Robbie Gilford

[Robbie Gilford]

Name of the Character
Robbie Gilford

Malkavian

B a s i c s
Name: Robbie Gilford
Age: Actual age 87, but has the body, mind and soul of a 27 year old.
Species Malkavian
Birthday: 3rd November 1921
Sexuality: Straight
Special Power: Telekinesis incl Energy Blast (For Robbie he literally moves people with his mind, shoving them away rather than summoning physical energy)

A p p e a r a n c e
Hair Colour: Dark brown
Eye Colour: Blue
Height: 5ft 7 inches
Weight: 10 stone(ish)


I n D e p t h
Personality: Robbie is a bit of a rogue, he doesn’t like following the rules, unless he respects the law maker he’ll happily break any and every law he comes across, as such the Underworld government have been trying to track him down for a number of years now, he’s managed to escape with a large amount of luck mostly, common sense and good friends. Though he doesn’t follow conventional rules he knows what he divides as right and wrong, his values just differ from others’. Generally his manner is easy going and he loves to get out and about, he can be boisterous and likes a good laugh, he has common sense and a sharp mind, he just tends not to use it.

Family & History: To his knowledge his parents have been and always will be quite normal, it was the gene handed down from his grandmother a remarkable individual still more alive than most people ever are at the ripe old age of 137, she just decided to have kids a little later, just took a while to find the man for her she’d told Robbie when he was still tiny. Olive had been much disappointed when her only daughter, whom she’d raised alone, (it happened that Harold hadn’t been the perfect man afterall) actually exhibited no powers whatsoever, she’d kept the truth hidden from Grace but years later when Grace married Jimmy Gilford and they had their first son Robbie she revealed the truth on finding Robbie did have powers. In fact when he was six and granny was over minding him while Grace and Jimmy went to see the 1927 film Metropolis at the cinema. As Olive left her grandson alone for only a moment to answer the door and receive a late night dispatch sent from Malkavian headquarters requiring her urgent assistance capturing a rabid Lycan in the centre of Manchester where they lived. Of course she’d had to grab a neighbour to look after the child, making up an excuse that she needed to urgently buy some groceries at the local store, which was shut even in the early evening, but not before she saw little Robbie trying to grab the biscuit jar set high above him on the shelves, it was far out of his reach but his little face had been focused with deep concentration and before she’d been able to hand a biscuit to him the entire jar had flown into his open hand. It all began with little things like that, random mostly, his powers were erratic and most of the time they didn’t work unless he was emotional.

At the age of seven when he nearly hurled a rock with his mind for not buying him some sweets; his grandmother had pondered over whether to divulge the truth, but it was not until he was eight that she did, when he threw the class bully through a window, luckily the boy had survived and they’d been on the first floor, but the damage had been done and attention was immediately brought to them. Olive made her decision; she would protect her grandson at all costs, she revealed the truth to Grace and Jimmy they had taken much persuading but faced with the undeniable truth when Olive lifted them both up by simply looking at them, they were obviously frightened but were of course meant to continue caring for their own son, but that wasn’t Olive’s plan, she tried to persuade them to let Robbie go without any fuss but they’d refused and had declared they would fight tooth and nail to protect their son from anyone and everyone; which now included Olive. She’d been forced into a difficult situation and had done what she still believed to have been the right thing, calling in an old favour she got Harold Veldon to wipe their memories, persuading him to let her look after their grandson, for he was the grandfather.

They took measures to keep Robbie away from all supernatural influences and Olive left the Malkavians, moving to a small town up in the highlands of Scotland to escape any prying eyes. There she nurtured Robbie’s abilities teaching him pure focus for many years, but Robbie was rebellious, he disliked her rigid rules and the stifling lifestyle of strenuous training, so at the age of sixteen the young teen fled to Edinburgh and sought sanctuary there. Olive could have followed, she could have brought him back, but she knew he desired freedom now, and she wasn’t cut out for reering a child and most definitely not a teenager; she just hadn’t the patience so Olive returned to the Malkavians feeling safe in the knowledge that she’d supplied or as he would put it, indoctrinated him enough so he could survive in the big wide world. And that he did, dwelling upon the streets of Edinburgh using his power of Telekinesis to ‘take’ food and get him a job as a paperboy. Soon he changed career path, his sharp mind lending himself to learning and his natural curiosity drawing him to the university and the wise, old lecturers. They found the boys countless questions diverting and so divulged their knowledge; allowing him to sit at the back of classes long before he ought to have.

Robbie was showing promise, his happy and easy going manner lended him to making fast friends so in 1939 when war broke out, he immediately enlisted with his friends going off to fight and showing a natural aptitude for it. His boyish enthusiasm and naivety drove him on, he wasn’t particularly patriotic for his country but believed in defending those he loved; his friends that fought alongside him. An accurate shot and a confident leader of men Robbie rose to the rank of Captain, surviving the bloodshed he continued his career in the army for a few more years careful not to flaunt his ability which would draw unwanted attention. But one night in 1954 when he was blind drunk he ended up blasting a lecherous man who’d tried flirting with his girl, suffice to say he lost the girl, the man very nearly died and as there’d been plenty of witnesses to identify him he’d had to flee pretty sharpish leaving the army and moving to Ireland for a time. Lying low for a couple of years Robbie was forced to content himself with ordinary town life coupled with keeping his wits about him in case anyone came after the fugitive. Believing things would have died down he returned to England in 1956 setting out to find his parents; for his memory had never been wiped and he remembered them as a distant, far off dream. Finding his parents he found others there waiting for him, a band of deadly Lycans with a grudge against his family, for Olive had killed their father; John “Gutter” Seymour beginning the blood feud. Liam was the eldest son, the craftiest and most manipulative he was a wiry Lycan contrasting with the bulk of his sister Laura and solid brother David who were large Lycans that relied upon the strength and tenacity to get the job done; unlike Francis who was known as the serpent for her underhand ways and how quickly she struck. Robbie narrowly escaped with his life he was too late to save his parents who’d remained the unknowing bait for nearly a year, Olive had always been too careful to be found, but the family of Lycans had gathered intel about Robbie and believed they could take him down in order to draw out Olive and finish her, satisfying the binding oath the four Seymours had made to their dying father. Barely eluding their clutches Robbie fled once more, he travelled far by day, but each time they followed his scent tracking him by night, hounding him from Britain and relentlessly pursuing him into Europe.

Arriving in Italy Robbie decided he would run no longer, and so set a trap to annihilate his foes, of course he’d only encountered such a fast and deadly foe the once when he’d barely escaped with his own life and lost his own mother and father to the ravening hounds. In an Italian vineyard chosen for its ideal location for sniping he set up camp, waiting for nightfall. The Lycans came, tracking his scent and he opened fire with his trusty Lee Enfield rifle from his war days, taking the first clean through the heart, the others fled. Going to check his kill Robbie was astounded as the beast reared its ugly head and lunged for him, the bullet had hardly slowed it, and the others sprang their trap pouncing upon the young man, knocking him unconscious before he could even react.

Robbie away a few days later with the worst headache ever, and he’d had hangovers from hell before, bound hand and foot, yet the Lycans had underestimated their foe’s resourcefulness, just as he had completely underestimated their toughness and speed. When the Lycans slept that day in a disused barn, or what had hurriedly become one on hearing their howls renting the night air, Robbie cast off his bonds through sheer force of will and fled as day broke and the Lycans slept preferring to move under cover of darkness he realised so he needed only time his escape correctly, just when he heard loud Italian voices outside he unravelled his bonds and knocked aside the burly male Lycan; David Seymour who was on guard duty as he made his bid for freedom. Luckily for him they didn’t give chase, not until later as the scent they were so attuned to still lingered to their strong sense of smell. Robbie didn’t stop moving that day or night until he reached the apparent safety of Rome itself. If his theory was correct they wouldn’t venture into the bustling city, for he hoped they wouldn’t want to attract undue attention. Again his lucky guess happened to be right, though he now found himself pretty much stuck in the city.
Help was at hand though, from a rather dubious hand but beggars could not be choosers, and when he met Benedetto Mancini a talented young Italian he saw a natural ally. Benedetto was no ordinary teenager, for he was in fact not a teenager at all, he’d learnt of his ability to temporarily freeze time from a very early age, his mother, Guistina had done her best to keep his ability hidden from the outside world but his father, Valerio had long since gone, apparently back to help fight in a never-ending war, Benedetto was unconvinced if there really was a war but Guistina had always insisted it was true. Benedetto was born at the outbreak of the war in 1939 so when Robbie met him he was 17 years old, though he didn’t look a day over 8; aging incredibly slowly was something Benedetto has always found frustrating; that he still looks like a child, even now he doesn’t look over 21. Robbie had been sat at a restaurant mulling over daring plans to escape the city when he saw Benedetto effortlessly slip a man’s wallet from his pocket; too effortlessly, one second the wallet had been safely tucked away in a pocket, the next it had been clutched in Benedetto’s hands as he scampered quickly to his next victim. Studying Benedetto from a safe distance Robbie decided to follow the youngster believing he too might share the same gift, it was a one in a million chance but it was worth a try. So Robbie had followed Benedetto into an alley with a dead end; for Benedetto had known of his stalker from the outset and now the pair confronted each other.

A swift scuffle ensued Robbie’s army experience allowing him to react quickly and take advantage of Benedetto’s utter surprise at actually encountering another person with special abilities. Through sheer force of will Robbie held the teenager in place and Benedetto’s power to temporarily slow and even stop time was useful when he was already caught. Yet Robbie was soon able to reason with the impetuous Italian, though Benedetto’s pride was hurt and there were definite difficulties understanding each other’s shouted words they eventually came to an agreement, Robbie struggling to keep up with the broken English the young Italian was jabbering, for his mother had taught him some, and Benedetto found it equally difficult to comprehend the rough, rugged Scottish tones of Robbie who was then forced to slip into an English accent at first so they could understand each other. Benedetto demanded he be set free at once, but Robbie countered saying not until he gave him some assistance first, after a long drawn out argument the pair aided by their curiosity of each other agreed to help one another; Benedetto equally anxious to escape Rome and start his thieving on a grander scale. For Benedetto was at that time a thief, pure and simple, picking pockets during the day then breaking into wealthy Italian’s apartments at night, he wanted to lead a good life and he had plentiful due to not only his uncanny ability to freeze time but also his sharp mind. Benedetto saw a useful ally in his escapades if he could carefully manipulate this rough and ready Scotsman and Robbie saw a way out.

The pairing was successful from the outset, both were at first cautious around the other but they slowly learnt to trust each other as Benedetto showed Robbie his work, persuading him around to his point of view; that it was their god given right to use their abilities however they saw fit, they had been chosen out of all others, at first Robbie was happy to go along with Benedetto’s ideas loving the thrill of the chase as Italian police hunted high and low for them after a daring raid which first successfully meshed together powers to manage the perfect breaking and entering job, until they’d started arguing of course. Robbie knew from the outset that Benedetto was simply using his ill gotten gains for his own personal use but he didn’t have time to worry about it, he was using the thieving as an exercise; to see just how well their powers could work together so he could work out how to defeat the Lycans trapping him within the city. Robbie did his best to explain what the creatures were like that were tracking him, he emphasised the danger making sure Benedetto knew what he was getting himself into, but the young Italian was brashly confident that he could handle anything that was thrown at him; especially with Robbie at his side. Purchasing a number of Italian produced Beretta M3’s and a Lee Enfield No 4 Mark 1 that he had used during the war, with these and plenty of ammunition he began to teach Benedetto how to shoot in an old, long since abandoned warehouse that was shortly due for destruction. Benedetto, or Ben as Robbie always called him, wasn’t a natural shot, he was too hasty and wasted ammo blazing away yet rarely hitting his target, his competitive nature helped as he was put to shame by Robbie’s proficient and deadly rate of fire; so practised night and day to improve. A month after they’d met the pair believed themselves “as ready as we’ll ever be” as Robbie had put it, and so one night they left the city heading north for a small Italian farm where they could lay their ambush. Already they had underestimated their enemy as the Lycans tracked them effortlessly falling upon them well before they neared the farm. But the Lycans were hasty and the impetuous David didn’t wait for his brothers and sisters, his bloodlust and impatience were too great and he attacked mercilessly. Lightening fast he sprang upon Robbie slashing the Scotsman as he unloaded a round from his Beretta into the beast’s chest. As Benedetto opened fire with a gusto, nearly hitting Robbie in the process who was engaging in a battle of wills stopping the terrible claws from slashing him further, then Benedetto remembered the plan, froze time and fired point blank at the creature’s head; suffice to say there wasn’t much left of David Seymour whose death was witnessed by his youngest sister Francis who’d just arrived on the scene too late to save him. Whereas her brother, Liam and sister Laura would have tried avenging their brother’s death immediately she bided her time, knowing she couldn’t handle the powers of the pair, she didn’t let her feelings rule over her and kept a level head. As Benedetto helped the injured Robbie to safety; it took little to persuade her brother and sister, on learning of the death of David, to give chase while she gathered information about this Benedetto. Laura and Liam Seymour gave chase after the now more elusive and careful Robbie aided by Benedetto they had fled to France concocting more plans to escape the Lycans clutches.

By 1957 Francis had learnt all she needed to about Benedetto, finding his mother she ruthlessly assassinated her in cold revenge for the killing of her brother. When Benedetto learnt of his mother’s death he was driven into a blinding rage fuelled by his grief and if it hadn’t been for Robbie’s cooling words he would have gone looking for the Lycans there and then. He would have found that tricky as the Seymour family had been recalled to Manchester ordered by Demetrius Caldwell to cease their blood feud, at least for a time, to aid in the fight against the Vampires where they proved their resourcefulness and tenacity against the Lycans everlasting foes. Benedetto and Robbie were now in Paris itself when they received the news from Olive, whose help had continually been rejected by Robbie who wished to go it alone, (albeit with Benedetto alongside him) that the Seymour family had given up their hunt for now but that they should always stay wary.

Feeling embittered the pair decided to remain in Paris and lived the high life deciding to cast aside their troubles and simply enjoy life. This false life came to an abrupt end in 1962 when Olive sent a young Malkavian to track them down and inform Benedetto that his father was dead. Enraged that he hadn’t been told this earlier; that Olive knew his father he very nearly shot the messenger but once again Robbie was able to cool his impetuous friend’s fiery temper with a sharp slap about the face then holding him in place until he tired himself out and finally listened to reason. Robbie advised against acting rashly blundering in trying to avenge a man he’d never actually even known but Benedetto was resolute and passionately declared he would kill whosoever had murdered his father. Grabbing the young Malkavian by the ear the impetuous Italian had bellowed into it until he’d been told everything; which included every minute detail the boy had heard about the murder and consequently all about the war between Lycans, Vampires and Malkavians as Benedetto learnt that his father had been killed by none other than Liam Seymour, who’d apparently left his mark knowing it would enflame Benedetto’s spirits into acting hastily. Robbie knew his friend would leave him behind if necessary and end up getting himself killed so not wanting a death on his conscience and actually getting along with Benedetto rather well to boot he went along with him to Manchester, even though he’d naturally be forced to see his grandmother again.

Arriving in Manchester they were welcomed with open arms with the always kind and generous Malkavians, who were slightly desperate for experienced soldiers like Robbie in particular who easily melded himself to become a pivotal part of the team for a time. But Benedetto’s somewhat lofty bordering on cocky attitude ruffled many feathers as did misplaced words by Robbie too who rarely thought before he spoke out. The pair were heavily opinionated and viewed as rash as they did daring raids against the Lycans but pretty much ignored the Vampires altogether. In essence they didn’t fit well with the other Malkavians who were admittedly a mismatched bunch anyway but they were less rash and ill considered as Benedetto in particular who acted with his heart and not his head. Though Robbie had a military background he often acted instinctively trusting his gut instincts to guide him through most situations; neither went out to make enemies, but neither did they make themselves kind and amenable in order to make friends other, Robbie and Benedetto would change for no-one, not even for each other, even though they trusted each other with just about everything now.

For about five years the partnership of Mancini and Gilford rattled up quite a tally against the Lycans having killed ten between them; mainly the younger, ambitious inexperienced ones but one who’d lived to the ripe old age of 1073 still nowhere near an elder Lycan but a formidable feat in itself and something Benedetto, and on the odd occasion when drunk Robbie too could be heard bragging about. Each would describe in vivid detail, though the story changed each time how they had defeated it, and with each time of the telling the other’s part in the action would diminish, of course it had been a combined effort but saying the truth wasn’t how bragging worked.

One day Robbie was found in a heated debate with Akira Nakajima herself arguing over Malkavian tactics and how himself and Benedetto were solely hitting the Lycans, in one fight they had been seen clearly helping a Vampire despatch a cornered Lycan preferential treatment was just not allowed and as soon as the fiery Benedetto got involved the simple disagreement escalated into a blazing argument, yet that wasn’t what drove them from Malkavian Headquarters, Robbie still doesn’t know how but somehow they learnt of his connections with Harold Veldon the man in charge of wiping them out, finding out they had his grandson in their midst several Malkavians became angry and scared for their own safety so began throwing allegations at Robbie. It started as dirty, covert looks, and general mistrust, but soon escalated to completely ignoring the wilful Robbie who, feeling scorned and hated, left with Benedetto for pastures new.

Attracted to the limelight and any place that constituted a hive of activity they toured England as it were basically enjoying themselves and soaking the local culture of the finest beers, spirits and girls on offer, it was on a night that started out like any other, in 1968 that Robbie first fell in love, it wasn’t exactly love at first sight, a burning desire true, but the gorgeous gem before his eyes would enflame any and every man’s senses and bring out the passion in a wrinkled old man with a dodgy ticker on his deathbed, such was the beauty of the woman before him. Mouth falling open at the sight of her Robbie had quickly tried to act cool, looking into his drink and anymore but at her, and perhaps it was that obvious look of disdain, for Robbie believed all women with beauty unfairly used it against others, that actually attracted her to him, the curled lip and obvious disinterest, but Robbie himself was being somewhat hypocritical as he could easily be blamed of the same crime, neither had chosen to look brilliant, it had just happened.

So it was that Ruby Maye walked to the bar purposefully setting her elegant slim hand inches from Robbie’s to attract his attention, but his stony expression had remained, and his fingers hadn’t even tightened upon his glass as he took a determined gulp, then he’d turned to her saying bluntly, “just cause you’re beautiful…doesn’t mean I’m going to offer you a drink…flirt with any fella here and he’ll give ya one…all I’ll offer is company.” Yet she received far more than that that night. Those were the first words he uttered to the woman who’d later steal his heart, and she has remained the love of his life to this day. Sounds good doesn’t it? Robbie thought so too, he hadn’t imagined how love would knock him on his ass, he’d never experienced such a whirlwind of passion like he did that night, and never has since. Another thing he hadn’t expected was to waken alone, imagine his distress and surprise as his arms curled around nothing and his startled eyes flew wide; she’d gone, just like that. “You av been diddled my friend,” Benedetto had later guffawed as Robbie had realised all his money had even been taken, the bloody…

Somewhat aggrieved to say the least Robbie had actually lost his temper and for once the roles were reversed and Benedetto had to calm the Scotsman. Robbie claimed he got over it quickly, soon got on with his life, but if you asked Ben the truth he’d give an entirely different story; that Robbie moped for weeks and he’d really begun to fear that his friend’s heart had actually been broken he pined so crazily, but one day he’d stumbled from his bedroom in the apartment they had been staying in saying “we’re gonna rob a bank,” Benedetto had been ecstatic and hadn’t bothered wondering why Robbie was willing to return to their life of crime, what did he care he was back living dangerously.

For the next six years the pair travelled all of Europe robbing at least one bank or wealthy person who didn’t deserve their money in each country and to this day they resolutely stick to the story and claim that they have robbed a bank in each and every country of Europe.

Returning to England in 1973 they bought an expensive apartment in the centre of London using their ill gotten gains they began living the high life once again, passing themselves off as wealthy young businessman who’d just happened to hit the jackpot floating money on the stock exchange. It worked for a while, and they could pay people to not ask too many questions if necessary, Robbie advised Ben not to make a habit of it though, their money wasn’t an inexhaustible supply and would soon run out with the rate Benedetto tried to spend it, or squander it as Robbie put it.

In early 1974 Robbie had been out for an entirely unsuccessful night out, for he’d found nobody that took his fancy, which meant there was nobody unmarried, not posh and not so full of themselves that Robbie grew tired of the conversation being entirely about their, frankly dull, lives. Yes he was picky but he’d been shown what love was like and nobody had satisfied him the same since. Arriving back at the apartment all Robbie wanted was a good night’s sleep, which was unlikely with his friend’s insanely good luck, the girls just loved Italians it seemed, oh yes the usual shenanigans were taking place he could hear even before he made it to the door; wonderful. Turning the key and shoving the door, that often stuck, he didn’t expect to knock the lovers over, what they were doing up against the door he really didn’t want to imagine…too late, he tried averting his gaze, but he’d already been transfixed in morbid horror and surprise, eyes bulging he’d recognised her instantly, his eyes riveted to her elegant body, now wrapped about his best friend but definitely distinguishable as her, he’d never forget that ass, “Ruby,” he’d whispered in complete shock, as the unflappable Benedetto had bounded up, completely unashamed and not embarrassed at all that he was stark naked before him, and found in an uncompromising position, it happened to often for him to even blink at it now.
“Robbie!” He’d cried jubilantly oblivious to the way they stared at each other. Ruby standing with her hands on her hips staring defiantly at the speechless Robbie. “Zis is Danielle, and my can she show you a gud time.” Robbie really didn’t want those images flashing in his mind, “so that’s what you call yourself now eh?” He shouted losing his cool now and taking a single, completely terrifying step towards Ruby, who had the good grace to at least blush a little now.
“You bloody bitch,” he’d cried hoarsely as Benedetto held his arms up defensively seeing the anger blazing in his friends eyes and knowing now that he’d somehow put his foot in it, as usual.
“Woah my friend, calm yourself,” Ben shouted above Robbie his own ever passionate voice raising far above Robbie’s hoarse whisper now. In abject agitation Robbie stormed into the kitchen running his hands through his hair crying “no, no…no” over and over again, “this can’t be happening.” He cried as the pair followed him in; big mistake, “you fucking whore,” he snarled his anger getting the better of him now as he lunged towards her, but Ben got in the way, at that stage of his life he didn’t look a day over 18 and still had the physique of one so Robbie was able to shove him aside, but as the enraged Scot neared Ruby he received a shearing pain in his arm, crying aloud he grabbed the instantly burnt skin staring in amazement on seeing the jolts of electricity flying from her fingertips, using his Telekinesis he knocked aside the sizzling energy ducking as it tore into the kitchen cabinets behind him, for a few seconds he barely managed to keep the sizzling energy away from him and was forced to direct his attention against Ruby herself shoving her backwards with a blazing fury of emotion from his mind she hurtled back against the wall, but not before she’d scorched his leg too and brought him to his knees. Each picked themselves up to continue the fight, both passionate and angry at each other, but Benedetto was between them, quicker than he should have been able, clearly he’d used his power to stop time and jump between the furious pair who tried slapping each other over the top of the fairly short Italian.
“Woah, stop it, ze pair of you,” he roared summoning his strength and pushing them both backwards, “calm down. Zis is zurely a misunderstanding. Right…err Danielle?” The fight went out of Robbie and he sunk to the ground of the devastated kitchen head in his hands as tears of fury, sorrow and pain mingled and trickled down his cheek, holding his burnt right arm and stretching out his injured left leg he rolled his eyes to the ceiling as Ruby crouched beside, still scantily clad, he looked away his anger plain, but as her hand brushed aside his tears his heart crumbled once more and he fiercely grabbed a hold of it. “Why?” He muttered the one simple word, the one question that had been on his lips for years, he had never been able to figure it out and the reason why had plagued him those six years.
“I know it’s not a good enough reason,” she replied tentatively at first, “but it’s just what I do,” seeing he’d been able to demand why once again she continued hurriedly, “I’m completely afraid of commitment,” she admitted, “and believe it or not,” she spoke earnestly now trying to look into his deep blue eyes “of hurting you too.” As he was speechless she was able to add, “I was just afraid, no terrified, of, well of you…well the feelings you stirred inside of me, they reminded me so of…nevermind, I’m just…well I am a bitch, but could you find it in your heart to…to forgive me? I need you to forgive me…please.” She ended in a low voice, now she was unable to hold his unwavering gaze. “Say you will,” she murmured beseechingly. Robbie had hardly dared breath, for fear he’d blow away the frail flower he found before him, but then his mind took over from his heart and he replied coolly voicing his concern, “how…how do I know you’re not just lying to me?”
“You don’t” she mumbled, “but you’ve just got to take the chance.” He hadn’t expected that reply, staying silent a moment he stared past her, then looked down at his burns, she’s even marked me now he’d thought then, knowing the burns would likely scar, especially because of the searing pain now, which reminded him, stumbling up he took a deep breath then shoved his arm under the cold tap, crying aloud in pain as he winced, closing his eyes and trying not to think about the searing agony. “Here let me help,” Ruby had offered, but Robbie had shirked the assistance muttering, “you’ve done enough already.” To which she’d pouted then retreated, leaving him to lick his wounds, in more ways than one, “I’ll call round tomorrow,” she’d said, hurriedly gathering her few belongings, handbag and clothes that had been strewn all about the place after such a night of passion, then closed the door on her way out, still hearing Robbie’s sarcastic reply of, “yeh right…I shan’t be holding my breath.” Staring out of the window of the sink that he stood at he watched with sad eyes as he kept his arm under the tap and stared down at the street below, seeing Ruby leave the hotel, and look up as she left, he quickly ducked out of sight but kicked himself knowing he hadn’t been fast enough.
“You actually love her…don’t you Robbie?” Said his friend with obvious incredulity, who now stood behind him, mercifully fully clothed now, and for once actually looked a little abashed as Robbie’s stern gaze and serious expression fell upon him as he turned to glare at his friend, “damn,” Robbie breathed, “I think you’re right.” He’d known it deep down for a long time, he’d just refused to admit it, but the way he’d flown off the handle proved it to him, and he couldn’t help but hope and pray, and thus from the hoping deceive himself into believing that she’d felt something in return too…


(To be continued)

Notable Persons
Olive McPherson 1871-present day
Harold Veldon 1523-present day
Grace Gilford 1901-1956 [Murdered by David Seymour]
Jimmy Gilford 1898-1956 [Murdered by Francis Seymour]

Lovers-
Ruby Maye 1922-present day

Friends and Allies-
Bendetto Mancini 1939-present day
Guistina Mancini 1920-1957 [Killed by Francis Seymour]
Valerio Mancini 1893-1962 [Killed by Liam Seymour]
Akira Nakajima 1794-present day

Enemies-
John “Gutter” Seymour 1488-1955 [Killed by Olive McPherson]
Laura Seymour 1673- 1983 [Killed by Ruby Maye]
Greg Seymour 1696-1754 [Killed by Ranvier Flynn]
Liam Seymour 1712-present day
Francis “The Serpent” Seymour 1729-1987 [Killed by Benedetto Mancini]
David “Spike” Seymour 1752-1956 [Killed by Robbie Gilford and Benedetto Mancini]
Clarissa Seymour 1768-1967 [Killed by Section 13]