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Post by Maureen Brady-O'Brien on Jul 23, 2015 14:18:06 GMT -5
Oh, she knew. She'd known the moment it had been revealed that Professor Antonucchi was in the hospital. Maureen couldn't help it; she was beside herself with joy. It was certainly unladylike of her, but what did that matter? She didn't have to be ladylike. In some ways, it was freeing to know that she was now too mutilated to attract a man.
The moment she was released from her last class of the day, she found herself running down into town, pelting around corners, nearly mowing down random passersby with her speed and jubilation. Wild red curls tangling behind her, breaths coming quickly and heavily, relief flooding every bone and joint and sinew of her body ... oh, it was marvelous!
She flung open the door to the Underground and immediately caught sight of Fin, doing what he was always doing at this time of day: checking the stock, preparing for a busy evening. She didn't even pause to catch her breath; she simply launched herself at him, throwing her arms around her brother, and suddenly realizing that she was laughing and crying at the same time.
"Fin ... Finley ... you're the best brother any girl ever had!"
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Finley O'Brien
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When the world goes to shit, I will still have my family.
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Post by Finley O'Brien on Jul 24, 2015 2:31:55 GMT -5
Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack.
Finley shook his hand as his knuckles popped in quick succession. So maybe it hadn't been the smartest idea to bare knuckle the side of Pietro's head. Still it had felt great at the time, and was a great way to relieve his anger. Now though it hurt to even pick up a bottle of whiskey, let alone continuously use his hand all day. Sighing, he rubbed his knuckles and continued stocking the bar for that night. Finley only paused long enough to pour a glass of whiskey, forgoing his usual tea in light of the things that had happened.
Shaking his hand again, Fin lifted the glass to his lips, savoring the cool burn of the liquid that slid down his throat. Sighing, he looked down at his hand and winced suddenly. Maureen. What if they took their retaliation out on her, for what he did. Fuck, Finley was a damned idiot, what had he been thinking? They would certainly go after her for this.
He was so wrapped up in his own moment of panic he never saw the girl enter. It wasnt until he felt a body slam into him, and her voice touch his ears, that Finley broke from his thoughts. Slamming into the bar, he could only laugh, as he turned and wrapped his arms around his sister.
Picking her, Finley smiled, and kissued her cheek, as he spun around. "Best brother ever? I don't know about that dear sister. Though I do try." Setting her back down, felt continued to hold her in his arms.
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Post by Maureen Brady-O'Brien on Jul 28, 2015 14:05:59 GMT -5
"Don't argue, just believe me. The best ever in the entire history of the world." He set her back down on her feet, and she continued to cling tightly, pressing her face against the hollow where his neck met his shoulder. It was the coziest, safest place on the planet. Fin was her brother and nobody else's. Maureen was overwhelmed with emotion as she stood there reveling in the safety of her brother's love. Still laughing and crying, she relished the warmth and the closeness and the comfort.
It wasn't until a few minutes later that she realized she was being terribly selfish and that maybe he had been injured. She pulled back with a sudden look of concern. "Wait, did you ... did they ... ?" She searched his face, turning it first to one side and then the other. She stepped back to survey him, noting only the swollen bruising around his knuckles. Well, that would be no problem. With a sigh and a shake of her head, Maureen pulled out her wand as she held Fin's injured hand in her own.
"You know, Fin, you need to learn some healing spells. Episkey!" With a few popping sounds, the knuckles shifted back into their proper places. "Inalgesco!" A soothing blue mist enveloped Fin's hand, bringing down the swelling and numbing the discomfort caused by the first spell. "There you go," Maureen finished, putting away her wand with a grin before standing on tiptoe to kiss Fin's cheek.
A quick grab at his whiskey glass, and she had downed half of what was left. Screwing her eyes tightly shut, she winced against the burn of the liquor making its way down her throat.
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Finley O'Brien
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When the world goes to shit, I will still have my family.
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Post by Finley O'Brien on Jul 29, 2015 1:58:20 GMT -5
As Maureen fussed over his hand, Finley rolled his eyes. "You know, I'm know a c-ugh" the grunt was as audible as was the sound of his knuckles as they popped into place. Grabbing the bar as he inhaled, Fin scowled as Maureen snatched his whiskey. Watching the girl suck the drink down, Finley chuckled as she gasped.
"Burns, don't it, sweetheart?" He joked, as he kissed her forehead. Pouring another glass of whiskey, he held it out to her, and raised and eyebrow. "You want another? Or would you rather have a brandy, or two?" Fin was willing to go lax on his sister tonight. She had been through a lot, and she had eared the right to cut loose for a night. So, gingerly he lifted her up, and set her on the edge of the bar, and smiled. "So, my little Angel. What will it be?"
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Post by Maureen Brady-O'Brien on Jul 30, 2015 19:05:42 GMT -5
A sympathetic look smoothed her brow when Fin grunted. "Yes, that spell has always looked painful. But now you're fixed and the pain will go away!" A little grin, and her eyes took on a faraway look as she considered exactly how he had messed up his hand: hitting Pietro. Slaying the demon. Oh, next time she saw that awful professor, she wouldn't be afraid. In fact, she would smile sweetly, safe in the certainty that he would never touch her again.
Part of her wanted to continue lavishing him with praise and affection, but she knew that would be awkward. He would go all strange. Better just to sit here and be safe and take advantage of her status as beloved, injured sister to do what she'd wanted increasingly to do for the past weeks: get completely drunk. She'd never done it before, and now she wanted to try it out.
So she snatched his cup, gulped from it, winced, and almost immediately found herself lifted up to sit on the bar. Giggling with glee, she accepted the glass of whiskey. "I like it. It's harsh, but there's something nice about the harshness. Thank you, Fin!" Maybe later he'd even let her try a cigarette! Or would that be pushing her luck?
She took a smaller sip of the whiskey this time, looking around at the employees bustling about, getting ready to open for the evening. She didn't have to worry about being scolded for being behind the bar. After all, she had always been the sweetheart of the O'Brien speakeasy, and now, after everything that had happened, she knew she had only to pout and she would have the run of the place.
"I can teach you healing spells. They're not too difficult. Oh, hey, do you know I saw your friend at school? Mr. Reed? He's nice. I showed him how to get the grasshoppers to sing! I think he was amused."
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Finley O'Brien
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Post by Finley O'Brien on Jul 31, 2015 22:38:54 GMT -5
Leaning back against the opposite side of the bar, Fin watched his sister as he struck a match, before lighting his cigarette. Pointing at the glass in her hands, Fin raised an eyebrow, "You just worry about that, angel." Taking a drag from the smoke, he smiled and poured another glass for himself, before raising ir to the air. "Here's to the girls that give light to the darkness."
Finley smiled as he watched his sister sitting on the bar. She was perfect, even after what that bastard had done to her. She was perfect, bebecause she was his sister, and he would alway have her.
"Fin! Fin!" Finley looked up from what he had been doing just in time to dive forward, and catch his younger sister as she tripped and almost fell on her face. Sitting cross legged, the young boy pulled his sister into his lap, hugging her as her tiny arms wrapped around his neck. "What are you doing out here, angel?" He asked as his sister just clung to him. When no answer was forthcoming, Finley pulled her off his lap, and stood, raking her hand. "Hey, you want to help me find some plants for my potions class?" Watching the little redead nod, and smile up at him, Finley grabbed his bag, and nodded, "Well come on then, little angel. Let's go."
Finley smiled, and blinked, looking down at the ground, before inhaling deeply. Maureen was perfect, no matter what anyone said, or did. "S-so..." he paused, took a drink of whiskey, and inhaled again, "So, you think you can teach me, something? There is an entire list of professors that would argue that fact, sweetheart."
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