Irish Clooney

May the lilt of Irish laughter Lighten every load, May the mist of Irish magic Shorten every road, May you taste the sweetest pleasures That fortune ere bestowed, And may all your friends remember. All the favors you are owed.

[4leafclooney]

he shrugged. Oi guess Oi just wanted to come ‘ome, not t’at Oi remember growing up ‘ere” He walked after her, feeling the chill, and hoping the wind chill would die down a bit.

[4leafclooney]

A Noight Jog

[4leafclooney]

Clooney raised an eyebrow for just a moment at the invite then grinned warmly despite the chill night air. “Sure t’at sounds lovely, but it’s a bit late isn’t it? Perhaps we should continue t’is tomorrow?” he hadn't really expected her to take him out for drinks, but he had cooled off a bit and wanted to get moving again, before the chill really set in.

“you tell me when and where and Oi’ll be t’ere.” shook his limbs loosening him up.

[4leafclooney]

A Noight Jog

[4leafclooney]

He grinned, and chuckled “And where Oi come from, Oi don’t ave one. its all a matter of perspective.” He got a very defensive vibe from her, He had relaxed because he was no longer threatened. Perhaps she still feels threatened? He thought to himself. “Oi guess Oi ‘ave... decent ‘earing.” He listened as she started asking him questions, and then chuckled. “easy t’ere, Oi’m Just jogging Officer,  Moy name is Clooney, and Oi loike t’e forest at noight, it calms and clears moy head.”

He smiled and shrugged, “Oi don’t moind answering questions, but please don’t interrogate me, and you should at least boy me a drink before Oi see ‘andcuffs” His eyes twinkled playfully, then sobered a bit. “‘Onestly t’ough Oi’d rather not cause any trouble wit’ moy exercise routine, if Oi need to change moy route or toime Oi can...” He trailed off he really did like the cool brisk forest at night, but it wasn’t worth the authorities digging around in his business.

[4leafclooney]

He looked at her wondering if she needed to talk after all,then shrugging he said. “Oi could take a break, where is t’is wooden hangout?” He motioned for her to lead the way.

[4leafclooney]

He felt like she was avoiding, but he had no need or desire to press, if she wanted to talk he would listen if not that was her right. He shrugged again shaking his head. “Oi’ve been hydrating all day, Oi’m foine”

[4leafclooney]

A Noight Jog

[4leafclooney]

He noticed her hands come up from her hip, she seemed unnerved or vulnerable, crossing her arms she mocked his accent. and the tension... He laughed, a melodious chuckle and his eyes were warm and relaxed as he spoke. “hey, now I didn’t make fun of your accent.” His eyes shone playfully as he adopted an almost perfect American accent, with a bit of a west coast drawl.

Grinning he held his hands up palms towards her. “Oi’m sorry, didn’t mean to ...skulk, Oi was just out for a noight jog, and ‘eard somet’ing, probably you.... so OI slowed and troyed to figure out what it was... what’s a lovely lady such as your self doing out here now, wrong clothes for jogging.. just passing through? Or you also looking into strange noises in the noight?” He chuckled again relaxed and feeling giddy now that his system was full of Adrenalin with no threat to direct it at.

[4leafclooney]

A Noight Jog

[4leafclooney]

He slowed to a stop and looked around, thinking he had heard something. He failed to see the woman until she was rather close behind him, certainly close enough to be spotted then he heard the rustle of underbrush. “’Eyoh” he exclaimed turning towards the noise his center of gravity dropping and he shifted his feet slightly, he wasn’t in a fighting stance, but he could be very quickly.

“...Come on now, Oi don’t loike bein startled..’ he spotted a female figure and relaxed upon not seeing a weapon in her hands. “You bout made me shite moy self, what are you skulking around ‘ere for?”

[4leafclooney]

He sighed and then relaxed shrugging. “People are always gonna t’ink somet’in, Oi shouldn’t let it get to me... you ok?” he looked around and then at her, feeling like she was hiding something.”

[4leafclooney]

A Noight Jog

Clooney’s arms and legs moved with an easy rhythm, his breath constant, his stride barely broke with each root or rock he avoided. In a dark grey sleeveless sweatshirt and sweatpants, He could have been easy to miss, moving at a good pace he made little sound, his blue glinting eyes the only vibrant thing about him. He loved the brisk air with patches of chilly fog, and the soft sounds of the forest, It reminded him of the little forests in Ireland.

His eyes and ears were alert avoiding obstacles and changing directions when he caught hint’s of habitation in the direction he was headed, then he slowed hearing something close by.

[4leafclooney]

He held up his arms in front of himself. “Easy, claws away Val, Oi didn’t say you were.” he lowered his arms shaking his head, and muttering. “Oi like to jog at noight, Oi loike t’e forest at noight, and it clears my head... some noice alone toime, away from people and t’e annoying assumptions t’ey make.” He stared at her a little coldly.

[4leafclooney]

Clooney retracted his arm and raised an eyebrow. “Just wandering around huh, could be dangerous.” He watched her stand up and look at him.

“Oi enjoy a noightly jog, why is t’at so impossible?”

[illusionsinthevalley-blog]

@4leafclooney

There comes a time when a person is up to its wits end. Valley still hasn’t reached that level, but she has a feeling that she soon will. She’s becoming really desperate, just a few months back she tried to steal a document from the police station, it was only luck that the police officer who caught her understood her situation. But even then she was still looking, even when the officer offered his help in looking for her brother, she declined and said, she can’t trust too much or she might end up missing too.

Now she is wondering the forest, late at night, roaming around, wondering what she will find in this place. She doesn’t know where to look anymore, so she just got up and roamed around the city. It was already past eleven when she found herself in the forest. She knows she’s hungry; she hasn’t eaten for a whole day. She fished through the pockets of her jeans and leather jacket, hoping to find a gum or something to pacify her rumbling stomach, but she found none.

Not noticing the large root curving up, she tripped. Valley tried to regain her balance, but all she managed to do was turn around and fall on her bottom. “Who the hell put the root there anyway?” she groaned, sighing, and hit the ground with bother her hands, throwing her frustrations there, instead of shouting

[4leafclooney]

Jogging through the woods at night calmed clooney, it wasn’t just the exercise, the trees the smell of greenery, reminded him of home... of better times. He moved quietly, and efficiently, keeping a good pace, at least until he heard a soft thud and a groan, cautiously he slowed and peeked around a tree in the direction of the noise.

“T’at would be t’e tree, Oi believe” He grinned, his sweat pants and sleeveless top of dark grey made it look like he was a floating head and arms, as he walked briskly over. Extending a hand to her to help her up, he asked. “What t’e ‘ell are you doing out here at t’is toime Val?”

[4leafclooney]

Clooney frowned thoughtfully. “ Loike some kind of build up? If you don’t use them enough?” He smiled warmly, “Well if t’ey ever get too outta control, look me up, Oi could probably help.”

[4leafclooney]

He nodded following her explanations, giving an appreciative smile, at her interesting but fairly helpful metaphor.  he quietly sipped his tea, listening, waiting for her to finish her explanation. “ Oi bet t’at was over whelming at toimes, Bet it ‘elped keep people ‘onest around you ... not t’at’s always a good t’ing”

He usually spent this time trying to figure out what they needed, of course he listened to them, but body language was just as important. He already knew what she might want, so as much as he liked her red hair and blushing cheeks he put aside any thoughts of seduction .. for now, he wanted to be a friend, a regular conversation with a friend, that is what he thought she needed.

“Could be ‘andy at work, depending on what you do... what do you do Bea?”

[4leafclooney]

A Names meaning.

Filling out some paperwork, Clooney signed his name.

Clooney Conall. He looked at the names as he put the pen down.

Clooney from Gaelic, meaning quick witted, and Conall meaning strong wolf, he like those they were what he had wanted to be at the time. He knew what they meant because he had looked up the meanings, when he had chosen what his name would be. He legally changed them when he started a career as a model.

the common last name was O’conall but he had left out the O’ because that in Ireland means son of, and he refused to have any connection to his father. and he hated his original name...to many memories and all of them sour.

He shook his head and shuffled the papers together, paperclip them together.

“Alroight Now a trip to t’e post office, and Oi’m done for the day.”

[4leafclooney]

:Clooney raised an eyebrow and frowned a little. “huh? you ok?” He hadn’t done anything to effect Elias’s ability, but maybe the kid just leaked it and touching him caused some kind of hiccup?.. or his ability was already unstable, so much so that even his passive defensive ability knocked it askew? Clooney looked at him with concern, making a mental note to be careful about touching him in the future.

[4leafclooney]

Smiling warmly he, grasped her had gently, the insides of his hands soft, but his knuckles were slightly calloused. In his mind he noted that his ability protested more when he took her hand. “Oi’m Clooney, Its a pleasure to meet you, Bea.” sitting down he leaned back, immediately relaxed. “so do you hear ... or rat’er feel a name of an emotion? or is it like a vague sort of thing?” He suddenly chuckled, his eyes twinkling. “Oi suppose it’s loike troing to explain colors to a bloind man”

“..And it gets worse the closer you get huh?” He shook his head. “Oi’m sorry, Oi’m being rude its only fair Oi explain, as Oi know your...” he trailed off trying to find the right word... he had never liked any of them. “... special trait?..Any ways moy ..gift... is t’at Ot’ers gifts don’t work on me.”

“Well t’at is t’e basic part Oi can also turn off others gifts.” He held up a finger. “ temporarily Moind you, and t’e longest Oi’ve ever done it for is just under an ‘our, and it left me roight knackered.”