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[Ciaran O'Malley]

FUCK.  FUCK.  Ciaran stumbles and presses against the nearest wall, breathing harshly.  His head is spinning, and he feels sick.  Where even is he in fucking town?  What happened?  Slade is going to be pissed.  That didn't go as planned at all.  He coughs a few times, wiping away the blood from his mouth.  How badly is he hurt?  It feels worse than it is, but getting jumped and spooked was the last thing he expected to happen tonight.  He limps out into the street, taking note of the signs.

Well, fuck him.  If he isn't down the fucking street from the Ladies of May.  He wrinkles his nose.  He doesn't trust Isabel.  Ciaran knows he should, because Slade trusts her. . . but. . . 

He winces, putting a hand on his side.  He has to go to her.  It's not like he can get to a nearby doctor at this hour.  Ciaran curses under his breath and limps toward the brothel, where he pushes his way in.  "Where is she?"  He asks in his gruff voice, glaring at one of the younger ones.  He's slept with her before;  he's made his way around the brothel. . .  but that's not what he's here for tonight.  The girl looks surprised at his appearance in the dim light and hurries off for Isabel.  

Ciaran rests against a wall and waits, closing his eyes.  He begins to drift. . .

Tagging: Isabel Mayfield

[Isabel Mayfield]

It was late and while there were still a few clients around, there were not many. Isabel had just finished doing a few things and was about to get ready to go to sleep herself when one of her girls ran into her office telling her that someone was here and they needed her help. It was a strange request, but not one she'd never received before. Sometimes men came stumbling into her place of business drunk, not knowing where they were. She was quick to shoo them out of there, as this was not an inn. 

Walking into the main room, Isabel found herself confused to see Ciaran there. He looked out of shape and she frowned. "Ciaran?" She asked. "What is the matter?" Obviously something was wrong for him to come here and to her. Even Isabel knew he was not overly fond of her, though she did not know why. She could see that he was going to pass out and she rushed over, putting one of his arms around her shoulder and asking one of the other girls to assist her. Together, the two carried him down the hall and towards one of the unoccupied rooms. They laid him in the bed and Isabel sighed, sitting down on the edge. "What happened?" She asked. 

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Tag: Ciaran O'Malley

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