Little Dove

Aoife Ormond "That's EEF-AH, before you get it wrong." 19 Years. Daughter of Yasmin and Davin Ormand. Youngest sister in a pack of 5. Musician. S Gene: Empathic Voice. It's the small ones you should be scared of.

[aoife-ormond-blog]

Colton minds his own business, doesn’t need a visual to recognize that annoying voice. “More plausible explanation would be that I am using tempered dices.” He points out dryly, conveying no intention to convince the man. He retrieves the dices and rolls them in his palm. Is she old enough to drink? He does the math in a second, sighs as he remembers the age limit of alcohol consumption is 18. “I’m calling your brother if you bother me.”warns him.

Aoife huffs. “But, so boring.” At the man’s warning, Aoife can’t help but chuckle, a grin showing on her features as she raises an eyebrow at Colton. “So, you’re saying that not only do you remember the name of the brother I’m staying with, but you also have his number? I am impressed.” She laughs again, letting her hair sway over her shoulder as she tilts her head. Then, she merely shrugs a shoulder, though her smile does become one of slight mischief. “But, don’t worry. I have no intention of bothering you. I only wanted to chat! We haven’t seen each other for ages. So, let’s play a game! I ask a question, you ask a question. Have you got a job? Ooh, wait, no. Have you been on any dates? Wait, no, I change question again - where did you have your last birthday party?” She asks excitedly, clasping her hands together as she awaits his answer expectantly.

[aoife-ormond-blog]

“Whoa” is all she said as the flash suddenly went off in direction of her eyes. The white-haired girl blinked a couple of times before she looked up to see the girl with the camera. “I’m okay. Still able to see. Sorry I stepped in the middle of your photo, though” Rei said, knowing for sure she hadn’t been what the blonde tried to photograph. She quickly slipped a USB drive into her pocket, a little bit of intel she’d ‘borrowed’ from the building that she just walked out from.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m just glad your eyes are still working. That would not be a good way to start the day.” Aoife grins, shaking the polaroid as she waited for the image to appear. Then, she looks up to Rei, and gasps, eyes widening in sudden excitement. “Look. At. Your. Hair!” She yells, a bright grin forming upon her face, almost forgetting the photograph as she clasps her hands together. “How did you get it to do the blue thing? It’s beautiful. Truly, it is. You look like you should be a celebrity.” She gushes with a smile, before extending the small photograph to the girl. “Here. Take that as my apology. I promise to  try not to blind you in the future.”

[aoife-ormond-blog]

Blonde hair whipped around in the wind, as Aoife focused her camera in upon a dog that was happily trekking around the park. Snap. The satisfying whir of the polaroid caused a smile to form on her face, as she shook the square image. Contented with the shot, Aoife spun on her heel, aiming the lens at the next subject which captured her interest. However, she hadn’t noticed the person walking past her, and when the flash went off, it was a photo of a person she had caught, not the swing set in the distance. “Woah. Sorry about that. Didn’t mean to blind you.” She says, hurriedly, taking the snapshot from her camera once more. “I’m sure it looks great, though. Candid shots are fun!”

[lilshitshepherd]

He throws five dices in the air, one by one. As he focuses on the strings of causality, the dices land, all of them showing six spots. He repeats. The number of spots change– 5, 4, 3, 2… 1. “How?” a person next to him asks, and Colton doesn’t bother to turn. “I’ll indulge you with a short answer,” he replies in a monotone, “I’m brilliant like that.” 

[aoife-ormond-blog]

Aoife grins as she stands beside Colt, laughing before leaning in towards the guy he was speaking to. “Either that, or he has some sort of genetic mutation which gave him a crazy super power that he decides to use on stupid bar tricks.” The blonde shrugs a shoulder, bringing the straw of her drink to her mouth with a look of mischief. “Both liable options. But, who knows?” She says, before turning her attention back to Colton. “Hi, Grumpster.”

[birdmacklin]

emmykinney Got my glockenspiel back from @colinramsay and feeling inspired so, like, watch out world. #thisiswar (photocred: @tinaturnbowmup )

[griffin-fitzwilliams]

Griffin rolls his eyes as he is forced to turn by a small hand. It is quite obvious that he is not in a good mood– but then again, when is he ever? “Okay, first of all, don’t touch me. That’s why he is on the ground.” He points at the guy. “Secondly, I told him to piss off. He didn’t listen. Another reason for him to be on the ground.” Taking things to the police wouldn’t end well for him. He can’t ask Paul for help much less his father. And if Webb happens to be in the shift, well, he would end up burning down the station. “Fine. Sorry.” He almost spits out the words that bear no . “We done?” He starts to walk away not waiting for the answer.

[aoife-ormond-blog]

She’s half tempted to tackle hug the guy when he says that, but eventually decides it’s probably not the best idea to do such things to angry strangers. So, with a frustrated look upon her face, she withdraws her hand back to her side. “Fine. No touchy.” She sighs at his explanation. “Just because someone doesn’t act how you’d like them to, doesn’t mean you can beat them up. Jeez, I’m pretty sure that’s how dictators get going. Don’t be a dictator.” She shakes her head as if to emphasise her point. She’s quite surprised when he actually apologises, even if it is with little feeling, and the unconscious guy really isn’t in a state to appreciate it. But, it was progress, she supposed. She turns her head just as he begins wandering off. Quickly, she speeds up her own pace to walk beside him. “Hey! Wait. Are you sure you don’t want to buy a ticket? It is for charity. And, you know, since I totally decided not to get you into trouble with the police, perhaps you can do a girl a favour...?” She smiles innocently.

[arthurormond-blog]

Arthur’s hair is damp and standing up in various places when he enters his room, his blue eyes blown wide, darting around. “Are you alright?!” He says in the way of greeting, his eyes quickly scoping out his sister’s body, taking in the various bumps and bruises on it. “What’s up? What do you mean, what’s up? I just got out of the shower and was greeted with a phone call from mum, screaming her bloody head off on the other line because she’d gotten a call that you were in the hospital after being in a accident! I had to talk her out of flying over from Ireland right now! That’s what’s up, Aoife!” He sighs, raking his fingers back through his dark hair, only worsening the messiness of the strands. He inhales deeply, sitting in the chair next to the bed that his sister was seated in. “Are you alright? What the hell happened?”

[aoife-ormond-blog]

“What? Oh, yeah. Just a few bumps ‘n bruises, nothing to worry about, really. Apart from the, uh, possibly broken wrist. But it’s fine - I’ll get a cool cast!” She grins up at him, though the grin deflates when she sees the worry in his eyes. “Mum knows? Oh, bloody hell. I must’ve given the nurse the wrong telephone number. I’m sorry, Arth... is she okay?” She looks up at him with wide eyes, biting her lip with an anxious expression on her face. “A car hit the back wheel of my bike. It’s no biggy, really. I just fell off and hit my arm at the wrong angle. The car guy was okay, though.” She shows a small, sheepish smile to him. Then, with a playful look in her eyes she reaches up with her good arm to flatten a few damp strands of his hair. “Your hair’s messy.” She says with a quiet chuckle. Before, shifting her position on her chair - tucking her legs beneath her and tilting her head to the side, so it rests upon Arthur’s shoulder. “I love you, big brother. You make a good headrest.”

[emilykinneydaily]

[griffin-fitzwilliams]

“I told you to–” Griffin swings his arm in attempt to shake off the man who was trying to sell him something… probably. Griffin didn’t listen. “–PISS OFF!” The next thing, the guy is in the air. He lands on the ground with a thud and lies motionlessly as Griffin stares in faint shock and mostly irritation. “Fuck.” mutters him before he starts to walk past the unconscious body.

[aoife-ormond-blog]

“Hey!” Aoife yells, eyes narrowing on the guy who had just pushed her bandmate over. The group had decided to take to the streets to try and sell some tickets for their gig, which had been going pretty well for Aoife - thanks to her innocent smile and a little help from a certain S Gene. Yet, she’s distracted from her customer when she hears the shouting from behind her. Following after the moving figure, with a hand on her hip and a determined frown on her face in typical Yasmin Thorpe style, she’s unafraid as she places a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to tug him back around to face her. “You. There’s no need to be so bloody rude, pal. I think you better apologise to my friend. Either that or I’m going to the police for… for assault!” She folds her arms over her chest, in an attempt to make herself seem bigger and tougher than she actually is.

[aoife-ormond-blog]

“Hey, Arthur! Look, I drew a ladybird on it!” Aoife grins proudly when she sees her brother enter the room, holding up her bandage-clad arm then suddenly wincing at the movement. The room was, of course, the waiting section of A&E where she was now awaiting the results of her X ray after a rather ungraceful fall from her bike. Still, the pain doesn’t seemed to have dampened her mood. In fact, she can’t really understand the look of concern on her brother’s face. “What’s up, Arth? Did I leave the milk out of the fridge again?”

[emilykinneydaily]

[arthurormond-blog]

"She's officially outdone herself this year."

[arthurormond-blog]

"She is, I’ll give her that much. Remember a few years ago when Finn’s sweater literally fell apart? Mum was mortified. Dad still teases her." He laughs at the memory, pulling his own jumper over his button-down. "The A Team. I like it." He nods his approval, but as his sister grows upset, he sighs. "It’s okay, just a little bit of empty nest syndrome. Though I don’t understand why, since she’s still got plenty to keep her busy, with three kids at home. Especially with everyone coming over, too. I’m sure that being with our new cousin will cheer her up." He tries to reassure, though he can’t help feeling guilty himself. His eyebrow inclines at her suggestion, and he shrugs. "We could. It’d probably make her unsad." He echoes the word. "But it might make it harder to leave again." Arthur nods. "No point." He agrees, then laughs. "God, and here I thought that without Mum, maybe I’d gain a couple pounds less this Christmas. I stand corrected. Where’s the feast?"

[aoife-ormond-blog]

Ha! Yeah. Good times. At least he didn't have to keep wearing his after that, could've been messy. And Dad only teases until he gets the death glare of doom. Mum gets very serious about her Christmas jumpers, y'know. (She laughs, nodding her head with a bright grin as Arthur pulls his own jumper on.) Yup. That's us. Badasses with less than badass jumpers. (Aoife gives a small nod, a half smile forming.) Empty nest? I think a better word should be normal nest. Though, it's still a bigger than average nest for most people. And I guess it's technically four kids, once you count dad after a few beers. Yes, babies! That's sure to keep the broodiness at bay, right? Babies are good for everything! Apart from sleeping through the night. And pooping at appropriate times. They're not so good with that. (She nods in agreement with her brother, biting her lip.) Someone needs to invent a tunnel that goes under the sea. Then we could just drive home whenever we wanted and go see them. Easy peasy. (She sighs, though quickly allows herself to be distracted by food. Immediately, she begins half guiding, half dragging her brother to the sofa.)

You sit down right there! This year, I'm the hostest with the mostest. The mostest of what? Who knows. But don't move. (Then she rushes into the kitchen, with the sound of loud clashes and bangs being heard as she haphazardly navigated her way through the cupboards. Not long after, she returns to her brother, balancing as many plates as she could possibly carry into the room.) Alright. Don't move. Not a muscle. i got this. I totally got this. Wait- mince pies falling, mince pies falling. I haven't got this, definitely not got this. Save them!

[arthurormond-blog]

"She's officially outdone herself this year."

Arthur’s expression is somehwat impressed as he pulls a jumper, emblazoned with an ‘A’, from a Christmas-wrapped box. “Mum shipped new ones from Ireland. Just in time for Christmas Eve.” He shakes his head and chuckles, tossing a smaller sweater with the same initial to his sister. “I did feel bad when she started getting all teary on the phone earlier, though.”

[aoife-ormond-blog]

(Aoife takes a look at her jumper, tilting her head to the side.) Well, she's definitely getting better with her stitches. Though, you'd think she'd get bored of making them after so long. I've got enough 'A' jumpers tucked away to clothe a small army of 'A' people and send them off to battle. Our combined 'A' forces would be enough to win a war, Arthur. We'll be the A Team! (She chuckles at her brother, tugging the jumper over the dress she was wearing. Aoife may never admit it, but she had a secret fondness of her Christmas jumpers. Not that she'd ever wear them in public. However, her smile falls into a face of concern at her brother's remark, looking up at him with worried eyes.) She was teary? Oh no, Arthur. She can't be sad at Christmas! That's just not right. That's like being happy at a funeral. (She tucks a few locks of blonde hair behind her ears, biting her lip.) Maybe we could go visit for New Year, couldn't we? Make it a surprise trip! Scare the life out of them when we turn up. That'll make her unsad, right? (She tried to ease her guilty conscience, and then after a moment of thinking, she breathes out a small sigh, forces a smile onto her face.) But, no point worrying, right? Can't do anything now. We've got Christmas to do. Mince pies! Gingerbread men! Christmas cake! I've got enough festive food to last us until next Christmas. Maybe even the Christmas after that.

[aoife-ormond-blog]

Woah!

[luke-hier-blog]

Luke’s laugh can definitely be heard over the music. "That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever been told in an almost creepy way. You think I’m a pretty flower?" He gives her another bright smile, still moving to the music. "You can’t be the town crazy. That’s Jem. On Wednesdays, he stands in the town square shouting at traffic, drunk and semi-naked. On Fridays, it’s conspiracy theories. So, you’re safe." As she introduces herself, he chuckles, leaning in a bit. "Nice to meet you, Aoife. I’m - " He’d been about to grab her hand to shake when she got accosted. He reaches out instinctively to help, but she steadies herself on a passing stranger who gave her a look. "Oi, like you never had to hold on for dear life in this place. Move on." He glares the other down before turning back to Aoife. "Many things don’t work here, I’m afraid. As I was saying, I’m Luke."

[aoife-ormond-blog]

Well, I'll try to tone down the creepy for you next time. Oh, yeah. Prettiest flower I've ever seen. Like a tulip, or a rose, or a... am I sounding creepy again? (She questions with a raise of her eyebrows, before simply laughing at herself. She tilts her head as he speaks, a grin spreading on her face.) Ah, well, it's always good to know I'm not the most crazy person around here. Perhaps I should meet this Jem, we could compare crazy notes. Although, you never know, I could be some secret scary psycho murderer That's why you should never talk to strangers like me. We're very unpredictable. (She recovers from her almost fall with a bright blush on her face, this only increasing with the glare she receives from the passer-by. Still, it's not like she's not used to such situations, and she manages to brush it off with a light smile and a roll of her eyes.) It's alright. This is probably why I shouldn't come to places like this, my clumsy streak has a field day. (She chuckles, smile widening.) Oh, right. Better not try out my break dance routine, then, huh? Probably end up sending myself and anyone in my circumference to the nearest A&E. But, It's nice to meet you, Luke. I apologise in advance just in case I end up falling on top of you in this place.

[aoife-ormond-blog]

Woah!

[luke-hier-blog]

Luke’s pulse throbbed in time with the music. He may not be much of a partier, but he liked loud music. The energy in him thrummed along with the heavy vibrations and he couldn’t quite stand still. He didn’t have much of a sense of rhythm, but the energy helped with that. As the girl came up, he gave her a bright smile, more charming than he could have intended. He listened to her, laughing inaudibly over the noise. "The music here is pretty great. And I’m sure I don’t smell like the prettiest flower right now." He paused, smiling again. "I’ve never thought of it that way, but I see what you mean. Though, when you do see honey, it’s usually as sign it’s time to go for the night."

[aoife-ormond-blog]

(Aoife smiles back at the man she's managed to grab the attention of, laughing at his joke, though it may not be heard over the noises around them. She nudges him jokingly, raising her voice to be heard.) Aw, don't you worry. You're the prettiest smelling flower in a flower shop... Not in a creepy, I've been smelling you sort of way... more a man, I really should stop freaking strangers out by babbling like an idiot sort of way. (She smiles apologetically, brushing a lock of hair behind hear ear. However, she's quick to recover, tilting her head to one side with a grin at him.) Ha. Well, feel free to boot me out into the streets if I start yapping on about honey too much, don't want to gain a reputation as the town crazy person. I'm not that crazy just yet, more a sensible level of craziness. (She chuckles, then pauses, once again shouting to be heard over the music.) I'm Aoife, by the way. I forgot to mention. (She sticks a hand out to shake, momentarily forgetting she's in the middle of a dancing crowd as her second of stillness results in the hustling bodies shoving her sideways.) Bad idea, bad idea. (She winces, catching herself at the last minute by grabbing the first shoulder her hand reaches and pulling herself up. She blows a piece of hair from her face, giving a flustered grin in Luke's direction.) Hand shaking doesn't work in these places, by the way, don't try that.

[alexdoodlemain]

[aoife-ormond-blog]

Woah!

(Aoife moved in time to the music being blasted from the speakers of the club, the majority of her movements being forced on her by the thriving bodies of the crowd hustling around her. This move, for her, was all about new adventures - and, well, she'd never been clubbing before. This was definitely an adventure! So long as her brother didn't find out, then it may be a death sentence. But, no need to worry about that now. Instead, Aoife shuffled along to the outskirts of the crowd, smiling at a person who seemed to be on their own.) Hey! This place is pretty great, right? I don't think I've ever heard music this loud. I mean, sure, it smells a bit sweaty - which I'm most definitely sure has nothing to do with you - but once you manage to ignore that, it's like a big, jumping bee hive. But with us, not bees. And I've not seen any honey. Pretty neat.