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Post by Theresa Cassidy on Jan 21, 2013 15:14:16 GMT -5
It was about an hour later that Theresa, now showered and changed into a fresh pair of jeans and a light green t-shirt, her long hair freshly combed, sat at the kitchen table in Sean's apartment. she was slicing into the brisket, ladling potatoes and gravy liberally onto the plates, and pouring them both tall glasses of juice.
She wanted to make a good impression on Sean. He was her father-- even though inside she was torn up over Tom's lie-- well not really a lie-- he never actually told her he was her father, he just also never said he wasn't either. Hearing the door open, Terry attempted a small smile.
"Surprise?"
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Post by Sean Cassidy on Jan 23, 2013 13:23:24 GMT -5
Sean had left his apartment while Terry was cooking so that she had some peace of mind, some chance to not feel like a lionesse in a zoo. He hoped it was the right choice since they agreed to have dinner together. He had gone down to the kitchen and had made the side that he had agreed to deliver. He had made some boxty with a sausage gravy poured on top. He hoped that Terry liked the potato pancakes. He held the hot ceramic bowl that he had prepped the pancakes in and held it with a towel.
He returned to his apartment and opened the door. Sean smiled to Terry, he tried to anyway. He still wasn't sure about all this. He was sure that she was his daughter. He was sure that Tom was telling, mostly, the truth. He was even willing to believe that he had treated the girl well... even if he had raised her to be a hooligan. "Aye tink we have had enough of those today."[/b] He gave her a joking smile.
He set the certain pot on the table and took off the cover letting her inspect. "What di ye tink Theresa?"[/b] He went to the table by the door and settled his boots under it and his glasses and sundries on the table. "Cannae help ye in anyway Theresa?"[/b]
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Post by Theresa Cassidy on Jan 24, 2013 15:54:30 GMT -5
"Aye." She said with Maeve's impish smile on her lips. "Ye can call me Tessie, or Terry, whiche'er ye prefer. I like both. But I'ma used t'only bein called Theresa when I'm in deep shite."
She inspected his boxty with an approving smile. "Looks dead fockin brill." She complimented Sean warmly. Terry pulled out his chair for him and fixed his plate as well as her own. Waiting for him to try the first bite, her blue green eyes held a hopeful look of excitement.
She sat back and watched Sean, just entirely fascinated by how he moved. He had the same carriage she did, good posture and confidence in his walk. Their hands were the same too, long tapered fingers that were good for playing music.
It struck Terry just how odd this scenario was now; here she was with her father, her REAL father, and she didn't know anything about him other than his name and he apparently cooked a wicked boxty.
"Sean? I-- uh, I dinna want t'ere to be distance b'tween us. I mean-- I kno tha'sounds forward an all, but t'ere was always t'is...space...b'tween me an Tom. An-- it made it down right barmy t'love him sometimes, or t'tell him when t'ings weren't right wit me. T'was how I almost died when me powers activated. I t'was at boardin school, an the gels in th'dorm were a bunch o'catty doxies who dinna do nothin but lay onna doss. One of em got me pissed an tried t'push me off th ruff. I screamed-- an saved meself. But I nearly had a canary o'er it. An af'er tha'-- we coundna find a school fer me."
She trailed off, pushing her boxty around her plate. "I'm blateherin like a gobshite eejit... What I mean t'say is that I wanna know me Da, An'not jus b'cause Ms. Frost busted me outta the Paddy Wagon. If'n ye dinna want me'round, tis no bother. I'll go t'school an do me part, folle th'rules an all, an stay outta yer hair. But--- I would really like t'know ye. T'know where I came from, 'bout me mum... t'know me da."
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Post by Sean Cassidy on Jan 26, 2013 0:23:59 GMT -5
"Terry it is." He smiled to her and sat down to eat with her. He was quite glad when she complimented his boxty. "Tank ye."
Sean sat back and listened to Terry sit back and talk about her relationship with Tom and her experiences at the boarding school. How her powers manifested. His lips tugged at a frown as she spoke of the event. Then he listened to what she had to say about knowing him and her own intentions. He moved over to her and put his chair beside hers.
He hugged her close to him and lay her head on his shoulder. He tapped his head against hers. "Ye nodda an eejit." He kissed her on the forehead. "And Aye wann't around. Ask any question ye wanna know Terry." He let her go and moved his plate to next to her. "Aye'll give ye abit of a starta' towards that. Ye' motha' was my wife and Aye happen ta know that Tom always fancied her. Aye was a copper before Aye came to the school. Tom and me always favored the law... just different sides of it." He winked to her.
"Have ye flown controled before Terry?" He listened to her and made sure he gave her his attention.
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Post by Theresa Cassidy on Jan 30, 2013 19:37:17 GMT -5
"T'en?"Terry asked, referencing her story from earlier. "Nay, t'at was th'first time I e'er even t'ought 'bout havin powers. Tis a fun way t'learn it t'oug-- wit th'earth rushin up t'meet yer face a'sixty miles per hur! Now t'ough, tis me favorite way t'travel."
Indeed her face seemed to light up a bit when she talked about flying. As well as when Sean talked about her mother.
"I can see ye as a copper. Ye've got tha'useless loafin doughnut lovin look 'bout ya, aye?" Terry joked, poking Sean in the har muscles of his stomach as she did. "T'was t'is yers?" Terry asked, holding out the gold claggagh ring she wore on a chain around her neck. It was engraved with MRC, but it was a man's ring. "Tom said tha mum put tha'round me neck th'night b'fore the bus accident, an I've ne'er taken it off. Till now..."
She lifted the chain up from around her neck and handed the ring to Sean for inspection.
"Were ye an me mum veruh much in love?"
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Post by Sean Cassidy on Feb 3, 2013 13:46:03 GMT -5
Sean chuckled at the comment about donut eating. He let her have her poking about her da' profession it was only fair. And then the conversation turned a bit serious as she showed him the ring that she wore around her neck. He smiled at the sight of it and nodded. "Tis was mine, and Aye gave it to her." He took it from her and unfurled the chain and put it around her neck. "And she gave it to ye, and that's where its gonna stay." He kissed her on the cheek.
He smiled to her, "but yes, aye did luv her quite to bits." He tried to turn back to his food. "Do ye have a glide gear for your sonic flight or do ye not need one?" He rose and went to his closet and got out his suit. It was all black with the school logo on the chest but in inverted colors. Off of the arms were a glider cape which was in red and black stripes. The inside lining was green.
"The material of the glider cape catches sonic wave we admit and allows us more controlled sustained flight." He put it back in his closet. "As the powers trainer, Aye have one for when Aye go int' the grotto with the lads and lasses."
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Post by Theresa Cassidy on Feb 3, 2013 23:31:42 GMT -5
Theresa was impressed. The suit was made of a tight fabric, but the bat-like glider wings looked thin enough to support her on the currents. Hearing that the fabric was designed to catch sonic screams like the ones she could-- no they could emit only made it seem even more impressive.
"Ms. Frost must've paid apret'y penny fer that." She smiled and ate some of the boxty now, letting the delicious flavors settle in her mouth. Laying down her fork, Terry smiled tentatively at Sean.
"Da? I dinna wan'ta make t'ings complicated, b'cause fock me ifn t'ey aren't complicated nuff as'i'tis... but-- I dinnoe.. I feel like we're havin' two dif'rent conversations? So, how 'bout ye ask me annat'in ye wanna kno... I'll do me best ta answer, an t'en-- if ye's like I can ask ye?"
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Post by Sean Cassidy on Feb 4, 2013 12:46:43 GMT -5
"Aye know what you mean lass. Its hard for m'. Aye gotta just told that aye'm a father, but given a grown woman not a baby girl." He shook his head. "Where d' ya start on the big question: how much of my liddle girl's life did aye miss?" Stolen.
He tapped the table with his hand. "Aye guess aye will start with the most important question for any father to his teenage daughter. Any boys in your life and do aye have t' kill them?" He asked it with a smile on his face.
He let her decide if she would answer it. "Aye guess the other thang aye need to ask is how much of Tom's world were ye involved in?" He might have been not coming out and saying it, but he wondered just how much of a hooligan had Tom led his daughter into being.
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Post by Theresa Cassidy on Feb 10, 2013 20:12:54 GMT -5
Theresa bt her lip before answering the first of Sean's questions. This was harder than it looked to be honest....
"Sean--- well I migh'not be a liddlle girl annamore... I am still yer girl... or i'd like t'be tha'tis ifn' ye want me to. If ye don't-- I won't be anna trouble to ye." She listened as Sean asked about boys, offering a small chuckle as he spoke.
"Aye, t'ere've been a few lads who took a fancy t'me, but not'in serious really.... me only serious beau was actually a lass at me old school.... I dinna t'ink I'm gay or not'in... I jest fall in love wit people, not gender. I hope ye'll be 'right wit that..."
Now came the big question. Terry bit her lip and tugged on her hair as she tried to figure out the best way to give this as an honest answer.
"Tom did'is best t'keep me outta trouble, but I tended t' attract it like shite attracts flies. He gave me every luxury he could afford, from dance classes t'ridin lessons... but i't'wasn't th'tings I wanted so much as I wanted my Da. Th't'ings I did tha brought me here-- t'ey were me own fault an not his. I did t'em t'get his attention-- an'b'cause I wanted 'im to be proud of me. T'ere was always t'is wall tween us, b'cause he was keepin secrets. Honesly, an I kno t'is might be hard fer ya t'hear, but if'n he'd told me ye were me da, an he was me uncle who raised me after ma diedb'cause ye were unable t'do so-- he'd still be me da as much as ye are. T'ere wasn't a nightmare, or scraped knee or dance recital he missed when I was lil... t'was only recent when he got more diatant from me an tried t'keep me outta trouble. I was th'one who insisted on helpin 'im wit this last job...."[/b]
Terry swallowed hard. "At th'same time tho-- ye are me father an I love ye. E'en t'ough we jest met. I want t'be a real family wit ye. An all I ask-- I'll behave an follw th'rules, be a good kid and model student on me honor-- jest please dinna keep secrets from me like Tom did. If tere's somet'in goin on tha' is world alterin or shatterin, I d'serve t'know what's goin on. Please don't keep me in th'dark or push me away Sean. I canna lose another father...."[/b]
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Post by Sean Cassidy on Feb 17, 2013 12:18:01 GMT -5
He listened to her and hugged her around the waist. "Aye wanna ye in my life Terry, always have. Destroyed my life to tink what happened them years ago. What happens in here," he tapped his skull with his fist, "caused me to leave Interpol, Ireland, and end in New York as a two bit detective in a scrappy apartment."
He turned to her and when she said that her only serious relationship was with another girl. "Only known me a few hours and already tryng to give me a heart attack." He said in a joking manner. "That's fine by me Terry. Aye not that ol' fashioned." If he were he would cringe more when he saw Emma's outfits.
He listened to her as she spoke of Tom and what he did for her. She painted the picture that Tom had done everything right for her and that only as his loyal loving daughter had been the reason he first met her in prison orange. Did he believe that? Not entirely. Did he think she was lying? Mostly no. He was pretty sure she believed and felt every word she said. But he kept this bias to himself. This was too much of a rollercoaster day for investigating the details that could wait.
Then she said her peace about him and her. "All aye want from ye Terry is for ye to be happy and about. About probably means foregoing future criminal activity, but beyond that, aye just want ye to find your own way." He impaled his food with his food as he addressed the other side of it. "Aye wish aye could share that with ye. But aye have to know it first. There is something else going on here. Now donna get me wrong, aye don't tink Emma means anyone under this roof and these walls a lick of harm. Now the people outside these walls... Aye'm less optimistic about." Sean's eyes focused on his food. "For instances, one could ask the question: why is there two schools for mutants in a stone's throw of one another?"
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Post by Theresa Cassidy on Feb 26, 2013 12:09:05 GMT -5
Well what kinda good daugher would I be ifn I dinnae set yer pulse gallopin wit me romantic escapades?" Terry teased back, laying her head against Sean's shoulder. It felt good, so good to be held by someone who loved her because she was his, and there was no way of denying that fact.
"I'd be lyin ifn I said I dinnae t'ink it odd, aye. Mebbe Ms. Frost's ideas are a tic more pointed tha' th'ot'er school? Are ye familiar about tha'place? b'caue if ye are an I get t'be too much fer ye 'round 'ere... I guess tis somewhere else ye could ship me off to."
There was a tinge of sadness in her eyes and voice as she said those words, almost like Terry expected Sean to send her away "for her own good", much like Tom had. And Terry knew that when Tom sent her away, it was for her own good. She just couldn't help feeling, deep down, that what was best for Terry never had been sending her away.
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Post by Sean Cassidy on Mar 4, 2013 13:58:54 GMT -5
Sean looked to Terry and shook his head. "Aye want ye right here Terry. As aye said Emma means us no harm or anyone here. I donna tink she would begrudge me asking a question to myself."[/b] He nodded to himself. "Hindering... perhaps. All I will say is this... ten years ago Emma Frost was the disowned and banished daughter of the Frost family. Today, she is one of the richest women in the world, all built and gathered and sewn together in the last five years. Ye donna make that climb without being ambitions and ruthless. Now whether that ambition goes beyond 'business is business.'"[/b] He shrugged. "Aye care not to speculate."[/b]
Sean smirked then and lightened his mood. "Now that I have gone all cop, lets get back to one thing and one important thing. Aye might not trust Emma, but aye do like her."[/b] And her figure. "So imma content to let things play out. Aye'm notta interested in busting her."[/b] He shook his head as a thought passed through his head that he didn't want to deal with right now... or ever.
He smiled to her. "What ye think of her?"[/b]
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Post by Theresa Cassidy on Apr 24, 2013 8:31:20 GMT -5
"What do I t'ink o'her? Should I hav'an opinion o'her..da?" Theresa asked, honestly interested. "Tis t'ere somet'in goin on b'tween you an Ms. Frost? Do I need ta be havin a talk wit'er 'bout what happens if'n ye hurt me da?"
The tone to her voice was playful and joking, but Terry was honestly curious as to what Sean's answer would be. She could see this man that had been her father easily working his charms on the frigid headmistress. She wasn't sure she could see Ms. Frost reciprocating the affection. And that would be a problem....
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Post by Sean Cassidy on Apr 29, 2013 1:51:11 GMT -5
Sean laughed his head off as Theresa's attention turned to a romantic encounter between him and Emma. "Aye donna tink that is a concern darlin'. Ms. Frost donna interest me that way... well not enough to pursue it. Aye would be lyin' if Aye said she hadn't occupied a lonely drunken thought or two. Butta she is so far out of my league. So yeah, donna worry, Aye anna shopping for a new wife."
He said to her. Did he mean it? Mostly. He wasn't going to say that Emma Frost wasn't the hottest woman he ever met... she was. But he knew what was in play and what wasn't. He just had to keep his thoughts to himself... which was hard when she was a telepath...
"But more to the point of the question... do you like her? Do you feel comfortable around her?" He asked her softly, he was curious if his daughter was comfortable with Emma, on a personal level. He leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Either or, Aye do want you to stay here."
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