Post by Kyra Reid on Aug 17, 2015 4:34:54 GMT -5
Chilly November nights always reminded her of childhood. Being outside well into the evening, the snow in her hair and chilling her right to the bone. She could still remember the way her fingers would turn blue and her ma would tell her if they got any bluer they would fall off, as Gawain tucked his coat around her and carried her home. She missed those nights, seemed so simple even if she was worrying her family half to death by staying out way later than any young girl should in the hopes to make a few extra coins for her family.
Tonight though was like a good thrown back to those, standing her smoking and all bundled up in her warmest clothes... Which granted weren't that warm. She had on fingerless gloves because you can't grip anything when you got real gloves on, a coat that was burned and torn up thanks to a few dragons. A old black sweater her ma got her when she was seventeen, and then your normal vest and shirt and pants and all that lovely ready hair tucked up and away.
It was like being young again really, shivering and watching her fingers turning blue because of the cold and the snow and praying that smoking would keep her warm but really it was doing little good. Just calming her nerves. Finally though the boat she was waiting for rolled in and she smirked but didn't move, just stayed leaning against the poll with a cigarette hanging between her pales lips. Once they docked and the few of the crew members started to come off she finally spoke "Took you fuckers long enough. Though I was gonna freeze to death waiting for ya."
"Sorry Miss Reid, we got stopped by another boat blocking our way. Late night fisher or something." Wait that wasn't right... Late night fishing in the middle of November when half the fucking hudson was starting to freeze over? She shook it off and just turned her attention back to the job at hand. Right now she needed to be the woman these men had come to see her as. She quickly had become their boss and respected her as soon as they heard what she had helped Fin do to Pietro Antonucchi. Her gender quickly became a non issues, she was one of the boys really; and more importantly, someone to be feared.
"Alright boys you know the drill, quick and dirty. Load it in and get the boat out." She said hearing the normal replies of right away ma'ma or got ya Miss Reid which made her smile some. "And be careful with the whiskey. Last time you lot broke a whole case, and that shit comes out of my pocket you know!" Or it's just not money she can put towards that debt that was still looming over her head... though she was getting closer and closer to paying it off.
But when she does, is she really gonna leave? Go back to chasing dragons? Now she thought of these people as her family and Fin... Fin...
"Oi! Miss Reid quit dreaming about your little lover boy and take a look at this." Arthur, one of the younger boys she had grown to have a slightly fondness for yelled at her. Apparently word got around about Fin kissing her at the gala and the teasing was a little annoying but she just never made comment about it. Let them think what they wanna think. You know it was days like this she missed New York, small towns like this everyone knows everything, bis cities you can do whatever you want.
There was a crowd around the dock and shet she pushed her way to the front. "Alright alright hey back to work you fuckers come on. We all want to get the fuck home. Stop looking out on the river and get to work!" Once most of the guys wander back to loading the crates back into the Warehouse she lifted her cap and peered out into the darkness to see what everyone was calling her over for. It was a boat... What the fuck was another boat doing out this late and doing in O'Brien water?
"Hey Miss Reid, that's the same boat from earlier. You don't think it's lost do ya?" Arthur asked and she shook her head.
"I don't know Arthur..." She said pulling out another cigarette and lighting it as she watched the other boat get closer and closer. Finally when she could make out the first few crew member she said. "Oi! You are in a restricted area, so if I was you I would piss the fuck off."
There was no reply, just a boat pulling in closer and closer to the dock. Kyra eyes narrowed as her hand moved into her pocket and onto her wand. "I'm warning you now. Get the fuck out of here or I'll..."
"Or you'll what Miss Reid?" How the fuck did they know her name? What the hell was going on here? The next thing she knew two little word was leaving someone lips, and she didn't have time to draw out her want to stop them. "Lacarnum Inflamarae!" Those two little words was all it took for the boat to be set on fire and for her to be thrown backwards, right onto her ass due to the explosion.
Then all it took was another second to have a Antonucchi thug right on top of her with his wand to her neck. "Kyra Ried... everyone has heard alot about you. You kind of the talk of the town right now." The man said with his wand digging more into her neck. Due to the way he was straddling her she couldn't quite reach for her wand, and her switchblade was just out of reach as well. "Torturing Pietro, killing a student and a teacher, trying to light the school on fire. You must be the O'Brien's new favourite whore."
"Oh well I take being a whore over a Antonucchi Bitch anyday." That got her a good punch right to the face. But it also allowed for her hand to slip down a little lower, a little closer to her switchblade, now if only she could... just lift her leg slightly.
"I watch that pretty little mouth of yours Miss Reid. Or I might send you back to Finley in fucking pieces." Another punch to the face and she could feel blood starting to dip from her nose as she glared up at the man. The fire behind him was starting to get closer and closer and it burned down the dock and headed right for the Warehouse. She just needed him to move a little more up so she could get her... "Now should I make your death a quick one, or just leave you head for the fire?'
He leaned up slightly more and just as she started to feel heat from the fire on her boots, the blade slipped into her hand. Kyra flicked it open as fast as she could before slamming it into the man back. "Or better yet, I'll send you back to the Antonucchi burnt to a crisp." She said as he fell off her and she pulled the blade out of his back. She didn't have time now to focus on the pounding in her head or try and stop the fire. She just had to get out.
There was scream and confusion as she ran down the dock towards where she thought it might be safest and sure enough the second she turn to look back at the fire there was a explose and she felt a wave of heat hitting her right in the face alone with small pieces of wood. There was nothing anyone could do now but wait for it to stop. Wait for all that liquor to stop burning and then check on the damage in the morning. Nothing to do now but head back to the Underground and pray that the Warehouse was the only thing burning tonight and everyone else was okay.
There was still blood dripping from her nose, her head was still ringing and it was only on the walk back she notice the gash in the side of her stomach... something must have hit her in that first explosion. Goddamnit... and to think, this all happen on a night that made her felt like a girl again.
How quick the world reminded us of our places.
Tonight though was like a good thrown back to those, standing her smoking and all bundled up in her warmest clothes... Which granted weren't that warm. She had on fingerless gloves because you can't grip anything when you got real gloves on, a coat that was burned and torn up thanks to a few dragons. A old black sweater her ma got her when she was seventeen, and then your normal vest and shirt and pants and all that lovely ready hair tucked up and away.
It was like being young again really, shivering and watching her fingers turning blue because of the cold and the snow and praying that smoking would keep her warm but really it was doing little good. Just calming her nerves. Finally though the boat she was waiting for rolled in and she smirked but didn't move, just stayed leaning against the poll with a cigarette hanging between her pales lips. Once they docked and the few of the crew members started to come off she finally spoke "Took you fuckers long enough. Though I was gonna freeze to death waiting for ya."
"Sorry Miss Reid, we got stopped by another boat blocking our way. Late night fisher or something." Wait that wasn't right... Late night fishing in the middle of November when half the fucking hudson was starting to freeze over? She shook it off and just turned her attention back to the job at hand. Right now she needed to be the woman these men had come to see her as. She quickly had become their boss and respected her as soon as they heard what she had helped Fin do to Pietro Antonucchi. Her gender quickly became a non issues, she was one of the boys really; and more importantly, someone to be feared.
"Alright boys you know the drill, quick and dirty. Load it in and get the boat out." She said hearing the normal replies of right away ma'ma or got ya Miss Reid which made her smile some. "And be careful with the whiskey. Last time you lot broke a whole case, and that shit comes out of my pocket you know!" Or it's just not money she can put towards that debt that was still looming over her head... though she was getting closer and closer to paying it off.
But when she does, is she really gonna leave? Go back to chasing dragons? Now she thought of these people as her family and Fin... Fin...
"Oi! Miss Reid quit dreaming about your little lover boy and take a look at this." Arthur, one of the younger boys she had grown to have a slightly fondness for yelled at her. Apparently word got around about Fin kissing her at the gala and the teasing was a little annoying but she just never made comment about it. Let them think what they wanna think. You know it was days like this she missed New York, small towns like this everyone knows everything, bis cities you can do whatever you want.
There was a crowd around the dock and shet she pushed her way to the front. "Alright alright hey back to work you fuckers come on. We all want to get the fuck home. Stop looking out on the river and get to work!" Once most of the guys wander back to loading the crates back into the Warehouse she lifted her cap and peered out into the darkness to see what everyone was calling her over for. It was a boat... What the fuck was another boat doing out this late and doing in O'Brien water?
"Hey Miss Reid, that's the same boat from earlier. You don't think it's lost do ya?" Arthur asked and she shook her head.
"I don't know Arthur..." She said pulling out another cigarette and lighting it as she watched the other boat get closer and closer. Finally when she could make out the first few crew member she said. "Oi! You are in a restricted area, so if I was you I would piss the fuck off."
There was no reply, just a boat pulling in closer and closer to the dock. Kyra eyes narrowed as her hand moved into her pocket and onto her wand. "I'm warning you now. Get the fuck out of here or I'll..."
"Or you'll what Miss Reid?" How the fuck did they know her name? What the hell was going on here? The next thing she knew two little word was leaving someone lips, and she didn't have time to draw out her want to stop them. "Lacarnum Inflamarae!" Those two little words was all it took for the boat to be set on fire and for her to be thrown backwards, right onto her ass due to the explosion.
Then all it took was another second to have a Antonucchi thug right on top of her with his wand to her neck. "Kyra Ried... everyone has heard alot about you. You kind of the talk of the town right now." The man said with his wand digging more into her neck. Due to the way he was straddling her she couldn't quite reach for her wand, and her switchblade was just out of reach as well. "Torturing Pietro, killing a student and a teacher, trying to light the school on fire. You must be the O'Brien's new favourite whore."
"Oh well I take being a whore over a Antonucchi Bitch anyday." That got her a good punch right to the face. But it also allowed for her hand to slip down a little lower, a little closer to her switchblade, now if only she could... just lift her leg slightly.
"I watch that pretty little mouth of yours Miss Reid. Or I might send you back to Finley in fucking pieces." Another punch to the face and she could feel blood starting to dip from her nose as she glared up at the man. The fire behind him was starting to get closer and closer and it burned down the dock and headed right for the Warehouse. She just needed him to move a little more up so she could get her... "Now should I make your death a quick one, or just leave you head for the fire?'
He leaned up slightly more and just as she started to feel heat from the fire on her boots, the blade slipped into her hand. Kyra flicked it open as fast as she could before slamming it into the man back. "Or better yet, I'll send you back to the Antonucchi burnt to a crisp." She said as he fell off her and she pulled the blade out of his back. She didn't have time now to focus on the pounding in her head or try and stop the fire. She just had to get out.
There was scream and confusion as she ran down the dock towards where she thought it might be safest and sure enough the second she turn to look back at the fire there was a explose and she felt a wave of heat hitting her right in the face alone with small pieces of wood. There was nothing anyone could do now but wait for it to stop. Wait for all that liquor to stop burning and then check on the damage in the morning. Nothing to do now but head back to the Underground and pray that the Warehouse was the only thing burning tonight and everyone else was okay.
There was still blood dripping from her nose, her head was still ringing and it was only on the walk back she notice the gash in the side of her stomach... something must have hit her in that first explosion. Goddamnit... and to think, this all happen on a night that made her felt like a girl again.
How quick the world reminded us of our places.
