You know, sometimes all I really want is silence ( Read more... )

Greetings and such to everybody -- hello! You're looking at one very bright-eyed and amazingly bushy-tailed post-transatlantic Irishwoman just coming back from getting in touch with her homeland and all that! Wow, that was wordy. In any case, me and Alex and my dad and Miss Frost are back. Ireland was lovely, and my family are absolutely insane. ( Read more... )

Wow.

We're back. Obviously, but you know.

I have a ticket. A plane ticket. Return trip to Ireland! We're going to Cassidy Keep for Christmas. We're leaving on Friday, so you all have until then to wish me Merry Christmas. We're all back in time for the wedding though, so you don't have to worry about that, Ali.

Brazil was... intense scary ( Read more... )

Text message to Sean Cassidy

Brazil v. hot. Ireland please? Miss you lots, thinking of smiting Davis. Love,
~T

Text message to Rahne Sinclair

Hey hon! You wouldn't believe the men in Brazil -- though sneaking suspicion that most English boys are icky being quickly confirmed by P.W. More later, hope you're well! Love,
~T

Text message to Pietro ( Read more... )

Text messages sent out earlier today

To Sean Cassidy --

Arrived and safe! Amara's house v. swanky. Makes me want to see the Keep, though. Contacts v. interesting. Breakfast! Lots of love,
~T

To Pietro Maximoff --No sunburn yet, though I've been in a car and a room mostly. Men's lav at airport v. nasty, though still alive despite teleporting ( Read more... )

So here's the plan: no more trouble for me for the rest of the year. I think that sounds reasonable to shoot for, don't you?

...no, I didn't think so either.

[private to Pietro] You. Stop hiding. We need to talk. Perhaps Talk, even. I'm sick of this pussyfooting around.

( OOC preening )

Where are you when I need you, girlie?

Ididsomethingstupidandnowmydadisontherampage. Help.

Fuck him. Fuck Alex Masters and the horse he rode in on.

And fuck me for being silly enough to think I'd finally found somebody who'd want be interested in me.

Maybe I should just get Pietro drunk enough again. I bet something would happen.

Stupid git.

I'm sorry I wasn't at the funeral. I think I would have come apart, though -- seeing that nightware wake up and slap me in the face, I think I'd have cracked wide open right then and there. I consider myself fortunate to have missed it all, selfish as that sounds. But in any case ( Read more... )

I'm awake, God damn you all. Why does everyone insist on tip-toeing around me? My head hurts, but I'm fine, honestly. Why won't anyone tell me what happened? Why won't anyone let me see my father ( Read more... )