...and then, we return home. [open]

[Owen Martin Finn]

Date: March 6th, 1960
Time: 2100

Owen had spent the last two weeks living in this cemetery.

Cemeteries had always been a part of his life, visiting the graves of his dead brothers in the family boneyard, daring his young friends to scale the wrought-iron fence heavy with kudzu, leading them to the back where, even in the day, it looked wild and foreboding, laughing cheerfully as all but his nephew chickened out as soon as they saw the shape of the the granite angel looming in the dark. Later, sitting by his father's grave, his cheek pressed to the cold stone as he muttered his problems. Hiding there the years after his mom died, shivering in terror as the tall form of the bad uncle crunching by in search of him.

They'd been captured in an area where a previous group had buried their dead. If someone died where they had been kept they would leave the body there, so all of the remaining men had to put their muscles, deteriorating with hunger, to work and bury their comrades. They slept, ate, pissed and bled in this graveyard. He returned home to a graveyard, on his knees, sobbing in front of their graves. Living in that damn house with their ghosts and the phantom sounds of life.

So it was only natural that this cemetery was his sanctuary, where he lounged and breathed in the subtle scent of decay under the dirt. He'd even fucked one of his customers here, kneeling on a flat tombstone, scratching uselessly at the sandstone as he stifled the noises he usually made.

In fact, it was the same guy that had his fingers buried in his hair now. By the reactions he'd been getting from the guys that paid him he was still capable of being a whore. People could still want him and need him, unlike that ungrateful little brat of a Capo. He'd left after he'd gotten into a fight with the insolent little brat and left. He didn't really intend on going back either; when he saved enough money he would go back to the United States. He wouldn't bother the little ass ever again if that was what he wanted.

He wouldn't let any of the family catch him and try and talk him out of it either. He'd enjoy his temporary occupation while he could and go, though he didn't often consider how vulnerable he was when all surrounding noises where downed out by the grunts and moans of whatever guy's dick his mouth was around.

[Samir Sorge]

It was absolutely ridiculous grown men should behave like squabbling fish wives over a market stall.

Samir wanted no part in their petty quarrel over whose fish was fresher or whatever had prompted the capo to force him to leave the Mansion to search for the moody American. Such an abuse of power by that panty waist capo. Samir could respect his tactical skill but forever would he find the man’s approach to life something to sneer at, like his wardrobe.

So he had “obeyed” orders, by taking an early train to London, very aware it was highly unlikely he find Finn there. He had planned to spend his search sketching old sites of the ancient city, both for possible later maneuvers and in order to study the architecture. He had chosen the cemetery for it’s view of the magnificent cathedral adjacent ot it at night. With candles burning visible through shimmering stained glass windows it was a perfect subject for the final sketch of the evening.

Then moaning broke his concentration as he was perched a top a mausoleum beneath a single flickering light.

Naturally the young man man’s interest was piqued as it always was by such things, and after pulling his coat tighter walked carefully, hoping he had not just wandered into an ambush.

Instead of blood thirsty Liberatores with knives drawn he found the one person he had been trying to avoid all day entangled in the limbs of a man Samir had never seen.

Well wasn't this quite a development. He idly wondered if the rigid capo knew he even want Finn back. Samir smirked, not that he cared what men did.

Samir perched a top a nearby head stone, lit a cigarillo, and watched until one of them bothered to notice his presence.

[Owen Martin Finn]

He redoubled his efforts after he jumped and glanced back at his 'family member'. He'd be damned if the flamboyant little ass hadn't managed to find him. He knew it had to have just been dumb luck too, hell if the fates didn't seem to be working against him.

It only took a few more minutes for him to work his 'employer' to orgasm, giving Samir a show if he wanted one so bad. Though some of the come leaked out of the corner of his mouth, he managed to swallow most of it before grabbing the money that had been sat on the grave marker. Having no more business with the slightly confused man he turned to their audience, cursing at him in Hebrew.

"Damn Arab, don't sit there and watch such demeaning things." His voice held a certain tone of disgust.

"Go back to whatever you were doing; you have about as much interest in taking me back to Winchester as I do in going back there. Leave me be and pretend you never saw this."

[Samir Sorge]

“Arie Fique,” Samir easily answered Finn’s disapproval. “If you are going to insist on being a Kekri Gahba in public you should not become upset if someone walks in on your…activity.”

The young man easily slid off the headstone, wiping the dirt off his coat and not bothering to inform Finn no one in his country call him ‘Arab’ with his ancestry. He had certainly been called worse things in regard to his heritage. He still smirked at the older man as he exhaled a drag however.

“Well you’re right I could care less if you whore yourself to every man in this city, though I must question the sanity of a man who would rather perform oral sex among the dead than sleep in a warm bed and have three meals a day. I mean I am certain the capo was not asking for sexual favors at least,” Samir pointed out as he took another drag. I doubt that limp wristed runt has ever even felt a woman’s touch, and I doubt his self righteousness allows for taking men on the side like so many other powerful men.

*fuck you *Gay whore

[Owen Martin Finn]

"Such foul language isn't becoming of a young man." He answered, keeping up his tone of disapproval. "I wouldn't mind if you had simply walked by, but you sat there and watched." He seemed absolutely astounded.

He didn't understand why anyone would be willing to watch other people have sex. As far as he knew it was something that was meant to go on behind closed doors; in secret. Specifically what he'd just finished doing. If what he was doing became public knowledge he'd be mugged, stabbed, whatever. It wasn't unlikely he'd end up dead.

"I cannot match you in a battle of words, you are far better with them than I am. Tell that runt I have no interest in returning so I can suffer through his rotten attitude. If I wanted to indulge a spoiled brat with a superiority complex I would go find a wealthy woman, not a young man that looks as if he barely escaped the prison guards on the way out of the concentration camp. Just forget that you saw me, my presence in the family is of no direct use to you." He said, gesturing for the frightened man to leave them alone. The guy was more than glad to flee the scene of the...whatever was going on.

[Samir Sorge]

“Au contraire, you presence does have some use, if what you said about the capo is right,” Samir approached the two now, giving Finn’s customer an amused smirk, memorizing his face on the off chance he was an associate and thus could be later blackmailed if necessary. Maybe Finn’s new business would stand to have some use; they certainly already had women doing the same thing.

As for the older man’s disapproving remarks on Samir’s own sexual peculiarities, he tactfully ignored them. He certainly wasn’t going to allow a flagrant homosexual to lead him to believe he was a pervert.

“I don’t have much contact with our esteemed capodenicia so far, however if you leave, who knows? Perhaps the task of catering to his whims could fall to me, and I hardly have the temper for such things,” he mused, certain he throw a tea cup at the capo’s head the first snide remark he received. “He may be an immature little lout as you make him out to be, but so far he hasn’t made any major mistakes or allowed a great number of us to be killed. The family needs him, and if he needs you, we need you.”

“Besides,” Samir continued taking the cigarillo out and giving Finn a once over. “You will find no wealthy women around here who will have a tattooed American who speaks as if his mouth is full of mud. You will be servicing dirty bastards like this one,” he thrust his light in the face of the other man, “for the rest of your days.”

He put the cigarillo back into his mouth and took a step back aware he was no doubt rousing Finn’s temper to be the point of physical assault.

“You’re as moody as he is, but are you also a fool?”

[Adrienne Ayers]

“I thought I’d find you here.”

The lithe young woman sidled up beside Samir and stared at her target; Owen. The coward. The one who ran away. And for what? Because the capo had insulted him somehow? What kind of idiot would take anything that Amel had to say seriously anyhow? The boy was a complete neurotic wimp; Adrienne didn’t believe that anyone should take anything that he said seriously. But he had still given her a task, and she would complete it. Try as she might, she still couldn’t find flaw in his logic or any of his plans. If he needed Owen back rather than dead, then she would comply with that request.

“Although, I thought I’d find you inside of a grave rather than fucking on it.” She giggled and hooked an arm around Samir’s neck, squeezing playfully. “And you sat and watched! You’re such a pervert Samir, how lovely! But no matter! Let’s all return home now, peacefully if you please. You wouldn’t want us to have to take you by force, right Owen?”

She narrowed her eyes at her senior. She knew that one on one she probably wouldn’t stand a chance against him, but the Middle Eastern man had to be more than just a fancy mouth. One arm went back to reach for the gun holstered against the small of her back under the waistline of her jeans. “C’mon then, let’s go. Mustn't keep the capo waiting."

[Owen Martin Finn]

"I don't 'cater to his whims', the French girl does. So, yet again, my presence is of no immediate benefit to you." God, was he the only member of this family that wasn't an annoying, rude little brat?

"Women of all positions like tattoos, you simply have to find them." He ignored the comment about how he spoke, it wasn't like he hadn't improved greatly from the accent he had when he was younger.

"And I'm only doing this to make money- when I have enough saved up to return home I will never do this again." He replied in an indignant voice, clenching his teeth in irritation. He knew every member of the family would have a weapon on them, and, already being weak from the injuries he'd gotten during his short career.

He was about to answer the question of him being a fool or not when Adrienne slunk onto the scene. All he needed was another snarky little bitch to deal with, right?

"Sorry to disappoint." Owen's mood was getting worse as the situation itself worsened. He couldn't help but have an attitude with the girl, especially when she joined in on making irritating comments about his choice in temporary occupation.

"I wouldn't do that." He said as he watched Adrienne reach for some weapon or another.

"Your orders must be to take me alive since I haven't already been killed. So, I have to warn you that I've got a bit cut up; my blood'll be thin so if I'm shot or stabbed I'll bleed out." It hadn't been intentional, he had really been freaked out when the guy fucked up his scar and it started bleeding as much as it had. He felt like he'd had a near-death experience; almost as important he'd ruined two shirts stopping the bleeding.

"Tell the skinny little ass that I've had some medical issues crop up and that I am not going back there to wait until they decide I'm useless and kill me."

[Samir Sorge]

Samir wriggled out of Adrienne's grip, giving her a hateful stare as he did, angry that she had interrupted as much for making him blush.

"Far be it from me to interrupt a business transaction," he said caustically in response to being accused to being a pervert. "Don't pretend as if you haven't been hiding somewhere close by until now. You watched too!"

He crushed the cigarillo beneath his heel, he loathed both of his family members; maybe if he was lucky he could goad them into killing one another.

Then he have to make an excuse to the capo however, and no matter how foolish he was he certainly wasn't an idiot. So he pulled on the collar of his coat and began drifting behind Finn, meaning to block off any back way of escape. They couldn't stab or shoot him, fine, they could just knock the over grown bitch unconscious. Drag him home like the child he was.

He gave Adrienne a look, well let's get him. Samir make allies with anyone when he had too. The girl certainly talked enough, she could at least prove herself useful. Anything to get this unpleasantness over with.

[Adrienne Ayers]

Adrienne smirked as Samir wiggled out of her embrace, teasingly poking him in the tip of his nose as he chided her for watching. “Aww, so shy all of a sudden, Samir?” she said with a short laugh. But she left it at that; they had more important things to deal with.

“What do I look like, that worthless Russian Panas? I’m not a fucking errand boy, Owen. I was told to return you to the house by any means, not negotiate your surrender. Plead your case yourself.” She frowned as she took another step closer to him, looking over his body. He did look tired, frail, and not unlike Amel’s normal posture. The paleness of his skin indicated that he wasn’t lying, he’d probably lost a lot of blood getting all banged up. There were also a few small bloodstains on his shirt, but nothing to indicate exactly where the injury was. She would just have to assume that it was on his torso somewhere and avoid injuring him there.

Her hand moved away from her weapon and she put both of them up in front of her face to show that she wasn’t planning on threatening him. “You’re right, we were told to bring you back alive. You should be glad the capo didn’t just put a hit out on you. I know I would have.” Before Owen had a chance to react, Adrienne administered a swift roundhouse kick to his temple, certain that in his weakened state he would be knocked out.

“Fool.” She turned back to Samir. “You want to help me haul him back or are you afraid of getting that pretty coat of yours dirty?”

[Samir Sorge]

"Aneekak", Samir snarled at the implication he was as useless as Panas. He securely clenched his sketchbook beneath his arm and grabbed Finn's shoulders. Adrienne had to have a car near by as they certainly were not going to be able to sneak him onto public transport.

"Laitohom ragado," he growled at Finn, not caring if the man could hear or not. He knew the American be vengeful when he roused, and Samir decided to sleep with a knife beneath his pillow no matter what the capo decided to do with him.

Useless idiot, perhaps that fool simply wanted company as pathetic as he was.

Whatever the case at least they had him, and the capo hopefully not need him for a few days. Never mind this little personal tiff had spilled into affecting the entire family. Such an unprofessional attitude Allen had, Samir wondered exactly what sort of "mafia" he had gotten into.

*Fuck you *Wish your parents had slept that night (you were conceived.)

[Adrienne Ayers]

The girl wiped her hands on her pants as she watched Samir pick up Finn. Her little blow to his manhood had been enough to make him do all of the work, even though she was more than able to pick up the American on her own. How cute. She gestured to the far side of the cemetery. “My car is parked out that way. I’m assuming that you took the train in, yes? I can give you a ride if you have no further business here.”

She glanced at the sketchbook under his arm. She’d seen him drawing before, but never seen any of his work. For a moment she considered stealing it while his hands were busy holding up Owen, but the day was already drawing to a close. It would be best to get home without any further unpleasantness. She couldn't help but frown however when she looked down at Owen's unconscious form, wondering just what Amel had in mind for him when they returned home.