Moira Morley

Are you saying you continued to talk about your fights? or your earliest memories? or both? or none?

Moira had zoned out listening to the conversation between Jack and O'ren. She was trying to fit in the cab as well as the other three. Stephanie was almost sitting in Jack's lap and she was trying to scoot as close as she could to O'Ren without pushing him against the door. When she heard her nickname, she snapped back to reality. "Well, I've been coming to the fights out here for," she paused for a mental count, "over three years now." She smiled and tried to lean her head against his shoulder despite the eclosed area, "I guess the first time you see real brutal stuff like that it sort of sticks with you."

Pssst, you forgot to roll against the Assessment :P

That is how your Density works, right? Also, she is more to his side than directly in front of him. I hope I got that through :P

Good, Moira thought, at least he's not getting the wrong idea. Maybe I can get an idea of how strong he is. She smiled warmly and eased into his embrace. Taking a cue from her amorous friend, she laid her head on O'ren's chest and wrapped her arms around his lower abdomen. Slowly caressing his stomach, she found out his muscles were more tightly packed than the usual, no doubt one of the reasons he was in this business. She looked up and tried to ask him something, but it seemed like he was trying to size up Jack.

"Nice to meet you O'ren," Moira smiled as extended her hand as a greeting, "I am Moira. You know Jack's name. The woman with him is Stephanie. And there, we all know each other." Moira walked with the group, keeping Hellbound within eyeshot. It's as if she were studying him. Sizing him up, almost.

It had been a while since she had to take a cab anywhere. It wasn't that she was opposed to it, it was that she didn't think paying an exorbitant amount for a ride. "Thanks Jack," she would of given him a hug or something if Stephanie didn't have him all to herself. So she just nodded. She thought of somehow repaying him for the kindness. She looked to Hellbound with a look of content, "So, do you have a name or is Hellbound good enough for now?" Stephanie was almost cooing her words in Jack's embrace, "How long do we have until the cab gets here?"

Wait, how are they discreet? They're all over Freedom City. Did I just miss out on a reference or something :P

"Well, we just lost our ride," Moira shook her head at the thought of Jeremy and Brendan taking off with nary a warning but a phone call after they left. Looking at their group, she shrugged, "Unless Jack has transportation, we'll have to find another way." Stephanie was too caught up in Jack to care about much of anything. Still leaning on him, she caressed the nape of his neck and listened to the sweet words he spoke to her. Taking a split second away from her pleasuring, she looked to Moira and mouthed the words, "Ask him." She then laid her head back on Jack's chest with a soft sigh of happy lust. Moira smiled at her very unsubtle friend, then looked to Hellbound, "Uh, yeah. I was wondering," she paused for for an awkward second, "Maybe we should talk about this on our way there."

Moira smiled at the thought anywhere but here. She remembered a night when she had to wait for a cab by herself one night. Creepy things happened around here when there was no activity. "Yeah, that'd be nice." She was clamming up still. She wanted to learn how to do something other than brawl. And who other than the man who had been been winning her money because of fighting to teach her. She just needed the right words to say.

"Well, thank you very much," Moira said as her cellphoned buzzed Personal Jesus covered by The Vigilantes (her favorite folk rock cover band). "Speak," after that she looked around Brendan and Jeremy were nowhereto be found, "alright we'll see you guys tomorrow." She hung up, "Looks like we don't gotta call a cab this time," she nodded toward Stephanie. "So, where do you suggest we go," Stephanie asked leaning on Jack. "Not any place around here," Moira suggested.

Moira nodded enthusiastically. Seeing as she would finally get to meet with her favorite fighter and her mysterious friend. Stephanie swooned at the man she very much had carnal feelings for. Brendan and Jeremy were talking with some other friends they had found in the crowd. "Yeah," Moira agreed to the suggestion, "We don't have plans for the night."

Moira took a deep breath as Hellbound went through the audience. Looking to her friends, they motioned her to go towards him as the group around him was getting thick. She took a mental count in her head, as if she were going to jump into a pool for the first time. She quickly walked towards the brawler and her group of friends followed behind her. When she got there she was going to say something when a familiar voice came from the crowd. It was Jack. He was a bit more dressier than the last time she saw him. "Hey, Jack," she pointed at him for the group to see, then waved, "What's up?" "Don't you have something to do," Stephanie poked her in the side, "You finish what you started I'll go meet our friend," she snickered while walking towards Jack. Moira looked to Jack and then Hellbound. She had gotten there and was standing right in front of him, but didn't know what to say. "Um, hi."

It was Friday night again. It was time for the fights. Moira had been coming to the fights as soon as she was allowed to get in the door. Her friends introduced her to it on her eighteenth birthday. Ever since the first blood-soaked, adrenaline-fueled fight she was hopelessly addicted to the sport. She was her Olympian father's daughter. She hadn't started betting until about three months ago. Her first bet was on a newcomer named Hellbound. He was favored to lose his first match, but she went with the underdog and it paid off big time. The group that came was small tonight: her, Stephanie, Jeremy, and Brendan. They were usually in a group of eight, but the attack on the bar last week left a few of them out of it. The night did not disappoint. The first match was a little slow as both of the guys were green but it was something to get them started. The second match was a bit faster paced, one guy looked like he was trained in some kind of awesome martial art that involved going all around, using his momentum to beat his opponent down with his feet. The other guy looked equally graceful and brutal as his style more about keeping the quicker man down by slamming his opponent to the ground and trying to keep him there. An hour in they had to call the match because neither of them were tired or hurt. SuperSlams had these fights once in a while to basically fill out the night when they had too little talent for the night. The last match could of been a Freedom League free-for-all, but this is what she had been waiting for. The third match, featuring Hellbound. He and some guy who had more guts than brains were brawling it out in an electrified cage! Just as she had predicted, Hellbound easily beat down the stone powered goon. "So are you going to try to meet Hellbound this time," Stephanie asked sarcastically, "or are you gonna chicken out like you've been doing for the past month?" "Don't you worry," Moira shot back wth a devious smile, "I'm going to learn to fight like that one day. Hopefully tonight." They all laughed, knowing she said the same thing every time.

How long has Hellbound been a fighter? It sorta plays into my post :P

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The news made Moira all the more accepting of the smitten officer's offer. None of her friends would become a lab experiment. Then again, the two supervillainesses swore death on her and Jack. Who knew what they had at their disposal? Hopefully she would see more of Jack around Morley's. She had plans to thank him personally for helping her save her property. She made a mental note to find out more about the hero she had met.

"I do believe he's like that," Moira smiled, "Here one second gone the next." She paused to recall the whole night with Jack How he was kind to Stephanie. How he stuck around even though his friends bolted, "Yeah, Jack Faretti, he's one of the good ones. You should give him one of those superhero awards or something." Then again, she wondered why she and them were the only ones left standing out of the pub. She then remembered about the other people around the bar, "Are they going to be OK," she questioned the officers and people who looked like they knew what they were doing, "These are my people. They're good folks, they don't deserve this."

Moira rightfully claimed self defense against the soldiers. Giving her recollection of the story to the police she told the exact truth, but to hear her tell it these men were bloodthirsty monsters aiming for the destruction everything in in the place. She had to take them down or much worse would of happened that a cracked sternum and a snapped spine. She and Jack were the heroes. After all that she heard the words 'missing friends'. She paused for a second before she demanded to know who exactly was missing.

Eliding Wow, that's the first time i've ever heard that word. I had to look it up. I feel dumb So are we ending it here or is there more fun to come? :P

Yes! Anything to get this thread thumping, then again, I'm not the GM :P

"No sir, this isn't a sword it's a candy cane! See? Omnomnom"

Moira looked around at the lifeless bodies again. She couldn't help them and it was killing her. What if the kidnappers came back? What if the soldiers came back? She had to stay there. Though spending Saturday night with your friends is usually a lively event, she would have to be their protector. She nodded to Jack, "You had better come back," she said with a forced smile as she hopped back up on the side of the billiards table to have a seat, "and make it quick!"

Moira looked around for the two professional supervillainesses in disbelief. They were hopefully gone. Walking over to Jack she offered up a hand to help up her fallen comrade-in-arms. "Well, looks like we made some mortal enemies," she chuckles. Looking around to the room full of lifeless bodies, her momentary bit of sarcastic glee dropped into her stomach. "Jack, I've never dealt with this many unconcious people at once," she sighed trying to hide her fear with justified frustration, "Isn't there anything you can do to help them," she looked at him with a bit of both emotions, "Don't you have superbuddies or something?"