https://bywitandwhitby.com/ Tue, 14 Apr 2026 22:14:29 +0000 MyBB https://bywitandwhitby.com/showthread.php?tid=999 Sun, 02 Jun 2024 11:37:44 +0000 Tristan Wells]]> https://bywitandwhitby.com/showthread.php?tid=999  
So here he was. The table was laid, Tristan was in his Sunday best, mouthwatering smells rose from the kitchen, Pippa had outdone herself, and Tristan was even more broke. He wasn’t going to be able to redeem that watch chain he had pledged this month.
 
Oh yeah, by the way, he wasn’t going to show Mr. Carrington how the actually ‘doctor poor’ lived. Rather, he’d show the lifestyle of the ‘comfortably middle class’ that he still pretended to be a part of.
 
He stood in a still comfortable and very clean drawing room, looking out over the hustle and bustle of Flowergate below through one of the large windows. There was a good (albeit second hand) couch and two comfortable armchairs around a low chestnut table. A fake persian rug on the floor. Several vases with fresh flowers standing about. An Asian fan covering the grate that hadn't been lit yet since the summer to save money.

The large bookcases on one side of the room were little emptier than they had been in the past. A number of miniature Greek statues and art pieces had been stored away last May. Several books had been sold for quick money more recently. But there were still many books on the shelves: a collection of English, French and Italian novels; several anthologies of poems by Romantic poets: Wordsworth, Keats, Coleridge; a copy of the Iliad and the Odyssey in ancient Greek and several Latin classics; some medical works he didn’t have space for in his study; a collection of philosophical, political, artistic and scientific treatises: Darwin’s ‘On the Origin of Species’ and ‘Descent of Man’, Harding’s ‘The Principles & Practice of Art’, which he had never more than scanned through but he thought it made him look accomplished, some English translations of works by Hegel and Kant he had never managed to struggle through, but had pretended understand during drunken philosophical discussions back in university.
 
He didn’t have money, but at least he was able to maintain a certain aesthetic.
 
He reached all the way into his breast pocket to take out his watch and looked back out over the street. He had expected Mr. Carrington to be here already. If he didn’t show up, Tristan would be so… nah, actually, he’d be relieved.]]>  
So here he was. The table was laid, Tristan was in his Sunday best, mouthwatering smells rose from the kitchen, Pippa had outdone herself, and Tristan was even more broke. He wasn’t going to be able to redeem that watch chain he had pledged this month.
 
Oh yeah, by the way, he wasn’t going to show Mr. Carrington how the actually ‘doctor poor’ lived. Rather, he’d show the lifestyle of the ‘comfortably middle class’ that he still pretended to be a part of.
 
He stood in a still comfortable and very clean drawing room, looking out over the hustle and bustle of Flowergate below through one of the large windows. There was a good (albeit second hand) couch and two comfortable armchairs around a low chestnut table. A fake persian rug on the floor. Several vases with fresh flowers standing about. An Asian fan covering the grate that hadn't been lit yet since the summer to save money.

The large bookcases on one side of the room were little emptier than they had been in the past. A number of miniature Greek statues and art pieces had been stored away last May. Several books had been sold for quick money more recently. But there were still many books on the shelves: a collection of English, French and Italian novels; several anthologies of poems by Romantic poets: Wordsworth, Keats, Coleridge; a copy of the Iliad and the Odyssey in ancient Greek and several Latin classics; some medical works he didn’t have space for in his study; a collection of philosophical, political, artistic and scientific treatises: Darwin’s ‘On the Origin of Species’ and ‘Descent of Man’, Harding’s ‘The Principles & Practice of Art’, which he had never more than scanned through but he thought it made him look accomplished, some English translations of works by Hegel and Kant he had never managed to struggle through, but had pretended understand during drunken philosophical discussions back in university.
 
He didn’t have money, but at least he was able to maintain a certain aesthetic.
 
He reached all the way into his breast pocket to take out his watch and looked back out over the street. He had expected Mr. Carrington to be here already. If he didn’t show up, Tristan would be so… nah, actually, he’d be relieved.]]> https://bywitandwhitby.com/showthread.php?tid=997 Sat, 01 Jun 2024 22:57:49 +0000 Andrew Willaby]]> https://bywitandwhitby.com/showthread.php?tid=997
Andrew sat at the table in the apartment above the bakery, staring down at his cards. The hand was down to two, him and a gentleman who came to his establishment with a cart... Sweat beaded on his forehead.

He did not look at the man for a long time, the tension was thick in the air. And then he finally decided to take the risk. He looked to the other man and muttered, "I ain't got anything else I can bet..." His words were slurred from drink, the smell of smoke and spirits hanging in the air around them.

"Come on, mate, ye just gotta let go. Why don't ye fold if ye ain't gonna bet?" That was the voice of a portly fellow, the man's jowls fluttering with excitement almost.

The other man, a rather short and wiry fellow sat there twirling his moustache with his beady eyes giving the side eye. Andrew had a good hand and could win, but he had bet every last bank note on his person and he just didn't want to take the hit. "Aye, I could fold, but c'mon, I got a new wife and I wanna do somethin' fer her, ain't been easy fer the lass," muttered the baker.

"Well, wot ye waitin' fer, lad?" The wiry fellow prodded at Andrew questionably. Andrew grunted, poured a few fingers of the fine Irish Whiskey he had been given by a customer before his bakery started to take a hit from the downward spiral of his guilt.

"Alright! Fine... I'll bet me bakery, I ain't got anythin' else!" He looked over to the other player.]]>
Andrew sat at the table in the apartment above the bakery, staring down at his cards. The hand was down to two, him and a gentleman who came to his establishment with a cart... Sweat beaded on his forehead.

He did not look at the man for a long time, the tension was thick in the air. And then he finally decided to take the risk. He looked to the other man and muttered, "I ain't got anything else I can bet..." His words were slurred from drink, the smell of smoke and spirits hanging in the air around them.

"Come on, mate, ye just gotta let go. Why don't ye fold if ye ain't gonna bet?" That was the voice of a portly fellow, the man's jowls fluttering with excitement almost.

The other man, a rather short and wiry fellow sat there twirling his moustache with his beady eyes giving the side eye. Andrew had a good hand and could win, but he had bet every last bank note on his person and he just didn't want to take the hit. "Aye, I could fold, but c'mon, I got a new wife and I wanna do somethin' fer her, ain't been easy fer the lass," muttered the baker.

"Well, wot ye waitin' fer, lad?" The wiry fellow prodded at Andrew questionably. Andrew grunted, poured a few fingers of the fine Irish Whiskey he had been given by a customer before his bakery started to take a hit from the downward spiral of his guilt.

"Alright! Fine... I'll bet me bakery, I ain't got anythin' else!" He looked over to the other player.]]> https://bywitandwhitby.com/showthread.php?tid=968 Sun, 23 Jul 2023 00:24:17 +0000 Virginia Rose Danvers]]> https://bywitandwhitby.com/showthread.php?tid=968
The brothel had never been more popular than it had been and Ginnie was feeling tired from the extra work. There was more money in her pocket than she'd had in a long time thanks to how much business was happening after the changing of the guard. The only problem she faced was that the Madame wanted her to try some new things that made her feel as if it was time to look elsewhere for work. She was not sure she wished to do this job in her underthings.

Indeed, it seemed a bit too much for her sensibilities, and she thought she had numbed herself to the goings on of the place. She was also being asked to become one of the ladies of the night, something else she was not keen on doing. She sat in the empty bar, sitting at the counter as the barkeep wiped down the bar top. "I don't know if I can do it," she said in a scandalized whisper to her friend. He glanced over to her and said, "Then don't. Just because you came here for a job, does not mean you need to do it on your back. I know why they want you, you are a dark beauty and would bring in a fair amount of money if you tried even half as hard as some of the girls."

She wrinkled her nose and shook her head, "No thank you. I'll stay as long as I can without losing my dignity in the process. I didn't sign up to be a sell out." She thanked him as he sat a glass of tonic, as well as her meal for the start of the work day once the cook brought it out. It was just some stew made for the support staff. She began to eat thoughtfully, "Besides, I shouldn't have gotten work here, but I was desperate. But I think I have saved enough that I can afford to look somewhere else before I bow out gracefully."

She didn't know where Pony had gone, though she had reason to believe he was always on the move, for he did seem the restless sort. She knew he would probably return after a time. She did miss him, but she was reluctant to call him more than a friend at this point and she wasn't sure what it was they even were at all. It wasn't as though they shared enough time to figure it out. Ginnie wasn't sure if she wanted the same thing as he did, and she would not push for something... yet it couldn't be denied there had been part of her that hoped he liked her in the same manner she liked him.

She ate thoughtfully as her eyes stared down at her meal, taking her time since she was usually early most days to help with the set up.]]>
The brothel had never been more popular than it had been and Ginnie was feeling tired from the extra work. There was more money in her pocket than she'd had in a long time thanks to how much business was happening after the changing of the guard. The only problem she faced was that the Madame wanted her to try some new things that made her feel as if it was time to look elsewhere for work. She was not sure she wished to do this job in her underthings.

Indeed, it seemed a bit too much for her sensibilities, and she thought she had numbed herself to the goings on of the place. She was also being asked to become one of the ladies of the night, something else she was not keen on doing. She sat in the empty bar, sitting at the counter as the barkeep wiped down the bar top. "I don't know if I can do it," she said in a scandalized whisper to her friend. He glanced over to her and said, "Then don't. Just because you came here for a job, does not mean you need to do it on your back. I know why they want you, you are a dark beauty and would bring in a fair amount of money if you tried even half as hard as some of the girls."

She wrinkled her nose and shook her head, "No thank you. I'll stay as long as I can without losing my dignity in the process. I didn't sign up to be a sell out." She thanked him as he sat a glass of tonic, as well as her meal for the start of the work day once the cook brought it out. It was just some stew made for the support staff. She began to eat thoughtfully, "Besides, I shouldn't have gotten work here, but I was desperate. But I think I have saved enough that I can afford to look somewhere else before I bow out gracefully."

She didn't know where Pony had gone, though she had reason to believe he was always on the move, for he did seem the restless sort. She knew he would probably return after a time. She did miss him, but she was reluctant to call him more than a friend at this point and she wasn't sure what it was they even were at all. It wasn't as though they shared enough time to figure it out. Ginnie wasn't sure if she wanted the same thing as he did, and she would not push for something... yet it couldn't be denied there had been part of her that hoped he liked her in the same manner she liked him.

She ate thoughtfully as her eyes stared down at her meal, taking her time since she was usually early most days to help with the set up.]]> https://bywitandwhitby.com/showthread.php?tid=966 Sat, 22 Jul 2023 20:28:40 +0000 Lysander Pappas]]> https://bywitandwhitby.com/showthread.php?tid=966
And then the time came, and the man stepped out of the car among a crowd, his satchel over his shoulder by that point. He wove through the people teaming about the busy train station and moved to seat himself on a bench while he thought of which way to wander next. He would pull out a sandwich that he had packed, eating the cheese and bread without much ado.

While he sat there, he seemed to stare off, not really rushing to fill his stomach.]]>
And then the time came, and the man stepped out of the car among a crowd, his satchel over his shoulder by that point. He wove through the people teaming about the busy train station and moved to seat himself on a bench while he thought of which way to wander next. He would pull out a sandwich that he had packed, eating the cheese and bread without much ado.

While he sat there, he seemed to stare off, not really rushing to fill his stomach.]]> https://bywitandwhitby.com/showthread.php?tid=914 Tue, 31 Jan 2023 18:44:25 +0000 Sonia DeAngelis]]> https://bywitandwhitby.com/showthread.php?tid=914
Perhaps there was a lot to be said about being stuck in a marriage she did not want. In fact, she hated him for forcing her hand as he did. She barely let him near the child he claimed as his own even as the children were starting to resemble Magnus more and more each day. She hated the rules he tried to impose upon her. She hardly paid them any mind anyhow.

She lay curled up around one of the babies, the other within arms reach of her. She was tired, but the children were both quiet and well fed. She watched them with one eye closed, they did not seem like they would turn into their father thus far so that was good. She was tentatively fond of them.]]>
Perhaps there was a lot to be said about being stuck in a marriage she did not want. In fact, she hated him for forcing her hand as he did. She barely let him near the child he claimed as his own even as the children were starting to resemble Magnus more and more each day. She hated the rules he tried to impose upon her. She hardly paid them any mind anyhow.

She lay curled up around one of the babies, the other within arms reach of her. She was tired, but the children were both quiet and well fed. She watched them with one eye closed, they did not seem like they would turn into their father thus far so that was good. She was tentatively fond of them.]]> https://bywitandwhitby.com/showthread.php?tid=909 Sun, 22 Jan 2023 15:23:27 +0000 Albert Hailey]]> https://bywitandwhitby.com/showthread.php?tid=909
Indeed, he had worn his tunic and helmet so much of late, it felt odd to be in clothes other than uniform. He had begged - no pleaded with Neil to switch with him, an afternoon off for weary Bert. Surely the browbeaten Neil would appreciate a few hours of adult company more than shrieking minions. Bert had only one desire this afternoon, to spend it with Delilah.  They had not seen much of eachother of late, duty to their respective employers keeping them apart. They had not shared a walk, a sweet treat in a long while. Yet, the golden-haired Irish temptress was usually the last thing on his mind after crashing into his cot, passionate imaginings between them filling his dark nights.]]>
Indeed, he had worn his tunic and helmet so much of late, it felt odd to be in clothes other than uniform. He had begged - no pleaded with Neil to switch with him, an afternoon off for weary Bert. Surely the browbeaten Neil would appreciate a few hours of adult company more than shrieking minions. Bert had only one desire this afternoon, to spend it with Delilah.  They had not seen much of eachother of late, duty to their respective employers keeping them apart. They had not shared a walk, a sweet treat in a long while. Yet, the golden-haired Irish temptress was usually the last thing on his mind after crashing into his cot, passionate imaginings between them filling his dark nights.]]> https://bywitandwhitby.com/showthread.php?tid=858 Mon, 01 Aug 2022 14:45:41 +0000 Zechariah Meijer]]> https://bywitandwhitby.com/showthread.php?tid=858 taxes. It was humiliating. Degrading. Below him.
But not even these bullshit taxes could get him down. Zechariah Meijer, Esquire, was a father now – and he had needed not even fuck the broad! And rich. The rich part only helped.

(Yet.)

There was an unusually cheery knock outside the door of Darius’ bedroom, bright and early.

There was an unusually cheery knock outside the door of Darius’ bedroom, bright and early. Though he had stubble for the first time since Tony knew when, he looked in the best spirits his employer had ever seen him in.]]> taxes. It was humiliating. Degrading. Below him.
But not even these bullshit taxes could get him down. Zechariah Meijer, Esquire, was a father now – and he had needed not even fuck the broad! And rich. The rich part only helped.

(Yet.)

There was an unusually cheery knock outside the door of Darius’ bedroom, bright and early.

There was an unusually cheery knock outside the door of Darius’ bedroom, bright and early. Though he had stubble for the first time since Tony knew when, he looked in the best spirits his employer had ever seen him in.]]> https://bywitandwhitby.com/showthread.php?tid=857 Wed, 27 Jul 2022 17:43:19 +0000 Colin MacDonald]]> https://bywitandwhitby.com/showthread.php?tid=857
It hadn't been long opened that day when Colin had arrived and had taken his usual game of shooting the targets before continueing around the fair.

He stopped for some food at the food cart which was selling fresh chips done in fat dripping & he found a place to sit and watch the world to by. He began working his way through the chips he had just ordered while drinking a cold drink. The evening was quiet at the fair which was unusual]]>
It hadn't been long opened that day when Colin had arrived and had taken his usual game of shooting the targets before continueing around the fair.

He stopped for some food at the food cart which was selling fresh chips done in fat dripping & he found a place to sit and watch the world to by. He began working his way through the chips he had just ordered while drinking a cold drink. The evening was quiet at the fair which was unusual]]> https://bywitandwhitby.com/showthread.php?tid=855 Sun, 17 Jul 2022 21:49:29 +0000 Menachem Meijer]]> https://bywitandwhitby.com/showthread.php?tid=855
The man had knelt down and was grabbing some glasses to put back on the shelf behind himself when he heard someone come up. "Welcome to the Pony, what can I- Oh!" he looked surprised and smiled. "Aslan! I thought I'd never see you again!' He had seemed so quick to remove himself from his presence the last time they'd seen each other. "How are you doing? And your sister? I hope everything is alright."

He had told him he owed him a favor, maybe he'd found him to cash it in?]]>
The man had knelt down and was grabbing some glasses to put back on the shelf behind himself when he heard someone come up. "Welcome to the Pony, what can I- Oh!" he looked surprised and smiled. "Aslan! I thought I'd never see you again!' He had seemed so quick to remove himself from his presence the last time they'd seen each other. "How are you doing? And your sister? I hope everything is alright."

He had told him he owed him a favor, maybe he'd found him to cash it in?]]> https://bywitandwhitby.com/showthread.php?tid=850 Sun, 10 Jul 2022 22:59:44 +0000 Nisa Koç]]> https://bywitandwhitby.com/showthread.php?tid=850
Nisa had returned home from her club but her face was barely keeping it's usual mask of peace and calm. She had gone along with putting her stuff aside, but was so bothered, she began to pace the hallway. Finally, she went to her brother's room and knocked. It was always good to knock at the door.

"I have news, brother. Please tell me you're home." She finally relaxed enough to narrow her eyes and wrung her hands together. She wanted a rope in them wrapped around a neck. " I wish to speak to you about something and I feel I might scream if I don't talk first."]]>
Nisa had returned home from her club but her face was barely keeping it's usual mask of peace and calm. She had gone along with putting her stuff aside, but was so bothered, she began to pace the hallway. Finally, she went to her brother's room and knocked. It was always good to knock at the door.

"I have news, brother. Please tell me you're home." She finally relaxed enough to narrow her eyes and wrung her hands together. She wanted a rope in them wrapped around a neck. " I wish to speak to you about something and I feel I might scream if I don't talk first."]]> https://bywitandwhitby.com/showthread.php?tid=843 Wed, 06 Jul 2022 01:30:50 +0000 Evelyn Griffin]]> https://bywitandwhitby.com/showthread.php?tid=843
Her brother wasn't away for football. It had been nice when he played for Whitby, but it was a tiny no nothing town. He had a real job with England, though she didn't know what sort of money or future there was in sports. But what mattered to her was that he was happy and he wasn't gone on the water or in mines, every day his future being uncertain.. not that every day wasn't uncertain. But Evelyn didn't know how to voice these thoughts.

"Sam..." She said as she approached  him. Her brow lowered a bit, they wanted her married but he was older and still single. Perhaps it was her task to try to find a wife for him, it would be only fair. She'd consider the subject if they pushed marriage onto her more forcefully than nudging her to a dance to meet people.

"I was wondering if-" she was distracted as their mother came over and kissed her on the cheek telling them she was going to the house she worked at. She had worked at the Carringtons long enough to be allowed to come home, so every couple of days another person would make their breakfast. She didn't want to be late and have to make lunch with the dishes still piled up.

"Ah, bye mother." She said softly and watched her go then looked back to her older brother. "I was going to town and wanted to know if you wanted to come." The woman thought he wouldn't be busy, but she didn't know his plans.]]>
Her brother wasn't away for football. It had been nice when he played for Whitby, but it was a tiny no nothing town. He had a real job with England, though she didn't know what sort of money or future there was in sports. But what mattered to her was that he was happy and he wasn't gone on the water or in mines, every day his future being uncertain.. not that every day wasn't uncertain. But Evelyn didn't know how to voice these thoughts.

"Sam..." She said as she approached  him. Her brow lowered a bit, they wanted her married but he was older and still single. Perhaps it was her task to try to find a wife for him, it would be only fair. She'd consider the subject if they pushed marriage onto her more forcefully than nudging her to a dance to meet people.

"I was wondering if-" she was distracted as their mother came over and kissed her on the cheek telling them she was going to the house she worked at. She had worked at the Carringtons long enough to be allowed to come home, so every couple of days another person would make their breakfast. She didn't want to be late and have to make lunch with the dishes still piled up.

"Ah, bye mother." She said softly and watched her go then looked back to her older brother. "I was going to town and wanted to know if you wanted to come." The woman thought he wouldn't be busy, but she didn't know his plans.]]> https://bywitandwhitby.com/showthread.php?tid=840 Mon, 04 Jul 2022 17:36:15 +0000 Uriel Meijer]]> https://bywitandwhitby.com/showthread.php?tid=840
He was laid back on the settee, his legs hanging off one end since he was much longer than the cushion on which he lounged with the baby on his chest. "Now your uncle... Sometimes I don't know about him. Maybe he loves you in his strange way. I hope he knows what he is doing though." He sighed and rubbed Abe's back. "He certainly aims to spoil you, though I don't know if I can let you play with the toys he keeps sending. He means well." He grinned and then rubbed the babe's back.]]>
He was laid back on the settee, his legs hanging off one end since he was much longer than the cushion on which he lounged with the baby on his chest. "Now your uncle... Sometimes I don't know about him. Maybe he loves you in his strange way. I hope he knows what he is doing though." He sighed and rubbed Abe's back. "He certainly aims to spoil you, though I don't know if I can let you play with the toys he keeps sending. He means well." He grinned and then rubbed the babe's back.]]> https://bywitandwhitby.com/showthread.php?tid=777 Fri, 03 Jun 2022 02:51:52 +0000 Ropati Fa'afili]]> https://bywitandwhitby.com/showthread.php?tid=777
So, Ropati took a seat behind his stand and smiled invitingly to anyone who made eye contact too long.]]>
So, Ropati took a seat behind his stand and smiled invitingly to anyone who made eye contact too long.]]> https://bywitandwhitby.com/showthread.php?tid=775 Thu, 02 Jun 2022 14:50:21 +0000 Zechariah Meijer]]> https://bywitandwhitby.com/showthread.php?tid=775
Though tempted to wait for Crane, he figured it would look less suspicious if he checked in first. Not that there was anything suspicious about dining with a friend he still stroked it to. It would have been weirder if he had not offered!

Besides, last night was the last time he was going to drink the same kind of vodka before bed. It was just the vodka.

Zechariah had chosen a green vest under the black suit (that he found so indistinguishable from the other black coats) direction this Shabbat. It was the most color he had dared wear since the tragedy of Wilde. He glanced down the line, then figured it better to keep his head turned forward so he did not look like an overeager fool. What? Good company was hard to find!]]>
Though tempted to wait for Crane, he figured it would look less suspicious if he checked in first. Not that there was anything suspicious about dining with a friend he still stroked it to. It would have been weirder if he had not offered!

Besides, last night was the last time he was going to drink the same kind of vodka before bed. It was just the vodka.

Zechariah had chosen a green vest under the black suit (that he found so indistinguishable from the other black coats) direction this Shabbat. It was the most color he had dared wear since the tragedy of Wilde. He glanced down the line, then figured it better to keep his head turned forward so he did not look like an overeager fool. What? Good company was hard to find!]]> https://bywitandwhitby.com/showthread.php?tid=765 Tue, 31 May 2022 09:19:52 +0000 Aslan Koç]]> https://bywitandwhitby.com/showthread.php?tid=765 sending off his thanks and acceptance to Dr. Witaker’s correspondence … Aslan spent even more time at the morgue than usual.

He kind of wished he had the luxury of working on dead skin before fucking with living, breathing, struggling human beings. He was also looking forward to less dead things, though. If he could be a part of the solution rather than another cog in the problem wheel?

It was more than he dared hope for. He had little to lose.

The Diamond Pony … was higher class than anywhere he’d ever questioned at. He dressed his best, brought extra handkerchiefs, and a pair of black gloves lest … well, you know.

To the doorman he explained his seeking of the Doctor Witaker, and quietly prayed his hands could stay as steady as he’d advertised.]]> sending off his thanks and acceptance to Dr. Witaker’s correspondence … Aslan spent even more time at the morgue than usual.

He kind of wished he had the luxury of working on dead skin before fucking with living, breathing, struggling human beings. He was also looking forward to less dead things, though. If he could be a part of the solution rather than another cog in the problem wheel?

It was more than he dared hope for. He had little to lose.

The Diamond Pony … was higher class than anywhere he’d ever questioned at. He dressed his best, brought extra handkerchiefs, and a pair of black gloves lest … well, you know.

To the doorman he explained his seeking of the Doctor Witaker, and quietly prayed his hands could stay as steady as he’d advertised.]]>