#ualanomalley

[awfulheart]

Help me bury a body

She barely knows him, so this catches her off guard.  "Do I get a free pint?"

[justahumanshield]

Princes of Violence

Scotland was one of those rare places in the world that was immediately beautiful and impressive. Lots of places were one or the other, but the land was gorgeous and harsh in a way that just made perfect sense if you'd met the people. Wonderful honest people. 

This would have been Kennedy's opinion as well if he didn't have a view of the underside of everything. Every city had an underside. Every government had shadow organizations. And for every wonderful honest person there was a Rooker McManus. Here and there throughout his worldwide network of contacts, Kennedy had a few he wasn't proud to know. Rooker topped the list. The man had sold guns to the IRA--the violent branch--when he was much younger. He'd probably sell to anybody who waved cash under his nose, even if they told him flat-out they were going to bomb a school.

But for the city of Edinburgh, no other man knew as much.

Kennedy knew he was lucky to count such a man as a contact, even if he didn't like his practices. Or his personality. So he didn't complain or argue when Rooker wanted to meet in a pub Kennedy had never been to before. Lives were at stake; he could swallow his personal feelings. It was what he did best, after all. 

[ralphmaynard]

+ Ualanomalley

Ralph was holding the fort down at the shop, kicking back reading a magazine while he waited for someone, anyone to come in. It had been slow as hell and really there was no reason for him to be there but Jaques didn't like closing up early, especially on a Saturday. He glanced up at the clock about ready to take a break, maybe have a smoke or something when he heard the door open and he peeked his head out from behind his magazine before hopping off his chair to greet the man who had entered. "What's up man, you looking to get something tonight?"

[theoriginalbloodcountess]

ooc; After a hot shower that involved moi smacking away a damn spider hiding in the corner and then finding out the damn spider had a family hidden in the towel rack, I am back with hanging out here and Ualan.

Follow Ualan, he is a human who made his money in pubs, has a military past, and a Scottish brogue that comes out when he drinks too much of his own whiskey.

I hate spiders, hate them with a passion, and I will use as much vinegar on them to keep them away.

[theoriginalbloodcountess]

He made his money in brew houses and in a life scarred over by his time in the military.

Ooc; Since I can't be on Countess tonight I'm going to bring out a character that has been smoking his cigar waiting for a change and a chance to be let out.

[master-rhett]

ualanomalley:

Sure, and if you washed yer bloody arse since I have no need to be smelling sprite come out of it.

I wash everything in the shower Ualan, jeez. I'm not dirty I've told you this before.