Connor "Feckface" Moran (wandsandshottys) wrote in lostinhogsmeade, @ 2010-05-28 21:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | * may 2010, connor moran, dorcas meadowes, player: kassi, player: megan, ~ complete |
Connor meet Dorcas
Who: Dorcas Meadowes and Connor Moran
What: Both Connor and Dorcas meet under rather strange circumstances.
Where: Hogsmeade Station.
Rating: PG-13, if only for Connor's potty mouth.
Public/Private: Public
Complete/Incomplete: Compelte
Connor stumbled a bit as he tripped over his own two feet, nearly falling on his face.
"Lousy gouger! We'll see whose laughing after I make ye look like you haven't got a bar in the grate!" He yelled taking a swing at an invisible opponent. When his fist didn't collide with anyone, and spun him around he stood still taking note of his surroundings. He paused for a moment as he held up his left arm wondering why there was a handcuff danging from it. Making "quick" use of his wand he got the damn thing off and into his back pocket.
This wasn't the Lost Shepard. And that little fecker who accused him of cheating him wasn't standing in front of him. And where the feck was Murph? In a slightly dazed and confused mind set Connor tried to regain his sense of direction. What did he know? Well. He wasn't in Dublin. He was outside. And could vaguely read the station sign. Oh, and he and his brother had pretty much started drinking since they woke up that morning. Really, it was the only way to celebrate St. Paddy's.
Giving up trying to find Mr. Macho Badass for the moment Connor stumbled over to the station sign and read it. Hogsmeade. Oh. Well, at least that made sense in his drunken state of mind.
"It was late last night when my lord came home, Enquireing for his lady, O!" Connor began to sing as he closed his eyes. His volume kept fluctuating up and down, and he was slurring most of his words. "The servants said, on every hand, She's gone with the raggle taggle gypsy, O!" he shouted the last few words and threw his arms up deciding that it was time to find a beer and Murphy. In that order. But then he spied what he hoped was a dark haired woman.
"How's the form, yeah? You're a fine bit of stuff ain't ya?" he said not sure if he was even making any sense. Connor could normally hold his own when it came to drinking. But twelve hours of it straight, and well, the black stuff took it's toll on even the solid of drinkers.
Even though it was summer time, Dorcas was cold. She wrapped the blanket tighter around herself as she walked from her bedroom into the kitchen to make herself some tea. Sighing, she closed her eyes for just a moment, trying to get her bearings straight. Everything seemed to be completely upside down since December. Since Regulus died. When she had heard the news, it had taken every ounce of self control she had not to completely break down on the spot. The last thing she needed was to break down crying over the death of one of You-Know-Who's followers at an Order of the Phoneix meeting.
She opened her eyes and turned to head in the direction of her kitchen. But something was off. What she saw was definitely not her hallway, or her house for that matter. It wasn't even anywhere near her flat in Manchester. She was standing in the train station at Hogsmeade. Strange thing about it was it didn't quite seem like the Hogsmeade she remembered.
Her eyes darted around frantically. She didn't seem to be the only one out of place. There were several others who were looking around, dazed and confused. Her eyes fell on one individual who seemed almost unphased by whatever it was that was going on. In fact, he was singing. Very poorly. She didn't quite know what to do when he turned his attention to her and started speaking. "Um, what?" She asked, perplexed. While she had understood the actual words that he had said, the accent paired with the strange terminology made her head spin.
Connor stood where he was and flashed her a charming smile. He thought about starting the next verse of the song that was running through his head, but he was sure that it was the dirty lyrics. Or maybe it was the verse before hand? Aw hell. It didn't matter, it always seemed that Connor only really ever memorized the dirty part of songs anyway. God love the traditional songs of his homeland.
"How's the form?" he repeated dropping the last bit for the moment. Maybe now wasn't the best time to start hitting on her. But then again, when was a good time to hit on anyone? He wasn't sure how he got himself here, but he was sure that it was because he said something inappropriate to a pretty lady and had to con his way out of pissing her big boyfriend off. After a moment he decided that he should try again. "You're a limey arn't ya! Here we are on the greatest of holiday's ever, and I can't even find meself an Irish lass. No offense. I know a few nice English lasses. Great...." he began to make the motion for "boobs" but decided against it. "personalities?" he said sounding as if he was unsure if it was a question or not. "Anyway. I was askin' ye how ye were doin'?" he said proudly.
Dorcas blinked a couple of times. "How am I doing? Well I went to make myself a cup of tea and I found myself in Hogsmeade. How do you think I'm doing?" She said a little bit more harshly than she'd intended. She really wished that she'd been able to get that cup of tea. But at least she still had the blanket. She pulled it tighter around herself, suddenly feeling very venerable. Maybe it was just the awkward situtaion, or the fact that Dorcas was fairly certain this guy was drunk, but she just wanted to go back home and curl up with her tea.
She closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose between her fingers. "Sorry. This is all a little disorienting." She said sighing.
Connor stood there not really listening to what she was saying. But more or less wondering how soft her hair was. He didn't really feel like trying to get her into bed, or anything, it just looked so...soft. He had to touch it. Then he felt the weight of the handcuffs in his back pocket. Um. Right. Touching a pretty girl's hair was how he had gotten himself in trouble in the first place. "I bet your surprised." he said as if he just had a Euricka! moment.
"Wait..." he said losing his train of thought. "you're not supposed to be here either? I just thought that lousy gobdaw sent me here because I was cheatin' him, or flirtin' with his woman, or something. I really don't remember. I like your blanket." he said clearly the day of drinking was catching up with him at the moment.
"Surprised hardly begins to cover it." She pursed her lips together, crossing her arms over her chest under her blanket. She didn't like this one bit. "No, I'm most definitely not supposed to be here. I'm supposed to be at home, enjoying a nice cup of tea by myself." She really wished she'd at least gotten pulled after getting her tea. Then maybe she'd feel a little bit better.
Dorcas shook her head. This man was definitely interesting, that was for sure. Maybe if it had been a different time, under different circumstances, and he was sober, they could be friends. Then again, who knew.
"Well then lets find some tea!" Connor said scowling a bit. He hated tea. But where there was tea, there was bound to be beer. There just had to be beer. "And then we'll find someone who knows what the feck's going on." he shoved his hands in his back pockets, forgetting about the cuffs. He quickly took his right hand out and shook it trying to make the stinging sensation go away.
"So. Who are ya?" he asked shrugging as he started walking in the general dirction of the town. He saw people being interviewd by official looking people but decided to not bother with them, he was on a mission right now. "I'm Connor." he said as he noticed that most of the windows were darkened. "Are you adverse to breaking in? Because I can do that. Not that I'm a theif or anything. Don't worry. I ain't dangerous. Just a little...langered...can ya blame me though. Celebratin' the greatest day on the planet..." he trailed off not even sure if the woman was following him or not.
Dorcas had to admit, finding tea sounded like a damn good idea. She was beginning to develop a bit of a headache, and she knew a good cup of tea would help ease it. Oh, why not. She thought to herself. If it turned out this man was some sort of crazy killer, well, at least she was confident enough in the afterlife to say that she'd be reunited with Regulus. Strangely, she found some comfort in that.
She followed him, staying a couple of steps behind him so that she could keep her eye on him for any suspicious behavior. "My name is Dorcas. It's ... nice to meet you." She watched him look around, and raised a brow. "I really don't think anyone would appreciate us breaking in this late. Or is it early? I really can't tell."
Connor checked some of the windows, it looked like pretty much everything was closed at the moment. "Shit." he said resting his arms on top of his head. "Jaysus, this place doesn't even look the same. There was a little place over there, but clearly that isn't it." What the hell was going on. "I'm starting to think this ain't normal. Besides, you know, not being normal." Crap. He knew he wasn't makin' any sense.
So he dug into his jeans and pulled out his pack of cigarettes held one out for his new companion before lighting up himself. Ahhh....much better. "We need a news paper." he said slightly distracted. "You know, just after we find you some tea." and me a beer. "I'm starting to think this ain't 2026." he said taking another drag.
"You're right about that. Nothing looks the same from what I remember." There were definitely more buildings here now. Whenever now was, because this was definitely not 1980. It couldn't be. How she managed to apparate herself to a different time, however, was beyond her. It made no sense.
She had to admit, a news paper would be very helpful. It might explain a lot of things. "You're right. I think we should - wait, did you just say 2026?" He was from that far in the future? Dorcas' head was spinning now. She felt even more lost than she had just a moment ago. "I ... I'm sorry, I need to go." She turned on her heel and started walking, quickly, in a random direction. She had no idea where she was going, but she had to try and get out of there.
Connor nodded at her statement as he looked around himself. He was about to say something nice, like actually nice, and not just "Connor" nice because she really did looked freaked out, but she ran off.
"Women." he said to himself as he removed the cigarette from between his lips as a pair of offical looking men approchached him. Great he thought. Just what I need. he rolled his head back. Didn't look like he'd be getting that beer anytime soon.