Andressa Dark | Black Fox- Akka | Arms Dealer (the_dark_horse) wrote in no_mans_land, @ 2015-06-20 00:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | !den, !thread, andressa sheppardd |
THREAD: Andressa & The Den
WHO: Andressa & OPEN TO ANY FOXES (Sionainn (aka Irish or Red), Dante, Shaw, Nya, OPEN)
WHAT: Andressa's arrival in NML
WHEN: June 20th | Friday evening
WHERE: The Den's new home [The Ritz Carlton @ Half Moon Bay]
OPEN: Yes! To any foxes established in the Den.
Andressa stepped out of passenger seat of the beat up black jeep, shielding her face from the setting sun with a hand against her forehead, blocking out the blinding orange rays. Shaw stepped out of the driver's side, his face impassive as he watched Andressa for her reaction to the new accommodations of their family. Their Den. The sun was warm on her golden skin, reflecting in her sunglasses, as the salty cool air rose off the bay the hotel that was their new home and base of operations was situated on, it ruffled her hair, sending it flying around her face. She took a deep breath and couldn't stop the smile that formed across her red lips. Freedom, while it had been about a week now that she had been out of prison, was still so...amazing. Still smiling she shook her head in amusement at the fact that her Italian contact, a kid from an out of power mafia family that struck out on his own to be one of those that somehow always was able to find the unfindable, had managed to secure the luxury hotel that was once the Ritz Carlton. The doors behind her opened and closed as Nya and Sionainn each followed her out of the jeep. Andressa and Sionainn, the little hacker Andressa had affectionately nicknamed Irish, had arrived today by helicopter, paying a pretty penny to bribe their way on the Island. Shaw had arrived a few days earlier, with Nya to do re-con. He'd already seen the place, it was impressive that the Italian brat had found it and secured it over a year without incident. Still, even as Andressa smiled, he stayed impassive, his own eyes hidden behind his aviators.
"One road in, one road out," she said as she fell into step beside Shaw, walking up to the main building which appeared as if it was still untouched, even if the grounds were a little over grown. The golf course was that no longer, now a beautiful wild meadow she found herself wanting to shift and run through, the first time as a fox out in the wild. She even stopped walking to stare at the long inviting grass and let out an involuntary sigh. Freedom was still too new to her for her to take it for granted. She wanted to run, but she wanted to run with her Den, with her family, to share it all with them, those loyal people she loved dearly.
Shaw cleared his throat after it was longer then a minute. Ressa looked up at the bigger man sharply, but he couldn't see it under her glasses. The frown portrayed her annoyance with his impatience, but when she spoke it was softly, evenly. "Five years is a long time, Shaw." It was a pointed reminder that she had been behind bars, cut off from everything for five long years. The betrayal of Ian-- no, his name was Os, she had to remind herself- was still as strong and bitter as the night she had been arrested. She started walking again, her mood shifting slightly as she walked faster, towards the hotel, her low heeled boots making soft sounds on the cobbled walkway. As they reached the door, it swung open and the face of her young Italian fox, Dante greeted her. He grinned at her and reached out a hand to her, to clasp her hand in his and pulled her into a hug, much like men did to other men. She laughed, embracing him back, as they kissed on both cheeks.
"Dante, I trust you met Shaw and Nya?" she asked as she stepped back, flicking her sunglasses up into her hair. Dante nodded, the smile fading only a little bit. Ressa arched an eyebrow at Shaw and Nya. "I trust the two of you were welcoming to Dante?" She was teasing them as she walked around the entryway. Irish wandered into the large entry room of the hotel then, looking around.
"This is Sionainn [ooc: sounds like Shannon], but I call her Irish. You call her Sionainn, until she tells you otherwise." Dante grinned at the little red head, winking at her before he turned back to the gathered group, brimming with barely contained excitement to show Andressa what he had established for her. And this was just home, he hadn't even told her the best parts yet.
"Andressa, you're going to love this," he promised in his Italian accent. "Trust me."