Post by Malleus on Jan 9, 2015 17:13:48 GMT -6
December 25, 2014
The Warehouse
Las Vegas, Nevada
Sitting on a rooftop was nothing new when you spend your entire life doing things you know can get you in trouble of various sorts at any time. Shonn Maguire had done it many a time before, especially with Aerynn Donnelly and Pauly O’Connor back home in Ireland. Now, after prison, it had become a refuge and a place to get away from the hustle and bustle all around him. Living in Las Vegas meant life never slowed down and might actually speed up when the sun went down. Normally, that would mean it was time to get on their bikes and ride but whenever they were here at the warehouse Aerynn and Shonn called home, it was up on the rooftop they tended to go for alone time.
Shonn Maguire: Bloody beautiful…
Aerynn leans back against him, seemingly somewhere between bored and annoyed.
Aerynn Donnelly: Whot is?
Smiling, Shonn just shakes his head.
Shonn Maguire: Tha would be ye, now wouldn’t it, Alice?
Rolling her eyes, Aerynn smacks him and sits forward, moving her back away from his bare chest. As Shonn sits there in nothing but a pair of black jeans, Aerynn pulls her knees in closer to her own chest, her black t-shirt blowing in the breeze while her black leather chaps manager to hug her hips just enough to show off the tight blue jeans underneath them, her boots scraping against the roof’s material.
Aerynn Donnelly: Dun talk like tha… like them…
Shonn grins, flashing a smile that says he knows he’s got her where he wants her.
Shonn Maguire: So, ye wouldna be intrested in a story then?
Aerynn glances back at him.
Aerynn Donnelly: You dinna need tae tease me fer tha, Hatter, an’ ye know it!
Still grinning, Shonn shrugs.
Shonn Maguire: Ye love it and ye know it!
Aerynn turns her back on him and stares out at the city before them. Shonn nods out there towards the lights shining in the distance.
Shonn Maguire: It looks so much bigga… brighta…
He trails off, going silent as he watches the lights dance.
Shonn Maguire: Donnie would love tha…
Aerynn looks over at him, frowning.
Aerynn Donnelly: Who?
Shonn grins.
Shonn Maguire: Me friends inside, Donnie an’ Davis. Ye neva saw one withou th’ otha. Both built like nae otha, brick shithouses they be. Donnie’s a large black’n wit a bald head, lovely lad, that’n. Dinna know his own strength a’tall. So chilelike, the otha lads took tae callin’im “Devastator” because where’er he went, devastation followed…
He pauses, grinning at the memory.
Shonn Maguire: An because he ‘ad a wee Decepticon tattoo under his arm where he tought his Ma kinna sae it. Davis, on the otha hand, he enjoyed whot we were doin’. Lads called him “Doomsday” because when he wasna fightin’, he was readin’ Superman comics an’ tha blond crewcut made him look like he ‘ad a rock fer a head. D & D, they were me right hand inside, an’ did things…
Aerynn turns back to him, suddenly interested.
Aerynn Donnelly: Tell me…
Shonn nods.
Shonn Maguire: In the commissary, bloody skinheads cided whot they were gettin’ dinna amount to whot they were owed. So the lot of them walked up to sae whot they could get from me fer their trouble. Donnie hit th’ layder with his tray an’ Davis shoved his fork inta th’ big one’s arm ‘fore stabbin’ ‘im in th’ eye. Ye neva heard such scraymin’.
Aerynn’s eyes flash hungrily.
Aerynn Donnelly: Th’ othas stayed on?
Shonn nods.
Shonn Maguire: Aye, Donnie hit them too. Davis made a second one scraym ‘fore the guards deployed th’ rubber bullets. Davis, Donnie an’ I spent th’ next two weeks alone while the otha lads spent th’ time in hospital. One lost an eye, Davis told ‘im tae watch his arse or he’d take th’ otha one next time too.
Aerynn sits up on her knees.
Aerynn Donnelly: Whot ‘appened?
Shonn smiles cruelly.
Shonn Maguire: Cyclops had tae fight me.
He stands up and stretches his arms before assuming a stance.
Aerynn Donnelly: Whot ‘happened then?
Shonn grins.
Shonn Maguire: A whole lotta blood…
Aerynn stands up and smacks him in the face.
Aerynn Donnelly: Tell me!
Shonn chuckles.
Shonn Maguire: Or whot, Lass?
Aerynn smacks him again, this time drawing blood.
Aerynn Donnelly: Tell me!
Shonn’s smirk grows.
Shonn Maguire: Aye, an’ then whot?
Aerynn goes to hit him again and Shonn catches her arm.
Aerynn Donnelly: Tell me, damn you!
Shonn grabs her by the hair with his free hand.
Shonn Maguire: Whot be yer intentions, Alice?
Aerynn looks at him, grimacing slightly.
Aerynn Donnelly: Ye know whot me intentions be…
Shonn nods.
Shonn Maguire: Aye…
He leans in and kisses her passionately.
Shonn Maguire: I put me forearm in his good eye…
Aerynn nods as clothes start to come off.
Shonn Maguire: Then I put ‘im against the wall…
Aerynn leans in and kisses him back.
Shonn Maguire: An’ then we got tae find out how his faith was because I made him beg God tae make me make it go quick!
With that, Aerynn leaps up into his arm and they start making out furiously. Looking into each other’s eyes, Aerynn slides down so that she’s standing and Shonn pushes her down onto her ass on the roof.
Aerynn Donnelly: I love you, Hatter!
Shonn nods.
Shonn Maguire: I love you, Alice.
They spend the rest of the evening giving each other their Christmas bonuses by the pale light of the moon.
April 12, 2010
Correctional Facility
Massachusetts
Facility Administrator Colin McLoughlin stands in his office waiting for the arrival of his latest charge, Shonn Maguire. After his second incident in as many days, Maguire
Administrator Colin McLoughlin: What am I going to do with you?
He paces back and forth behind his desk as Maguire sits on the other side in a metal folding chair looking somewhere between amused and annoyed.
Administrator Colin McLoughlin: You haven’t even been here two fucking days and you’re already involved in multiple incidents!
Maguire shrugs as McLoughlin continues to pace nervously.
Administrator Colin McLoughlin: At least I don’t have to call your father and tell him you had contraband too!
Maguire visibly bristles at the mention of his father and this is not lost on the facility administrator. He stops pacing and glares down at his charge.
Administrator Colin McLoughlin: Dammit, Maguire, do you have nothing to say for yourself?
The smirk returns as Maguire slowly looks the administrator in the eye.
Shonn Maguire: Aye an’ whot would ye like me tae say tae ye?
McLoughlin leans down demonstrably acrpos his desk, landing both hands hard on the wood with a loud thud that reverberates around the office.
Administrator Colin McLoughlin: Something better than that?
Maguire just looks back at him and McLoughlin stands back upright, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
Administrator Colin McLoughlin: Dammit, Shonn, do you know far up my ass your father already is and how much further he’s gonna be when I have to tell him somebody took a swing at his boy inside and…
As McLoughlin stands there raging, Maguire almost laughs.
Shonn Maguire: Won’t be doin’ tha again, will he?
McLoughlin’s eyes bug out of his head.
Administrator Colin McLoughlin: Only because that manbeast…
Trailing off, the wheels start turning in the administrator's head.
Administrator Colin McLoughlin: You planned that, didn’t you?
Maguire shrugs, shooting the administrator a, “you can’t be that stupid,” look.
Shonn Maguire: I don’t know tha I’d call it a plan…
As Maguire just sits there looking as nonchalant as he can possibly be, McLoughlin stares at him intensely.
Administrator Colin McLoughlin: What in the hell were you doing then, testing to see if, of all the guys in here, Davis Delacio and Donnie Samuelsson could be trusted?
Maguire shrugs ever so slightly, chuckling and nodding.
Shonn Maguire: In a way, I suppose I was, aye.
McLoughlin’s arms drop to his sides.
Administrator Colin McLoughlin: And what would you have done if they hadn’t done what you hoped?
Maguire shrugs.
Shonn Maguire: Enjoyed th’ show?
McLoughlin’s eyes practically leap from his skull.
Administrator Colin McLoughlin: Enjoyed… are you TRYING to get yourself killed?
Shonn laughs at the absurdity of the question.
Shonn Maguire: Nay… I’m no tryin’ tae get meself turfed…
McLoughlin stares at Maguire for what seems like years before finally shaking his head.
Administrator Colin McLoughlin: What are you doing here, then? One phone call and the strings would be pulled and you wouldn’t even have to be here anymore, so why are you even here? You’re father…
Maguire stands up, glaring furiously.
Shonn Maguire: Me Da dinna approve o’ this at all! Thinks I’m a bloody fool fer takin’ me medicine rather than throw me friends unda the bus! He dinna unnerstan why I willna even tell him ennythin so here I am, doin’ me time an’t dunna act like ye dinna want me here when ye been tryin’ tae set up yer own justice since ye started!
McLoughlin’s face goes slack.
Administrator Colin McLoughlin: How did you know about that?
Maguire smirks.
Shonn Maguire: Dunna worry about how, ye just need tae thank yer stars I like me work an found others wit like minds!
McLoughlin can’t believe his ears.
Administrator Colin McLoughlin: You did?
Maguire nods knowingly.
Shonn Maguire: Aye, Davis an’ Donnie…
McLoughlin’s eyes go wide all over again.
Administrator Colin McLoughlin: You can’t be serious!
Maguire’s smirk broadens and intensifies.
Shonn Maguire: Aye, I can an’ I am an’ yer gonna let me have them.
McLoughlin starts to shake his head.
Administrator Colin McLoughlin: But then…
Maguire nods knowingly again, cutting the administrator off.
Shonn Maguire: Aye…
McLoughlin stares at him for a second, almost as if peering into Maguire’s soul.
Administrator Colin McLoughlin: You’re sure they’re worth it?
Maguire nods.
Shonn Maguire: Aye, always.
January 9, 2015
The Warehouse
Las Vegas, Nevada
Shonn Maguire stands on the roof of the building he and Aerynn Donnelly rest their heads at when they’re not out on the road or otherwise engaged in random acts of senseless violence and other mischief. He smirks into the camera, nodding as the light comes on to let him know everything’s working.
Shonn Maguire: Hello there, I suppose I need tae welcome ye tae th’ roof o’ th’ place we call home now.
He swings the camera about showing the Las Vegas strip off in the distance.
Shonn Maguire: Nice view, yeah?
He brings the camera back to himself and nods, smirking cruelly.
Shonn Maguire: So now I finally get a match in UWA tae sink me teeth inta, yeah? Alice an’ Hatter versus Broderick Montgomery an’ his main squeeze, Bethany Kenyon.
He pauses, seemingly stifling a laugh.
Shonn Maguire: I’d ask ye both how yer girls were, but I kin see from their absence tha Alice did them right, yeah?
He nods knowingly.
Shonn Maguire: Did Jayni see it comin’?
Shrugging, he glances side-eyed towards the camera.
Shonn Maguire: Did Carrie?
Shaking his head, Shonn can’t help but laugh a little.
Shonn Maguire: Ye ALL bloody should have! Look at ye both, oh whoa is me, I was a rich man an’ now I learnt me lesson just in time for someone tae take me aginst me will into captivity and do some horrid things tae me. Oh whoa is me, I hopped on ennithin tha moves an’ now they all think I’m some bloody whore!
The smile fades away.
Shonn Maguire: A few months inside an’ ye think tha justifies whot ye did, lad? Ye were supposed to take care of her while I was inside fer far years! Ye were supposed to be her friend an’ protector, nae just use her to get you some bleedin’ pussy on th’ side an’ then give it cab fare when ye were done wit it! Did you nae eva look an’ see how she looked at ye?
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out what appear to be letters.
Shonn Maguire: Ye were at least a brotha an at best, possibly more an’ all ye did was use her as yer personal pit bull?
Pausing for a second, Shonn suddenly grabs the camera and glares into the lens.
Shonn Maguire: Whot kinuva man are ye? An’ just who do ye think ye are, now?
Shonn releases the camera and shakes his head in disgust.
Shonn Maguire: Alice deserved betta an’ ye know it!
He nods before grabbing the camera again.
Shonn Maguire: An’ Bethany darlin’, ye do know Alice doesna play for that team, yeah? If’n ye think whot happened to Carrie an’ yer sister’s old man were somethin’, well, stickin that spike in his arm was just a taste!
A new grin spreads across his face.
Shonn Maguire: Yer nae th’ only one whot knows how tae make things go boom.
He releases the camera and starts sneaking back away into the darkness.
Shonn Maguire: Ye should both think about tha when ye lay yer heads down an’ try tae sleep… ye neva know whot might be sneakin’ aron in the pale moon light…
The Warehouse
Las Vegas, Nevada
Sitting on a rooftop was nothing new when you spend your entire life doing things you know can get you in trouble of various sorts at any time. Shonn Maguire had done it many a time before, especially with Aerynn Donnelly and Pauly O’Connor back home in Ireland. Now, after prison, it had become a refuge and a place to get away from the hustle and bustle all around him. Living in Las Vegas meant life never slowed down and might actually speed up when the sun went down. Normally, that would mean it was time to get on their bikes and ride but whenever they were here at the warehouse Aerynn and Shonn called home, it was up on the rooftop they tended to go for alone time.
Shonn Maguire: Bloody beautiful…
Aerynn leans back against him, seemingly somewhere between bored and annoyed.
Aerynn Donnelly: Whot is?
Smiling, Shonn just shakes his head.
Shonn Maguire: Tha would be ye, now wouldn’t it, Alice?
Rolling her eyes, Aerynn smacks him and sits forward, moving her back away from his bare chest. As Shonn sits there in nothing but a pair of black jeans, Aerynn pulls her knees in closer to her own chest, her black t-shirt blowing in the breeze while her black leather chaps manager to hug her hips just enough to show off the tight blue jeans underneath them, her boots scraping against the roof’s material.
Aerynn Donnelly: Dun talk like tha… like them…
Shonn grins, flashing a smile that says he knows he’s got her where he wants her.
Shonn Maguire: So, ye wouldna be intrested in a story then?
Aerynn glances back at him.
Aerynn Donnelly: You dinna need tae tease me fer tha, Hatter, an’ ye know it!
Still grinning, Shonn shrugs.
Shonn Maguire: Ye love it and ye know it!
Aerynn turns her back on him and stares out at the city before them. Shonn nods out there towards the lights shining in the distance.
Shonn Maguire: It looks so much bigga… brighta…
He trails off, going silent as he watches the lights dance.
Shonn Maguire: Donnie would love tha…
Aerynn looks over at him, frowning.
Aerynn Donnelly: Who?
Shonn grins.
Shonn Maguire: Me friends inside, Donnie an’ Davis. Ye neva saw one withou th’ otha. Both built like nae otha, brick shithouses they be. Donnie’s a large black’n wit a bald head, lovely lad, that’n. Dinna know his own strength a’tall. So chilelike, the otha lads took tae callin’im “Devastator” because where’er he went, devastation followed…
He pauses, grinning at the memory.
Shonn Maguire: An because he ‘ad a wee Decepticon tattoo under his arm where he tought his Ma kinna sae it. Davis, on the otha hand, he enjoyed whot we were doin’. Lads called him “Doomsday” because when he wasna fightin’, he was readin’ Superman comics an’ tha blond crewcut made him look like he ‘ad a rock fer a head. D & D, they were me right hand inside, an’ did things…
Aerynn turns back to him, suddenly interested.
Aerynn Donnelly: Tell me…
Shonn nods.
Shonn Maguire: In the commissary, bloody skinheads cided whot they were gettin’ dinna amount to whot they were owed. So the lot of them walked up to sae whot they could get from me fer their trouble. Donnie hit th’ layder with his tray an’ Davis shoved his fork inta th’ big one’s arm ‘fore stabbin’ ‘im in th’ eye. Ye neva heard such scraymin’.
Aerynn’s eyes flash hungrily.
Aerynn Donnelly: Th’ othas stayed on?
Shonn nods.
Shonn Maguire: Aye, Donnie hit them too. Davis made a second one scraym ‘fore the guards deployed th’ rubber bullets. Davis, Donnie an’ I spent th’ next two weeks alone while the otha lads spent th’ time in hospital. One lost an eye, Davis told ‘im tae watch his arse or he’d take th’ otha one next time too.
Aerynn sits up on her knees.
Aerynn Donnelly: Whot ‘appened?
Shonn smiles cruelly.
Shonn Maguire: Cyclops had tae fight me.
He stands up and stretches his arms before assuming a stance.
Aerynn Donnelly: Whot ‘happened then?
Shonn grins.
Shonn Maguire: A whole lotta blood…
Aerynn stands up and smacks him in the face.
Aerynn Donnelly: Tell me!
Shonn chuckles.
Shonn Maguire: Or whot, Lass?
Aerynn smacks him again, this time drawing blood.
Aerynn Donnelly: Tell me!
Shonn’s smirk grows.
Shonn Maguire: Aye, an’ then whot?
Aerynn goes to hit him again and Shonn catches her arm.
Aerynn Donnelly: Tell me, damn you!
Shonn grabs her by the hair with his free hand.
Shonn Maguire: Whot be yer intentions, Alice?
Aerynn looks at him, grimacing slightly.
Aerynn Donnelly: Ye know whot me intentions be…
Shonn nods.
Shonn Maguire: Aye…
He leans in and kisses her passionately.
Shonn Maguire: I put me forearm in his good eye…
Aerynn nods as clothes start to come off.
Shonn Maguire: Then I put ‘im against the wall…
Aerynn leans in and kisses him back.
Shonn Maguire: An’ then we got tae find out how his faith was because I made him beg God tae make me make it go quick!
With that, Aerynn leaps up into his arm and they start making out furiously. Looking into each other’s eyes, Aerynn slides down so that she’s standing and Shonn pushes her down onto her ass on the roof.
Aerynn Donnelly: I love you, Hatter!
Shonn nods.
Shonn Maguire: I love you, Alice.
They spend the rest of the evening giving each other their Christmas bonuses by the pale light of the moon.
April 12, 2010
Correctional Facility
Massachusetts
Facility Administrator Colin McLoughlin stands in his office waiting for the arrival of his latest charge, Shonn Maguire. After his second incident in as many days, Maguire
Administrator Colin McLoughlin: What am I going to do with you?
He paces back and forth behind his desk as Maguire sits on the other side in a metal folding chair looking somewhere between amused and annoyed.
Administrator Colin McLoughlin: You haven’t even been here two fucking days and you’re already involved in multiple incidents!
Maguire shrugs as McLoughlin continues to pace nervously.
Administrator Colin McLoughlin: At least I don’t have to call your father and tell him you had contraband too!
Maguire visibly bristles at the mention of his father and this is not lost on the facility administrator. He stops pacing and glares down at his charge.
Administrator Colin McLoughlin: Dammit, Maguire, do you have nothing to say for yourself?
The smirk returns as Maguire slowly looks the administrator in the eye.
Shonn Maguire: Aye an’ whot would ye like me tae say tae ye?
McLoughlin leans down demonstrably acrpos his desk, landing both hands hard on the wood with a loud thud that reverberates around the office.
Administrator Colin McLoughlin: Something better than that?
Maguire just looks back at him and McLoughlin stands back upright, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
Administrator Colin McLoughlin: Dammit, Shonn, do you know far up my ass your father already is and how much further he’s gonna be when I have to tell him somebody took a swing at his boy inside and…
As McLoughlin stands there raging, Maguire almost laughs.
Shonn Maguire: Won’t be doin’ tha again, will he?
McLoughlin’s eyes bug out of his head.
Administrator Colin McLoughlin: Only because that manbeast…
Trailing off, the wheels start turning in the administrator's head.
Administrator Colin McLoughlin: You planned that, didn’t you?
Maguire shrugs, shooting the administrator a, “you can’t be that stupid,” look.
Shonn Maguire: I don’t know tha I’d call it a plan…
As Maguire just sits there looking as nonchalant as he can possibly be, McLoughlin stares at him intensely.
Administrator Colin McLoughlin: What in the hell were you doing then, testing to see if, of all the guys in here, Davis Delacio and Donnie Samuelsson could be trusted?
Maguire shrugs ever so slightly, chuckling and nodding.
Shonn Maguire: In a way, I suppose I was, aye.
McLoughlin’s arms drop to his sides.
Administrator Colin McLoughlin: And what would you have done if they hadn’t done what you hoped?
Maguire shrugs.
Shonn Maguire: Enjoyed th’ show?
McLoughlin’s eyes practically leap from his skull.
Administrator Colin McLoughlin: Enjoyed… are you TRYING to get yourself killed?
Shonn laughs at the absurdity of the question.
Shonn Maguire: Nay… I’m no tryin’ tae get meself turfed…
McLoughlin stares at Maguire for what seems like years before finally shaking his head.
Administrator Colin McLoughlin: What are you doing here, then? One phone call and the strings would be pulled and you wouldn’t even have to be here anymore, so why are you even here? You’re father…
Maguire stands up, glaring furiously.
Shonn Maguire: Me Da dinna approve o’ this at all! Thinks I’m a bloody fool fer takin’ me medicine rather than throw me friends unda the bus! He dinna unnerstan why I willna even tell him ennythin so here I am, doin’ me time an’t dunna act like ye dinna want me here when ye been tryin’ tae set up yer own justice since ye started!
McLoughlin’s face goes slack.
Administrator Colin McLoughlin: How did you know about that?
Maguire smirks.
Shonn Maguire: Dunna worry about how, ye just need tae thank yer stars I like me work an found others wit like minds!
McLoughlin can’t believe his ears.
Administrator Colin McLoughlin: You did?
Maguire nods knowingly.
Shonn Maguire: Aye, Davis an’ Donnie…
McLoughlin’s eyes go wide all over again.
Administrator Colin McLoughlin: You can’t be serious!
Maguire’s smirk broadens and intensifies.
Shonn Maguire: Aye, I can an’ I am an’ yer gonna let me have them.
McLoughlin starts to shake his head.
Administrator Colin McLoughlin: But then…
Maguire nods knowingly again, cutting the administrator off.
Shonn Maguire: Aye…
McLoughlin stares at him for a second, almost as if peering into Maguire’s soul.
Administrator Colin McLoughlin: You’re sure they’re worth it?
Maguire nods.
Shonn Maguire: Aye, always.
January 9, 2015
The Warehouse
Las Vegas, Nevada
Shonn Maguire stands on the roof of the building he and Aerynn Donnelly rest their heads at when they’re not out on the road or otherwise engaged in random acts of senseless violence and other mischief. He smirks into the camera, nodding as the light comes on to let him know everything’s working.
Shonn Maguire: Hello there, I suppose I need tae welcome ye tae th’ roof o’ th’ place we call home now.
He swings the camera about showing the Las Vegas strip off in the distance.
Shonn Maguire: Nice view, yeah?
He brings the camera back to himself and nods, smirking cruelly.
Shonn Maguire: So now I finally get a match in UWA tae sink me teeth inta, yeah? Alice an’ Hatter versus Broderick Montgomery an’ his main squeeze, Bethany Kenyon.
He pauses, seemingly stifling a laugh.
Shonn Maguire: I’d ask ye both how yer girls were, but I kin see from their absence tha Alice did them right, yeah?
He nods knowingly.
Shonn Maguire: Did Jayni see it comin’?
Shrugging, he glances side-eyed towards the camera.
Shonn Maguire: Did Carrie?
Shaking his head, Shonn can’t help but laugh a little.
Shonn Maguire: Ye ALL bloody should have! Look at ye both, oh whoa is me, I was a rich man an’ now I learnt me lesson just in time for someone tae take me aginst me will into captivity and do some horrid things tae me. Oh whoa is me, I hopped on ennithin tha moves an’ now they all think I’m some bloody whore!
The smile fades away.
Shonn Maguire: A few months inside an’ ye think tha justifies whot ye did, lad? Ye were supposed to take care of her while I was inside fer far years! Ye were supposed to be her friend an’ protector, nae just use her to get you some bleedin’ pussy on th’ side an’ then give it cab fare when ye were done wit it! Did you nae eva look an’ see how she looked at ye?
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out what appear to be letters.
Shonn Maguire: Ye were at least a brotha an at best, possibly more an’ all ye did was use her as yer personal pit bull?
Pausing for a second, Shonn suddenly grabs the camera and glares into the lens.
Shonn Maguire: Whot kinuva man are ye? An’ just who do ye think ye are, now?
Shonn releases the camera and shakes his head in disgust.
Shonn Maguire: Alice deserved betta an’ ye know it!
He nods before grabbing the camera again.
Shonn Maguire: An’ Bethany darlin’, ye do know Alice doesna play for that team, yeah? If’n ye think whot happened to Carrie an’ yer sister’s old man were somethin’, well, stickin that spike in his arm was just a taste!
A new grin spreads across his face.
Shonn Maguire: Yer nae th’ only one whot knows how tae make things go boom.
He releases the camera and starts sneaking back away into the darkness.
Shonn Maguire: Ye should both think about tha when ye lay yer heads down an’ try tae sleep… ye neva know whot might be sneakin’ aron in the pale moon light…