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Post by Silas Rosier on May 12, 2009 11:59:20 GMT 1
Note: This thread is a continuation from HERE after Silas apparates out.
Silas didn’t Apparate back to Scores. Or back home. Or even into a nearby room at the Shrieking Shack to spy on the inevitable fight. Instead, with scarcely a sound to betray his presence, he appeared smack bang in the middle of... Edwards’s bedroom?
Ever since Ed had shot him in the fucking shoulder, Silas had not been particularly impressed with dear old Edward. The very second the barman had pulled that trigger he had put vengeance squarely on the table, and it was only a residual bitterness that had brought Silas to pay him a visit.
The room was empty and dark save for the silvery glow of a solitary streetlamp streaking in through the window. From what was visible, the room was small and painfully basic with only the bare amounts of furniture and a few photos for decoration. Silas flicked his wand and a dull light from the tip illuminated the surroundings further. How could Ed live in this dump?
Lip curling distastefully, he strode over to the wardrobe and pulled it open only to be assaulted by the scent of mothballs from the forgotten reaches. Ergh. On a shelf on the top he spotted a folded black jacket with absurdly large lapels1. That’d do. Silas snatched it, snuffed the wand light, and Apparated again.
With a loud CRACK that was added solely for the purposes of a dramatic entrance, he materialised right in the centre of the tavern. Everything was in its usual place save for the missing patrons. Understandable; it had to be past closing time even for a bar. Silas quickly caught sight of Edward, who appeared to have just been cleaning.
Before the other man could even pipe up in protest, Silas strode over hurriedly, his expression a deliberate look of concern tinged with mild panic as he tossed the jacket underarm at the bartender. “Ed? Hurry. I mean- ...fuck,” he pretended to fluster, intentionally faltering over his words. “Look, he’s got Cassie. The one that killed the girl. Come on, we gotta move.”
1 VISUAL AID of JA!Jacket to appologise for taking so long to post? <3
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Edward Johns
Adult (A) 
The Hog's Head Barkeep
Totally screwed.
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Post by Edward Johns on May 12, 2009 13:11:47 GMT 1
The barkeep of the Hog’s Head sighed in relief as best he could as the last patron stumbled out of his door and into the big wide world. At last he could clean up the pub and then relax for a bit. Edward wiped a clean cloth over one of the wooden tables whistling some tune he’d heard playing on the radio Vivian liked to listen to. British music was definitely not as good as Australian but it was growing on him and there had been some pretty good vintage bands playing too.
As the man cleaned a black Labrador bounded amongst the table and chair legs. In his mouth was a leg identical to those of the other chairs. After the beating Ed had received which had caused a chair to be broken, he had gone to clean up only to have any fragment Rowdy could carry stolen from him. He did love that dog but boy was Rowdy useless when it came to cleaning up.
For a moment the man had to stop what he was doing and laugh at the dog with the oversized chair leg in its mouth. A dull throbbing pain came from the section of nose that had been broken only a few nights before. Ed looked at himself in one of the mirrors behind the bar; the swelling had gone down but most of the bruising still remained, both his eyes were still black. He prodded them gently before returning back to work. There were still drops of his blood that kept appearing and he scrubbed at one furiously. He hated to think of the fight, he had been beaten up in his own pub.
Just as his mind wandered to Cassie and whether it was worth ever talking to her again a loud crack grabbed his attention. He turned just in time to see Rowdy scuttle off in fear and Silas chuck one of his coats at him. At first he flinched, convinced he was here for revenge for the whole shot gun thing but forgot about that at what the other man was saying.
“The man who killed Vivian has Cassie?” he repeated, half panicky. He hurriedly put on his coat and shoved his rarely used wand on one of the pockets. “Right then, what are we waiting for? We have to get to her, we have to save her,” Ed chattered, really panicking now. If something happened to Cassie he didn’t know what he’d do and maybe this was why he was trusting Silas. He ignored the fact that Silas may have ulterior motives for coming to get him escaped the younger man’s mind. All he could think about was getting Cassie to some form of safety, preferably his arms.
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Post by Silas Rosier on May 13, 2009 7:04:08 GMT 1
Silas nearly did a double take. When he’d arrived he hadn’t harboured any preconceived notions as to how Edward would react, but he certainly wasn’t expecting that. Surely there should have been a little bit of doubt in there? Hesitation? A probing question or two? After all, they hardly had the greatest history between them, especially recently, so Silas had every reason to be suspected of wanting to lure Edward off to something sickeningly painful, if not to his death.
... Hell, that was exactly what he was doing.
He really needed to make a mental note to stop underestimating the power of love in inducing mind-boggling stupidity. Here was Ed, instantly ignoring any possibility of an ulterior motive to go play the hero to his beloved, and Dacian – who would know for a fact it was the most thinly veiled trap ever conceived – still risking his 600 year old arse for some blonde with the IQ of a squirrel.
With a solemn nod, Silas took the unexpected compliance in his stride and roughly seized Edward’s wrist. “Come on,” he said tensely, voice still taut with faked apprehension, and in the next second the two of them vanished on the spot without a sound as a familiar crushing blackness of Apparition enveloped them.
Annd, back to THIS thread again, folks.
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