Anastasia Andrushkiv
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Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jul 13, 2015 4:07:29 GMT -5
Behind those eyes, who would see the pain that lies inside, secrets she only wish she could deny. But don't run away little girl
.... don't run away.
But what if all she wanted to do was run away? What if all she wanted to do was run away and hide from the world? Well she couldn't really run right now. If she could she would because it wasn't the first time, she was more than willing to pack everything and run far away. So what could she do now. Well one drink, turned into two, then three and four...
How long has she been locked in this room, drinking and chain smoking? A few days maybe? It just seemed like everything was collapsing in on herself. She was collapsing in on herself. She couldn't run... she was so used to running and she couldn't. Not only did the police have a grip on her here but so did three men that she didn't want to leave. Each adding to her life in a simple way and yet they torn it apart so quickly. Fin truly thinking she was whore, Heath with his pity and Knight thinking that she was just living in a daydream...
When she feels the world doesn't care, trying to hide beneath her hair, wondering is she could just disappear. But don't runaway little girl...
Ana eyes flutter open and she realized that she had passed out next to a pool of her own vomit in her tiny little living room, the whole world was spinning now and fading in and out. Oh oh god she had never been this drunk before to the point where she couldn't stop herself from being sick. And everytime she tried so move she just... couldn't. What had she done to herself?
What... what was happen to here?
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Finley O'Brien
Bartender/Hammer
When the world goes to shit, I will still have my family.
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Post by Finley O'Brien on Jul 14, 2015 2:04:24 GMT -5
YOU STUPID FUCKING WH-
Those words, those terrible, biting horrible words, he had said those to her. He had insulted Ana in the worst way possible, and it made him sick. Sitting at Declan's desk in the office, Fin stared down at the papers in front of him.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Lots of Love,
Anastasia
Except he hadn't seen her the next day, or the day after that, or the next day. The first two days, Fin hadn't thought about it, but now he was worried. Not just as an employer, but as a friend more so. Ana understood him, could accept him for what he was, and she comforted him. She was his friend and now she was gone.
"Are you just going to sit there, and feel bad for yourself, Sergeant?" That voice, that arrogant, cocky English voice. Fin looked up, and stood, turning and looking around. "Come on Sergeant. You have a friend missing. You just gonna sit and mope? I don't remember you being like that in France." Fin looked around again, but nothing. Finally he sighed, nodding and pulling a dusty bottle of wine from a shelf, before leaving.
He had left the underground without a word heading towards the slums, he paused only once to purchase a bouquet of flowers. If he was going to go apologize for his actions, might as well do it right.
I'll see you tomorrow.
When Fin reached Ana's house, he knocked but received no answer. Another knock and nothing, looking around, Fin knocked, and again received no answer. Sighing he stepped back, "Hope you aren't in the shower, Ana." He mumbled as he whispered a few words, and was received with a metalic click as the door unlocked, and swung open.
What he saw on the inside though was nothing short of shocking. Bottles and cigarette butts littered her apartment. Gingrely he set the roses, and the wine on a table, as he walked through. "Ana? Ana?" When he stepped into the kitchen, Fin froze, seeing Ana slumped against the counter. "No..."
Running to her side, Fin crotches and shook her. "Ana! Come on you stubborn girl!" He checked her wrist, and felt a pulse weaker than some soldier had. His hand held over her mouth, a wispy ragged breath. Ana was alive, but who knew for how long...
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jul 14, 2015 10:02:19 GMT -5
"Hello I'm the new Headliner, Anastasia Mikhailovna Audrushkiv." The girl said to the man on the other side of the bar, it was her first day in the speakeasier and normally the girl wasn't nervous about opening at a new place. No she was nervous because of what the police had her doing, but it was either this or jail and there was no way she was going back to jail. Like never ever. The bartender held out his hand and she shook it with a smile.
"Nice to meet you Miss Audrushkiv. Finely O'Brien."
Her hand fell away from his and if only she knew then. If only she knew how much she would have grown to care for the man and love him like her own brother. It would have made this alot easier.... It would have made selling them out then walking away all that much more easy but she couldn't now. She couldn't sell them out and she couldn't run... So now she self destructs.
Her name, her name being spoken with a harsh panic to it tone. Desperate to see if she was okay, if she would reply to it and she tried. Ana let out a low groan as her eyes flutter open for just a second, by the world around her was so out of focus she wasn't able to make out who it was. God she had never been this drunk in her whole either life. Like she wasn't sure if she was going to be okay... Crap what did she do to herself?
Come on you stubborn girl!
Fin! It was Fin who was shaking her awake, trying to make sure she was still alive. Her eyes open again and she cough some, all that was left for her to cough up was bile which burned like mad and made her feel sicker than before. "Fin?" She said her voice weak and shaky but still just as delicate as before. Even in her fuced up state, looking and shaking the way she did, she still somehow had that soft pretty voice with the right amount of Russian drawl to it. "I... I didn't mean... it's really bad."
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Finley O'Brien
Bartender/Hammer
When the world goes to shit, I will still have my family.
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Post by Finley O'Brien on Jul 15, 2015 14:33:44 GMT -5
"Why thank you Fin, your such a doll."
"God damnit, Ana. You stupid girl." Finley, knelt neXT to her as her eyes opened, and she whispered to him, it that irritatingly calming voice of hers. Taking her hands in his, he kissed them gently, before scooping her into his arms, and standing. "God damnit Ana."
Fin moved out of the house, going as fast as he coul, while he kept her body tucked against his chest. When people didn't move, he lost his anger. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE WAY! OR YOU WILL HAVE TO ANSWER TO THE O'BRIEN FAMILY. AND TO ME PERSONALLY!" Finally people were scrambling to get out of the way.
Finley cold see the hospital, as he hurried too get the woman in his arms there. He slipped once on the slick cobblestone streets, and went down. Twisting so he was between Ana and the ground, Fin felt his ankle spasm, and grunted as he landed in the mud.
By the time he reached the hospital, Finley was barely walking, limping heavily as he handed Ana to one of the orderlies. "I found her passed out in her apartment... I think she drank too much, there were bottles everywhere, and she was laying next to her own vomit." Moving away, he collapsed against the wall, and slid over to a seat. "Doc, when you get the chance. I think my ankle is fucked..."
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jul 15, 2015 18:45:19 GMT -5
"God damnit, Ana. You stupid girl."
That was the last thing she remember before everything went black again. The whole world had disappeared again just like she wanted but now he was realizing how dumb she was being. Because poor Finn had to find her like this and it was, this was just so her. Typical selfish Anastasia behaviour, thinking the whole world was all about here. Forgetting that her actions affect everyone... Isn't that why she didn't run away this time? But then again was this any better? Because if she had ran away at least they would be left with only good memories and the hope that she would come back again. Now they might watch her die...
Then again neither Fin nor Heath deserved to deal with her baggage. So maybe this was for the best... many this was good.
Her eyes flutter open again and she was no longer with Finn, but with doctors and healers. He got her to hospital? But... 'Oh Finn' she thought to herself before closing her eyes again, 'You are too good to me.' She heard the doctor tell her just to relax and she did, but first "Can I see Finn please?"
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Finley O'Brien
Bartender/Hammer
When the world goes to shit, I will still have my family.
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Post by Finley O'Brien on Jul 19, 2015 14:11:30 GMT -5
"You cut my fucking suit!?" His voice was raised, and irritated, anger in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Mr. O'Brien, but we had to get access to your leg and ankle. It could be broken, sir." The doctor winced as he pulled the shoe off Finley's foot, and exhaled slowly.
"It's not fucking broken! You stupid fuck!" Groaning Fin looked down, watching as his ankle swelled to nearly twice it's size. So maybe it was broken, though he prayed it wasn't. After everything that happened, with Ana, only to have him break his ankle, that would be his l7ck. Still though, he had gotten her to the hospital, and she would be okay. So in truth he didn't care what happened to him, he had driven a friend to almost killing herself. He could deal with a broken ankle.
Grabbing the doctors pen, and a piece of paper, Fin quickly scrawled out a note explaining the situation, and handed it to the doctor. "Make sure that gets to my cousin Heath. You can probably find him at the Underground. Now fucking get." The man nodded and hurried out of the room, just as an orderly was walking in.
"Mr. O'Brien... Miss Andrushkiv would like to see." As the woman spoke, Finley sprang to his feet, and almost collapsed as the pain washed over him. "Give me a hand, damnit."
Leaning on the orderly, Finley hobbled into the room with Ana, and he gave a weak smile. "Morning, Ana..." he murmured, sitting next to her bed and waving the orderly away. "I'm so sorry Ana... this was my fault."
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jul 20, 2015 16:42:32 GMT -5
She kept her eyes on the door, doing her best to keep them open as she watched Finn limp into the room and she frowned. "What... what happen are you okay?" Crap and she didn't have her wand. So it wasn't like she could heal him or anything. Fuck if he hurt himself trying to help her she would never live it down. She watched him walk over to the seat by her bed and she open her mouth to try and say something that didn't sound stupid, what was she suppose to say? She almost killed herself and she didn't mean to and it was...
"I'm so sorry Ana... this was my fault."
"What?" She said looking up at him and blinking some as she shook her head gently. "No this isn't your fault I was just... I..." She didn't even know how to explain herself as she felt her chest became tight with emotion and a lump in her throat. "I'm so sorry Finn. I did this to myself and it wasn't your fault I just didn't want to do it anymore. I wanted to run away but I couldn't so I don't know I did something bad and..." All her words just ran together in a slurred mess as she started to cry.
How could he for a second think this was his fault? Did he not see how in the wrong she had been? Did he not realize that he was the one who found her after a few days who saved her when he shouldn't have because everything she had said and done had been a lie. She was lying to him and herself and she fucked up and she didn't deserve to have him or Heath in her life even if Heath just took pity on her.
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Post by Heath Mulligan on Jul 20, 2015 21:28:37 GMT -5
He had received the letter from Finley not even five minutes earlier, but as soon as he read the contents, Heath had excused himself, gathered his things from the back room of the Underground, and hastily busted through the front door and towards Camden Mercy, which was but a few blocks from the family bar.
He had left Joey back in the facility...one, to make sure the place was closed properly, and two, so that he could strictly focus on his own thoughts without the concern of others. His feet tapped lightly against the pavement of the street, and he rounded the corner of the sidewalk, the option of apparition growing more appealing in his mind by the second.
The news was of Ana, and how she had ended up with a very severe case of alcohol poisoning. Reading Finley's words off of the paper had made his heart flutter with anxiety, and it was then that Heath realized he had to make things right with her. He had to let her know that he hoped she would get better, and that the night they had shared together hadn't left his mind. On top of that, more than anything, he hoped showing up to her hospital room would prove that he didn't just pity her, but he card for her as well; and if, in the end, he still wasn't what she wanted, then so be it, but he had to try.
.............
Ten minutes passed until he found himself within the walla of the hospital, and after quickly asking for directions towards the floor she was on, he apparated to that floor, his remain patience gone. The halls were loud and chaotic, and he practically lost his mind as he peeked into random, occupied rooms searching for her face. After a few more seconds, he glanced into a doorway, and then stopped, noticing the back of Finley's head. Swallowing heavily, Heath stepped into the room, removing his jacket in the process.
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Finley O'Brien
Bartender/Hammer
When the world goes to shit, I will still have my family.
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Post by Finley O'Brien on Jul 23, 2015 3:24:16 GMT -5
As Ana began to cry, Finley shook his head, and took her hand. "Shhh... no, none of that." His voice soft as his hand caressed her hair. "Don't cry, love. It's not your fault, don't cry, shhh..." His voice was strained as he watched her cry. It hurt so badly knowing he had done this to his friend, that he had caused her to try and kill herself.
"It's not your fault Ana. I should not have yelled at you, or hurt you. I'm sorry." Finley squeezed her hand encouragingly, as he kissed her forward. "You'll be fine, love. You'll be fine." She would be fine, she had to be fine. Finley couldn't cope with having the death of a woman on his hands. Let alone a friend. Ignoring the screaming pain in his ankle, Finley continued to soothe her and hold her hand.
When he heard a noisecond at the door, Finley jumped to his feet. His hand dove into his coat, and began to draw out his revolver. As he turned, his eyes found his own cousin, Heath standing in the doorway. Exhaling Fin holstered his weapon and limped to his cousin. "About time you got here. Go sit with her, cousin. Get over there, comfort her."
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jul 23, 2015 14:08:03 GMT -5
There was so much she wanted to say to Fin, that this wasn't his fault and she brought this on herself. All his words did was bring up years of issues she had been pushing away. It also didn't help that she got into it with Heath after who only dragged more of her own selfish issues out and to the forefront. Maybe this is why she always runs away in the end, because if she doesn't she self destructed and might end up taking out everyone she grew to care about with her. "No it's not your fault Finny... I promise it's not your fault. It's me, it's always just me and I am so so sorry." She was finally able to choke out in between sobs, hoping her words weren't too distorted between the russian and the crying.
She heard the door click open and quickly try to swallow back whatever she was feeling. She was expecting it just to be a doctor but no.. It was Heath of all people. But after what he said to her, she just thought he would want nothing to do with her. Ana looked down and ran her hands over her lap before saying. "Fin you should go get your ankle looked at I'll be fine." She whispered as he got up and Heath walked in a little more.
Ana couldn't help but look away, having wished the man would never see her in such a weak position. "I'm sorry..." She said softly wiping at her cheeks. "You didn't have to come you know..."
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Post by Heath Mulligan on Jul 28, 2015 18:55:32 GMT -5
He wasn't surprised to see Finley still with her one bit, simply because that's the kind of person his cousin was. Loyalty was his key attribute, and a definite respectable one at that. With a nervous smile, Heath nodded in response towards his cousin, then wrung his hands together as he planted himself into a chair that was to the side of her bed. She looked...well, she looked so completely different since the last time he had seen her. She was battered in more ways than one, and after another moment of shaking his head, Heath shook his head in disbelief. How could this happen to a woman who already went through enough shit on a daily basis?
"No," he answered, shaking his head again. "Please, don't apologize, and don't say that. I want to be here." Heath told her, his eyes scanning her own. "I just wanted to make sure you were going to be alright."
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jul 28, 2015 21:58:40 GMT -5
His eyes found her's and she looked down and swallowed. "Well um..." How did he expect her to reply to that. He wanted to be here... he wanted to. Outside of Finn she had never had anyone want to be there for her, maybe Knight but they were both suck flakey people that they were kind of weird about wanting to be their for each other. Sure in New York there were alot of people in the clubs that would pull men off of her but that was mostly because she was the star, and the star is never touched unless they want to be. So the fact that Heath was here right now, and telling her that it was okay and he wanted to be here... She couldn't help it and she started to cry all over again.
"I'm still sorry..." She said wiping her eyes and shaking her head. "I don't know what I was thinking I just lost control of everything." That was a understatement, she didn't just lose control, she destroy any that she had left. ut she supposed this had been a long time coming and it was only a matter of time before she did something stupid like this and now she just needed to be forgiven by everyone.
"Can you forgive me? For what I said and how I acted? Because you were right... you were just trying to help and I didn't want it. And I'm sorry..." Ana swallowed back her tears and looked up at Heath, her head spinning slightly so she laid back down in the bed and closed her eyes.
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Post by Heath Mulligan on Jul 30, 2015 22:40:42 GMT -5
His throat tightened as she spoke to him; her tone sad and regretful. Heath listened to her heartfelt apologies and couldn't help but feel pity for her. Even though he knew she didn't want anyone to pity her or to feel sorry for her, he did. What a shitty life she went through every fucking day. Not only did she have to answer to the wills and desires of other people, but she had to deal with her own demons on her own. Although his life was no walk in the park, Heath knew that if things were to ever take a turn for the worst, he could seek help from his friends... or, better yet, his family. He didn't always see eye to eye with Cormac, but at the end of the day, blood was blood and he was in the family, where others liked it or not. The O'Brien family always helped each other out, no matter what the circumstances were.
Shaking his head, Heath swiftly reached forward to dip his hand behind her head to support her as she returned to the pillow. "There's no need to apologize. Really. Do you think I'd be here if I held any kind of unforgiveness to you? I'm an O'Brien," he reminded her with a sad smirk, pulling his hand around from the back of her head to then rest on her cheek. "If I had reason to believe you'd be a threat to me in any way, I certainly wouldn't be sitting beside you."
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jul 30, 2015 23:48:10 GMT -5
His hand came behind her head and helped guide her down which was very much appreciated. She had never felt so weak and shaky in her life and he was being so supportive right now. Really she didn't deserve it but she needed it, she needed Heath to be here and be close and comforting her. She needed his hand on her cheek and though soft words that were still a little rough around the edged. There was something about Heath that... that got her in a way no one else did. He wanted to help her but didn't want her to stop being Ana... He just wanted her to not feel like she had to do the things that she did and that was... that was probably the sweetest thing anyone has ever wanted for her.
But... At the end of the day he could never really be with her. Because she was still her and he just told her as he did time and time again he was a O'Brien.
"Thank you." she said softly, her own hand was shaking some as it came up to touch his own hand and take it in her's. "That really does mean alot to me Heath. Because I know at the end of the day... you still really have no place for me in your life."
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Post by Heath Mulligan on Jul 31, 2015 21:50:52 GMT -5
His gaze dropped to their now connected hands, and his eyes lingered and her milky-white, petite little hand atop of his own. She was so damn...well, little compared to him. Sometimes, although he knew it wasn't true, Heath felt as though she would have, and could have disappeared at any given moment. She was light and airy, as if her whole existence was to show him how weak and defenseless some people were. That's what she was to him, anyway. Not necessarily a damsel in a distress...but perhaps something along those lines. It was true that Ana had made her own decisions about the life she had chosen, but that certainly didn't mean she agreed to being treated like a piece of meat.
A frown found its way onto his lips, and his eyes then lofted back to her own. Hers were tired, yet focused; as if silently demanding some sort of closure between them. He studied her expression for a few more seconds, then sighed loudly, dipping his head to look into the bed. "If I had it may way, there would be a place for you in my life, and me in your own. Maybe, perhaps, one day it'll happen."
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