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Post by tshamien on Oct 4, 2011 15:36:57 GMT -5
Tristan just stared at her for a few moments and then shoved Mikey into her arms. "Get him dried up, put his pajamas on him. There's a banana on the table, mush it up and make him eat it." He said as he stormed into the bedroom, once there he reached for a shirt and put it on quickly. He was buttoning it up as he stormed through the house to the front door.
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Post by Wraith on Oct 4, 2011 15:40:14 GMT -5
Wraith took Mikey and just stood there for a moment, frozen with terror, then chased after him. "What...what are you going to..." She understood his reaction, but the thought of getting someone soaked or worse--someone who hadn't done anything to her, that is--made her sick to her stomach. "Tris, she's not much bigger than I am."
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Post by tshamien on Oct 4, 2011 15:55:12 GMT -5
"I don't beat women," He said, "Never have and never will. I wanna kill her, I wanna rip her fucking head off, but I won't. She's gonna take me to my daughter." he said angrily. "That son of a bitch..." He said to himself. "Stay here until Nevada gets back alright?" He pointed at her and then left, slamming the door behind him.
((oh boy))
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Post by Wraith on Oct 4, 2011 15:59:29 GMT -5
Wraith sighed and closed her eyes. Whatever Tristan said, she had a feeling that Macbeth girl would not be taking him to her niece without a fight. Or even with a fight. She held up a flailing, naked Mikey, who was getting water all over the place, shook her head, and went to dry him off and get him dressed. It was all out of her hands now.
((Yep, this is gonna be fun! By which I mean there maay be bloodshed. *hides*))
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Post by tshamien on Oct 4, 2011 16:03:11 GMT -5
((Haha Poor Wraith....and Poor Macbeth...jeez))
About an hour later Tristan stormed through the doors of the Manhattan Lodging house.
"Macbeth!" he shouted, angry enough that anybody who was in his way would definitely get out of it. He stormed up the steps to the bunkrooms. "MACBETH!"
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Post by Spot Conlon on Oct 4, 2011 16:05:29 GMT -5
(( creeping on this and when Nevada finds out she's gonna flip her shit hahah))
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Post by Macbeth on Oct 4, 2011 17:29:30 GMT -5
((So I'm thinking Beth and Risk would be off to pick up Jo from the orphanage right now. Should we have someone come in and tell Tristan? 'Cause if he waits till they get back...DRAMA.  Especially since they're going to stop to see Rae on the way...and I'm assuming she'll be in labor...and Macbeth will totally stay to help, and THEN pick up Jo, and then get back totally exhausted, with a baby in her arms, to find an angry Tristan waiting for her. ...and this proves that I torture my characters.)) |
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Post by tshamien on Oct 4, 2011 17:39:52 GMT -5
((However you want this to go is up to you, tristan will wait if he has to or go after her. Also rae is definitely in labor lol!))
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Post by tshamien on Oct 5, 2011 11:20:37 GMT -5
Jack immediately stepped out of the bunkroom. "Where's the fire?"
"I gotta talk to Macbeth," Tristan said angrily, looking down at Jack.
"I see that but she ain't here, she left about ten minutes ago...you could."
"I'll wait." Tristan snapped. Jack watched Tristan head back down the stairs and whistled. Boy was he glad Tristan never ever had come looking for him like that. Jack was also getting worried since Tristan might actually kill one of his lodgers.
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Post by Macbeth on Oct 6, 2011 21:57:51 GMT -5
Macbeth came up the steps of the lodging house loaded down with two bags of food, sheets, and medicine--she looked like she was getting ready to withstand a siege. She waited by the door for Risk and Jo to catch up. It had been one of the most exhausting days of her life, what with delivering a baby and all. She just wanted to get to the sick room, get Jo fed and settled in, and have some peace and quiet.
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Post by Risk on Oct 6, 2011 21:59:25 GMT -5
"Sick room?" asked Risk, walking inside and looking at Beth. Jo had fallen asleep on his shoulder and he wanted to keep quiet as much as possible.
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Post by tshamien on Oct 6, 2011 22:02:23 GMT -5
That's when Tristan stood up from his seat in one of the lobby chairs.
"I thought you'd never get home. Started to think maybe someone sent a runner to let you know I came for a visit." He said, he sounded angry, very very angry.
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Post by Macbeth on Oct 6, 2011 22:05:55 GMT -5
Macbeth dropped the bags and almost had a heart attack. She stared at him in horror for a moment, then looked at Risk. "I'll catch up." Her eyes said, I'll kill you fifty different ways if you don't get Jo out of here right now. She turned back to Tristan. "How'd you find out?"
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Post by tshamien on Oct 6, 2011 22:09:11 GMT -5
"A little bird told me," Tristan said with a smirk. Then he looked at Risk.
"You fucking move and I'll kill you." He sneered dangerously.He stepped close to Risk. If Risk was smart he'd stay put.
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Post by Risk on Oct 6, 2011 22:11:44 GMT -5
The second Tristan started shouting, Jo began to wail loudly, moving frantically among Risk's attempts to hold her steady. "Could you at least quit shouting?" muttered Risk, shooting Tristan a look.
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