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 Jun 28, 2015 1:49:47 GMT -5
"Oh well if you had been doing it all your life then you wouldn't think anything of it." She said with a smirk and blowing out more smoke. You know this was kind of nice, change smoking and talking with a good friend. It was odd to think that she had a friend, she never really had friends before. But odd in a good way, the sort of good way where you knew what was happening was a good thing you just weren't use to it.
"Yeah he was..." She said pulling at a silver chain around her neck and opening it for him to see the two pictures inside. "On the left is Nicholas, he died in the war. And on the right is Ioann. He came home but... I would be shocked if he could remember my name." She said with a soft sigh closing it and tucking the necklace away. "I have two much younger brothers I haven't seen in years." Because she knew she could never go home to see them. Maybe one day but not now... not after what she had done.
He jumped and snapped some when she called him a hero and she inhaled some as he spoke. Right she really had to be careful what she said about the war. She nodded some and swallowed before saying. "Well it's still brave what you did. And it will be remembered for a long time to come." She said waving her hand to clean up the spilt tea on the table before smiling some. "Well enough about sad thing! Let's talk about something happy like music or clothes or..." She yawned some and closed her eyes for a second before opening them. "Or your family."
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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 Jun 28, 2015 17:47:37 GMT -5
Fins hands were shaking, ad he was starating to walk off. He wasn't a hero, not with what he had done. He had murdered men in their sleep, and planted bombs that blew entire bunkers of sleeping soldiers into oblivion. He had cut throats of boys younger than he was, whosee only crime had been answering their countries call to arms. Fin was nothing more that a mercenary during the great war. He had left his home, and sold his soul to the British government. He had been such a foolish boy.
Thankfulky Anas soft tired voice dragged him back from the sarkness, and he turned, an overwhelming amount of sadness in his eyes. "I'm sorry, Ana... that wasnt fair to you... it wasnt your fault." He sat back dowm, and smiled genuinely. "My family? We're a bunch of bastards, and plotting women... well almost all... Maureen is the only good one..." reaching into his vest he pulled out a faded picture of his sister from when she was a little girl. It was stained, the hints of water and mud at the edges. "She never understood why I left, but she always wrote to me... she helped me keep my sanity, and she didn't even know it..."
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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 Jun 29, 2015 22:29:26 GMT -5
"Shush you don't have to say sorry to me for anything to do with that." She said looking down then back up at Finn with a soft smile. Any light that was in his eyes had died and she frowned. The poor thing, she understood in a way. Sure she never had to kill anyone but she watched as soldier marched through fields, as they did things that no man was suppose to do. She can still remember watching from the train as they walked by off to their death most of the time, it was hard growing up in Russia in the 1900's. It's why they left....
But then he of his sister and she smiled because he light right back up. She loved hearing him talk about his sister, and the picture of her was adorable. "She beautiful Fin. I always wanted a sister." She said nodding knowing just what Maureen must have been thinking when her brother ran off to war. How scared she must have been. "I wrote to my brothers twice a week and prayed for them every night. Little good that did."
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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 Jun 30, 2015 1:50:42 GMT -5
"She is the most important thing in this world to me Ana..." Fin's voice was soft, an adoring sweetness in it, as he looked at the picture. "She kept me going, kept me wanting to return to her... I have every letter she ever sent, still." His finger tip traced the picture, staring at the image, wishing for a way to turn t all back.Finley smiled softly, and shook his head as he slipped the photo back into his vest. "I don't know what I would do if anything ever happened to her."
When ana mentioned her brothers, Fin grew silent and looked down. It was easy to take for granted, when some people have lost so much. "I tell you anna, it is not easy growing up with a sister... The girl is harder to keep up with, more than anything I ever had to face in France." Ana's words about her brothers, made Fin reach over and take her hand. "Ana... i can guarantee you. Those letters you sent. THose were the things they loved the most about being in France. Reading about how much they are loved, and missed. It boosted our confidence enough to continue what we did. You were important thm, you made their live and that's what mattered."s
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