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Post by Black Tom on Dec 12, 2005 1:08:52 GMT -5
Tom lead Toad outside to the grilling pit quietly. At the moment, he had nothing to say to the runt. At least nothing that wouldn’t scare his housekeepers more than they already were. He was still very angry. The man had broken into his house, spit on Bella, and put his hands on Theresa. The only thing he could have done to possibly make it worse would be to desecrate Meave’s and Cain’s graves.
Madison met them at the pit with the food ready for cooking. She usually cooked unless they grilled. It was something he had started years ago, back before he even lived in Genosha. Whenever he came home from his ‘business trips,’ he would have a barbeque for himself and Theresa. And when they moved into the new house, it just stuck.
“Sir I apologize for all the ruckus back there, it was not my intention to cause you or your lovely ladies any trouble. You have my word that I wont cause you any more grievances.” Tom grunted at the comment, not feeling the need to respond. He hoped Toad would get the idea message, that he didn’t want to talk. But that was apparently to much to ask for. “I know right now you probably don’t want to talk to me much I understand fully, but I still would like to know exactly what this Marauders group is. If you could just give me the organization mission briefing or a nice pamphlet on what I’ve gotten myself into I’ll leave you alone to your cooking.”
Tom closed his eyes for a second, breathing heavily. Toad just couldn’t keep his mouth shut. Fine then, Tom would give him what he wanted. But first…”Madison, would ya mind goin’ inside and startin’ some baked potato’s, and close the door behind y.” Once she was out of earshot, Tom started on his usual sales pitch. “Ya ever notice how some people opposed to mutant supremacy just disappear. Well, tha’s because they crossed tha line from talkin’ bout it ta makin’ attack plans. Red Guard can’t do nothin’ about it, they’re too public. Tha reason we don’t exist is because our dealings would be frowned upon, and the crown doesn’t need tha kind of publicity.” He explained. It was pretty much the same thing he told everyone who he tried to recruit. If they didn’t agree, as cliché as it sounds, he had to kill them.
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Post by Siryn on Dec 12, 2005 12:46:02 GMT -5
Bella browsed through the closet for a few moments before finally pulling out a couple of items. Theresa glanced at them and realized she wouldn't miss either the pants or the shirt. Heck, she wasn't even home enough to wear most of the clothes in that closet but she wasn't going to tell Bella that. Terry wasn't up for yet another lecture by the older woman. "I'll replace it anyway..." Bella said to her as she made her way out of Terry's room.
Theresa just nodded and followed her out, partly to make sure the door was locked behind her and partly to make sure Bella didn't go into Tom's room. There was just something about seeing the woman actually walk into her cousin's room that would irritate her but thankfully, Bella chose a guest bedroom. “We'll be out in tha back yard when yuir done,” Terry said to her as she walked by and bounced down the stairs.
Madison was in the kitchen working on potatoes to bake and had them wrapped in foil on a serving tray. Smiling at the older woman, Theresa took the tray from Madison and said, “I'll take those out for ya, Maddie. Bella is upstairs cleaning up after an...incident. Will ya make sure she doesn't get into anything on her way out ta tha back yard?”
Maddie patted her on the cheek and told her she would take care of Bella and thanked her for taking the potatoes out to her father. Theresa grinned, never having the heart to tell Maddie that Tom wasn't her father. Actually, she just didn't want to say it. To anyone. Watching as Maddie left the kitchen, Terry grabbed a wine cooler from the refrigerator and put it on the tray and walked out to the back yard.
Tom and the other guy, Toad or Mortimer or whatever he wanted to call himself were already there, standing near the grill. Setting the tray on the table near the grill, Theresa picked up the wine cooler and opened it. She would have rather had a glass of wine but it wasn't as convenient as the bottled cooler to take outside. “Maddie has tha potatoes ready ta put on tha grill and Bella is getting changed,” she told Tom.
Then Terry, completely ignoring Toad as he had interrupted her evening with Tom so she was going to hold that over his head as well as the earlier incident, sat down on a lawn chair and sipped her drink. At least this was nicer then eating at the Academy, even if having Bella and Toad around wasn't any better then eating dinner with Jono.
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Post by Belladonna LeBeau on Dec 12, 2005 15:18:38 GMT -5
“We'll be out in tha back yard when yuir done,” Bella caught Terry's words before she shut the door to the bathroom. She had to clean off and soon, before Toad's slime hardened on her.
Bella turned the faucet all the way to the right...ice cold water spewed from the showerhead. Peeling off her disgusting clothes, she stepped into the water. "Damn dat's cold!" She snapped, shivering under the chilly blast of water.
At least she wasn't so angry now...she was focused on retaining her body heat.
The soap in the guest bathroom was not nearly as acidic as she would've liked...it took her several minutes of vigorous scrubbing to get that crap off of her. When she finally got it all, her skin was slightly raw.
Stepping out, she pulled the fluffy towels around herself and dried off. She quickly changed into Terry's clothes, which fit remarkably well, and avoided the mirror. As vain as Belladonna seemed, she hated looking at herself...
The pedal pushers fit her like a glove and the tank top made her look not so old. She liked it.
The other clothes, she deposited in the trash can. "Good riddance." She said, running her fingers through her hair. Her makeup had been washed off, leaving her fresh faced and...pretty, almost.
Bella looked refreshed as she made her way down to the backyard. "Dere..." She said, motioning to the clothes. "Dese ain't too bad. I jus' hope dey don't get ruined..."
With blood, she meant. But that was clear just by the look in her crystalline eyes as she looked over at Toad.
"What can I help with?" She asked Tom as she made her way over to him.
Anything to keep her mind off anger.
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Post by Toad on Dec 14, 2005 4:33:05 GMT -5
“Ya ever notice how some people opposed to mutant supremacy just disappear. Well, tha’s because they crossed tha line from talkin’ bout it ta makin’ attack plans. Red Guard can’t do nothin’ about it, they’re too public. Tha reason we don’t exist is because our dealings would be frowned upon, and the crown doesn’t need tha kind of publicity.”
“Now that sounds like a lot of bloody fun. Killing scum who don’t know the way the world works, I mean that’s what I got into this line of work for in the first place. But with the Red Guard it’s always paper work this, patrol that, kiss this guys ass so we can kill this guy and dance around like a monkey in flippen clown suite.”
“Maddie has tha potatoes ready ta put on tha grill and Bella is getting changed,”
Toad’s rambling was cut of by Theresa’s appearance. Though Mortimer had more questions, namely when could he start, he had gotten what he really needed to know. Besides he was suddenly reminded that everyone hated him. He moved back away from the little family scene over to a picnic table where he hopped up on the bench seat and sat crouched down like his animal namesake. Toad thought about trying to talk with Terry to see if he could patch up this dislike for him that seemed to hang in the air. But he got the feeling no one cared to hear his thoughts on the matter. And the truth of the matter was that she was a pretty girl and Toad had a bad way of getting tongue tied around attractive females. Bella rejoined the group and Mortimer’s uncomfortableness grew even more. She looked nice and clean now but Toad still felt bad about the whole spit thing. He got nervous and panicked and unfortunately that was his natural reaction. Though seeing the French talking woman covered in goo was pretty funny. ‘So Toad let’s see if we got it all down. You leave your job your home and your life you’ve had for the past blah blah years to try out a new job you have absolutely no idea about. You manage to piss off your new commander his daughter and some chick you still aren’t sure what her role in this is. Maybe she’s the head housekeeper or something. You get your ass kicked by said women. And now you’re stuck playing family dinner with a group of people who all want to kill you. Throw in Lady Wanda dropping by or me forgetting my underwear and I think I got a new one for the top ten worst days of my miserable little life. Wait a second…..ahh bloody hell!’ Toad though as he shifted his legs and made sure his pants were good and pulled up.
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Post by Black Tom on Dec 15, 2005 14:17:10 GMT -5
“Now that sounds like a lot of bloody fun. Killing scum who don’t know the way the world works, I mean that’s what I got into this line of work for in the first place. But with the Red Guard it’s always paper work this, patrol that, kiss this guys ass so we can kill this guy and dance around like a monkey in flippen clown suite.”
Well, at least Toad could be useful in that respect. Tom never wanted anything to do with the Red Gaurd for the same reason. Well, that and he hated Exodus. So what if he was bloodthirsty, he was a hired killer now. As long as he didn't screw up and kill civilians.
Theresa walked out and handed Tom the potatoes before he could reply. He didn't like to talk business in front of her, even though he knew she was smart enough to get a general idea of what he did in service of the House. "Thank you," he said, as she put the pan down beside him. She watched her walk back to the lawn chair and sip her wine cooler, raising an eyebrow. He didn't really mind if she drank, as long as she didn't try to leave the house. But he also didn't expect her to do it so brazenly without asking before hand. She was growing right out of his protective grasp, which left Tom feeling somewhat depressed. He had never been one for that emotional crap, but it really was tough when your children left you.
Soon, Bella followed Theresa out side, commenting on the clothes she borrowed. She filled out Theresa's clothes pretty well. That thought made him feel slightly dirty, and not in a good way. "What can I help with?" Tom turned to look at her as he after checking the food. The he looked at Toad. The mongrel upset her enough that she felt the need to be cooperative. Well, he was getting more and more useful. "No, we're pretty much set, unless ya want ta set tha table fuir Madison."
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Post by Siryn on Dec 18, 2005 21:20:52 GMT -5
Terry sipped her drink and watched for Tom's reaction. She normally didn't challenge him openly like this, usually just did whatever she wanted behind his back, but after her day so far, she needed something to calm her down. Especially with Tom's newly recruited Maurader still hanging around the place. It was so tempting to just forget dinner and head back to the Academy but she had given Tom her word and she would stay, just for him.
The new guy, Toad, eyed her a bit then must have decided not to say anything for he went the other direction. Which was probably just as well. Unless he could fill her in on some of the interesting things that happened around the Red Guard, they would probably have absolutely nothing to talk about. And if she wanted inside scoops, Tom could get that from Ms. Darkholme. Granted, what Tom told her would probably be some watered down version of what she really wanted to know. Sometimes she felt that he thought she was going to stay eight the rest of her life.
"Dere... Dese ain't too bad. I jus' hope dey don't get ruined..." Bella announced as she made her way outside, freshly scrubbed and practically prancing around in Terry's clothes.
Theresa's eyes narrowed a bit and she retorted, “Remember, ya ruin them, ya buy me new ones. That was tha deal.”
She had to admit that Bella did fill them out pretty well and she didn't miss Tom noticing as well. Sighing, she just hoped they at least waited until she wasn't home to get on with it. It was bad enough hearing some of her dorm mates going at it at all hours of the night but when it's your own father... Terry barely repressed a shudder. There were some things she just didn't want to even think about when it came to Tom. Knowing that he had an endless supply of floozies was enough.
Tom directed Bella into helping Madison set up the table so Terry just sat back and watched. The silence was almost as deafening as her sonic scream and she was just about to go nuts. Glancing over at the toad-man again, she watched as he fidgeted a bit then asked, “Ye were in tha Red Guard, weren't ya? Ya didn't teach any of tha classes but I remember ya from a few videos they showed. Why tha hell did ya hook up with this group?” She really couldn't understand why anyone would leave the Red Guard to be a Maurader so perhaps toad-man could shed a bit of light on that for her.
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Post by Belladonna LeBeau on Dec 19, 2005 15:21:52 GMT -5
"No, we're pretty much set, unless ya want ta set tha table fuir Madison." Bella was angry enough to help...and if Toad knew her at all, he might have been way more afraid at her helping with "domestic chores". She nodded. "I'll get myself somthing to drink what I'm at it."
Coke and cheezy cocktails were not her idea of drinks. Drinks entailed burning, acrid tasting liqour and the sweet oblivion it brought. She needed bourbon.
Stepping through the screen door, she pushed past a wayward cleaning girl into the kitchen. Terry had requested paper plates...so they were stacked on the counter with blunt plastic cutlery, plastic cups and cheap, red paper napkins.
They were all set for a nonviolent meal...well, at least they wouldn't be stabbing each other with the cutlery or smashing glass plates.
Bella got everything together and then grabbed the mostly-drunk bottle of Bourbon. Tom never really liked the stuff...at least, she never knew him to drink it without her. They both had their vices and they were obvious; Bella just deemed hers a lot safer. Attachment was always a possibility in a game like Tom's...which was more repulsive than a hangover ever was. She had never gotten so attached to one bottle that she couldn't give it up; she could always switch between them easily.
Alcoholism or sexaholiosm...there was a fine line.
Holding the bottle in one hand and holding the tableware against her body, she made her way back outside.
Terry was actually talking to the litle ingrate who had attacked them and Tom was cooking away. Placing everything on the table, she made sure everyone had a place at least 3 feet from another... she didn't want to get too close.
Grabbing a paper cup, she walked back over to Tom. "Dere." She said and then twisted the cap off of the bourbon. Pouring a little bit in an ugly blue cup, she looked toward him. "Here." Placing the cup near him so he might get a little, she brought the bottle to her lips and took a long swig.
"Cheers."
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Post by Toad on Dec 21, 2005 4:54:17 GMT -5
Toad worked to keep a safe distance from everyone as they went around doing what ever it was that could make them comfortable while he sat there like the 500 pound green gorilla. Then to his complete and utter surprise the young mc spoke up to him.
“Ye were in tha Red Guard, weren't ya? Ya didn't teach any of tha classes but I remember ya from a few videos they showed. Why tha hell did ya hook up with this group?”
“Ya know I was just wondering that myself luv.” He said with a cockney smile. “Yes Toad was in the Red Guard for a good few years before today. I didnt teach I worked on more of the fighting side of things. As for how wound up in this group I’m not rightly sure. I put in for a transfer request cause I thought I could be of better use somewhere where I can actually do what I’m good at. Somehow or another I guess that meant being sent to this place. So I turned in my papers caught a shuttle ta Genosha and bobs your uncle I’m here.” He was rambling a bit now but it was his natural habit when someone was actually talking to him. So until she stopped or someone told him to shut it he was going to keep conversation going. “If you had Red Guard teachers that mean you’re from the Academy right? Well if you ever want to know any off the record information on SHIELD or the Red Guard you can come to old Toad. I got the dirt all over that place. There’s really only three things to do around there work, fool around, or snoop around. Well a person can only work so much work and believe it or not the ladies there were not screaming to be near me. Well they did scream when they were near me, but you know that story.” Toad rubbed a finger in his still sore ear to demonstrate. “So I had a lot of time to learn all the little details of my teammates and coworkers.”
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Post by Black Tom on Jan 1, 2006 20:51:40 GMT -5
"I'll get myself something to drink what I'm at it."
Tom held back a laugh as he tended to the food. It was probably going to be one of those nights. More than a few times, he had put to Bella to bed in what was basically her room at this point. Of course, he had never taken advantage of her, not that he hadn’t tried. But Bella was a heavyweight drinker like himself, and hostile enough that she could probably fight off an advance from the grave.
Meanwhile, Toad and Theresa were actually holding a conversation. Hmm, he kind of expected Toad be all on his lonesome for the night after the stunt he pulled. He certainly wasn’t going to serve his intended purpose and entertain Bella, unless she was torturing him. Looks like he was going to do the exact opposite and distract Theresa. Tom’s simple night with his daughter apparently wasn’t meant to be.
They were talking about the Red Guard. He should have figured she’d have a lot of questions for him, just not after what happened. Hell, the only reason he was really still around was so he could be watched. Tom knew Theresa didn’t completely trust his information about the Red Guard. He had a habit of treating her like a child sometimes and that affected what he told her.
Bella came back just in time for Dinner to be served as Tom moved all the pans toward to the picnic table outside. Bella also courteously poured him a glass of bourbon, Not his favorite. Tom much preferred Irish Wiskey, but it was already poured. Would be a shame to let it sit there. Picking up his drink, Tom raised it as she did with the bottle. “Te tha ones we love and tha ones we tolerate. Ta hell with the rest.” He made a short impromptu toast as the others gathered around the table, before sitting around at his own place.
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Post by Siryn on Jan 2, 2006 23:20:05 GMT -5
Bella left to go get the table settings from Madison and Terry hoped the woman could control herself and not torment the sweet housekeeper. If she found out that Bella had done anything against the other woman, she'd have to deal with Terry. There were few people on this planet that she'd kill for and Madison happened to be the other one. Luckily, Bella came back in less time then it would have taken her to do something bad so she was off the hook. For now. It wasn't like Terry was ever going to completely take her eyes off the other woman as long as they were both in Tom's house.
As Bella poured Tom a drink, Toad spoke up and answered her questions. “Ya know I was just wondering that myself luv. Yes Toad was in the Red Guard for a good few years before today. I didn't teach I worked on more of the fighting side of things. As for how wound up in this group I’m not rightly sure. I put in for a transfer request cause I thought I could be of better use somewhere where I can actually do what I’m good at. Somehow or another I guess that meant being sent to this place. So I turned in my papers caught a shuttle ta Genosha and bobs your uncle I’m here. If you had Red Guard teachers that mean you’re from the Academy right? Well if you ever want to know any off the record information on SHIELD or the Red Guard you can come to old Toad. I got the dirt all over that place. There’s really only three things to do around there work, fool around, or snoop around. Well a person can only work so much work and believe it or not the ladies there were not screaming to be near me. Well they did scream when they were near me, but you know that story. So I had a lot of time to learn all the little details of my teammates and coworkers.” he said, not taking a breath that whole time.
As much as Terry wanted information, she didn't need it thrown at her all at once. Especially with Tom eying her like he was. Just then, dinner was declared ready and Tom made some sort of impromptu toast. Terry stood up and walked over to the table, sitting on Tom's right side. She raised her eyebrows at him during his toast but didn't say anything. Picking up some food, Terry placed a small amount on her plate before turning back to Toad. Not really caring if her questions got him in trouble, he could do that quite well on his own apparently, she asked, “So, ye were essentially a snoop. What is tha latest information on these pockets of resistance that we keep hearing about? I know that they are usually dealt with but there are rumors that there are more intricate factions that aren't so easily disposed of. How many raids have ya been on and how often are tha Guard usually sent out ta infiltrate?”
She didn't even look over to Tom the whole time. Terry had a feeling he wouldn't approve of her probing but if he wasn't going to give her the information she wanted, she was going to find it somewhere. As much as this other man disgusted her on a basic level, he had a loose tongue, so to speak, and seemed eager to answer her questions.
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Post by Belladonna LeBeau on Jan 3, 2006 10:09:41 GMT -5
“Te tha ones we love and tha ones we tolerate. Ta hell with the rest.” Bella lazily swallowed the swig of liqour she had taken from the bottle...damn, it was nearly gone. She'd just have to go out and buy some more for Tom; he had a birthday SOMETIME.
His toast was...typical Tom. He never just came out and said what he meant, but he made his point very clear. "Je vous aime aussi, Tom." She retorted sardonically, as she made her way over to the table. It was never clear with them. They weren't lovers, they weren't enemies and they weren't typical friends either. Not that Bella would know a friend, even if one bit her right in the butt.
Tom was just...Tom, to her. And Terry had been giving her dirty looks since she got back outside. That girl probably thought Bella had done something bad while she was in the house. And really, it depended on the redheaded girl's definition of bad; Bella had picked up a bottle of bourbon...
Carefully taking her place as far away from Toad as she could, she set her bottle down. Tom, of course, always sat at the head of the table; Toad would get the hint very quickly when Bella sat to Tom's left and Terry would, most likely, sit on the other side. It was easy for her to ostracize people without much effort at all. It was really one of the finer principles that the Assassin's Guild had drilled into her head.
Her blue eyes went skyward for a brief second. If there was a god, she better be watching out for the people here...because Belladonna was pissed off and 5 shots away from being punch drunk.
Dieu les épargne tout.
Translations: Je vous aime aussi- I love you too Dieu les épargne tout- God save them all.
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Post by Toad on Jan 4, 2006 5:11:16 GMT -5
Miss Terry did not seem process all he was saying right away. Of course Toad had a tendency to ramble, especially around the attractive members of the fairer sex. He was saved for the moment by the call to eat. Mortimer followed the others being the last to arrive at the table. He took a spot on the same side as Theresa but a few seats away from her and the others so as not to intrude anymore then he already had. He grabbed himself a plate and quickly loaded it with some of the gilled meat and one of the potatoes. He grabbed the meat in his hands by itself taking a large bite out of it.
“So, ye were essentially a snoop. What is tha latest information on these pockets of resistance that we keep hearing about? I know that they are usually dealt with but there are rumors that there are more intricate factions that aren't so easily disposed of. How many raids have ya been on and how often are tha Guard usually sent out ta infiltrate?”
Toad swallowed down his food hard, surprised by the questioning from the young lady. He had expected something like, who to cross who not to cross, or what is good in the cafeteria, not status reports on operations. “Well there is always someone resisting something somewhere. Most of the time they try to let the local authorities deal with the situations. If need be they will send some of the low level units in to aid or bring in suspects. If ya join you’ll probably have to do stuff like that for a year or so. Then when things get really big they will send in the red guard. In my years there I was involved in about ten raids total. They usually wait to call on the guard when it’s something like hostage situation with important people, or if they got a powerful mutant or two with them. There was one time this group of bloody morons took over a hotel in Sweden, they just wanted to hold the guest for ransom but turned out they had some diplomat or ruler from blah blah place in Africa. So of course they call in the Red Guard to make sure it is taken care of right. It turned out to just be five loses with guns and masks. We were in and out in less then one minute flat.” Wrapped up in his story Toad chose rather then to eat politely he shot his mutant tongue out wrapping around his potato and stuffing the whole thing in his mouth chewing on the large vegetable.
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Post by Black Tom on Jan 9, 2006 23:19:44 GMT -5
"Je vous aime aussi, Tom." Bella quickly replied to Tom's toast, not even trying to hide the sarcasm in her voice. He raised an eyebrow in her direction. "Vous savez ce que veux dire je, Bell*," he replied in French, one of the languages he picked up on the international black market. You'd be surprised by how many unsavory types spoke French as a primary language. In truth, it wasn't that big a leap to say he loved Bella in one way or another. There were very few people in the world he could tolerate, and even less whose company he enjoyed as anything more than a sexual partner. Bella had somehow made it under his radar, and positioned herself among the people he cared about. Of those people, Bella and Terry were the only ones still living.
As they sat down at the stone picnic table, it almost looked like a schoolyard gang meeting, with Bella and Terry on either side of Tom and Toad staring across at them. This obviously didn’t effect Toad to terribly, because he very crudely tore into his food like some kind of animal. Well, he was some kind of animal. What kind, Tom didn’t know, he didn’t pay much attention to that part in school.
Terry continued her line of questioning for Toad, avoiding Tom’s eyes as necessary and they were on her for the most part. While he understood her curiosity, he was still having a few problems with it. That was at least until the bat-phone went off, in a manner of speaking.
The familiar beeping filled the air and Tom knew what it was immediately. That meant he had and assignment from Magneto. That particular beeper had no number to it, and could only be activated one way and by one person. It always meant a job for the Marauders. Pressing the button to silence the beeper, Tom said “Theresa, could ya please excuse us?” He used her full name to show it’s importance, even though he knew she understood what that beeping meant. After she was excused, he opened his cell phone and called the private line to Magneto’s office. “Evening Magnus. Ta what do I owe tha pleasure?”
*You know what I mean, Bell
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Post by Siryn on Jan 10, 2006 0:05:53 GMT -5
Bella was, as usual, ignoring everyone but Tom. That sat well enough for Terry. The more she kept her cousin occupied, the more she could interrogate the creature across the way for information. And Terry was under no illusion that she was doing anything short of interrogating him. With Tom's eyes practically boring holes in her head.
“Well there is always someone resisting something somewhere. ...We were in and out in less then one minute flat,” Toad told her. The way he talked sounded like she was mind controlling him into spilling everything. The creature never took a breath then finished with a disgusting display of his “powers” by snagging a potato and eating it whole.
Theresa turned away and caught Tom's eyes. He looked like he was about to say something to her, probably to tell her to stop harassing the other man but his “beeper” went off and Terry held back a groan. So much for dinner with her father and their delightful company. Tom immediately excused her, using her full name which he usually only reserved for a few tender moments in their lives or the many, many times she'd found herself in trouble.
Actually, this was a great excuse to get out of dinner with this freak show. Theresa immediately jumped up and walked over to him. Giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, she placed her finger over his lips, knowing he was about to protest, and said, “I'll just go back ta tha Academy. That's probably quite important coming from on high like that. We'll try ta get together again soon, Tom.”
With that, Terry took off inside knowing that Tom would be too busy dealing with Magneto to stop her. Running to her room and ignoring the cross look from Madison, Theresa gathered her few belongings she had brought with her then locked her door. Walking to the main hall, she informed the driver she was heading back to school and within minutes, Theresa was away from the insanity that home had become. Dealing with her classmates was bad enough.
((Exits to Royal Academy; Elixir's Room))
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Post by Belladonna LeBeau on Jan 10, 2006 15:22:36 GMT -5
"Vous savez ce que veux dire je, Bell," Bella had just about had it with people telling her what she did and did not understand. And it wasn't just Tom that had been doing it...her grandfather had told her exactly what to think and feel, her brother too and the worst culprit of all had been Remy LeBeau, her deadbeat husband.
Taking a dainty bite of her meal, she washed it down with a hearty swig of bourbon. Bella always loved Tom's cooking...which could've been that is usually ended up drowned in alcohol or that he was a good cook. Just from her personal knowledge alone, she tended to lean towards the former.
Looking down at the diamond ring on her finger, she had to roll her eyes. The thing was a beauty in and of itself...but it represented so much filth and degradation that the beauty was moot. Remy had put this ring on her finger because their famalies wanted an alliance. Remy hadn't even stuck around to enjoy the whole honeymoon...
BellaDonna's pity party was busted up by the sharp ringing of a phone she knew all too well. The Maurauders would be moving out soon...
“Theresa, could ya please excuse us?”“Evening Magnus. Ta what do I owe tha pleasure?” Ooh...Tom had used Theresa's full name. Belle had heard it once in a while, usually if she caught the rare times he chastised her or when he told stories about her.
Silently, she watched him. Magneto had called personally, a great honor...and a very important indicator. This would be a serious mission.
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