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[NIAMH BRIDGET CALLAGHAN]

"Lucy come on now love" she warned her daughter from her place in the diner booth but she couldn't help but smile. There Lucy was seated up on a bar stool swindling one of the cooks out of his tip money in a hand of poker. The kid was seven, she had no idea where she'd even learned poker, maybe from TV but by jesus, she was a good little player and crafty too. Niamh's goal was to try to get her daughter to adult hood without a rap sheet if that was possible.

They'd been in town a total of three days and her daughter was already on a first name basis with the entire staff of the diner. She was quite a people person and she figured being adorable helped her case quite a bit, her sweet smile hid the deviant within. "You've gone now and cleaned out the entire tip jar, have a little mercy" she teased but knew it was no use trying to talk to her like this. She had no worries about the kid making it by in life, her little habit was definitely helping here and there with things like food. Credit card scams were a little harder to run lately and any extra cash came in handy.

With a smile she shook her head and turned her attention back to her lunch, looked like she was going to be eating alone since her child was otherwise occupied. It was funny, most people assumed Lucy was her sister, and she couldn't exactly blame them she was young, very young in fact to have a seven year old, but, that didn't change the fact that she did. Sometimes, for a cover it worked better to say they were sisters, less suspicious in certain towns, it was just a matter of figuring that out quickly upon arrival. The fact that she had a strong accent and her daughter did not also caused some unwanted attention their way but nothing she couldn't handle.

Taking a french fry she took a bite as her blue eyes poured over the news section of the paper. The deaths were getting worse, more violent, and closer together which meant whatever it was she was hunting was under stress, or maybe just enjoying themselves too much. "bullocks" she muttered. She was going to have to figure this out fast. 'Mommy you're not supposed to say that word' the response was instant and without even a second thought she tossed a quarter to her daughter, then another. "there, and that's for the next time I say it" she knew there would be another, especially if the situation didn't change.

[robin]

Robin had been driving for a while now he’s been in the car now for at least eight hours, which wasn’t completely horrible being in the Jag, it did have comfortable leather seating and had his favorite cd playing. But man was he hungry it literally felt like he hadn’t eaten all of yesterday, but then Robin was a teenager which from experience most teenagers seemingly had a bottomless pit of a stomach, and he was no exception and thought that if he didn’t get food into his belly soon, he would be forced to pull over and hunt like the cavemen use to. Luckily Robin knew that he was coming up to another town, this meant that he was finally going to be able to eat, the teenager didn’t care what he ate in the way of food, as far as he sure it food was food, he was so hungry it could be as bland as cardboard, he just needed to get something into his teenage furnace.

As Robin gave the Jag a little rev and sped up, there wasn’t anyone else even remotely in sight, there was just him, Mackenzie, which of course was the Jag and the road, with the sun up and breeze riding through his hair. Despite not having found even the smallest bit of information about the whereabouts of his father, it was days like these that he didn’t regret going on this supposed road trip, or at least that’s what he had told his mother, Robin knew that if he told his mom that he was going searching for John, then there was no chance in hell that she would let her only son do that. Besides one day when he returned home, and hopefully that should be soon with his father, John, he knew that his mom would thank him for bringing their family back together again, and then they all can go back to being a family again, and Robin going back to hanging with his mates and flirting with the girls.

Then the teenager began to do something that was very common of him, something that people either enjoyed found annoying, Robin started to sing, well shout at the top of his lungs to the sky above the opened roof Jag. “Yeah I got my top down. My girl’s still struttin’; she’s been running through my mind all day! I just wanna’ scream out, it’s the middle of the summer; baby Rock n’ Roll is here to stay. I just wanna’ shout it out from the rooftops honey, wanna shout it out all night, I just wanna’ shout it out, shout it out, shout it out... whoa oh oh oh, shout it out, shout it out, shout it out... whoa oh oh oh!”

As Robin finally rolled into the newest town on the search for his missing father, that he had all but given up hope of ever finding, except for some really strange weird stuff that as of yet he has still to come up with any explanation for. He spotted a nice looking diner thought to be fair even if it wasn’t nice looking, he would have still gone in being as hungry as he was, Cutting the engine of his precious Jag, near to the entrance of the diner so that he would be able to keep his keen eyes on it, Robin stepped from the vehicle and stepped foot inside the diner.

The first thing he noticed was a seven year old girl who was too adorable for her own good, cleaning the diner stuff out in what appeared to be a friendly game of poker, though for some reason Robin got the feeling that the young girl knew exactly what she was doing. The teenager then saw another blond girl, a lot older then the younger girl and him for that matter, although there was no denying this girl was pretty, and let’s face it Robin was a teenage boy and like most his age enjoyed flirting, with every pretty face.

“Hey there, do you mind if I have a seat, someone as pretty as you is surely trust worthy which being knew in town I kind of need. But then, I would say the same thing about your adorable little sister, but she seems to be able to able to handle herself, better then me actually?” Robin asked the pretty blonde, while assuming the younger girl to be her kid sister, because after all, the two did look pretty similar.

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[NIAMH BRIDGET CALLAGHAN]

Niamh lifted her piercing blue eyes from the paper and settled them on the boy talking to her, and yes she was going to use to term boy to describe him. If his appearance alone weren't enough to take that title his mannerisms certainly were. Had he actually just called her pretty? He was looking to get his ass kicked, that was for sure. Sure, she was traditionally pretty but he was trying to be smooth, he was trying and failing miserably.

"Don't kid yourself boy" she told him, a pretty face meant quite the opposite usually, and she knew that and used it to her advantage, it was a distracting tool that could often get her what she needed in a tough spot. She considered it slightly empowering knowing she had that sort of pull over other people, not to mention the fact that if they dared to try something it might be the last thing they ever did.

"I have some advice for you, Never trust anyone...especially a woman" she told him. "If you can follow that one piece of advice maybe you'll make it to your next birthday" she was usually more personable than that, but only when she wanted, and or needed something, which currently she didn't.

Her eyes then fell to Lucy sitting at the counter and she looked back at him again. "and that's my daughter" she said. The truth and the story they were using in this town so she couldn't very well go changing it now. Besides she knew Lucy didn't like it when they pretended they were sisters, at first she had thought it was a fun game, but took often she accidentally called her 'Mommy' that it was almost beginning to become impossible to keep that ruse up.

She watched as her daughter reacted to her name and glanced over her shoulder waving to the new comer with a bright smile. She loved seeing her smile and she hoped that it would stay that way for a long time, but she knew the reality of things was the fact that eventually and probably soon she was going to have to let her make her first kill.

[robin]

Robin really wasn’t a bad kid albeit sometimes getting on peoples nerves, but he wasn’t that the job of a teenager anyway, to live life up, also he couldn’t not talk to this pretty blond girl in his teenage guy hormonal state. She could think he was some annoying little brat who was immature, or not, he would settle for her thinking that he was cute, that was enough but for that to happen Robin would have to try and work some charm and not say anything stupid.

But she also seemed to have a bit of attitude just like him, when the older blond told Robin not to kid himself, this was a good thing because having attitude meant that you were interesting, and he just kind of smiled confidently, or at least the smile was suppose to be confident, he wasn’t really sure what he looked like to her, he sure that he’d be able to come back from his failed first attempt.

“Oh I’m quite aware that you’re probably more than just another pretty face, but I’m kind of desperate.” He told her while sliding into the booth opposite the blond, taking her not answer whether he could sit there or not as an invitation, though in all honesty he would have probably sat there anyway. Being alone on the road came with a major disadvantage and there was only so much singing he could do, before Robin started to go crazy from lack of socializing.

The older blond then gave him some advice, saying that he should never trust anyone, especially a woman which didn’t surprise him to hear her say this, because he knew that he wouldn’t be able to trust anyone, and that this wasn’t just another sweet pretty face. But maybe they could work out a deal which could potentially give him some information, about the whereabouts of his father, he had to try at least, because he was beginning to get desperate, with not having even found the smallest bit of information so far.

“Maybe trust wasn’t the right word to use, I’m happy to settle for any information at all. How about we make some kind of deal, where I help you in exchange for any sort of information, no matter how small. That way we don’t need to trust each other?” Robin asked.

The older blonds’ eyes then looked to the younger girl before looking back to him and saying, how the younger girl was actually her daughter, and this caused a small smile to form on his lips as he waved to the adorable little girl. If given the chance he was going to try tugging at her heart strings given that she was a parent, and that he was searching for his father.

“So my names Robin, have you got a name or do you prefer being the mysterious woman?” he asked attempting to keep the conversation light.

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[NIAMH BRIDGET CALLAGHAN]

"come off it, are you slagging me?" she asked fuck, her accent she tried to play it off, ignore it even but she wasn't sure that was possibly. She just didn't know what he was on about and clearly he was making some assumptions about her, what the assumptions were, that was yet to found.

She didn't get what he was after from her. Information on what, here she was just an innocent woman sitting having a meal with her daughter in a diner and this person assumed that she had some sort of information to offer him. She blinked, firstly she was quite certain she absolutely did not, she wasn't even from this country what could he expect her to know. Her eyes glanced at him again he was a child and judging from what he pulled up in he was not struggling to make ends meet like her so what could he possibly need.

"I don' t'ink I have tha' for ya " Jesus, she'd been after working on getting rid of her accent, or better yet hiding it especially in the likes of a small town like she was in now. Foreigners attracted too much attention and then she'd gone and slipped up from frustration. It was too hard to concentrate on her sounds when she was annoyed. " look, I don' know what yer after doin' but hear me now ye leave me out of it" she warned him.

Status, she hadn't gotten good schooling back home and she'd left at 16 to come over to America, it showed in her use of slang, her lack of pronunciation, her the small town she'd come from she was lucky she could speak any sort of English at all, they tended to favour the Gaelic there on the best of days. It made the latin a little more difficult to get out properly but she'd mastered it by now, she just had to be careful not to miss a letter, and only half exorcise a demon.

[robin]

Maybe Robin was making what he was trying to say overly complicated then it needed to be, he should just come out and ask if she knows anything about a John Blake, his father. Odds were and considering his luck on the matter, she wouldn’t know anything but then he had to try because not even finding the tiniest bit of information on his father’s whereabouts, he was beginning to get desperate. Not because Robin needed his father like some sort of child because in only a short year he would finally be an adult, but because he needed to find John to make sure he was safe, and that nothing happened to him like you would with a friend, but the teenager couldn’t just come out and ask this, he was scared that this young woman would be like all the rest and not know anything.

Robin knew that he was probably confusing her with his cryptic like questions, even though they weren’t supposed to be that way, maybe he should attempt starting again and hopefully start on a better note, Robin even considered walking out the door and back in again, but that would have just been lame. Listening to the young woman with a strong Irish accent speak, she confirmed his suspicion about not making any sense, He probably sounded like a crazy person the way he had been raving on only asking her half a question.

After being warned to leave her out of his business, Robin finally thought of a way to ask his question without confusing the poor girl. She had completely misread his first failed attempt with asking his question, it wasn’t a big question by any means he had just about all but given up ever finding John. Now that Robin knew that this was a young mother, he was going to use that and speak from a son to a mother, and hopefully then she might be able to help him if only the slightest, or point him in the right direction.

“I’m sorry, what do you say we start this again?” He asked before continuing on without waiting for an answer, “My name is Robin and I’m sort of searching for someone by the name of John Blake, my mother. What is yours and your daughters name?”

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Notes - Sorry about the delay, the hollies were kicking my ass, but my next post will be a lot sooner.