song_tra_bong: (golden)
Mary Anne hadn't spent much time at home in Greece, but after last night, she decided it was overdue.

As it happens, she's spent her first full day cleaning, top to bottom. All the windows are open, letting in a glorious cross-breeze and carrying out the last, lingering smells of cleaning supplies. She pulls the bandanna down from over her hair and leans against the windowsill, looking out toward the sea.
song_tra_bong: (woman like a man)
The door opens onto a dimly lit bar. Two men in suits sit at a table by the wall, speaking in low voices; they don't look up when Mary Anne and Ramon walk in.

Four men at the pool table in the back do look up, then go back to their game. Their rolled up sleeves show off jailhouse tattoos--tattoos that mean murderers, time served, rank in their organization. Just because they aren't staring openly doesn't mean they aren't paying attention. The fact that no one makes a fuss just yet over Ramon's machine gun is telling.

A waitress in a short skirt goes by with a tray, delivering drinks to the suits by the wall. Mary Anne heads for the bar, taking a seat that's a few stools over from the next man. She beckons the bartender over.

"Vodka for me and my friend," she says in flawless Russian. "And keep them coming. We're out on the town tonight."

The bartender shakes his head. "You picked a hell of place to come," he says, but pours the drinks all the same then wanders down to the customer at the other end of the bar.
song_tra_bong: (pregnant)
Six months down, three to go.

Given that most of her normal activities (ex. war, drinking, picking fights) are off-limits, Mary Anne has set up shop in one of the smaller rooms of the castle. It looks like some sort of entertaining-guests-with-tea-and-gossip room; she's made it a reading-the-classics-to-her-child room.

"Sun Tzu said: the good fighters of old first put themselves beyond the possibility of defeat, and then waited for an opportunity of defeating the enemy..."

They say motherhood changes you. Some things never change.
song_tra_bong: (Default)
As soon as they get home, Mary Anne heads into the kitchen. Dish soap gets out blood better. She's got lather up to her elbows before she says anything to Ruin.

"You want to tell me what that was all about?"
song_tra_bong: (Default)
Mary Anne faces down her nemesis with weapon in hand, dressed for battle.

Her armor is paint-splattered jeans and a t-shirt, hair tied back under a bandana.

The weapon of choice? A paint roller loaded with what the hardware store called Eggshell White.

The nemesis? The third of four walls in the entryway.

She squares her shoulders and starts on the attack, humming to herself.

road trip!

Dec. 18th, 2006 12:57 am
song_tra_bong: (Default)
[Filler! This will totally be a coherent paragraph with scene setting and preamble and whatnot, but for now, let's just say they head out the front door of the bar and come out in a alleyway near Santa Croce.]

Mary Anne glances around as she shuts the door behind them. "Let's see, if I looked up the address right...we shouldn't have too far to go."
song_tra_bong: (sleeping)
Mary Anne doesn't move when she sleeps--no tossing and turning, no kicking or flailing of arms. She tends to wake up in exactly the same position she drifted off in, at least when she's sleeping alone. Some training dies hard.

And some not so. The need to wake up ready to fight has eased in her somewhat; she's harder to wake and the process of waking is slower. It hasn't been a problem yet, so now she sleeps, curled on her side with her hands tucked beneath her chin.
song_tra_bong: (golden)
Mary Anne's avoiding sleep again; immortal or not, it's starting to show around her eyes. Still, it's quiet out here, and there's room to move. She's walked most of the way around the lake and has turned around to head back towards the bar. Odds are low of her actually heading inside; more likely she'll just make another circuit to keep herself awake.
song_tra_bong: (golden)
Much as she likes the bar, Mary Anne figured it was time to do a little exploring in her new home. She spent most of the afternoon walking the beach before returning to the castle. After taking a wandering route through a library, a ballroom and a weapons cache, she's back in her room, standing out on the balcony and enjoying the sea air.


song_tra_bong: (Default)
Mary Anne Bell

February 2010



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