#dumbnbroody

“Wait a minute -” Brown eyes squinted as she looked at the galaxy renowned Bloodhound just a little bit closer. “I know you.” The name was on the tip of her tongue. Catie knew it was from her old life -- the one that had involved the stupidity of politics rather than the life of crime she had turned to now. This woman was someone’s daughter. She was sure of it.

“Diana? Is that you?” It’s not as if the two had been close by any means. Two children used as pawns in the world of politics. Cute little girls to get oos and ahs from creepy old men politicians who Catie could only wish to sucker punch in the balls now.

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“Tell me the truth… just this once”

It was late at night when Angel came to seek help from Billy, most of the employees had gone home for the night and Billy had just been finishing looking over files for a few potential employees before Angel showed up. He doesn’t bother asking, he can assume what happened, besides getting her patched up first was more important. As the medic patches her up, he stays close by just in case his presence is a comfort. He knows that not everyone reacts well to having wounds patched up when they’re conscious.

When the medic is done, Billy goes over to talk to her and out of a an almost subconscious decision, Billy’s fingers traced along the scar on Angel’s arm. He doesn’t realize he’s done it until her reaction afterward causing him to swallow hard. He really didn’t know what he was thinking with that one. Well, he hadn’t been thinking that was the problem. Maybe they’d both ignore it.

“It’s not a problem, really, though I wouldn’t mind free things.” He pauses and rubs the back of his neck. “Did..did you wanna talk about it? The um, I mean you were probably doing something dangerous to be that soaked in blood.” She probably doesn’t want to talk about it, but it’s the least he can offer.

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The whole night shift had passed so quickly, though most of it was due to Mitchell passing the time, whilst he kept his dark orbs fixated upon the woman who had lingered around the corridors of the Hospital - His night time shift as a cleaner was always interesting, due to all the events that would happen and that would lure him in. Of course he was trying to fit in...be human.

Cleaning the last remnants of dirt from the floor, he placed his mop away and gradually prowled up to the woman, trying to achieve a small kind smile before stopping past her, and turning on her heel.

"Are you alright?" Came his introduction, quirking his brow up before adding "-You seem kinda lost so I had ta ask?" His Irish accent strong after he cleared his throat and offered another wide smile.

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"Turn around, and take your stupid ass the fuck home..." Godfrey large eyes stared into the dazed boy's dark browns, no flicker or movement was made, he had just been absorbed and fixated with the tall upir.

"Then take a few punches to that fucking smart mouth of yours" Roman finished, scoffing as he finished his foul statement. From anyone else's point of view, it was surely odd. The boy that Roman instructed those words at simply turned around and walked mindlessly away...

A sly, smug smile made way to his plush lips until he had wiped at his small perked nose, though his eyes widened in surprise when they landed on the observer from behind... shit. He was being watched?

"Asshole was fucking bullying my sister..." Was all that escaped his mouth, as though he even thought he owed them an explanation. With a sigh that then followed, he made way to push past them. Agitated as he were, least they were dumb enough to know it was just a...simple act. Or were they?

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The circumstances had to change, and with the Manor falling to pieces, Thomas knew he had to arrange for help...Even if he was regretting to ask for it at all.

With the death of his sister, and the loss of friends in the process. Thomas tried to see light in the future and move on from his malicious past. Maybe meeting new people would make him whole again.

Nevertheless. It was too late. The notice was up! - 'Help needed at Allerdale Hall. Food and a room is given in exchange for helping fix up a dismal place. Hiring a handyman for the job!'

Thomas felt the nerves course through him once he scanned over the paper he had stuck upon the bulletin board within the town hall. He knew Allerdale would be quite a journey for someone, that they will easily turn it down, but he had hoped to make his home complete, and a change for the greater good.

After all...No one was to know of the secrets and the dark past he had once carried there... This had to time to move forward, a new life.

“You do know that makes me wanna know even more, right?”

Although he was surprised with hearing the sultry words that seeped from Angel's mouth, Sebastian couldn't help contain that wide set smile that adorned his pale features - Fingers tracing her collar bones.

"And I can promise you that Yours will sound even prettier..." He purred.