Donaghan and Atreus Meet Mollie

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Session started 2016-05-27 06:02:20
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 (06:22:19) [#] There is no filthier place on earth than the dubiously sticky floors of Chupa & Cabra's Mexican Restaurant. From tacos to mexican pizzas, their loaded menu is assured to give you five-alarm heartburn and a nice, relaxing vacation in your bathroom for several uninterrupted hours. A word of caution: avoid the ghost pepper chili.
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 (06:23:12) Mollie Loveless: i really like the idea of there just being a deer in this abandoned diner
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 (06:25:24) Donaghan Whitehart wiggles arse in Mollie's face]
 (06:30:50) (You see Autonomy.)
 (06:30:50) > Demure, diminutive, covered in a new, periwinkle sweater dress that dwarfed her laughably small figure. The gray hair of stress and old age (despite looking, at most, to be in her late twenties) poured to her thighs - her thighs! - in unusual quantity, pinned away from the small patch of warped skin around clouded, vacant blue eyes. A strong jawline and refined cheekbones couldn't redeem cracked lips and the complexion of someone on death's door, with a feminine figure hollowed and jutting from how close she came to starvation, covered in the scarred, discolored memories of chemical burns on any visible skin. ⌕ ⌛ ❤

 (06:37:54) Donaghan Whitehart hunched over his plate of double-loaded enchiladas and tried to eat like a human being, but with the beast within constantly burnig his energy and speeding up his metabilism, both he and his partner required veritable truckloads of sustenence to keep them in their A game. Coming up for air after swallowing a particularly cheesy gulp, the Scotsman dabbed his stubbled chin with a napkin and grinned over at Atreus. "Those lads really take a lo' outta yeh, eh? Cannae wait ter see 'em in action." He nodded towards what the other man had in front of him. "How's yers?"

 (06:45:35) Treus hunched much like his partner, but more so because he was so damned tall in relation to the counter infront of him. Naturally, Tre ordered a truck load of food for himself and Don, and while his partner ate at enchiladas, Atreus worked through quesadillas. His throat and chest rumbled in a low chuckle, "Yeah, but they're pretty eager to learn, so I'm happy." He hadn't even fully swallowed, but that was typical of the brute. "Good," Arm tilted to near his hand toward Don, "Want to try some?" Sharing was caring. Tre straightened his back and rolled his shoulders back, "You should watch out for those females though, they were whooping most of the guy's butts."
 (06:49:13) You say, "[NEXT?!]"

 (06:57:07) Mollie Loveless couldn't say she was particularly hungry, but she couldn't say she wasn't, either... but really, at the moment, it wasn't about her. It was about her new friend (or minion?), Autty. Mollie had bought her about a week's worth of outfits, and that had, in Mollie's opinion, been enough "action" for one day, but now she had the dilemma of feeding her new companion in a way that Wade wouldn't notice--sure, she could let Autty eat anything and everything in Wade's apartment, but then Mollie would have some 'splainin' to do, and she just wasn't up for that yet... and wouldn't... probably ever. Come to think of it, as she stepped into the diner and inhaled the scent of food (quickly finding out she was starving), she didn't even know what her friend ate. Did she eat people food, like a people? Or did she eat... not... people food? Was this a kind gesture, or highly offensive? Well, whoops. Rather than admit her mistake, however, Mollie simply sat down at the counter and pulled two menus --
 (06:59:59) Mollie Loveless: toward herself. And while she seemed distracted, she let her nose and ears do some work, taking in the scents and voices of several people. Two of those people were extremely close to her, and she couldn't help but look at them with the horror of someone just realizing she wasn't alone.

 (07:00:56) Mollie Loveless: { what was autty eating between rps? the world may never know }

 (07:06:07) Autonomy crept after Mollie, plodding along in her shadow like a young sibling or, more aptly, a stray puppy. Even with the clothing Mollie had acquired for her, Lae - Autty, if you like - looked rough, small, unhealthy enough that if anyone snapped a picture of her it'd end up on someone's thinspiration blog within the day. Those light eyes peered past Mollie, capturing and tucking away in her memories every single thing she could take in about Atreus and Donaghan until it became clear that she was standing there staring like they'd given her a goddamn invitation. "Lots of smells," she noted to Mollie, leaning closer to the other woman as if she could offer some kind of protection. "Lots of lots of smells." u don't say

 (07:32:52) Donaghan Whitehart - Chupas and Cabras, for all intents and purposes, was the very best place for supernaturals and pro-supes to fill their bellies with ungodly amounts of cheese and guac. But, it was always an excellent place for a public figure trying desperately to rejoin the common public to get a feel for the local climes, socially. "That's grea'," he said, grin widening in an earnest show of gratitude and pride. "And I dinnae mind if I do~! Feel free teh fork yerself sommat as well, love." He put down his fork and scooped up a slice of the quesadilla just as the door to the dive opened with the dull 'jingle' of the bells hung over the door. Don's eyes skittered over towards it, as one does when there's motion about, but instead of looking back to his partner straight away, his gaze lingered on the pair. "Aye," he ansered, belated and now distracted. "Lassies feel like they've go
 (07:32:57) You say, "[enter button fail]"
 (07:36:06) Donaghan Whitehart>> go' summin' teh prove. I know th' feelin' a 'lil meself. If it get's bad I'll have a talk wiff 'em." All the while the Chief spoke, he flared his nostrils to take in the scents of the newest additions to the shop. Neither were precisely human - one of 'em smelled vaguely of dog, among other things; the other smelled like she'd been living behind an old folk's home. Despite that, he flashed his teeth warmly, pulling on the facade of a public figure, and motioned for them to sit next to him. "Afternoon, ladies. Yeh doin' alrigh'?"
 (07:36:21) You say, "gets*"
 (07:40:37) Treus adjusted his weight on the stool, given his sheer size and weight which made his ass a little sore faster than usual, only made worse since he had been training with police officers all day. "Thanks, dear." A punny term of endearment, but Tre meant it all in positive light. Just as Don helped himself to the quesadilla, Tre took it upon himself to try some of his partner's enchilladas. Both were delicious, leaving the beastly man unsure of which he prefered. As much as the Chief's head turned, so would his own, gazing toward the two ladies with a friendly glisten in his blues, even if the inner wolf was a bit antsy at the smell of dog. His cheeks swelled with food as he continued to eat, observing while Don took it upon himself to check up on the pair.
 (07:52:21) Mollie Loveless was more than happy to be her companion's shield, standing in front of her protectively... or sitting. Sitting was nice. But Autty had distracted her from sitting with her staring. She couldn't see her staring, but could vaguely tell based on the direction of Autty's face and the fact that she wasn't moving away. Mollie didn't expect Autty to know staring was rude (Mollie had missed that lesson in manners, too), but there were some people that you could get away with staring at, and others that should be avoided at all cost, and Mollie hadn't missed the size of one of the men. "Lots of smells," she agreed with her companion, hoping to get her to look away. "Some of them are pretty yummy, though, right?" she asked, trying very hard to ignore the wild scents she was pulling in. Her efforts seemed to be in vain as one of the men addressed them, and... moved... a bit. Mollie couldn't tell what he'd done, but she heard something similar to a summons in the man's voice, so she took --
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 (07:56:09) Mollie Loveless: a ginger step forward as a hand moved back to protectively grab Autty's wrist (failure of which would be met with a whimper and a worried glance back). Despite her approach on Don's behalf, her eyes never left the large man on the other side of him, her instincts telling her he was dangerous. Her senses didn't exactly encourage this frame of mind, but her small frame and lack of decent sight certainly did.
 (07:56:38) Treus: [GAD DAMNIT mollie hates all my chars shes met so far LOL]
 (07:56:51) Autonomy: [mollie is a fearfriend, it's okay]
 (07:57:48) Autonomy: [fft, folks, it's nearly 5 AM, I need to sleep. feel free to go without me - sorry I'm droping out so early!]
 (07:58:47) Mollie Loveless: { aw, nini :~( <3 }
 (07:58:53) Autonomy: ['night! ;n;
 (07:59:06) Treus: [I needa sleep too T___T]
 (07:59:15) Treus: [*curls up into Nana*]
 (08:00:06) Treus: [Can just say Tre stuffed his mouth and went on home ahead of Don?]
 (08:00:27) The Lemurkin FOR LIFE has the longest tail in all of Furcadia! (Or can the Wallaben compete?) 70% off this week!
 (08:01:49) Mollie Loveless: { and autty.............. got scared and scurried away i guess }
 (08:02:08) You say, "[lol ok bbs. Get some rest x3]"
 (08:02:15) Treus pop[]
 (08:02:46) Mollie Loveless: { i'm good with whatever you wanna do~ }
 (08:03:03) (08:03:03) Kathe has logged out.
 (08:10:01) Donaghan Whitehart would wait until the women were settled before he would dig into his food further, but it seemed both of them were having some issues in that endeavour. One of them plain scarpered off after staring at him and Tre, mumbling something about smells, and the other was giving his lovable lumberjack beau just the most fearful looks. Don craned his neck over his shoulder as the werewold suddenly started packing up for home. "A-alrigh', love. See you a' home. Yeh kin take th' car - I'll walk." It was a nice day outside today, anyway. And it'd gve him more of a chance to acquaint himself with the city's atmosphere. As the larger man breezed past, the werestag settled his bemused hazels upon the single remaining customer in the restaurant. "Sorry abou' tha'. I promise he's jus' nervous 'round crowds. Nothin' teh do with yeh." Again, he smiled, forcing the espression, though with the pale look to this woman's eyes - almost milky - he had a sneaking suspicion his expressions meant nothing.>
 (08:11:45) Donaghan Whitehart>> The slice of quesadilla in hand was plopped on his plate temporarily, and the fingers were wiped with a grease-laden napkin before he struck his palm out in offer of a shake. "Doonaghan Whi'har', Chief o' Police. Pleased teh meetchya, lass. Sorry me partner scared yer friend off there. He's a bit lout but all fluff, eh-heh."
 (08:12:07) You say, "big*"

 (08:21:03) Mollie Loveless looked behind her when her hand gripped nothing but air, and when she found her companion nowhere to be seen, she gave a worried groan. Before she could run after her, though, the bigger of the men stood and walked by on his way out, and Mollie noticeably shrank and cowered (and maybe even shook a little) as he left, though the moment the man was gone she seemed to bounce back up, albeit a little hesitantly. She still had the other man to worry about, and there was no one present she trusted to warn her if things were about to go bad. Her attention was pulled back in by the man, and she shrugged as nonchalantly as she could manage. "I don't blame him. Crowds are pretty awful." He was right to assume a smile would mean nothing to her, but he was rather lucky she still had some vision--enough to see something move right towards her rather too quickly for her taste--paired with hearing. The context told her he wanted a handshake, and after missing a couple times, she finally --
 (08:24:17) Mollie Loveless: returned the gesture, a tense smile quirking at the corners of her lips. "'Ey, Chief. Nice to meet ya. I'm Mollie." As he apologized for his partner's actions, she gave another shrug, though the glance she threw over her shoulder would tell him that she wasn't quite so okay with it as her other gesture would lead one to believe. "It's aight, I guess. I can find her later. No biggie. So, Chief-o Police-o, ey? What's that like?"

 (08:46:43) Donaghan Whitehart glanced down when her hand sailed a few inches past his at first, and he made an effort to help her by closing the gap and gripping her lightly with his calloused fingers, shaking once, firmly, before releasing her and turning his torso back to face his food to appear less threatening and confronational. He was aware of how body language affected people, regardless of sight, and as someone that frequently suffered from social anxiety (ironic, considering his position), he was all too ready to help others become more comfortable. "Aye, tell me abou' it," he chuckled, shaking his head. Deer, anxiety, PTSD, and loud groups of people just didn't mix well. "S'good to meetchya Mollie," repeated the Scotsman, adding her name and making a point to record it in his memory banks. He gave a sloping shrug, though, still feeling a bit bad for the effect his werewolf lover had on others. If only they knew how snuggly he was! "Busy! very, very busy. But s'good. Feelin' like ya help people. What>>
 (08:48:06) Donaghan Whitehart>> about you then? Whaddya do fer a livin'?" This was more conversation he'd had with anyone outside his own home or the SAPD building since the Purge, so he was still rusty on polite chit-chat, but a life-time in the public eye sort of helped one fall into it well enough, so long as his 'triggers' didn't spring up on him.

 (08:56:40) Mollie Loveless wasn't quite sure how to react to his help. Despite being mostly blind since childhood, she still hated it and resented the need for others to come to her aid at times... Instead of saying a polite 'thank you,' like she should've, she gave him a small 'sorry' before she pulled her hand away. His words, for the briefest moment, brought a smile to her face, bt the expression fell almost immediately. "Oh, I, uh... I don't do nothin'..." she admitted, looking away while a light pink flushed her cheeks. "I, uh... I don't got an education, y'see, and with my eyes bein' not so great, it's real hard to find work. I make by, though, so it's not all bad."

 (09:23:53) Donaghan Whitehart shrugged, at first, to her muffled apology, but remembered himself and replied with a simple 'donnae mention it' before he began tucking into his food. Between bites, he'd wipe his scarred lip before talking, making sure not to spit anything her way. By the sounds of it, she had it rough enough without some bloke showering her in half-chewed Tex-Mex. "Ah, alrigh'. But yeh dinnae need much of an education teh get some jobs these days. S'all abou' experience an' the people yah know, yeh?" He was trying to help, but he realized he sounded somewhay high-and-mighty, offering advice when none was likely needed or wanted. "Eh-erm... Well, yeh. 'M sure yeh do other things. City's full o' stuff teh do. Hope yer keepin' yer nose outta trouble though, or I might have teh cuff yeh!" The man winked and chortled softly, not realizing his silly joke might possibly be taken as anything but. In the part of town he was in, you'd think he would be better about making cop jokes. Idiot.

 (09:33:34) Mollie Loveless, indeed, didn't need or want the advice, but she didn't ignore it or react rudely to it. She knew it came from a place of kindness, which was something that, until she'd met Steve, she hadn't seen for a very long time, and it still baffled her, but in a way she found quite pleasant. And, to be honest, if she wasn't in a place of security, it was advice she would take gladly, and advice she'd secretly take anyway, because security didn't last very long for Mollie. His joke, though poor, was seen as just that--a joke. However, it did a good job of reminding her who she was talking to, and just who he was the leader of. Not that she'd done anything arrest-worthy since she moved to town (probably... hopefully) but wherever Mollie went, crime followed, and she had a history... plus, she wasn't hanging out with the most lawful people these days. But she shook herself from her thoughts, offered a smile, and said, "Oh, no, Chief, I don't get into much trouble. Certainly nothin' you'd --
 (09:34:34) Mollie Loveless: need to cuff me for."

 (10:13:34) Donaghan Whitehart is a man of the people, as much as all the protestors disagreed. Even the bloke wiping the counters down was giving the cop and his new companion a bit of the stink eye, despite Donnie having publically come out as a supernatural being himself, most poeple just... didn't trust folks in his line of work. Much less higher ups. Sometimes he wished he could be a reagular beat cop again, just ol' Detective Investigator Whitehart, working on the aftermath of the first Shrike attacks almost a year ago... Ah, memories. A bite of enchilada was washed down with a sip of Coke before he nodded amiably. "Good ter here, lass. I dinnae like workin' on me days off anyway." He passed her a small smirk through the sides of his vision, though he didn't actually understand what emotion he was trying to convey there. It felt awkward, with both their companions having gone off so abruptly. Maybe if he broke the ice with food? "So - ahem -d'ya want anythin' teh eat? My treat." The throat clear had >>
 (10:14:52) Donaghan Whitehart>> him flagging down the line cook, who continued glaring openly at both of them trying to figure out whether this woman was in cahoots with the man of the law. "What can I getchya?" asked the portly man gruffly, pulling out a notepad from his stained apron.

 (10:28:28) Mollie Loveless was surprised by his offer, and it showed in the way her eyes widened as the cook spoke to them, gaze turning towards him with a look of shock and mild horror. It was one thing for Steve to buy her something--she'd helped him, and they were friends. And it was one thing for Wade to make them tacos--she was a guest in his home... but this was... not like those situations. This was a total stranger being too nice... She was stunned into silence, probably long enough for the cook to get annoyed, and finally she choked out, "A-an omlette, I guess," her cheeks quickly staining red. "Y-you don't have to do this... I can pay for it. I've got enough." Well, probably. "But--I--.... Thanks..."

 (10:41:57) Donaghan Whitehart knew he was laying it on a bit thick, but... feckin' 'ell, he needs friends, and saturating people with kindness was the only way he knew how. Well, that and surviving some horrific/violent altercation together. That was how Michael and Atreus got close to him, right? The cook continued staring at her, tapping his foot, while Don made a sweeping gesture to the menu and listed off a few of the specials for her in case she couldn't read the large-print font. Once she ordered and the cook just... nodded and waddled off, Donaghan chuckled and scratched at the short hairs along the nape of his neck. "Eh... sorry if I put ye on th' spot there. S'been a while since I had free time an'... most people dinnae like talkin' teh me much once they knew who I am." Ruddy cheeks darkened substantially then, so he furtively glanced away and continued forking slightly more dainty mouthfuls of goopy food past his lips. "So ah... thanks fer no' runnin' away, weird as tha' sounds, eh-heh."

 (10:49:11) Mollie Loveless relaxed only when she heard the cook shuffle away, turning back to look at Don with slowly unwidening eyes. "I-it's okay, I guess. No harm done, right?" Indeed, most fear in Mollie's case came from a worry of being hurt in some way. She was an exceptionally skilled fighter... but she had to know there was a fight. No amount of skill with guns could save her from a sudden stab in the back. Her head tilted as he spoke, her expression concerned but curious. "Why don't people like talkin' to you? You seem just fine to me." Coming from someone who regularly talked to people much more dangerous than the Chief of Police, anyway. "You're welcome, I guess."

 (11:20:16) Donaghan Whitehart nodded, thinning his lips grimly, but didn't look her way again just yet. Focusing on his food while the flush of embarrassment died down, he tucked away one full enchilada nad decided to save the rest for later, or for Tre. The wofl was even more of a garbage disposal than he was. Her question had him issuing a soft, chin-tucked chuckle of mirthless laughter. "No one trusts cops, miss. Much less higher ups like meself. They don't think abou' wha' it took teh get here, fer me. Just tha' I have a lotta power tha' they dinnae have. Make's 'em scared. Fear turns teh anger, anger turns teh hate - or whatever tha' Yoda said, righ'?" Finally, the Scotsman returned his mossy hues to hers, mouth tilting into a toothy smirk. "If yer no' comf'terble with me spendin' money on ya I can jus' chip in a bit, since I was th' one tha' pressured ya inteh it. Did yer friend wan' anythin'?"

 (11:28:44) Mollie Loveless, despite how shitty her life had been overall, had only ever had positive experiences with cops. They'd treated her kindly even after she'd committed a pretty huge crime, and while she knew part of it had been her age and part had been her mental state, it still left a good impression on her of the police force, no matter where she was or how long it had been since she'd last encountered a cop. "I trust the cops," she told him with complete honestly, her head tilting. "They've always been real nice to me." Perhaps it was her nature, or perhaps it was her muddled brain, but Mollie found it hard not to be honest... especially now, when it seemed he needed the honesty. Hopefully it would lift his spirits! When the matter of the food came up, she quickly shook her head, then shrugged. "I don't mind if you do, I guess. I'm just... not used to being treated so nice, is all. I'm still gettin' used to it. I won't stop you if you wanna, but I can pay for myself if you'd rather." At --
 (11:29:41) Mollie Loveless: the mention of Autty, Mollie hesitated, biting her lip. "I dunno. Maybe a burger or somethin'. You can't go wrong with a burger, right?"

 (11:45:38) Donaghan Whitehart's sloping smirk spread into the first genuine smile of their entire conversation. His gaze lingered on her for a second too long as the pleasant feeling of exceptance washed over him, before he started packing his leftovers up in the styrofoam box the cook had slid him earlier. "I hope we kin continue teh be there fer ya, Miss Mollie. Things'll get better." He hoped. The same optimism he used to have before being thrown into the LABs and experimented on until he was at death's door sort of dampened his ability to see the good side of things anymore. Odd, how similar their lives had been, only to very different results. And, of course, it had been his own choice to resign himself to that fate. "Mm. Hamburgers ain't so good here, but ah... yeh, that should be alrigh'. S'long as she's no' a vegetarian or summat." Again, he snickered, shaking his head. The likelyhood of anyone coming in here being someone fond of veggies over meat and blood was slim to none. "Go ahead n' get >>
 (11:48:58) Donaghan Whitehart>> whatchya wanna, lass. I should go see what got up em partner's arse to have him running aboot like a spooked cockroach." The Scotsman flipped open his wallet and laid down enough money for both his, Tre's, Mollie's, and her friend's meals, plus tip. Thankfully it was pretty cheap at Chupa's, and he was getting a bit higher pay raise now, so it wouldn't be missed. "Was real nice to chat wiff ye, though. Yeh be safe now, yeah?" The man hopped off his stool (bloody things weren't built for short people) and fixed her with a curt nod, waiting for her replies before he himself started making his way off.