Ghost Story

[Marian Hawke]

Marian shudders, her stomach turning as she pulls away from Drake. That kind of talk gets people burnt. That's the kind of thing that gets people burnt. Her nostrils flare as the acrid stench comes back to her, the screams echoing in her ears. 

[Carver Amell]

"Maybe she should be," snaps Carver. "It's not like she gives a shit about the rest of us, why should I give a shit about her?"

[NPCs]

Drake's expression darkens and he takes several steps toward Carver. "Listen you little shit, I get that you're all pissy about your sister being a witch, but how about you shut the fuck up," he says in a low, hard voice. "The fuck is wrong with you?"

[Carver Amell]

"Me? The fuck is wrong with you? You're the one defending her! Don't you know what she is?"

[Marian Hawke]

Please, don't, begs Marian silently, but she knows it'd do no good to beg. Please don't please don't please don't please don't. Instead she reaches for the only thing that ever shuts Carver up: her anger. "Fuck you!" she spits, vehemently. "Getting real the fuck sick of your attitude, Carver."

[NPCs]

"Seriously," Drake agrees. "Not your place to be taking her to task anyway." He smirks. "Shouldn't you be in bed?"

[Carver Amell]

Carver reaches for his belt knife, angrily. "Fuck you, I'm not a little kid!" 

[Marian Hawke]

Marian lunges at him, trying to stop him drawing that knife -- she's been cut before and she doesn't appreciate it, not one bit. That's enough; her lunge becomes a bit of a push, and he hits her in return, and they're fighting within seconds.

[Leandra Hawke ne Amell]

"What is the meaning of this!" 

Their mother's entrance to the altercation is that of a harriden's shriek. She's clad in a housecoat, her hair lank and unbrushed, her eyes shadowed and bloodshot.

[Carver Amell]

Carver lets go of Marian's hair, stumbling backward. "She's late," he snarls. "She was out with her boyfriend."

[Leandra Hawke ne Amell]

"Who cares?" Leandra snaps irately. "If she's out, she's not here. Why are you still up? You have lessons in the morning, young man, and you know your Lord Father is expecting a glowing report at end of month."

[Carver Amell]

"I wanted to make sure she wasn't dead somewhere," mutters Carver, bristling.

[NPCs]

"Pulling a knife on someone is a strange way of making sure they aren't dead," Drake offers from out of the way, where he'd been very much not getting involved in the fighting.

[Carver Amell]

"See what I get for fucking caring," snaps Carver, storming toward the door to head to his own room. 

[Leandra Hawke ne Amell]

"Watch your language young man! You're not so old as to avoid being put over my knee!" That settled, at least in her mind, she turns on Marian. "And you!"