Annabelle.

I dreamed about ya', baby. T'was just the other night. Most of ya' was naked. Ah, but some of ya' was light... // {SV RP 18+} #BDSRP #Origins #BPRP

[Annabelle. @HolyToHell]

There he is...

{grinning wide} And suddenly I find myself favorin' the color blue. https://t.co/Wanb2Tg1Z2

[Blackberry Patch RP @Tingling_Lemons]

#NewArrivalAlert! Follow @PaterSanctorum to keep tabs on a new original #BDS SL from #BPRP! ~ HQ

#ComingSoon!
#BoondockSaints

[Annabelle. @HolyToHell]

{beaming} It's a /fine/ piece of art! Thank you, @DarklingICreate!

[Fandom Fiction @FandomFicAwards]

((c)) @PaterSanctorum & @HolyToHell, and @_AcrossTime_ & @ViolentSedation.

[Annabelle. @HolyToHell]

-- she took the elder MacManus' hands in hers, warming them as best she could.} Noah? See if we can't find a decent bottle? @PaterSanctorum

[Annabelle. @HolyToHell]

-- What was needed. Aye, you have blood on your hands. So do all warriors who join battles.

{Worrying #Jacob was going into shock, --

[Annabelle. @HolyToHell]

-- before him.}

{softly} There is no greater evil in the world, than the indifference of good men... You know you did what was right. --

[Annabelle. @HolyToHell]

-- {Not liking the elder MacManus' pallor, she grabbed for a blanket, wrapping it around the man's shoulders as she dropped into a crouch --

[Annabelle. @HolyToHell]

-- Makin' sure a /good/ man doesn't get gunned down for doin' the /right/ thing? {huffing} Try and keep me out of it. See what happens. --

[Annabelle. @HolyToHell]

-- Which ones?

{Brow arching, she took #Jacob's arm, easing him to a seat on one of the room's cots.} Takin' care of family? --

[Annabelle. @HolyToHell]

-- urging @PaterSanctorum and his Da' inside before locking it behind them.}

"You shouldn't mixed up in these doin's, lass." --

[Annabelle. @HolyToHell]

-- room, a sanctuary whose location nary a man in town would divulge.

Working the key in the lock, she pushed the door open, --

[Annabelle. @HolyToHell]

-- notice of three.} {quietly} Almost there...

{A firm grip on @PaterSanctorum's hand, she led the way up the stairs to #Doc's back --

[Annabelle. @HolyToHell]

-- could only keep quiet about a gunshot for so long.

Thank the Lord for McGinty's boisterous crowd. Too many drunken souls to take --

[Annabelle. @HolyToHell]

-- It wouldn't be long before the police were called. Surely the nosy ladies living upstairs from @PaterSanctorum's father's business --

[Annabelle. @HolyToHell]

-- in an ever warming smile as the fine man lobbed her a trio of keys on a silver ring, catching them without breaking stride. --

[Annabelle. @HolyToHell]

{A sharp gaze and an apologetic smile cutting #Doc off as they entered the rollicking pub, she held out her hand, lips tugging up --

[Annabelle. @HolyToHell]

@PaterSanctorum -- tonight. That needed doin'.

{Gaze flickering between #Noah and #Jacob, she arched a brow, curious.} Where /did/ you get the fuckin' gun?

[Annabelle. @HolyToHell]

@PaterSanctorum -- she stepped back to #Noah's side, proud as hell to be holding his hand.} You've nothin' to be guilty over, sir. What you've done --

[Annabelle. @HolyToHell]

@PaterSanctorum -- don't report in, and we need to be hidden when that happens. Doc, he says we can use his space at the pub, yeah?

{Hope in her eyes, --

[Annabelle. @HolyToHell]

@PaterSanctorum -- shaped corpse, worry starting to mount.} We've got to /leave/ here, sir. These men, someone's gonna come lookin' for 'em when they --

[Annabelle. @HolyToHell]

@PaterSanctorum -- How long have we all been knucklin' under to these sons of bitches, aye? Waitin' for someone to rise...

{Moving over the potato --