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Post by Mikey Johnson on Aug 4, 2012 1:35:38 GMT -5
Mikey sat at the pier, his legs dangling over the ledge. He had been living in a small apartment with his son Tyger, having run away from the magical world. He had left after seeing the black ink which had marked his captain and friends arm. He still couldn't believe that Nic had joined into all that it was still shocking as the day he had seen the mark. Mikey had disappeared from the world to protect his son from all that, the blonde male still could remember what it was like when Voldemort had been in power, it had been a living nightmare for the then young boy.
Sighing to himself, the handsome male just kept his eyes to the water, watching out onto the river as the odd boat passed by. He had the day off from the bar, having taken up the job as a means for pay now that Mikey had stopped his love, flying. He regretted leaving for the Quidditch, it had been his one true love since he had discovered the brilliance of riding a broom as he soared through the air.
Hearing footsteps behind him on the wooden pier, making him turn around to see who it was. "Oh hello," Mikey said to the young woman, his trade mark smile on his lips. Something about her was familiar, but it wasn't anything prominent, just a little niggle at the back of his mind.
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Post by rosie on Aug 4, 2012 6:28:09 GMT -5
Rosie had needed to get away. She had told Rainer she was going to scout information but really she just needed a break. Her mind was so caught up on a certain slytherin male who happened to be the son of the next dark lord. She had no idea what she was to do. She had no idea why she was even thinking about him. She had met him twice. One time she had sex with him, the other she saw him at his weakest point and now he plagued her mind. She had never experienced this before. She never let people close to her.
So she had made her way to London and was walking alongside the river. She wasn't in a busy area and it was in the evening. Boats passed occasionally but there weren't many people around. She was thankful, they were all muggles and she didn't want to be near them. She sighed to herself as yet another boat passed. What was she to do? If she continued to see Layne and either Rainer or Liam found out she was dead and so was Layne. It was hard with Rainer because she had to hide Layne's scent.
She was broken from her thoughts as a scent hit her nose. She froze in her tracks, her whole body tensing and her mind going into over drive. She hadn't smelt that scent since she left her brother a note. It was the smell of her, her family, their blood. It wasn't her brother though, his was slightly different and she knew her parents were dead. it was too similar to be a cousin or aunt. She looked around and her eyes landed on a man sitting by the river. She studied the back of his head before slowly and cautiously moving towards him.
As she neared he turned and smiled at her. She saw it as soon as her eyes landed on his face. She froze once more and her mouth opened slightly. She must of looked ridiculous but it was there and laughing in her face. She could see her father, a spitting image in the man's face and it shocked her so much that she just stood there. After a few long moments she realised that she should speak.
"I, um, hi. Who are you?" She asked.
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Post by Mikey Johnson on Aug 4, 2012 7:15:59 GMT -5
Mikey looked at the girl, she seemed young, far too young to be out walking alone at night, especially since she was alone as well. He felt a little bit protective, which startled him since Mikey only ever felt protective over those he considered family, was family or was as close as it got to being blood. Mikey had always had issues with family, it was why when he had them he kept them close and why he really didn't care all too much for others, only ever using the women for his own pleasures and the men were scarce as they mostly seemed to hate him, admire him or just be mates with.
"Mikey Johnson at your service M'lady," said male said, bowing his head to the young girl. "May I pry and ask for your name, or would that seem a little too creepy from the old guy sitting on a pier?" He chuckled, wondering whether or not he'd get arrested if the cops happened to walk by and see him talking with a obvious underage girl. Wouldn't that just be perfect, he'd have to go and pick up Ty from his mother's in a cop car.
"Would you like to join me? You seem to just keep standing there and I'm sure you're legs will start to get tired," Mikey asked, patting the spot beside him on the wood as he swung his legs back and forth over the water, dangling his feet.
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Post by rosie on Aug 4, 2012 22:46:59 GMT -5
Rosie stared at him. Keeping her distance. He had made no move of recognition. He hadn't tensed at all or seemed to think she was a threat. She knew he was a wizard, she could smell the magic in his blood. She cocked her head slightly and stared at him. Mikey Johnson. She had never heard the name before but the smell, his blood, the scent, it was all her families. His face, so similar to her father's, only younger. He spoke again, asking her name and she frowned, swapping her weight from foot to foot.
"Rosie Yule." She said quietly.
He then invited her to sit down and she frowned. Was it possible she could of missed his signs of threat and danger? He seemed perfectly innocent as he asked her to join him and was smiling and joking. She knew she wouldn't get tired standing their but she also knew she couldn't leave. She couldn't just walk away from him. She needed to figure this out. She sat down slowly. Not next to him, far enough away that if he was to attack she could dodge or retaliate.
"How old are you?" She asked, not beating around the bush.
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Post by Mikey Johnson on Aug 5, 2012 1:44:10 GMT -5
Mikey wondered how he recognized this girl, she seemed familiar but it was more than that, it was a little feeling inside which made him think that he needed to know this girl, that somehow he was wrong in not knowing her. The brunette male was always one to follow his instincts, and even sitting there on the pier talking to the girl he was relying on his gut, he was talking to her because somehow, it felt right to do so.
"Nice to meet you Rosie," Mikey said with a smile, adding, "it suits you, pretty name for a pretty face." He grinned, turning back to the water as he whistled lowly to himself, hearing her footsteps on the wood as he knew she would join him.
He looked over to see her sit down nearby and he just flashed her a wide, toothy grin before he once more resumed staring a the the water spanned out before him. "Well that's certainly an ice breaker for a conversation Rosie," Mikey joked, "but I'm twenty-nine, I'm practically an old man huh?" He laughed to himself, he felt older than he actually was these days, so much worry was going to make his hair turn grey.
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Post by rosie on Aug 5, 2012 2:04:00 GMT -5
As he said it was nice to meet her and complimented she somehow felt proud. It made her frown even more. Why would she need to impress him? She sat down slowly and watched him as he whistled. Tings were ticking in her mind. He had to be related to her. He looked to similar, smelt too similar for it to be just a coincidence. No-one just smelt the same. It was family. Was he a cousin? No, he was too close. But that meant that he had to be her brother? How could he be her brother? No she was wrong.
Then he spoke and he said he was 29. She frowned to herself, not bothering to listen to whatever else he was saying. Her parents wouldn't have been married 29 years ago. Was he a half sibling? No, the scent was the mixture of both her parents. She looked up at him. He was her brother. He had to be. There was no other explanation. Of course she couldn't ask her parents. Had they been alive she still couldn't ask them. She looked at him as the realization hit her. She had another brother.
"Who are your family?" She demanded.
She was starting to panic and feel excited at the same time. Another brother! She lived having one older brother. That thought caused her mood to crash. She would have to see Spencer. Not while he was drunk either, he would have to remember this time. He would have to know. She gulped as she suddenly hoped he could explain his parenting and everything perfectly.
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Post by Mikey Johnson on Aug 5, 2012 2:48:02 GMT -5
Mikey sat in silence with the girl, it was nice to have company on such a lonely night. It wasn't like the man had any reason to go home either, there was nothing for him at the small apartment he had rented. Much to his dislike Tyger had wanted to go home to his mother after the man had stolen his son away but he had taken him back with a promise to pick him up in a week. No one knew where they had gone, even Ty probably wasn't too sure on the specifics on where they were living, well he hoped so anyway.
At her rather prying question his smile faded and his eyes hardened. Of course the girl hadn't known any better but to those who knew Mikey they understood the unsaid fact that they never, ever asked him about family. Family was one word which brought all his insecurities, fears, wants, hopes and dreams and rolled them all up in one big ball of crazy before chucking it back inside him to let it stew for a couple of decades. Mikey hated to be asked about family. Sure, he had one but that never stopped the fact that he knew that his own parents abandoned him on the steps of a church, unwanted and unloved.
"That's rather personal isn't it?" Mikey said simply, although seeing her look at him he felt himself sigh. "Well I don't see why I shouldn't tell you, not like I'll ever meet you again anyway." Mikey muttered out the last part more to himself than aloud to hear. He didn't know why he felt like he could speak with this girl, someone he had just met and barely knew a thing about.
"I was adopted when I was a baby, I have no idea who my birth parents are nor have any clue about them," Mikey replied, it was the plain and simple truth. He wouldn't go into details about it, that would be far too personal and Mikey had never shared that with anyone in his life.
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Post by rosie on Aug 5, 2012 3:26:41 GMT -5
Rosie saw the change in him straight away. The word family caused him to tense and she saw the emotion in his eye. She felt her stomach knot in anticipation as to what he would tell her. If he knew nothing then there was no doubt in her mind that he was her brother. If he knew then she would leave it. She wouldn't tear him from whatever family he did have. In fact she had no doubt anyway that he was related to her. She stared at him and she knew, she knew that he was related and she almost wanted to hug him.
When he said that it was personal she didn't comment. She just sat waiting. His next comment made her smile slightly. If he didn't want to see her again that would be fine. She would see him though. She already knew that she would do exactly what she did with Spencer. She would look out for him. She waited and then he spoke and she froze. She stared at him and stared before she looked away and bit her lip. How was she meant to tell him? She couldn't say that she knew because of his scent could she. His face sure but was that really enough to go on? She took a deep breath.
"Ithinkyoumightbemybrother." She said in a very fast manor. She had to wonder if he could even decipher what she said. She looked at him. What would his reaction be? He probably wouldn't believe her. They didn't really look alike, they took after each parent. She wouldn't believe some stranger if they claimed to be related to her either. Well, she would have better knowledge than he would. She waited, expecting him to laugh, yell or just walk away.
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Post by Mikey Johnson on Aug 7, 2012 1:44:23 GMT -5
Mikey couldn't know nor comprehend why this girl felt so familiar, like how ow he could speak to her about the most personal things; especially family. Mikey never spoke about family, ever. It was one of those things that he kept locked within beneath his cocky, womanizing facade. It was the dark side of the moon for the handsome male, and he worried about it daily. He had been abandoned and unloved as a baby, he hadn't even been given a name, his own being given to him by a nun at the church he had been left at.
"You know, your eyes remind me of someone, I can't recall who but someone..." Mikey commented, looking into her eyes, a window to the soul. "They're beautiful...but so sad..." Mikey didn't even realize his hand had come up to stroke her cheek until he felt heat beneath his palm, jerking it away. "Uh...sorry about that...kinda lost myself there," he apologized.
Mikey barely caught a word of what the girl said as he chuckled. "Want to say it once more although a little more slowly this time? I don't think I've ever met anyone who can speak so fast," Mikey said. He smiled again towards the young girl, her eyes so familiar it was like a memory of the past.
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Post by rosie on Aug 7, 2012 2:16:19 GMT -5
Rosie realized that Mikey was staring at her and she couldn't bring herself to look away. She stared back at him and she could almost imagine seeing it from third person. She looked nearly identical to her mother and he looked like their father. It was like her parents were staring at each other. If Spencer was there he would think it was. Of course they both looked a lot younger than their parents had. She stared at the man in front of her in awe. Then he spoke and she froze. He knew her eyes? He knew? Did he remember seeing their mother's eyes? It had to mean it was true.
Then he lifted his hand and she tensed. As it caressed her cheek she felt tears prick in her eyes, especially at the words he spoke. When he jerked his hand away she looked away quickly and blinked away the tears. That was when she spoke. It had to be true. Of course he didn't hear and she took a deep breath. She looked to him again and tried to show the sincerity in her face. She wanted him to believe her.
"Please believe me." She whispered before taking another breath. "I think you might be my older brother." She said quietly and looked away.
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Post by Mikey Johnson on Aug 7, 2012 7:43:19 GMT -5
Mikey couldn't believe he had just done that, he had actually touched a girl he had just met, and on the face as well! He had stroked her face, who the hell does that? Mikey could only smack his head against the wall at his own actions, he felt like the biggest creep at the moment, especially since this girl was probably half his age.
He saw that Rosie looked away, she probably was freaking out over some guy caressing her cheek, even if only for a brief moment. It wasn't exactly what he had been planning either but his body had moved on it's own accord, her eyes were just so captivating that it drew him in. She looked so familiar that a sadness seemed to seep into his chest. He didn't know why he was sad, nor why he should be since he had never met this girl before, but there was just a little nagging feeling in the back of his head which was pulling at strings, trying to recall a memory which was too old to remember.
Mikey could only stare blankly at her with her words, blinking a few times as he tried to clear his head. He couldn't stop the bubble of laughter which sprung from his chest as he doubled over in a fit of hilariousness. "Right, and my gran's the Queen of England," Mikey said, his hand clutching at his stomach which now was beginning to pain him from laughing so hard. "Look Rosie, you're a sweet girl but I really do think you have the wrong person."
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Post by rosie on Aug 8, 2012 5:00:40 GMT -5
Rosie sat there in silence as she breathed in his scent. It filled her nose and even though she had been there for a while now, it still shocked her to smell it. It still shocked her to look at his face. She couldn't help but feel slight anger as she looked at him. It had been her father after all who had given the idea of killing her. Her mother was nicer than her father though she loved him too much and did his every command. Mikey then started laughing and she sighed. She knew this wouldn't be easy.
"Look, I know this sounds ridiculous but you are a spitting image of my father and I look familiar because I look like our mother. Also, I have a really keen sense of smell and your's is a mixture of theirs. It just makes sense. If you don't want to believe me that's fine but I'm sure if he did some DNA checking, your's would be incredibly similar to mine." She said in a pleading voice.
She wasn't going to sit their all night trying to convince him though. It was his choice what he believed. He was old enough to make the decision himself obviously and she could image that he had a lot of family issues. She couldn't help but care for him though. She was a caring person when it came to family, Spencer had brought out that quality in her.
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Post by Mikey Johnson on Aug 8, 2012 6:06:19 GMT -5
As if Mikey could ever believe something as insane as this girl whom he had just met at chance being his sister, the likelihood of such a thing happening was one to a million, it was that unbelievable. How could he even begin to think if this girl was his sister when he himself had no memory of his own parents, he hadn't even old enough to have any recollections of them anyway, he had been but a baby when he had been abandoned.
"Your father?" Mikey echoed back, raising a thin brow. He looked like her father...but that was mostly coincidence then, there was no way that could be real...it just couldn't. "You like like your mother..." Mikey breathed out slow, looking at her face closely. There was something there that reminded him of someone but it was no way it could be his mother, he had never seen her face before and he doubted he'd be able to tap into his memories as a baby, they would be too distorted and probably fake since your mind tends to make things up when hearing various stories and assuming it's your own memory.
"So, you're saying that I'm your brother because I look like your father...?" Mikey asked slowly, a frown marring his face. Did he want a family that abandoned him? He loved his parents, his family was the Johnson's now and he had his mum and dad and his brother and his son, they were his family right now but did he want his real family? Mikey had to falter, he didn't know what to do, especially since the fear in his heart was keeping him from truly believing what the young girl was saying in fear that it might all just end up being fake and he'd be left with an empty hole once more.
He had always wanted to find out who he truly was, even though he loved his current life and he was indebt to many people for all they had done for him but it was still that yearning to know who he was, who he had been once anyway. "I...I would so love to believe you but I just...how am I supposed to know that this is all real? I've never known who I really was, I've always wandered whether my real parents were out their with their own children and their own life and they left me because I was unwanted or I was unloved. Seeing if this is true, then they had you which clearly is many years after me, so all that says to me is that I was just left to die on the church steps and they didn't even give me a second thought..."
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Post by rosie on Aug 8, 2012 7:00:42 GMT -5
Rosie sat there as he spoke and she realised he was starting to really think it through. She bit her lip as she studied him. Why did she care? She wouldn't see him often even if he was her brother. Maybe he wouldn't want anything to do with her. Maybe he would be cruel? She stopped her thoughts as she realised she was already caring too much. Family was a big deal to her. The fact her parents were such duds and her brother was the way he is meant she cared too much. She cared for her brother more than anything.
The Mikey spoke and she listened, her heart breaking slightly though she envied him. She wished she had been the abandoned child. She wished she didn't have to put up with parents that she had learnt only ever cared for image, not because they really loved their children. Her father especially didn't. She wondered how he had gotten through life. Did he had an adopted family? Did he grow up in the church he was abandoned by? She let a silence settle over them as she continued to look at him before she finally looked away.
"Maybe I shouldn't of said anything. I wish I had been abandoned by them. If you're my brother, which I truly believe you are, then you got out lucky." She whispered quietly. "Though it doesn't matter now, they're dead." She said, her voice louder and filled with confidence this time.
She then turned to look at him with big, hopeful eyes.
"I don't want to force anything on you but I truly think I'm your sister. I know it's a big thing to say and if you want to get DNA tests to prove it I'll do it. If you want to walk away and pretend you never met me I'll do that too." She said though she wouldn't. She would check up on him, just without him knowing.
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Post by Mikey Johnson on Aug 13, 2012 1:53:04 GMT -5
Mikey stared at the girl before him and contemplated the thought. Could she truly be related to him? Was she his sister, had he finally found what he always had been looking for, a family? He had found his origin, his long lost past which he had never known? Having been abandoned before he was old enough to remember his own name, not that he had ever had one anyway.
"I got lucky? I had been left to die, I wouldn't exactly call that lucky," Mikey replied, although her next words made him freeze. They were dead? "They're...dead? Gone, astalavista baby?" Mikey had lost his chance to truly know his parents, to ask why they had left him, ask him all the questions about everything which had been haunting him since childhood.
"If you are my sister then I'd like to get to know you better, if you turn out to not be...well I'll have a lovely young lady friend," Mikey said with a grin. He can give this a try, he wanted a family why not take the chance?
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