behind that rumble of a chuckle that had come out of him as she’d dropped a hint of a compliment into the half-warning about watching where he slept. Perhaps something though, this was Mystic Falls after all and even the bashful had secrets to hide in thin smiles and dark inscrutable eyes.
With Cassie, and with Tobi, there’d been a reason to dig but those eyes … they made her way to dig without even considering how she could drag him into the ‘rescue’ of the century. There was a story here. Maybe he’d exchange it with her – a fair warning about what went on here for it, although the warnings should’ve been obvious in a town where the nightmarish was a daily basis.
Leaving her foot there, close enough to his own that she could feel the warmth of his solid bulk against her legs, it felt as though the thin denim was drinking it all in. Mab made a low sound of understanding. ”Ah,” she purred. She gestured up towards her mouth with one hand, the sleeve of her sweater still pulled tight over deceptively delicate knuckles. ”I should’ve known from the accent. Not too far from home though.” One of the first pieces of his puzzle set down. Louisiana, another state dripping in the supernatural. Magic practically ran like the neon rain of New Orleans, held down viciously in places by the vampires it seemed ruled the city these days, but still there, irrepressible.
A cluck of her tongue, the sound light as she scooted a little closer. Just enough to draw her knees up again and trap some of that heat around her – as though a few whispered words wouldn’t have had the place aflame, no chance of being cold then. Mab sighed, her hazel eyes narrowing faintly as her lips pursed. ”My great-grandmother never saw much point in laying in bed all day. Everybody had to be up.” Her eyes ticked over him though, looking for some hint in those solid lines. Not a family member dragging this one up by stripping back the covers and clapping hands so bony they practically rattled.
Mab dragged her covered hands back through her hair, shoving it behind her ears as she watched him shuffling around. Not ready to bolt, he wasn’t a cornered animal looking to tear himself free of what was probably the most ‘normal’ conversation she’d had in this town. As he asked about not being from Mystic Falls she laughed. A less vulpine smile this time as she shook her head. ”Thought you might’ve got it from the accent. New York. Brooklyn. Guess there’s a lot of transplants here, huh?” People coming to hide under the cover of the town, people looking to rip them out, people with agendas – like her – and those who ran here for something else.
Mikey here – he’d been the first to find his manners, although there’d been that heartbeat of hesitation there – seemed like someone running from something. Whatever had been in Louisiana perhaps. She shuffled closer, extended her hand, the baggy sleeve of her sweater pooling at her wrist. ”Mab,” she said simply. It had been years since she’d gone by Mirabella, Joseph the last one to call her that as though somehow she could shrug off who she had been made by that woman. ”It’s a pleasure, Mikey. What does a sleeping woodsman do for breakfast round here?” A wing of brow, a flash of teeth. She hadn’t intended it but stories always seemed easier to extract when you sweetened the pot a little. Bottomless coffee, some bacon, enough maple syrup to half drown the town and an atmosphere made for talking.
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MIKEY BUCKLEY
Kanima
Posts: 143
Age:
41
Occupation:
Line Cook
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Mab Carmello
Played by:
Jodi
Broken isn’t the same as unfixable
Last seen Nov 12, 2024 16:41:49 GMT
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Post by MIKEY BUCKLEY on Dec 21, 2021 20:30:33 GMT
There wasn’t much to do on the inside apart from workout and contemplating life. Sometimes he did both at the same time. Press-ups as his mind wandered back to his childhood. Back to his teenage years where it went wrong. He knew he was going to fuck up sooner or later, but never thought he would fuck up this badly. Fair enough, he had served his time, but it was still hard to shake it. Majority of his life he’d spent looking through a window with bars. His muscles twinged at her compliment, but he settled into a smile, his body still resting deep into the ground. At first, he was itching for a female companion but after a while, that itch diminished. Never fully gone, but bearable. He got shoved into that category with the men who were never going to be released. The ones who accepted their fate. The reality was they were never going to lie in bed with a woman ever again. They were going to die alone, surrounded by others who had also taken the wrong track. It was enough to some over the edge, but no matter how dark those days become Mikey couldn’t leave his brother behind. A quick tap of his foot, but she didn’t edge away afterwards leaving him wondering whether he should be the one moving. He didn’t though. He reached his right hand behind the back of his neck, rubbing softly as he nodded, “Yeah. Not too far” Was he far enough though? It was a question he posed to himself every day since he had arrived in Mystic Falls. There weren't too many miles between here and New Orleans, but he had nowhere else to go. It was either running here to Chase or running to his parents. The choice was clear from day one. His parents couldn’t bear the thought of their son being in prison and the visits diminished within the first few months, but Chase was there no matter what. Sometimes it was the only thing keeping him going. His hand dropped onto his thigh with a quiet thud. His body tensed even more as she shuffled a little closer. What was it with women making him feel this way? As if he was a teenager with no idea how to approach a female or even speak to one. He nodded in agreement, “Your great-grandmother sounds like a wise woman” He brought his eyes up to meet hers, a thin smile on his face as he did so. There wasn’t much point lying in bed all day though. He’d tried it in Chase’s apartment, but it was boring. His body ached to do something. Anything. Brooklyn. How could he miss it? An accent he’d heard plenty of times behind bars. The rough guys coming in from New York thinking they were going to own the place because they were a big shot on the outside. It only took them a few days to realize they weren’t shit, “New York, of course… you’ve just woken me up so I’m still tryin’ to get my head in order” The sleep was short but it was enough to pull him off into an alternative reality, “I guess you’re not too far from home either” He did question why so many people were choosing to flock to Mystic Falls. A place that was barely noticeable on a map, but still had stories churning out every week. Soon as he dropped his name she edged that little bit closer. He told himself to relax, enjoy the company of a woman instead of letting himself be consumed by anxiety. “Pretty name” He commented, his eyes meeting hers for a moment, “Nice to meet you too” Maybe moving to this small town might turn out okay in the end. He was praying life would give him a break at some point, although he was praying to absolutely no one for this. The idea of someone higher being in control of everything was absurd. Then again, so was the idea of vampires and werewolves, but look where that got him. The mention of breakfast had his stomach feeling empty. An inaudible growl from the pit. “There’s a few coffee shops about. I haven’t tried any of them though” He wouldn’t even begin to say whether or not the coffee was any good. Everything on the outside tasted better. Even the cheap sandwich from the gas station somewhere between New Orleans and Mystic Falls tasted good. Thin pieces of cheese and one wet tomato between two pieces of cheap bread with minimal sauce. He ate the whole thing in two bites, washing it down with bitty coffee. “Do you um… do you wanna go and get some breakfast?” That sounded better in his head, “Together” He added quickly, before pausing for a second. “Do you wanna go and get some breakfast together” He pressed his lips together, cutting himself off from saying anything more. MAB CARMELLO |
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MAB CARMELLO
Witch
Posts: 81
Age:
34
Occupation:
Unemployed
Status:
Interested In
Partner:
Mikey Buckley
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Nov 16, 2024 18:04:55 GMT
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Post by MAB CARMELLO on Jan 27, 2022 18:25:36 GMT
He didn’t seem all that much more torn up about being away from than she was. Each time she’d tossed a bag into the back seat of the car and had slid in next to Joseph it had been like a cord was snipped in her chest, temporarily freeing her from those choking ties the old woman had wrapped around her. It wasn’t freedom, Mab would always find herself pulled back by those threats delivered in her great-grandmother’s crooning tone, any argument against it turning that sweetness into a sharp slap of sound that could hit as hard as one of those bony hands across her face. It was as close as she could get for now though. Beyond her great-grandmother’s power, not tied to her schedule or her rules. Free to talk. To study. To charm in her own way.
That charm earned her a smile now, one which was echoed on her own face for just a moment. Hazel eyes rising to where he had tried to massage away the stiffness brought on from sleeping on the hard ground, or a discomfort with the comment. That would’ve gone against the smile but wasn’t she the queen of ‘putting it on’ herself? Mab could flick a switch in an instant, turning this vulpine watchfulness into a full on, bone breaking focus that was all her great-grandmother, or dialling it back until all of that brittleness, those carefully held shields, fell away. You had to trust who you did that with though and the only one she had was cold in ground like this.
If she were in his shoes she might’ve squirmed too and not just because New Orleans wouldn’t have been far enough away from her great-grandmother. Halfway across the world wouldn’t be enough until she had severed the tie for good. He stiffened as she shuffled closer, each twitch of muscle practically palpable, like she had a hand on him instead of just that tenuous brush of the toe of her boot against his foot. Mab felt the bitterness flood her throat, building up behind clenched teeth as she forced a tight smile. ”She’s a crazy old bitch,” she said, just enough humour in her tone to make it sound as though she were kidding. Truth was that crazy didn’t even start to cover what was going on in Chiara Meraviglia’s head. ”I guess even the cracked get it right sometimes, huh?” Her great-grandmother had stopped doing that sometime around 1944 though. With each year, each crime she’d just compounded it.
Mab stiffened faintly as she let her fingers slide out of her hair. They curled around the back of her neck, her elbows planted on her knees. She watched him through the slot between her forearms. ”I’ll let you off,” she rasped. ”Not far enough but it’s where I need to be so…”[.b] Mab shrugged her shoulders, fingers rubbing the back of her neck the way his had done only minutes before. Mikey might have only just come around but his tongue was certainly getting to work. Most laconic guys weren’t capable of the complementary. They were grunters, barking out sounds like women were meant to somehow translate. ”Thank you,” Mab said lightly. She wasn’t about to explain the origins of that to him the way she’d tried to with the young witch. Mab folded the sleeves tighter over her fingers as she nodded to him.
The meeting with the Gemini coven warlock had been intentional, the mouthy young witch almost inevitable given when she’d turned her up, this one she couldn’t have foreseen but she’d been trained to take every opportunity. This one wouldn’t have satisfied her great-grandmother – a powerless stranger, bah, worthless! – but the old crone had no reach here and given the choice of going back to the motel room to pace and tear her thoughts apart to figure out how to get to St. John or standing and extending a hand to the man, it was going to be the latter.
Getting her legs under her, Mab rose onto her knees before she stood. A hand was extended to him, although he looked as though he were strong enough to drag her down without an ounce of leverage. There was something about him, even before she studied her from above again, something of Joseph perhaps or just the absolute absence of the stench of magic and blood. ”I could do with a coffee.” Mab flashed teeth again, this time with a little less of the sharp edge, wiggling her fingers down to him. ”Together. Come on Sleeping Beauty. You think they do a decent danish in this town?” She’d have asked about the bagels but any part of her life in New York could stay there for the moment. The memories of Joseph imprinted on her skin, the creak of those floorboards, the smell of frying onions from the hot dog stands – all of it she’d happily shed like a skin for just a moment without the feel of it all weighing on her.
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