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chaseinflames:
“Woah, slow down pop Rox.” Chase stumbled back dramatically, offering her a warm expression. “You almost took me out there.”
Roxy pressed her lips together in a frown, gazing up at Chase. She didn’t say a word at first before two finally came out. “Sorry. Move.”
Roxy didn’t know why she was still in the church. Perhaps it was because she hadn’t seen Mason or because she was searching for answers that no one was giving but she finally stood, smoothing her dress down. She had taken one step when someone was in her way. “I’m leaving, if you’ll excuse me.” She stated without looking up.
mvchellerad:
“I want to know what his plan is.” Michelle didn’t bother lying, well aware that Roxy would see through it. Mason believed what he wanted to, whereas Roxy didn’t trust anything that she didn’t see with her own two eyes.
“It’s too late to stop whatever he’s put into motion, so I need to be prepared for what comes next.”
“Do you truly believe he will share it with you?” Roxy said softly, not wanting to draw attention to her words. “We’re not one of them, they’ve made that very clear.”
mvchellerad:
“I’m not here for a fight.” Michelle was many things but she was not stupid. Fighting Hook was useless and it wouldn’t actually yield any results, except to cause tension with Josh.
“What are you doing, Michelle?” She said softly. This was one of the few times she couldn’t read her sister.
mvchellerad:
“Someone get me either my brother or your Captain, now.” Michelle didn’t need to raise her voice to make it clear that it wasn’t a question as she walked into the church. She had dealt with enough horrors in her life to know how to make a point without making a scene.
Roxy moved slowly from around the corner, her eyebrow raised. “Great minds think alike... But is this a fight you want to have?”
mvchellerad:
“They can’t shoot what they don’t recognize, Rox.” Michelle smiled mischievously at her sister, the way she used to when she disappeared from the house with no explanation and came back a few pounds richer.
Roxy had a lot of faith in Michelle’s ability to hide and become someone else. In a way, their skills were similar. Roxy could disappear into the shadows, Michelle could disappear into a crowd. “Can’t con death, Chelle.” Roxy said warningly. “I’ll be having a few words with Hook anyhow.”
Roxy was sitting at the bar, writing out her thoughts in order to sort them out. She was looking at possibilities, probabilities and trying to attach maths to the reactions of people. She was so engrossed in her work that she didn’t notice her drink even arriving, it was just there.
mvchellerad:
“I’m sorry, Rox.” Michelle knew she could sound intense when she spoke about the resentment she now felt towards the people who had tried to hurt her family. “If something had happened to Josh…”
“Yeah.” She couldn’t pretend that she got it. She didn’t have a husband, only siblings. “I’ll work it out. But just... be careful.”
mvchellerad:
“They won’t care if I did no jobs.” Michelle thought that much was obvious; her connections to two of Hook’s hitmen put a target on her back. “I knew this was a possibility when I married Josh.”
“Okay.” Roxy said it quietly, falling silent now. She was rethinking her presence now. Perhaps this was more dangerous than she thought.
joshrad:
“Unfortunate. For me.” With his belongings removed from it and now safely in his jeans pockets, he balled up the item of clothing and discarded of it in the public bin.
“What brings you back?”
“Michelle and Mason.” She said simply, not offering any further explanation. “As always. And your response that will give me the information I need on how concerned I should be.”
cptnhook:
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A foot pressed to the brick of the outside of the church, Hook struck a match on the wall, lighting his roll up with the flame on the end. As eerie as the place of worship could be, sinners in a sacred sanctuary at least gave him some amusement.
“Takes a little more than that to creep on a Captain,” Hook announced, his head turning fast to see the approaching figure in a better light. He was three for three on his favourite collectibles, the Williams siblings.
“I hope this appearance is a family visit and not business, I don’t take too kindly to being investigated.”
“I wasn’t trying to creep up on you.” Roxy said with a smooth, expressionless face. She wasn’t giving anything up when it came to this conversation.
Her arms folded and her eyes became slightly darker. This was when people could see the resemblance between Mason, Michelle and Roxy. There was a fire that burned underneath the blank faces. It could destroy if they chose it to. That was why they were good at what they did. “It’s a family visit.” Her voice was calm and even but if Hook knew anything at all, he would have to know how dangerous that was. “You’re trying to wade my family into a war. That is something that requires discussion.”
mvchellerad:
“I do the odd job here and there.” Michelle would never submit to being under anyone’s thumb for work. She didn’t require a keeper or a protector and never would. “It doesn’t matter though. I’m Mason’s sister and Josh’s wife- it’s clear what side I stand on.”
She let out a long breath. Roxy didn’t like that being Mason’s sister now came with terms and conditions. Although she’d be lying if the pure idea that they tried to hurt her brother didn’t make her want to destroy them. “Right.” She said simply. “But what about what happens next? You do know that something bad is coming. What if they don’t care if you only do an odd job?”
masxnwilliams:
“What are you doing here?” He asked, tilting his head to the side in confusion. Mason couldn’t remember how long it had been since he had last seen his older sister, months or years maybe. They spoke occasionally, not as much as most siblings but then they weren’t like most siblings were they. Roxy spied on people, digging up their dirt for money. Michelle traded in lies and deception, he could count on one hand the amount of people who knew the real her and he killed people for money and fun. They definitely weren’t the sending birthday cards in the post kind of family.
Roxy was honest with Mason, he always had been. Perhaps it had been growing up with Michelle but Roxy valued honesty. It was exactly why she liked her job, it was about finding the truth. “I heard about the cinema through the rumour mill and I don’t trust your... group to keep me updated if something had gone wrong. So here I am.”
mvchellerad:
“They tried to burn them to the ground. There’s no truce after that.” Normally, Michelle could stay detached, but when it came to the safety of her family and those who she now counted among them, Michelle couldn’t pretend not to care.
Roxy let a long breath out. There would never be a truce again. Hook’s reputation had preceded him long before Roxy had met him. “What about you? Where are you standing now? Does he have both of you?”
mvchellerad:
Michelle gave Roxy a sad smile, unsure what else to do when it came to where they had each ended up. “Just keep clear of the Darlings, Rox. All of the associations won’t do well for you.”
“You do know that you have just cut out half my clientele?” Roxy sighed, running a hand through her hair. “Has it truly gotten that bad? There hasn’t been a truce drawn?”
mvchellerad:
“I’m sure Hook would love the trifecta of siblings.” Michelle no longer said the words with dread or unhappiness. She had embraced the Rogers as extended family, though it was always clear that her own came first.
“Well, you can’t always get what you want.” Roxy was still on the edge when it came to the Rogers. She would never have fit in there, they didn’t really need a glorified cop at the end of the day.
joshrad:
Josh turned his head at the sound of a familiar voice, studying her for a moment. He would have been spooked if he wasn’t used to Roxy just appearing at random by now.
“Very well.” Alive was close enough. “Been back long?”
“Just a few moment ago. Obviously not in time to save your jacket.” She observed the slash with sharp eyes, her curiosity getting the better of her. Perhaps she didn’t want to know what Josh had been getting up to.