After the End RP discussion

For Brooklyn, September, and Miles
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"Sit. Let me see."

He clenched his jaw. "Luke deserved more than a shoulder wound." was all he said. He went and brought back a warm washcloth from the kitchen and dabbed as gently as he could at her right side, trying to at least clean it up a bit.

"Steady, Brook," he murmured, switching to the other side. Thank heaven, the wound didn't look to be too deep.

He wrapped a bandage all the way around her stomach to block both wounds. "There. Now it looks like one of those weird contraptions fifteenth-century ladies used to wear," he said, trying for a smile.

He looked at her seriously. "Don't scare me like that again."

He looked at the floor in silence. Finally, he stood. "Everything's gonna be okay, alright?"

"Not much, really. Out and around, mostly staying out of people's way. Then they stay out of mine."

"All that matters."

"So, what was going on before you went to Luke's?"

He leaned back. "No. Definitely not." He flashed her a grin. "Sure."

He pushed himself off the wall so that he was standing straight. "Who?"

((lol yeahhhhhh my dad would probably be like...i wonder how hard it is to get a gun licence...))

"Who is it?!"

He leaned against the wall, tilting his head back, letting out a long breath. "You're joking." His eyes fixed on the ceiling.

His head rolled to the side, looking at her. "What do you see in him?" His tone was one of utter disgust for the OTW.

"Nice? He's nice? Brook, the guy has killed...I don't even know. How did this even happen?"

"Doesn't mean he won't later," he muttered.

He snorted. "Didn't stop Luke though."

He stared out the window for a minute, then turned to face her. "Look. All I want is for you to be safe. Trust me, getting involved with a guy like that, its not a good idea."

"I know you're not. But what happened back at Luke's, that was the real deal. He would've killed you." And your precious Alberon would've helped him do it without a second thought, if he'd needed it. Miles tilted her chin up, forcing her to look at him. "You need to understand this."

He released her eyes and walked over to the other side of the room.

"It's not your fault." He didn't look at her.

He sighed, just standing there for a long moment. "I'm gonna go make some popcorn."

He disappeared into the kitchen. Soon enough, popping noises were heard from the direction of the stovetop.

He returned with two bowls full of ridiculously buttery popcorn. He offered her one with a small half-smile.

"So...what are you going to do now?"

He just nodded, picking at his own popcorn.

((heehee YES))

He gasped, dropping his popcorn bowl, which clattered to the floor and spilled everywhere.

He held back a cry of pain. "I--don't know," he said through clenched teeth.

He tried to stand and follow her, but his leg gave out and he collapsed on the floor. "Brook! Wait!"

He gasped as the pain in his leg intensified. "Brooklyn Maria!"

((Oh shnap, bringing in the middle name XD i just made one up randomly i can change it if ya want :P))

Miles leapt up the instant his pain was gone and bolted up the steps two at a time.

He leveled his gun at Jane. "Get lost."

He darted to the side, but not fast enough. It went through his side, a wound similar to his sister's. He gasped, leaning against the wall for support, but aimed the gun steady at her heart. "Let her go." His voice was flat and very serious.

He swore and lowered the gun and shot her in the leg.

He shot her other leg, desperation beginning to show on his face as Brooklyn struggled for air.

He pulled her with him as he tumbled, yelling, down the stairs.

He remained lying where he was for a minute, breathing heavily, bruised all over. He touched his side and his hand came back red. He looked at Jane in disgust.

He flinched as she touched him, biting the inside of his cheek as the skin in his side knit itself back together. "Thanks," he breathed when it was over.

His face darkened as he sat up. "Get me some rope."

He deftly bound Jane's wrists behind her back. "I don't know," he said carefully, in answer to her earlier question. Maybe he should just kill her outright. Make sure she couldn't hurt Brooklyn ever again. What had she wanted here in the first place?

September walked in, calling out. "Brooklyn? Miles?"

"Well, look who decided to show up," he said, a hint of his old grin lighting his face.

"I'll take that as a yes," he told Jane. "We have a guest!" he called to September.

"Guys? I recognize your voices. Who are you?" She joked, and then bit her lip. "Are you okay, Brooky?"

September hugged Brooklyn, "You were injured and I did nothing," she said, her voice shaking with each word. "Now, who is our guest?"

"Jane, OTW," said Miles, nudging her with his foot. "I think."

"I see, well...No I don't, but yes, the voice fits Jane," September said.

September kept calm. Pain was something she'd gotten used to. Her blindness used to give her white hot head pains. "Nice try, Jane, but a blind girl is easy to hurt, so I have learned to withstand pain," she said, through gritted teeth.