[jmm] 14.3.5 - 'get fucked'
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magic_fratboy“Get fucked!”
“Get in line!”
For a long moment, Road To Ruin was thick with silence that only added to the uncomfortable tension in the room. It was an unusual and unpleasant enough circumstance when two Fraternity brothers were at each other’s throats…but it was worse and rarer still when Tommy Karras was one of the angry parties.
Sure, the other guy was six inches taller than him and outweighed him by forty pounds…sure, Tommy was scared shitless of getting his ass kicked. That didn’t change the fact that the linebacker staring down at him (his name was Kyle or Kenny or something equally banal) was wrong, and he was right.
“Tommy…”
“No.” he spat at the sound of Channing’s voice as he backed up and surveyed the rest of the bar, filled not with patrons but members of the order. “No, I ain’t letting this go. I’m sick of the complacency I’ve seen around here, the same shit I let myself get infected with. You’re all either so scared of the shadows or so smug with your power that you’ve forgotten why the fuck you’re here! The Darkness is scoring a huge victory, and it’s doing it right under your fucking noses!!”
“Says the man that hasn’t given a shit about the order in months.” Kyle/Kenny shot back.
Whirling back around on the younger man, Tommy pointed an accusing finger at him. “Boy, don’t think to assume you even know what I’ve lost to this power in the last year. Don’t you dare.”
“Excuse me? Who the hell do you think you are?! Channing…”
She stood by the bar, a statue in a white pencil skirt and matching blouse, dark hair loose around her shoulders and hands folded at her waist.
“The Master has leave to speak…if he’s taking command of his people.”
Tommy watched as she walked behind the bar and brushed past Chet, removing a magic wand from one of the top shelves of glasses before walking back out and moving to stand before him, the wand displayed across her palms for the taking. It was a heavy, ornate affair made of stone…black marble and mother of pearl, traditional black with white caps. It was a symbol of leadership and power, an emblem of magic itself where the handcuffs were a symbol of the vows sworn by every member of the Fraternity.
It was the staff of power that belonged to Channing as a leader of the group, and his to take if he wanted it.
“Channing? If you give me that fuckin’ thing, I’m gonna break it.” He informed her quietly. “I’m not tryin’ to oust you here, I’m tryin’ to take that smug prick down a couple notches. Put that shit away, and make your fuckin’ vote.”
He held her gaze for a moment, seeing surprise and a quiet resignation there before she nodded and put the wand back in its place of honor within the Fraternity’s meeting space. Still, something had changed and he wasn’t sure he liked it…he just knew that he was ready.
At least in her eyes, Channing had become a figurehead, a lieutenant to a higher authority.
“Fine. We’ll vote on intervening in the Ambrogio murder investigation…Tommy and myself will abstain. All those in favor?...”
Tommy didn’t wait to see the results as he quietly slipped out of the bar and back into the welcoming night. The desert was cold and unforgiving, and he could already feel the coming of Ryder’s next kill.
He was sick of fighting, sick of trying…sick of the sight of blood.
Shutting his eyes, he hung his head and fought the urge to weep as his prayer went out, the same as it did every time Hope threatened to abandon him.
“Ti amo, moro… I miss you, Zee.”
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 638
“Get in line!”
For a long moment, Road To Ruin was thick with silence that only added to the uncomfortable tension in the room. It was an unusual and unpleasant enough circumstance when two Fraternity brothers were at each other’s throats…but it was worse and rarer still when Tommy Karras was one of the angry parties.
Sure, the other guy was six inches taller than him and outweighed him by forty pounds…sure, Tommy was scared shitless of getting his ass kicked. That didn’t change the fact that the linebacker staring down at him (his name was Kyle or Kenny or something equally banal) was wrong, and he was right.
“Tommy…”
“No.” he spat at the sound of Channing’s voice as he backed up and surveyed the rest of the bar, filled not with patrons but members of the order. “No, I ain’t letting this go. I’m sick of the complacency I’ve seen around here, the same shit I let myself get infected with. You’re all either so scared of the shadows or so smug with your power that you’ve forgotten why the fuck you’re here! The Darkness is scoring a huge victory, and it’s doing it right under your fucking noses!!”
“Says the man that hasn’t given a shit about the order in months.” Kyle/Kenny shot back.
Whirling back around on the younger man, Tommy pointed an accusing finger at him. “Boy, don’t think to assume you even know what I’ve lost to this power in the last year. Don’t you dare.”
“Excuse me? Who the hell do you think you are?! Channing…”
She stood by the bar, a statue in a white pencil skirt and matching blouse, dark hair loose around her shoulders and hands folded at her waist.
“The Master has leave to speak…if he’s taking command of his people.”
Tommy watched as she walked behind the bar and brushed past Chet, removing a magic wand from one of the top shelves of glasses before walking back out and moving to stand before him, the wand displayed across her palms for the taking. It was a heavy, ornate affair made of stone…black marble and mother of pearl, traditional black with white caps. It was a symbol of leadership and power, an emblem of magic itself where the handcuffs were a symbol of the vows sworn by every member of the Fraternity.
It was the staff of power that belonged to Channing as a leader of the group, and his to take if he wanted it.
“Channing? If you give me that fuckin’ thing, I’m gonna break it.” He informed her quietly. “I’m not tryin’ to oust you here, I’m tryin’ to take that smug prick down a couple notches. Put that shit away, and make your fuckin’ vote.”
He held her gaze for a moment, seeing surprise and a quiet resignation there before she nodded and put the wand back in its place of honor within the Fraternity’s meeting space. Still, something had changed and he wasn’t sure he liked it…he just knew that he was ready.
At least in her eyes, Channing had become a figurehead, a lieutenant to a higher authority.
“Fine. We’ll vote on intervening in the Ambrogio murder investigation…Tommy and myself will abstain. All those in favor?...”
Tommy didn’t wait to see the results as he quietly slipped out of the bar and back into the welcoming night. The desert was cold and unforgiving, and he could already feel the coming of Ryder’s next kill.
He was sick of fighting, sick of trying…sick of the sight of blood.
Shutting his eyes, he hung his head and fought the urge to weep as his prayer went out, the same as it did every time Hope threatened to abandon him.
“Ti amo, moro… I miss you, Zee.”
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 638
