Post by Malleus on Jan 23, 2015 18:10:13 GMT -6
Shonn Maguire walks inside the warehouse he lives in with Aerynn Donnelly with his two giant brick shithouse dogs of war, Davis “Doomsday” Delacio and Donnie “Devastator” Samuelsson, right behind him. Inside, Pauly O’Connor stands nervously, his phone seemingly at the ready. Knowing Aerynn won’t be home for a couple of hours, Shonn cocks his interrogatively as the door closes behind him.
Shonn Maguire: Pauly, whot are ye doin’, Lad?
Pauly taps the table next to him as if waiting for something.
Pauly O'Connor: Waiting on a call from the Lamia Family lad.
Shonn recognizes the name and tilts his head at Pauly in confusion.
Shonn Maguire: Aye, who be this Lamia fella?
Pauly O'Connor: I'm in bad wit'im, Shonn.
Shonn Maguire: How ye do tha?
Pauly O'Connor: Tha family business that I thought I got out a.
Shonn’s look goes from confused to slightly worried.
Shonn Maguire: Be he related tae the’ otha one whot was inside witme?
Pauly O'Connor: Aye, his son.
Shonn Maguire: An he still thin yer his bloody mole?
Pauly O'Connor: Aye, he does.
Shonn Maguire: Is he comin back fer anotha meeting?
Pauly O'Connor: Aye, no details yet.
Shonn can’t help but grin.
Shonn Maguire: D’ye thin’ he’d like tae meet me then?
Pauly O'Connor: Are ye mad?
Shonn Maguire: She does call me “Hatter,” Lad.
A few minutes later, as he sits at the top of the stairs listening to the meeting, Shonn can’t help but think back to the first time he’d heard that name
Several years ago…
Shonn Maguire sits down in an old unoutfitted interrogation room the guards allowed him to hold meetings in at times. As he sits there, a thousand thoughts run through his mind. Who could possibly be coming to visit that would rate this? Who would make them break the routines like this and just hand him the room with no microphones or cameras in it? Just as he starts hoping this is not his father, the door opens and in walks his old friend, Pauly O’Connor. Shonn stands up and embraces his friend even as the look on Pauly’s face tells him this won’t be a happy social visit.
Shonn Maguire: Whot’s eatin’ ye, Lad?
As they sit down, Pauly can only manage to speak a name.
Pauly O'Connor: Frank Lamia.
Having never heard this name before, Shonn frowns.
Shonn Maguire: Aye, who be this Lamia fella?
Pauly shakes his head in shame.
Pauly O'Connor: I'm in bad wit'im, Shonn.
Shonn Maguire: How ye do tha?
Pauly O'Connor: Tha family business I’m tryin’ tae get outta.
Sitting back in his chair, Shonn can’t believe his ears.
Shonn Maguire: Aw, ye dinna go an…
Pauly nods.
Pauly O'Connor: Aye, I did.
Shonn exhales heavily, nodding as he thinks things over. What would their fathers think if this blew up in their faces? What was this Lamia capable of and what could he do to stop it all without calling for help… or permission?
Shonn Maguire: An he’s got hisself a mole, dinne?
Pauly nods nervously.
Pauly O'Connor: Aye, someone turned rat an he be thinkin’ it be me.
Unable to believe his ears, Shonn just stares at Pauly. The concept of Pauly O’Connor ratting on anyone was so unbelievable to him as to be completely absurd.
Shonn Maguire: Why would he go an’ thin’ a damn fool thing like tha?
Pauly hits the table with his fist.
Pauly O'Connor: Because he’s a rat bastard imself!
Shonn nods, knowing full well what that’ll mean when he gets inside.
Shonn Maguire: Do his know that?
Pauly shakes his head.
Pauly O'Connor: Nay, they thin’ it all be a set-up aginst im.
Shonn almost laughs.
Shonn Maguire: Leave it tae th’ paranoid Sicilians tae allus blame ennithin but themselves!
Pauly nods his agreement.
Pauly O'Connor: Aye, tha they do!
Shonn sits back in his chair and starts the wheels in his head rolling. What could he do from here to help his friend out without calling back to Ireland? A few seconds later, a smile comes to his face.
Shonn Maguire: Be he inside yet?
Pauly nods.
Pauly O'Connor: Aye, an’ comin’ here?
Shonn’s smile widens.
Shonn Maguire: Is he now?
Nodding through his confusion, Pauly cocks his head.
Pauly O'Connor: Aye.
Shonn’s smile turns cruel.
Shonn Maguire: Does he like a good fight, ye thin?
Comprehension dawns and Pauly smiles.
Pauly O'Connor: Aye, he just might…
Back in the present, Shonn steps outside, the meeting over and checks his phone to find a message from his father asking him to call soon. Shaking his head, he nods to Donnie to turn on the camera while he returns the call. Davis watches as Donnie struggles with the buttons, finally finding the proper one. Shonn nods as he slowly turns around.
Shonn Maguire: Aye, I got this…
He turns off his phone and shrugs.
Shonn Maguire: Just clearin’ whot up wit me Da. Nothin’ tae worry about, yeah?
He slides the phone into his back pocket and smirks into the camera.
Shonn Maguire: So Lacey, you an’ I get do this li’l dance agin, do we?
He nods, shrugging ever so slightly.
Shonn Maguire: Safe tae assume ye’ve learned some bloody manners since th’ las time then, yeah? Las time, ye told me I wasna worth yer time an’ ye’d respect me only if’n I managed a good show aginst ye.
The smirk begets a small cruel chuckle.
Shonn Maguire: Beatin’ ye qualifies as tha, yeah?
Davis and Donnie can’t help but snicker behind the camera as well.
Shonn Maguire: Ye’ve got skills, Lass. There nay be denyin’ tha, but ye’ve got a helluva lot more tae learn about startin’ fires ye have nay idea how tae put out.
He pauses and then shrugs again.
Shonn Maguire: An’ I do love a good fight so… bring one, yeah?
Shonn Maguire: Pauly, whot are ye doin’, Lad?
Pauly taps the table next to him as if waiting for something.
Pauly O'Connor: Waiting on a call from the Lamia Family lad.
Shonn recognizes the name and tilts his head at Pauly in confusion.
Shonn Maguire: Aye, who be this Lamia fella?
Pauly O'Connor: I'm in bad wit'im, Shonn.
Shonn Maguire: How ye do tha?
Pauly O'Connor: Tha family business that I thought I got out a.
Shonn’s look goes from confused to slightly worried.
Shonn Maguire: Be he related tae the’ otha one whot was inside witme?
Pauly O'Connor: Aye, his son.
Shonn Maguire: An he still thin yer his bloody mole?
Pauly O'Connor: Aye, he does.
Shonn Maguire: Is he comin back fer anotha meeting?
Pauly O'Connor: Aye, no details yet.
Shonn can’t help but grin.
Shonn Maguire: D’ye thin’ he’d like tae meet me then?
Pauly O'Connor: Are ye mad?
Shonn Maguire: She does call me “Hatter,” Lad.
A few minutes later, as he sits at the top of the stairs listening to the meeting, Shonn can’t help but think back to the first time he’d heard that name
Several years ago…
Shonn Maguire sits down in an old unoutfitted interrogation room the guards allowed him to hold meetings in at times. As he sits there, a thousand thoughts run through his mind. Who could possibly be coming to visit that would rate this? Who would make them break the routines like this and just hand him the room with no microphones or cameras in it? Just as he starts hoping this is not his father, the door opens and in walks his old friend, Pauly O’Connor. Shonn stands up and embraces his friend even as the look on Pauly’s face tells him this won’t be a happy social visit.
Shonn Maguire: Whot’s eatin’ ye, Lad?
As they sit down, Pauly can only manage to speak a name.
Pauly O'Connor: Frank Lamia.
Having never heard this name before, Shonn frowns.
Shonn Maguire: Aye, who be this Lamia fella?
Pauly shakes his head in shame.
Pauly O'Connor: I'm in bad wit'im, Shonn.
Shonn Maguire: How ye do tha?
Pauly O'Connor: Tha family business I’m tryin’ tae get outta.
Sitting back in his chair, Shonn can’t believe his ears.
Shonn Maguire: Aw, ye dinna go an…
Pauly nods.
Pauly O'Connor: Aye, I did.
Shonn exhales heavily, nodding as he thinks things over. What would their fathers think if this blew up in their faces? What was this Lamia capable of and what could he do to stop it all without calling for help… or permission?
Shonn Maguire: An he’s got hisself a mole, dinne?
Pauly nods nervously.
Pauly O'Connor: Aye, someone turned rat an he be thinkin’ it be me.
Unable to believe his ears, Shonn just stares at Pauly. The concept of Pauly O’Connor ratting on anyone was so unbelievable to him as to be completely absurd.
Shonn Maguire: Why would he go an’ thin’ a damn fool thing like tha?
Pauly hits the table with his fist.
Pauly O'Connor: Because he’s a rat bastard imself!
Shonn nods, knowing full well what that’ll mean when he gets inside.
Shonn Maguire: Do his know that?
Pauly shakes his head.
Pauly O'Connor: Nay, they thin’ it all be a set-up aginst im.
Shonn almost laughs.
Shonn Maguire: Leave it tae th’ paranoid Sicilians tae allus blame ennithin but themselves!
Pauly nods his agreement.
Pauly O'Connor: Aye, tha they do!
Shonn sits back in his chair and starts the wheels in his head rolling. What could he do from here to help his friend out without calling back to Ireland? A few seconds later, a smile comes to his face.
Shonn Maguire: Be he inside yet?
Pauly nods.
Pauly O'Connor: Aye, an’ comin’ here?
Shonn’s smile widens.
Shonn Maguire: Is he now?
Nodding through his confusion, Pauly cocks his head.
Pauly O'Connor: Aye.
Shonn’s smile turns cruel.
Shonn Maguire: Does he like a good fight, ye thin?
Comprehension dawns and Pauly smiles.
Pauly O'Connor: Aye, he just might…
Back in the present, Shonn steps outside, the meeting over and checks his phone to find a message from his father asking him to call soon. Shaking his head, he nods to Donnie to turn on the camera while he returns the call. Davis watches as Donnie struggles with the buttons, finally finding the proper one. Shonn nods as he slowly turns around.
Shonn Maguire: Aye, I got this…
He turns off his phone and shrugs.
Shonn Maguire: Just clearin’ whot up wit me Da. Nothin’ tae worry about, yeah?
He slides the phone into his back pocket and smirks into the camera.
Shonn Maguire: So Lacey, you an’ I get do this li’l dance agin, do we?
He nods, shrugging ever so slightly.
Shonn Maguire: Safe tae assume ye’ve learned some bloody manners since th’ las time then, yeah? Las time, ye told me I wasna worth yer time an’ ye’d respect me only if’n I managed a good show aginst ye.
The smirk begets a small cruel chuckle.
Shonn Maguire: Beatin’ ye qualifies as tha, yeah?
Davis and Donnie can’t help but snicker behind the camera as well.
Shonn Maguire: Ye’ve got skills, Lass. There nay be denyin’ tha, but ye’ve got a helluva lot more tae learn about startin’ fires ye have nay idea how tae put out.
He pauses and then shrugs again.
Shonn Maguire: An’ I do love a good fight so… bring one, yeah?