Post by mabel rue alexandra trevelyan on Dec 20, 2017 12:42:36 GMT -5
Mabel had flown all the way from England with nothing but the things she could fit in her suitcase. Her family didn’t know exactly where she was or why she was there, and she had no real plans about what to do with her future; at least not for right now. The freedom that had come after graduating university meant that she had been a little more impulsive than usual, and as such, she hadn’t thought twice about booking her ticket to New York with the intention of surprising her brother. He had given her his address a long time ago so she could send him silly postcards and gifts; an old tradition of theirs from when he first moved out of the suffocating family home. It wasn’t hard for Mabel to recall it to a cab driver outside of the airport once she was on solid ground again, excited to see the look on George’s face when she surprised him at his apartment. They had always been a close pair of siblings, balancing each other out harmoniously when others might have clashed or fought for their parent’s attentions.
What Mabel didn’t see coming though was the clean strip at the buzzer where her brother’s name ought to be. She also didn’t expect to pick her way through the surprisingly unstable door to find that the apartment George was supposed to be living in was marked off with an eviction notice and what looked like a torn piece of police tape. She had heard from her brother just a week and a bit before she left England so this puzzled her greatly. He had said nothing about trouble and he sounded positively excited about how life was going for him in the Big Apple. It was why Mabel had been so keen to get out there and visit him after all this time. The owner of the building startled her when he cleared his throat from behind her, and the moment she began to fish for details, explaining who she was and the situation, this great brute of a man turned from suspicious to downright angry. He grabbed her suitcase and moved it towards the door, pushing Mabel aside when she jumped on it at first. She was back in a flash though, clinging like a monkey to her belongings while demanding answers.
She was on the concrete, breath knocked out of her a moment later. She blinked up at the balding man who told her in crude, blunt terms that her brother was in jail for running cons and schemes out of his apartment. He went on to call George names and slander him in ways Mabel wasn’t entirely sure made sense. She wasn’t about to correct his vulgar grammar though. She was seeing red, and for a small, skinny girl, she could fight back. At first she swung her suitcase for the man, cheering in victory when it clocked him high in the leg. “First of all, that’s my brother you’re talking about! He may not be perfect, but he’s still the best person in the world to me!” This time she went in with the satchel that had fallen from her shoulder. It didn’t hit as hard as she would have liked, but it added more aggression to the moment than just tugging it back into place normally. “You’re pig headed and rude, and if you touch me again, I’ll bloody well bite you. And fuck knows what filthy rat ridden diseases I’ll get then.” She ducked when he made another grab for her and called her as bad as George, shoving her suitcase at him to trip him into a pile of unpleasant rubbish bags awaiting collection by the edge of the curb. She laughed at him struggling to get back to his feet, using the toe of her boot to kick a nasty looking half leftover sandwich onto the man’s back. “For good measure…” She mumbled to herself, more consumed by her own anger than worrying about where she was going to stay or find her brother.
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TAGGED! Bjorn Henrik Karlsson
WORDS! 688!
OUTFIT! Befuddled Brit!
LYRICS! Raise a Little Hell - - - Bonnie & Clyde
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