05-20-2019, 03:45 AM
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tws thoughts of violence, blood, murder, mentions of alcohol, religion, injury, broken bones, blood
Michael could have let Kelly go, could have said he hadn't been able to catch the man, but, he was not a liar, and Kelly had to account for what he had done that day. To his knowledge no one else had been hurt but the Insurrection teenagers, but actions had consequences.
His eyes flickered towards the figure of Addy who had watched them approach before heading into the casino. The dark haired man placed a hand on Kelly's arm, indicating for him to stop a few steps from Cat who looked... furious. And the reason why was stated seconds later. Mike felt his fingers tighten around Kelly's arm squeezing the man's appendage harder than was necessary.
His stomach twisted and he looked back and forth as if expecting, or hoping that Creed would limp over. "Shot-" He took a deep breath before continuing, "Is she alright?" He couldn't live with himself if Creed had died or been previously injured. True, they had not been on speaking terms in a while, but he still did not want harm to come to her.
He had promised her father, swore that Creed would be safe... Jon would be safe... he'd already failed, he couldn't fail again. He would rather die than let anything happen to his goddaughter. He shook his head to clear the thousand thoughts running through it. "Yes boss, he's the guy." He decided not to burden Cat with the possibly true information that Kelly had given him about Brian contracting him for the hit... he'd tell Cat in private, later.
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Michael could have let Kelly go, could have said he hadn't been able to catch the man, but, he was not a liar, and Kelly had to account for what he had done that day. To his knowledge no one else had been hurt but the Insurrection teenagers, but actions had consequences.
His eyes flickered towards the figure of Addy who had watched them approach before heading into the casino. The dark haired man placed a hand on Kelly's arm, indicating for him to stop a few steps from Cat who looked... furious. And the reason why was stated seconds later. Mike felt his fingers tighten around Kelly's arm squeezing the man's appendage harder than was necessary.
His stomach twisted and he looked back and forth as if expecting, or hoping that Creed would limp over. "Shot-" He took a deep breath before continuing, "Is she alright?" He couldn't live with himself if Creed had died or been previously injured. True, they had not been on speaking terms in a while, but he still did not want harm to come to her.
He had promised her father, swore that Creed would be safe... Jon would be safe... he'd already failed, he couldn't fail again. He would rather die than let anything happen to his goddaughter. He shook his head to clear the thousand thoughts running through it. "Yes boss, he's the guy." He decided not to burden Cat with the possibly true information that Kelly had given him about Brian contracting him for the hit... he'd tell Cat in private, later.
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MICHAEL FORD
Michael Ford is a 45 year old, man, he's stubbornly loyal to whatever cause he chooses, protective of his family and friends, he's a member of the Badlands. Michael has issues controlling his anger in most situations. He is a difficult opponent and well trained, feel free to power play nonviolent interactions though.