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 Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 12:29 am
 MOIRA VONTAGE
Start Date: Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Nationality: Italian
Rank: New Recruit
Please do not post in this thread without Teh Twink's permission.
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 7:40 pm
.1. Moira's Introductory Post by Shee Sian
.2. The Navigation Post
.3. Rules // Access to the Residence
.4. The Resident Italian
.5. The Resident's Belongings
.6. The Resident's Photo Album
.7. Relations
.8. Log of Missions and Interactions
.9. Log of Journal Entries
.10. Quests Needed
.11. Disclaimer
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 10:25 pm
In my thread? There are only three rules. PLEASE follow them, if you don't I WILL be forced to attack you with a rusty spork. Thank you.
I. Do not attempt to buy Moira Vontage, be it her art or her concept. I understand it is supposedly flattering, but if you wanna flatter me for Moi's concept, do it in a cute card. The concept of Moira is MINE ALONE. I worked hard to get Moira. You want a LOTUS agent? Then try to get one from the main thread.
II. Do not post in the thread unless you are on the list. I'd like to keep this thread nice and tidy, you see. If anything? Don't post when there's a RP in progress. Most likely, there won't be, but still. If there is, have some common courtesy. Thank you.
III. Do NOT attempt to STEAL Moira Vontage. The art is NOT copyrighted to me, it is copyrighted to Jyoti, the wonderful artist that she is. This will result in reporting to a moderator if I find ANYONE has stolen the art or concept. That is all. Those Listed May Post:
Jyoti, as the leader of the LOTUS (Wraith Sian/Shee Sian)
Any LOTUS agents.
Anyone dropping off a gift. (Although I believe you must be a member of the guild to do so.)
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 9:39 am
Name: Moira Vontage
Age: 24.
Birthday: December 12th.
Gender: Very obviously female.
Personality: Moira is a friendly sort. She also takes on a maternal instinct for younger kids, but generally she's just social. Moira couldn't get by without being social, so she's always looking for friends. (And enemies, unfortunately, come with the bag.) Moira was raised in the countryside of Italy, so family became a very large part of her life. She doesn't always act her age, and can be very childish and stubborn at times. But generally, she's not, and she knows what she's good at. It's not arrogance, so much as confidence in her abilities.
Turn Ons: A handsome face, kindness, likes children, protective, sweet, gentleman-ish.
Turn Offs: Gross behavior, neanderthawls, egotistical assholes.
History Moira was born in Italy to an Irish man and an Italian woman, both whom had fallen rather hard for one another. It was this reason alone that brought Moira into the world and a loving family. Lucky her.
Her father had escaped Ireland by the skin of his teeth, really, and no luck on his side until he’d met Isabella. When he met Isabella, Liam’s entire life was turned upside down. His original idea was to hide out in Italy until he could return home, when he knew they wouldn’t be looking for him.
He hadn’t counted on falling in love, much less with someone like Isabella. While he was outspoken, loud, and obnoxious, Isabella was quiet and careful of everything. She had been brought up the unfortunate youngest of five, in a family that really had no plans for children at all.
Liam was the first affection she’d ever known.
It was this pair against the world it felt like; Liam running from Ireland police, who had attempted to cross the border and retrieve him, and Isabella running from her overzealous family. When her family had found out about Liam, they wanted nothing to do with either of the pair. Thank Heavens for small blessings.
Liam had managed after a few years to completely evade the authorities, by moving into a house under the guise of Isabella’s Aunt Tilla’s name. He moved both himself and Isabella into the large country villa, without the knowledge prior that two bedrooms? Would be just enough.
Isabella was pregnant.
When Liam found this little fact out, she was already nearly three months along and terrified of what he’d do. Would he abandon her? Would she have to go back to her family? What would she—
She remembered his constant reassurance, right up until the labor and delivery itself. Isabella was grateful for Liam, he was a father now, and from the looks of it he planned on staying that way.
Moira Vontage was born into the world, and into the arms of a loving mother and father.
Liam had kept them in that country villa, not bothering to take her to a school until she was five. She’d been taught to read by then, and read anything she could get her hands on. When she was brought to the school, Liam had left her to play on the playground while he went to talk to the principal. When he returned, Moira had beaten some little boy to a pulp, and she was expelled from the premises for doing so.
Liam taught her from home after that, teaching her not only academic knowledge, but how to fight with her hands, and a few select weapons. Guns, knives, throwing stars, anything Liam could get were taught to Moira. She wasn’t especially fond of it, but Moira knew her father’s reasoning: He’d been in trouble before, and hadn’t been able to defend himself. He didn’t want that happening to her.
And for that, she did love her father and was grateful. By the time she was fourteen and ready to go to High School, Moira knew how to use each of her father’s weapons specifically, knew how to clean and care for them, and knew how to control her anger when she was in public. She was enrolled into high school and met her first boyfriend, Tony, in the ninth grade.
In the tenth grade, Moira ran into trouble. Much like her mother’s sisters before her, she had gotten pregnant entirely by accident with Tony’s baby. She didn’t tell her parents, fearing what they might say, and she told Tony instead. Tony urged her to get an abortion.
He promised it was painless, she wouldn’t regret it. Empty promises from a lying tongue. After the abortion, Moira felt nothing but emptiness inside. She closed in on herself until she graduated, and even then she was more subdued than normal. She spent her life traveling Italy, trying to fill the void that her abortion had left her.
When Moira was taken into L.O.T.U.S., she did not mention this in the interview. In her eyes, she didn’t lie. It wasn’t a question she’d been asked. Moira hasn’t told anyone that she was pregnant. Her parents didn’t even know until after it had happened, or else they would have urged her to have the baby. It was her mistake, and she paid for it. Now, she’s a LOTUS agent, and hoping to use LOTUS to fill the void that a child left behind.
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 9:40 am
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 9:42 am
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 9:43 am
Friends
Shane.
He is... something else. An irishman, and a new friend. He taught me how to play five card stud with my cards. He's also cute. He's an all right man. Full of tales, if nothing else. I'll have to get more tales out of him.
Foes
None, yet.
Neutral
Eponine.
I'm not sure how I feel about Eponine right now. She seemed very stand-offish when I met her in the Training Room. Is she hiding something? I'll investigate further before deeming her friend or foe.
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 9:46 am
Social Interactions
Social Interaction 1:
Involved: Moira, Shane, Eponine. (Also Archer, Aletta, Laurel, Estrelas.)
Purpose: Social Meeting for New Recruits.
Social Interaction 2:
Involved: Moira, Shane.
Purpose: Comfort, getting to know one another.
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 9:54 am
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 9:54 am
To Advance to Level One Execute three (3) successful missions OR Complete four (4) missions
Executed/Completed Missions:
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Pass Wraith's aptitude test
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 9:55 am
Moira's Concept: Copyrighted to me. Teh Twink. Kimberly Bundy. DO NOT STEAL.
Moira's Art: Copyrighted to Jyoti.
LOTUS Organization Breedables/Changeables shop: Copyrighted to Jyoti.
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 12:48 pm
Social Interaction 1.
Area: Training Facility, LOTUS Headquarters.
Involved: Primarily Moira, Shane, and Eponine. (Also Archer, Aletta, Laurel, Estrelas.)Purpose: Social Interaction among the New Recruits.
Source: Thread.Quote: Shane had been hearing it for a while, the steady bustle that was new people moving in. Good thing too, was getting a bit bored by my lonesome, and haven't found Eponine again to have a chat. Wandering the base, he glanced into the training room and spotted a new comer. A male, well thank god for small mercies, Shane was all about enjoying the female... presence, but god did they need some more testastarone around these parts.
Pushing the door in and entering the room, he let the clean air of the room engulf him. For some reason it always seemed that this room though, always busy, had a sort of... sterile peace to it... kind of disconcerting really.
Walking over to the changing area, he entered one of the stalls and stripped his normal wear off in exchange for sweats and a tank. He took a moment to scan the room for the right equipment. Free weights, easy enough.
Picking up the 30's to start, he began to do some curls. And then he saw the young girl twirl in and dancer her way across the room toward the other young man. Down boy, she's FAR too young for the likes of you.
Moira had arrived at the LOTUS organization headquarters, and after finding her own rooms, had begun to explore. Her explorations took her to a room she was certain was the Training Area. With a slow grin when she realized more people awaited inside, Moira came through the doorway and glanced around.
Two males, and a female in a very colorful skirt. She arched an eyebrow, and unconsciously began to shuffle the deck of cards she'd taken on as a security blanket. Finally, she wandered over to the man who wasn't accompanied by anyone, and smiled down at Shane.
"Hello." She greeted coolly, eyes gleaming with a friendly glow to them.
Shane glanced up at the lady who spoke to him. What's this here? A pretty lady indeed. Setting his weights down, as it would be rude to continue, he cracked his back once and said, "Ello there. And who might you be? New recruit?" He smiled genuinely and leaned back against the weight rack, careful to not topple it over.
"I'm Shane." He stated friendly enough and stuck out his hand for hers. "I'm fairly new round her myself."
Moira grinned slowly when she noticed the man acknowledged her, and she tipped her head slightly. In doing so, she managed to discreetly check out the guy in front of her. Not bad. She thought bemusedly, grinning.
"Si." She answered idly. "I am a new recruit. Just arrived, actually." She continued shuffling the deck of cards in her hand, from one to another, while she continued the conversation. "My name is Moira." She slid the deck from one hand to another, and held her now-free hand out to Shane with a smirk. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
Grasping her hand, Shane gave it a firm shake before releasing it. "Tis a pleasure meeting you as well Moira." The dress she wore was a bit more formal than what he was used to and it was slightly mesmerising to watch the cards shuffle from hand to hand, so he focused his attention on her face.
And a pretty one it was. With eyes that could easily lead a man astray. He wasn't sure whether that pleased or worried him. Twas a problem for a later time he assured himself.
"Italian? The accent I mean, I've not much in the way of knowledge of things, but tis a guess." He chuckled gently and hoped he was right, otherwise he'd be looking quite the fool.
Moira smiled a little as she shook Shane's hand, and then nodded to him. "Yeah. I'm Italian." She watched him, and grinned a little, gauging the accent. She decided it was only fair to take her own guess. "Irish, I'm assuming?" The moment her hand was free from Shane's, the deck of cards began to shift from one hand to another. Mesmerizing as it was, the movement almost seemed to make Moira relax a little bit more.
Bored with standing, Moira sat on the mat next to Shane, glancing up at him with a slow grin. He was handsome, if nothing else that alone kept Moira's attention. But she wasn't just looking for a pretty face, she wanted a friend more than anything. Being alone in a place like the LOTUS headquarters wasn't something the social girl looked forward to.
"And the lady gets it in one." He laughed and hunkered down to sit as well. Twas easier to look her eye to eye than to look down at her. And you know, like most the other girls he'd spied around the base, she wasn't hard on the eyes at all. Not that it mattered in terms of friendliness, but twas always a bonus. Speaking of which, it seemed the training room had just become a hotspring of natural beauties.
Finding his eyes darting to her cards again, he forced himself to look her in the face. "You've quick hands with that deck." He chided, "Are they a playing deck or something else?"
Moira grinned with a slightly smug expression when she had guessed right, and watched him sit down in front of her with an amused expression. He had nice eyes--
Stop that, Moi. She chatisized herself absently, watching him.
Grinning sheepishly, Moira glanced down at the cards that moved swiftly, shifting and shuffling together and back into place in mere seconds under her hands. She glanced up with a slow smile, shrugging. "They're a regular deck of playing cards." She admitted, holding the deck up to show the Ace of Spades at the bottom of the deck. "Sort of a security blanket." She added thoughtfully, shuffling the deck again.
Having a loud-voiced woman who didn't sound all too friendly suddenly getting shoved into Eponine's face was not a pleasant experience. Slipping away and putting about a foot's distance between them, she noted the strange quality to her English. As well as the strange topic. "Yes, very nice lights," she mumbled whiel scanning the room for something to help.
Eponine suddenly spotted a familiar face: the Irish man, Shane. She contemplated whether to shout his name to get his attention, or to whisper it and risk him not hearing it.
Finally, she just sort of tried to get herself as small as possible and edge over to him, not noticing this made her look very odd indeed - rather like a vertically-squashed two-legged rodent. "Who are all these people?" she whispered to him, once she got close enough.
Trying to not get dizzy, Shane again reminded himself to keep his eyes up on hers. Which seemed to be just as bewitching as the damn cards... "Do you play games often, or are they just for kicks and giggles?" Whoa, bad Shane, you know where gambling got you last time? That's right you turnip, so keep your money grubbing thoughts in yer head!
Taking a moment to just watch her, he noted down her smile, it was sweet and pleasing to look at; it also brought his own out more often. "Aye, I've a security item as well." He held up his right hand, where a claddagh ring sat on his ring finger with the heart pointing out. "Tis a good luck charm from home, and I've not taken it off since it started there."
Glancing at Eponine as she moved closer, he grinned, "They're new recruits girly, like you and I! Here, this is Moira." He gestured to the lady sitting next to him.
Moira grinned a little, amused, and shrugged. "I can play games, but... I'm not very good at them." She replied idly, the cards stopping and settling in one hand comfortably. Moira grinned at Shane, then tipped her head. "Why? D'you?"
She blinked when he'd spoken of his own security item, and eyed his ring curiously. "It's pretty." She muttered, tilting her head and studying the ring. Then she glanced up with a grin. "Family heirloom?"
Moira looked up at the woman who'd joined them with a grin. "Hello." She greeted, holding her hand out.
Glad that that dizzying race was over, he settled more comfortably. "Oh aye, I can play, though lot of good it gets me. More often than not my mates from back home would pilfer me blind before I made it home with my winnings." He laughed joyfully at the memory. "Since then I've lost my taste for gambling with anything more substatial than my pride."
For a moment, he looked down upon the ring with sadder eyes. "You could say such, twas a gift from my sister. She told me that it was to make sure I always knew which way I was going." Realizing that she may not have gotten the joke, he expanded, "Tis an irish tradition, if the heart points out, the wearer is footloose and fancy free, if the heart points in, the wearer is in a relationship. So, that's why." And that was a rather embarassing story Shane my boy, don't let your tongue go a-wagging like that!
She noticed how he'd settled when the cards had finished their dance, and grinned a little, listening to his recap. A gambler, hm? She grinned slightly, and then shrugged a little. "I never gambled. Knew I wasn't ever good enough to win." Moira glanced around quietly, before looking at him again.
She noted how his expression changed when he talked about his sister, and frowned slightly, listening to the tale quietly. She nodded a little, and smiled at him. "I see." She watched the ring, then looked up at him. "Has the ring ever been turned?" She asked with a devious look at him, clearly teasing.
"And that makes you a wiser soul than I." He commented, "Twas nearly my downfall, gambling, but I escaped her nefarious clutches." He joked, placing his hands behind him and leaning back a bit. It seemed the whole base had exploded and now there were countless people. Twas a nice feeling all around.
"Now now," he smirked playfully, "twas a time in my life when the heart faced the wrong way, but them bonney days are over." He nearly began in on another one of his tales, but stopped, "Aye, and I talk to much you can say. Us, Irish, can't keep our lips from moving."
Twas really a bad habit, he'd probably said two words for ever single word she'd uttered. "So, how about you? Have you any stories to share?"
Moira grinned a little at him, and shrugged, watching him for a long few minutes. He almost went into one of his tales, but caught himself. Laughing softly, she shook her head. "It's alright. Better tales than silence right?" She smirked at him.
Her shoulder lifted and fell as she looked down at her cards, thinking. "There aren't any real interesting tales, to be honest." She glanced up at him and smiled. "I'm just like every other girl out there." Moira was grateful to be average. Special girls always had special problems.
Shane shrugged his shoulders and waved off what the girl said, "Bah, girly, every one's got some interesting tale hiding in the wings, you've only got to bring it out. Trust this irish man, we irish know stories well." Grinning broadly, he motioned for her to start.
"You're not like every other girl out there, I've met them, and they can't shuffle cards like you can, when'd you start learning that?" He'd coax a story out of her yet. It was something he was talented at.
Moira smirked at Shane and rolled her eyes at him. "I know what you're doing, Irishman." She waved her hand at him, amused. "You're trying to coax a story out of me, aren't you!" She accused playfully, grinning.
"I started learning when I was a kid, to answer your question." She said after a minute, thinking. "My padre taught me." She was trying to think of something to tell Shane, and then grinned. "I was a little girl, y'see." She began. "And we didn't live in the city, we lived out away from it because it was safer." She shrugged.
"So, naturally, I didn't have many friends. One night, my padre had his friends come over, and they played cards." She grinned a little at the memory. "There was this one man, Emil, who taught me how to play with cards." She held the deck up. "This was his deck, and he gave it to me when I started to play with cards." She snorted. "He tried to teach me how to play, but... I was eight. I didn't have a very vivid attention span." She grinned sheepishly.
"So there." Moi smirked. "There's your tale."
Sighing audibly, Eponine shook her head. "More humans," she said softly. "I guess we won't be the only ones here," she said, grimacing slightly.
Then she put on a pleasant smile, although it did seem rather cracked at the edges. "I'm...Eponine," she said to the woman in the green dress, although she did not take her hand.
Shane grinned bemused at the lady's story. Knew she had it in her. "Twasn't that hard was it? Though I'll admit you caught me, but I still got me story anyway!" Stretching his arm behind his back he rolled his neck a bit. Sleeping the previous night hadn't went well at all.
Catching Eponine's muttered words, Shane reminded himself to ask her the meaning of them later on. Feeling that the girl wasn't about to let on more about herself, Shane cut in slightly, "Eponine's french."
And it seemed she didn't really want to talk. Which wasn't much of a change for her except when she was asking questions. Mentally noting down in his head, Track down Eponine later. He turned his attention back to Moira, "Well, if you ever want to learn for fun, you let me know alright?"
Moira grinned a little and shook her head, a faint flush coming onto her face. She watched Eponine, and frowned a little, then shrugged it off mentally. If she wasn't exactly social, who was Moira to suspect her of anything?
Other than a LOTUS agent, of course. But she was one, too. She must've been trustworthy. With a slight smile to Eponine, she returned her attention to the Irishman in front of her. "I see." She grinned a little, and looked at the deck. She glanced up and smirked a little, holding the deck out. "Why not right now?"
What could it hurt, right?
"Alright then!" Shane exclaimed, and gingerly took the cards form Moira. Unsure of whether the girl was capable of stacking the deck and was just play coy, he shuffled the cards a bit himself, not with the same ease as her, but well enough. "Okay, the game will be five card stud."
Easily he dealt her and him five cards off the top of the deck before setting it down. "Now, do you know any of the hands or are you green as grass as far as that goes? Doesn't matter if you are, I've a fair hand at teaching 'em." He glanced at his own cards and winced on the inside, not the best thing, but hey maybe she'd win and then it would be all the better. "I'm gonna teach as you would play if there were betting, though we've got nothing to bet."
She blinked when he'd proclaimed they'd play five card stud, and internally winced. What the hell was five card stud? She looked at her cards with a frown, and glanced up. "I... have no idea how to play the game, or the hands." She admitted with a sheepish grin.
"Alright." She nodded a little, and stared at her hand. "Teach on, Irishman." She urged, grinning a little at him.
Feeling a bit embarassed, Shane winced, "ah right, well then, we'll start from the bottom and work our way up." Moving so that he was more next to her than across, he showed her his hand, the ace of clubs, the two of hearts, the king of hearts, the five of spades, and the 7 of diamonds . "We're both dealt five cards to form our hands. I'm sure you know this, but the cards are seperated into four suits, aces, diamonds, clubs, and hearts. In this game the ace can be either high or low. Meaning that it can be the one higher than a king and the one lower than a two." He gestured with his cards moving his ace before the two and then after the king. "But it can't go King, Ace, Two, that's not allowed."
He looked toward her to make sure she was getting it all, "Have you got it?"
Moira listened intently, frowning a little as she listened, and then nodded to him. "Got it. So..." She frowned at her hand, and looked at his, then hers again. "The ace can be lower than two, and higher than five, but not both, right?" She looked at him, blinking. "... Wait." She just confused herself.
"... Nevermind, I got it." Moira grinned sheepishly at him, rubbing her neck with her free hand.
Shane laughed jovially at her flub, it wasn't in a mean way, just and amused at the situation way. "Right." He went through the steps of explaining to her what hand beat what hand and how if hands were the same the 'kicker' would determine the winner. Not sure if she actually got all of it, he looked back at her to make sure, "Am I going to fast?"
Noticing that they were a little closer than he thought, he scooted back a half foot. Wouldn't want her scared. "Do you want to play a quick hand or do you need me to go over anything?"
For the duration of his explaining, Moira intently watched him, or her cards, or his cards as he explained. She didn't seem to notice the distance they'd shrunk between them, too intent on learning the game. It'd be a clever way to pass the time.
She looked up when he scooted back, and smiled a little at him, then looked at her cards. She grinned a little. "I got it." She replied, picking up the deck of cards. She put her cards in, and held her hand out for his. "I'd like to try playing, now that you explained it. I can shuffle." She grinned at him.
Handing her his cards, he hoped he'd done well by her. It'd been a while since he'd done anything like that. "Alright then, you play dealer lass, and we'll see how well I've taught you." Dear god let it be well... Man had to have his pride somewhere didn't he?
Moving back so they were across from each other he stared at her hands waiting for the mesmerising dance of the cards again. Sure and it made him dizzy, but he'd be damned if it wasn't fascinating. "Someday when you've had some more practice we'll wager things, not money or the like, but... food or something." He finished lamely.
She grinned a little, and took his cards, sliding them into the deck smoothly. She began to shuffle quickly, a short dance compared to the extensive shuffling she'd done before. She dealt them both five cards a piece, and set the deck down, picking up her cards.
She glanced at him and grinned. "Sure." She replied, amused. "When I get better, of course." Moira tipped her head, and eyed her cards carefully, then looked at him with a grin. Let the games begin.
All kidding aside, he picked up his cards and examined them. Not a bad hand... could be better, but double infinities with a king kicker wasn't bad. (That means a pair of 8's) Sticking his tongue in his cheek, he laid his two bad cards down. "Two please miss dealer ma'm." He chided.
Keep it up Shane my boy, just watch when she wipes the floor with you... Of course you can always just play it off as if you let her win. But some girls hate that... damn, why do they have to be so fickle... His eyes flicked to hers to try and get some grasp on her hand.
She looked up when he'd laid the two cards down, and picked two up from the deck, holding them out face down. Her own hand was surprising, a pair of twos, two kings, and an ace. She bit her lower lip thoughtfully, remembering what she was told and also remembering that this was a guy. A cute guy. Who probably had a very large ego.
If she won, she'd play it off as luck. Moira glanced up at him and grinned a little, then looked at her cards again. She kept her cards, and glanced up at him with a slight nod.
Well... he couldn't tell squat about her hand from her expression, a very good poker face indeed. And if he were back in his old days, he'd have found someway to put that to good use. Still now he picked up his two cards one at a time.
An eight... this was good...
and a king... VERY good... and his manhood would be spared embarassment.
Glancing back to Moira he nodded, "Alright, now normally we'd place bets one last time, but as we're not betting, we'll just show our hands." Smiling, a bit smugly, he laid down his hand, "full house eights full of kings."
Trying not to be too pleased with himself, he looked her in the eyes, a light smile playing on his lips, "and you my dear?"
She watched him lay his cards down, and her heart sunk a little. Well at least she wouldn't have to play off her winning. She laid down her pair of twos and kings, and her ace, and grinned a little. "Looks like you won, Shane." Moira grinned at him.
"Nicely done." She took all five cards from her hand and his, and shuffled them into the deck. She watched him for a minute, and grinned a little. "Maybe next time we can bet something, yeah?" She asked idly, shuffling the cards absently.
His heart nearly stopped at the sight of her cards, apparently lady luck really liked to smile on her, or the girl completely knew what she was doing. "Jeez, girly, you've a right mind for poker I'll tell you that. We can play anytime, and sure we'll bet something next time... not sure what but..." Don't say strip poker, don't say strip poker, don't say strip poker! Resisting the urge he merely smiled.
"Someday I'll dazzle you with stories of my high rolling days. And I'll teach you some other forms of poker." Grinning, he moved and leaned back on his elbows spreading his long legs out in front of him. "That is if you want to hear and learn."
Moira grinned, and leaned back, watching him. Moira shook her head a little, amused, and nodded to him. "I'd love to hear tales, and learn more." She promised, grinning at the Irishman in front of her. She looked around, and sighed a little, stifling a yawn.
"Unfortunately, I think I should get back to my room." She rose with an idle grin, shuffling the cards again. Moira tipped her head at him and grinned. "I'll see you around, Shane." With her farewell nod, she turned and left the training room to return to her own room.
With thoughts of the Irishman on her mind, of course. And that curious woman Eponine.
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 5:39 pm
Journal Log 1. Quote: Dear Diary,
Dear, dear diary. I've arrived at the LOTUS organization Headquarters, as a new recruit. Exciting, isn't it? I'll be helping this organization fight against Janus and his forces. It sounds scary, if one thinks about it, but... I'm excited. I'll learn new things. Meet new people.
Met, I should say. I've already found a friend in an Irishman named Shane. He's... unique. Not like any I've ever met before. I like him well enough. He's already taught me how to play five card stud, a poker game, with my deck of cards.
Oh il diario, stupisce assolutamente. Lo Shane deve essere l'uomo più bello che mai ho incontrato, veramente. Lo so appena, e penso di lui costantemente. Non sono venuto qui diventare agganciato con qualcuno ho incontrato soltanto per un giorno. Devo tenere a ricordare mie questo. Sono venuto aiutare, non trovare l'amore.
Per aiutare.
To help.
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 7:25 pm
Social Interaction 2.
Area: The Garden, LOTUS Headquarters.
Involved: Moira and Shane.
Purpose: Comfort, and getting to know one another.
Source: Thread.
Quote: "No! Leave me alone!"
Moira turned, running ahead of whatever bad was chasing her. She couldn't see anything, though she was sure her eyes were opened. She heard a snarl, and screamed.
Then she was stuck and sinking, and the blackness closed around her. Suffocating.
"NO!" She yelled, sitting up quickly. Eyes wide, terrified, she looked around her dark bedroom. Seeing and sensing no one, Moira turned and turned her sidelamp on quickly. No one was in the room with her. She grabbed her deck of cards off the lamp, and peered over the edge of her bed.
Nothing. No baddies. It was just a dre--
Something rattled her window. She yelped and bolted off her bed, staring at the window with wide eyes. .... A tree branch. Taking a deep breath, Moira began to shuffle, walking to her dresser.
You're paranoid, Moi. She thought to herself, pulling on a pair of pants and a tanktop. Her pajamas, in a manner of speaking. Dressed as such, she left her room, and made her way to the gardens.
Once outside, she relaxed a little more, and wandered to an open space on the grass. She sat down quietly, and played with her cards, looking down at the deck intensely.
It was just a dream, Moi.
The night, like the one before, was not being kind to Shane. Sleep wouldn't come to him, and writing did nothing to soothe his soul. He'd tried to bang out a few songs on his keyboard... but nothing. It was slightly infuriating, he always was able to fall into his music.
Homesickness tore at him and he kept gravitating toward his photo album of Ireland and his family. Ever since he'd talked with Eponine about it, he'd had a yen to return to the Emerald Isle. But he knew that that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.
Tugging on some sweats and a flimsy ribbed tank, he opted for the gardens rather than the mess hall. More than likely he wouldn't be getting any service there anyway. Bloody bastards and their inability to cook...
Walking through the fragrent scents of the flowers, he glanced up at the moon for a moment before going back to his wondering. Pausing, what was this, a familiar sound of shuffling, peering around a bush he found Moira sitting in a clearing, dancing her cards. Well isn't there a pretty sight? A lovely lady enjoying the moonlight... in certainly less than I last saw her. "What's a pretty lass like you doing out at a time like this?" He asked as he came around the corner.
She almost didn't hear the Irishman's voice, until the last few seconds as he came around the corner. She glanced up from her cards, and smiled a little. The smile was almost completely empty; the Italian was still shaken from her experience.
"Good evening, Shane." She greeted quietly, shuffling her cards from one hand to another like she always did. "What brings you out here?" She asked idly, avoiding his question since she had hoped it was a rhetorical one. Recounting her evening of failed sleep wasn't on the top of her To Do list.
Shane quirked his eyebrows at the sad looking smile she gave him. Something was amiss here. Settling down on the ground near her, he cocked his head to the side to look at her, a lazy smile playing across his lips.
"Couldn't sleep, just couldn't find peace in my room, so I decided for some night air. Seemed as good an idea as any other, and I figured them devils in the mess hall would turn me out again if I tried their kitchens again." Frowning he turned to look at her, "I'm talking too much again..."
You've a bad habit of that boy-o.
Despite the man's tendency to run at the mouth, Moira was glad for his company. It made her feel slightly more at ease to not be alone than being left to her solitude. She offered a smile when he'd realized he was running at the mouth again.
"It's okay." She replied calmly, offering a slight grin to him. "I haven't tried to raid the kitchens yet." Moi stretched a little, and started to shuffle again, looking down at the deck. She wanted to apologize for being so quiet, but in doing so, she knew she'd prompt Shane to ask what was wrong. She didn't want to deal with that, so she remained quiet.
Shane leaned back to gaze at the stars. It was a beautiful night, if not a little cold, but you know they were in the mountains. "Ah, don't trust them folks in the kitchens, they've got naught but fluff in their heads! If you want a real meal sometime, you come find me, I'll cook you up something nice."
There was a feeling that she didn't want to go into whatever it was that was bothering her, so he merely shifted his gaze over to her. "So are you liking the the base so far?" He offered as an alternative subject.
Moira laughed softly, and looked at him. "Careful, Shane. I might take you up on that offer one of these days." She smirked at him a little, and looked up at the sky, the deck of cards left abandoned in her hand. She glanced over when he'd mentioned the base, and she smirked a little.
Sweet of him to offer an alternative subject. "It's big." She replied simply, shrugging. "I haven't explored much of it, but... It's big." She laughed softly, and looked at him. She laid back on the grass after a few minutes, and stared up at the stars.
"Pretty view, huh?" She asked suddenly, staring up at the stars and trying to pinpoint constellations.
"Anytime love, anytime. I've a love for cooking, and if I used a pretty girl for an excuse, maybe those baboons would let me use their equipment." He chuckled and looked down at her as she laid back upon the grass.
That was right, she hadn't been there very long... "I've a had a right good time exploring this place, but you're right, tis big, much larger than anything I was used to. But it's a nice place. The library's an especially nice spot."
Looking back up at the stars he connected his own dots to make constellations. "Gorgeous." He uttered. Much like some other things around here...
Moira glanced over at him for a minute and grinned a little. "Maybe." She replied, amused. "Flattery'll get you nowhere, Shane." She teased a little, before returning her gaze to the stars.
Until she heard the word 'Library'. She blinked, and looked over. "...... Library?" Was it big? Was it full of books? Well. That was the purpose of a library. But still--
Down, girl.
She grinned a little, and stared at the stars. "I like reading." She admitted after a minute, starting to connect dots with a bit of difficulty. Was it her, or did the stars seem like they were moving? She shook her head a little, and closed her eyes, sighing.
"Flattery, dear lady, tis not flattery, tis truth." He chided back. Grinning at her he commented, "The library is huge, and really beautiful. With wonderful chairs, it's the perfect place for reading. So I'm sure you'll enjoy it. I rather like it."
The breeze came and ruffled through the leaves of the plants and he tilted his head back to enjoy it a little. But he could sense her little pieces of un-ease and it bothered him... so, carefully, he eased in... "So... are you alright Moira?"
Smooth... real smooth you jack a**...
Moira grinned a little, and shook her head again, watching the sky. She glanced over and smiled. "You'll have to show me sometime." She replied idly, watching him for a minute and looking away.
And then the inevitable happened. Moi had expected it, of course, but that didn't stop her from flinching when the question left his mouth. She shrugged after a thoughtful minute. "I'm fine." She lied smoothly. Honestly, it was a nightmare. It was nothing life threatening, so in all technical reasoning, she was fine. At least physically and health-wise.
He saw the mood drop around her as he asked and he felt sorry for it. But he was a bit of nosey sort, and so he couldn't help himself from commenting, "You know, tell me off if you like, but you look sad, lass. I was just wondering if there was anything I could do to help ya. I know, I'm a nosey lout, but tis in my blood."
You're a bit of an idiot you know that Shane? She obviously doesn't want to talk about, so what do you do? Bother her some more, cause that's the way to get her to talk. You turnip...
Moira was silent for what felt like two full minutes, before she looked over. "You're sweet for asking, Shane." She started, with a faint smile. "Nowadays, people tend to look out for themselves, y'know?" She shrugged a little, and looked up at the sky.
"It's stupid, really." She added after a few seconds of thought. "I'm acting like the whole world crashed down around me, all over some stupid nightmare that shook me up." Moira looked over at him. "That's all it was. A dream. A nightmare, rather." She smiled a little. "No reason to be concerned, really." Moira offered, to ease his conscience. While it made her flinch internally to talk about it, even mention it, she felt a little better that he'd asked even after noting she didn't feel comfortable. It was nice.
"I'm Irish love, we care. Well the most of us do." He smiled sweetly and reached his hand out to pat her on the shoulder. "If it was bad enough to have you out here escaping, it was pretty bad." Scooting a bit closer, "Nightmares aren't really fair, no way to fight back and all, rather un-sportsmanlike, they just sneak up on you don't they?"
The natural instinct in him was to draw her into a hug, but they barely knew each other and hed didn't know if this would be invading her space. "You want to say anymore? Or you want the annoying Irishman to go away?"
Moira felt him inch closer, but didn't move. She nearly flinched away when she felt his hand on her shoulder, and forced herself to relax a little. Shane was a friend. There was no reason to be scared of him, for the love of ******** looked over at Shane for a minute, then offered a slight smile, shrugging. "Sometimes it's easier to talk about it, right?" Moira sat up from the grass, folding her knees to her chest quietly. She was silent for a little while, before speaking again. Her eyes were distant.
"I don't even remember it, really. I just remember running. I don't know what from, but it's scary, and bad, and if it caught me I know I wouldn't wake up." She muttered softly, staring down at the grass emptily. "And then I'm stuck to the ground, and I'm sinking. Whatever it was catches me and descends on me and then..."
She looked up suddenly, staring at him. "I'm awake. And I'm so scared that I almost didn't get off my bed because I thought whatever it was was just waiting under my bed to drag me and pull me under." Moira looked ahead again, silent now. "I haven't had a nightmare since I was a kid." She muttered softly.
Compassion shone in Shane's eyes and his nature won out over manners. Reaching his arm out he placed an arm around her far shoulder and brought her closer for a hug. It didn't even register with him that he'd done it until it was over. No time to take it back now... "Would frighten anyone lass," he commented leaning his head on top of hers, "there's real fear in dreams like that, so tis no wonder you're still shook up about it."
Rubbing her back, he kept his gript. "Can't say as to why you've got it, but I can tell you, that I'm here to listen to you girly. So, if you're in need of an ear, feel free to use mine. It hears nearly as well as my mouth speaks."
Moira froze in something very close to pure shock when she felt his arm wrap around her and pull her into a hug. Numbly, her arms wrapped around him to return it. She tensed in the hug for a few seconds, before relaxing a little. She'd seen his eyes before the physical action, and it almost made her heart thump harder.
Almost.
She smiled a little, and let her head rest against his chest, listening to him talk quietly. He was reassuring her, and it felt nice to be reassured by someone. She nodded a little silently, sniffing a little. "Thank you, Shane." She muttered, glancing up at him after a few minutes. She was hesitant about pulling away from the hug. Damned if he wasn't comfortable.
There was shock there, oh yes, but also a sense of comfort and acceptance. It made Shane glad that the girl hadn't jerked back offended. That would've been... not so good. It pleased him entirely when she hugged him back, twas like having a piece of home back almost, which made him a little more homesick than he was before. Still, he held her and resisted the urge to pet her hair.
"Tis what I'm here for Moira." He replied calmly, content with just being there. A nagging in the back of his mind kept telling him that he was holding on a wee too long, but he couldn't think of a good reason to let go. Could offer her my room... no monsters under the bed there...
...You're a dog Shane... a down right shameful dog...
"Guess the neither of us will be sleeping much tonight then."
She snorted a little, and shook her head. "I'm surprised anyone can sleep." She mumbled softly, her head pillowed against his chest silently. She was staring at a tree off to the side, for lack of anything else to watch, and smirked a little.
This was nice. Really nice.
Was she the only one feeling that it shouldn't be happening like this? They were here for LOTUS, and... Very clearly, more.
No more thinking.
Moira shrugged a little, and looked up. "You can call me Moi if y'want." She muttered sheepishly. She was used to being called Moi. Moira sounded insanely formal.
"Moi?" He murmured more to himself than to her, "I like it, tis cute. Can't rightly shorten my name really." He mused. It was hard to not say about how she fit... just fit right there... Tis proof Shane, you've not had yourself a girl for... well let's not go into that... He smiled at the thought.
"So," not changing their position at all, "why'd you join Lotus Moi?"
Moira relaxed a little more against him when he'd used her nickname instead of the full one, and she grinned a little at his question, shrugging innocently. "For the adventure." She smirked at him a little, and then relaxed. "And... Well. I just wanted to be able to help stop Janus."
She remembered her interview with Wraith and grinned a little. "What about you?" She glanced up. "Why'd you join Lotus?" She asked with a curious smile. She still couldn't quite get over how nice it felt to be settled in against Shane, but she didn't question it. She did inwardly thank whatever God was listening for keeping him from moving her out of his arms, though.
"Ah adventure is it?" Grinning he looked down at her, there was still much to find out about this new lass, so much he didn't know. "You've a good heart in you to want to stop Janus, tis a grand goal to be sure."
Frowning a little, he thought of how best to word his answer, "I didn't have much of a life waiting for me anywhere else. Twas the best place for me at the time so I signed on and the decided to have me. I'm not the sort that would be driven for adventure, I like it just as well as any other, but only if it finds me I guess." It was the truth, through and through, and it was a complete answer. So it would have to do. "Don't think Wraith liked me very much though, I'm actually surprised I was accepted on."
Moira listened to his answer, and frowned curiously. Mysterious man, Shane seemed to be sometimes. Of course, she doubted she was an open book herself, but it was refreshing to have a mystery lied out before her. She smiled up at him, amused at his last comment about Wraith, and shrugged.
"I didn't really get a feeling for Wraith liking me or not at the interview." She admitted sheepishly. "At first, I don't think he was overtly confident with me, but... In the end, I got here, right?" She grinned a little, and closed her eyes, amusement in her smile.
"All you had to do was hypnoize him with those clever hands of yours and that deck." Shane joked, but somberly finished, "Aye, we both got here in the end, so it would seem there's something worth keeping in the both of us."
Looking up at the stars again, he began to notice all the differences... you couldn't see this pattern from Ireland, and where was that constellation, and why did that look upside down? It never really hit him how much the night sky differed from place to place.
"I'm glad you got here," he said casually, "You're a good lass."
Moi smiled a little and nodded. It was sweet, sort of, what he'd said. She glanced up at the sky, at the stars for a minute or two, before closing her eyes again. She shifted a little, and realized with a slightly agitated grumble that she was wearing a tanktop, and it was very clearly getting colder out.
She looked at him after a minute, and grinned a little. "I'm glad to have met you, Shane. You're a real friend." Moi said after a few minutes, grinning up at him.
"Ah, you're kind with your words." Feeling goose bumps on her arms, he felt some of his own appear in return. "And you're going to freeze out here, I just realized." Mentally cursing himself, he drew away from her slowly. "I'll be right back love. Don't go no where."
Racing back toward the building, he sprinted down the hallway and crashed into his rooms. Drawing the blanket off his bed, he took it and ran back toward the garden. It was a bit silly actually, but he wanted to spend more time talking with her.
Arriving back in the clearing, a little out of breath, he presented her with the comforter. "And here's the cure to keep a body warm, aside from a strong pull of whiskey that is. But I'm not thinking that's what this night needs."
She blinked when she felt him get up, and laughed a little. She watched him sprint off to go to his room, and she sat up, hugging herself comfortably. When he returned with the comforter, her eyes gleamed.
"Aw." She took the comforter from him so he could sit, and then, after steeling herself with the thought that if he was comfortable enough to hold her before, he would be now, she situated herself back in his arms, and wrapped the comforter around both of them.
Significantly warmer, she looked up. "Thank you." Moi smiled at him. "Now." Her eyes gleamed. "You said you were full of tales. Care to indulge?" She asked with an innocent if not impish look in her eyes.
Raising an eyebrow as she settled in against him, he let his arms come around her again and felt the blanket fall upon them both. It was... nice to have someone want to be with him, and it lifted his spirits after missing home so much.
"You're welcome lass." He replied with a smile and looked up toward the stars. "Aye, and so I did, are there any type of tales you're fond of? I've a great many to choose from, so I'd like to tell you something you'd like to hear."
She smiled a little when she felt his arms wrap around her, and closed her eyes a little, relaxing against him. She blinked curiously when asked what sort of tales, and smirked a little, looking up at him.
"Childhood tales?" She asked innocently, eyes gleaming. "I'll share mine if you share yours." She offered in a sort of sing-song voice.
Shane smirked at her tease and shifted a little settling into the blanket comfortably. "Alright then," he began. There were few things in his life that brought him great joy, telling tales, writing music, and cooking, happened to be them. "A tale from me childhood?"
Pondering which tale to tell, he settled on one he thought would amuse her. "When I was a young lad about 7 or so, I was out in our fields playing with my brother and sister. Let's see here... Aidan would've been 8 and Breena would've been 6. Anyhow, as all good kids from County Clare could, we were climbing trees. Now, Aidan liked to think he was the king of the tree and climb higher than was safe. A bit of a fool was our Aidan. Breena's back on the ground this day, screaming at him to come down before he breaks his neck, but myself, being as much a fool as my brother, had pegged this the day that I would climb higher than he.
"He's already a fair ways up when I start to reach the danger zone. There's Aidan, clinging to a flimsy branch hollaring at me to go back down that I was too heavy and what not. And of course I'm thinking he only wants the tree to himself, so I keep going. Didn't take long for the tree to start leaning to one way." Shane demonstrated such with his hands. "Now he's screaming, and I swear to god I think he was crying, and I'm freaking out wondering what to do, and Breena's on the ground yelling about how she'd tell ma on us. Which WAS a large threat back then. When suddenly, there was a thick cracking noise, and it didn't take a genius to say Aidan and I were in for a fall." Shane paused for dramatic effect. "Imagine yourself in my shoes, if I held on any longer that entire part of the branch would fall right on me. So I did the only logical thing, I jumped off the cursed thing. Never have I hit the ground so hard as I did that day, but I can't say the day wen any better for Aidan, with the loss of my weight, the tree snapped back a bit and it sent him flying. I'd wager he was in the air a good 5 seconds before he hit the ground. Turned out he broke his left arm in two places and cracked two ribs. The boy-o's skull is thick as anything though, so his turnip of a brain was left intact. I got grounded for a month after that, but never again did Aidan rule the trees."
Shane sighed, a grin on his face. It'd been a while since he'd told that particular tale. "Well? Have I bored you yet?"
Moira stared intently for the entire tale, and when it was over... Could not HELP but laugh. She laughed enough to snort, and covered her mouth, eyes wide. She snorted!
She blushed a deep red, and kept her hands over her mouth. She mumbled through her fingers something or other, and finally uncovered her mouth. "I can't believe I just snorted." She mumbled in a childish voice. "That was... Wow." She blushed, rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly and then hiding in his chest.
She snorted. Smooooth.
Grinning and laughing a bit himself, Shane merely hugged her tighter and kept laughing until it stopped. "Ah lass," he said between breaths, "Twas a cute snort at least!"
Feeling friendly, he leaned his cheek down upon her head. "Alright girly, your turn, where's your childhood tale? I'm all ears." He hoped that all this was taking Moira's mind off her nightmare and on to the lighter aspects of life. Reaching a hand out from under the blanket he snapped a single white bloom from a nearby plant off it's the branch and brought it down to hold in front of her.
She grumbled a little internally. It was still a snort, even if he did think it was cute. She resigned herself to it, though, and smiled when he held the blossom in front of her nose. She took it, and slid it smoothly into her hair, before closing her eyes and thinking.
She grinned. "I'm an only child, right?" She looked up. "And me and my parents, we lived out in the country so we wouldn't get in any trouble or anything." Moi grinned slightly. "Well even then, I got into trouble a lot. My dad took me to the city one day, because I was goin' to get enrolled in public school and everything. So he tells me, 'Go play in the park, Moi'."
She sat up a little, amused. "As his little girl, I was always up my dad's arse, but I listened this time and went to play at the park. Well this jerky brat shoved me when I was on the swings. So, I hit him." She shook her head. "And he had the balls to hit me back. So I got him down, and started beatin' the everlovin' s**t outta the kid." She shook her head. "My dad pulls me off, and the principal tells me dad I'm too violent, that I can't go to the school until I can control my temper." She snorted.
"I got expelled before even really settin' foot in the school." She grinned. "Had to get homeschooled until I was fifteen."
Shane listened as Moira weaved her tale of childhood, chuckling a bit as she talked about her fight and her colorful wording. Twas like home it was. Though, fights or not, Moira still seemed much more refined than Breena ever was. "It sounds like you've a bit of Irish in you then lass."
Using the flower as an excuse, he casually leaned down to sniff it and her hair. The lady had a lovely scent to her and he found that he'd enjoy doing more of this. Of course... twas only his nature to be such, but that was what he enjoyed about himself.
Moira grinned a little at the comment, and then shrugged. "I might." She replied idly, thinking about her father. She shook him out of her mind and looked back up at him with a grin.
Moira watched him for a few minutes, thinking curiously about her next question. It'd come out personal no matter how she asked it, but for simplicity, she kept it to a minimum. "Tell me something real." She requested, watching him. "Something... nobody else knows."
Shane rested his chin on her head for a moment, pondering her question. Something true... something nobody else knew... well... geez... He stayed silent for a long moment, "Okay, hmmm... tis a tough question... I've got one for you though, I've a strong yen to become a famous song writer. All me friends at home knew I liked to play music, but no one really knew I liked to write it."
It wasn't anything spectacular to say, but it fit her perameters. Turning his head so his cheek laid atop her head, he asked, "Alright then lass, tis your turn, true and unknown."
Moira blinked owlishly at Shane when he'd confided that he wanted to write music, and then she grinned at him a little, nodding. "I see." She muttered thoughtfully, before glancing away and frowning.
Now it was her turn, was it? Moira thought for a long, long minute, and then grinned. "I have an issue with my arms." She held her arms up, and waved. "See? Jiggly. Jiggly arms." Moira laughed, leaning back into him.
Shane laughed at her demonstration. "Me thinks you've cheated on this question." He gave her a casual squeeze. "Tell me something meaningful that's true and un-known, not that your issues with your arms are anything to sneeze at." To emphasize he laid his hand against hers and trailed it up her arm.
"Though, to be honest, I see nothing wrong with them." He commented after returning his arm to where it previously laid.
Moira shivered when she felt his hand run up her arm, and blushed a little, rolling her eyes at him. "Yeah, but you're supposed to be sweet and encouraging." She smiled a little at him. "You're not supposed to be honest." Moira stuck her tongue out at him, then grinned.
Moira took on another thoughtful look, before glancing at him. "I think, eventually, when this is all over... I want a kid. Not many, just one." She admitted quietly, looking up at the sky and shrugging. She glanced over, and smirked at him. "Real enough for ya?"
Shane thoughtfully brought his hand to his chin. "A kid eh? I'm sure you'd be a great mum." Kids... or rather child... twasn't something he could see himself having any time, but it was a pretty thought to think of Moira glowing with maternity.
"Twasn't just sweet and encouraging, twas honest as well." He laughed a little, as he would've said the same thing even if she didn't have lovely arms. Not anything wrong with being nice though.
Moira nodded a little and watched him quietly, then grinned a little. "Thank you." She muttered quietly, looking down at her hands in her lap. They were over the blanket, but nonetheless, in her lap and locked together. Her thoughts distracted her fora few minutes, before she looked up. She grinned at Shane.
"I'm sure." She smirked at him with a wicked, if not amused grin, an then closed her eyes. She sighed a little, and watched him. "It's late." She muttered, but didn't move to get up.
"Y'alright lass?" He asked cocking his head to the side so he could peer at her hands in her lap.
Grinning down at her own smirk, "Sure, turn your head to compliment. Makes no never mind to me lass, cause your thoughts can't change the truth." Listening to her comment he checked the stars again, twas getting a bit late. "If you've a mind for sleep than I'll go and check under your bed for monsters if you like." He chided.
Moira looked up at him and grinned a little, rising. "I'm a big girl. I can check under my bed, y'know." She replied, easily avoiding his previous question. She hugged the blanket around her childishly, watching him and waiting. She'd at least walk with him inside.
She watched him for a minute, and seemed to be thinking, and then in a tiny voice as she walked towards the garden, she spoke again. "... Of course, if you don't mind checking..." Reduced to a two year old. She thought quietly, a blush creeping up her neck.
Raising himself, he stretched out his tall frame. He smiled at her comment but didn't bother to make a sarcastic comment at her request. "Sure, and I'll check for you lass." He waited for her to lead the way while he stuffed his hands in his pockets. Twas a strong urge to hold her again.
Tis been too long since you last held a woman boy-o.
Moira nodded at him a little, smiling gratefully at him, and led him up to her rooms. She peered in after opening the door, before entering and walking to her night stand. She turned the lamp on, and looked around again, sheepish.
"This is it." She muttered, shrugging a little and looking around. "Home sweet home." Moi smiled at Shane.
Shane followed her and entered her room behind her. It was spartan and neat, and obviously she hadn't finished with it... or rather he hoped she hadn't finished with it. Course, not everyone decked their walls with countless pictures and art. Nor did they make a mess of a desk or cram a keyboard into the space. So maybe she had the right idea.
Walking over to the four-poster bed, he knelt down and put his head low to the ground to check under it. Straightening, he turned back to her with a smile, "Nope, no monsters here lass, so sleep easy." Cocking his chin up into a smug look he added, "And if ye ever find one, I'll come and wrestle the beast back to hell."
Moira smiled while watching him kneel down to check beneath her bed. When he straightened, she walked over and hugged him. "Thank you, Oh Noble Knight." She grinned and kissed his cheek, stepping away. "I'll see you later, then, yeah?" She asked with a grin. Being around Shane just made her happy.
Too long, Moi. Don't get heartsy on him.
Twas with a glad heart that Shane smiled after she kissed him. Who knew the lass had such soft lips. Resisting the urge to pull her back and kiss her properly, he replied, "Sure, and some night when you raid the kitchen come find me."
Giving her one last nod, he turned and left her room heading for his own. Well then boy-o, that was... interesting... who'd a thought this night would've held that for you? Can't say it was much of a burden though, pretty lass that Moira. Bet she could kiss real well...
Not that we're going to test that theory anytime soon, wouldn't be a good idea probably.
And since when were you the king of good ideas?
Not the point... helluva looker though...
It wasn't until Shane reached his own bedroom that he realized he'd left his comforter with her... I'll get it tomorrow. Settling down at his keyboard, he began to write something new.
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Posted: Wed Sep 13, 2006 7:35 pm
Mission 1: Tangerine.
Area: Las Vegas, the party of the son of a Prince.
Involved: Shee, Moira, and Amilane.
Purpose: Gather any information deemed important.
Source: Thread.
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