This will be the end today of the wanted man.

[Tatum MacNamara]

[closed for Hansel]

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"Oh Mama, I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the law
Law man has put an end to my running and I'm so far from my home."

Words of heartbreak, of tragedy unsurpassed, of heartbreak and desperation, a mournful reminder of the loss of innocence, a tragic peek into the true fruits of sin, a requiem for a life cut short by the temptation of the easy life won by crime and corruption, an epilogue of a bandit's tale of crime and corruption, filled the staff lounge on the ground floor of the hospital. It was enough to reach in, grab into your chest, rip out your soul and your heart and all your guts like in some crazy Dario Argento slasher flick. It was enough to make a woman hide her eyes, to move a grown man to tears, to give a child the fear to live life on the straight and narrow.

And it was all set to the tune of Styx.

The walls of the staff room shook, though as they were charmed with a silencing spell, the driving rhythm was wholly contained within them, certain not to disturb any patients at such a late hour. There, hips swaying to the rhythm was one Irish healer, mouthing the words to Dennis DeYoung's powerhouse performance on the 70s track.

"The jig is up, the news is out
They finally found me
The renegade who had it made
Retrieved for a bounty
Never more to go astray
This'll be the end today
Of the wanted man."

She had voluntered to work a double, needing the money to settle a particularly high bar tab in a shady sort of place a few blocks over, but no matter how badly she was in need of galleons, around 1am she had found herself regretting the decision. And so, her rounds completed, she had stolen away to the staff room for a wake up that was less harmful than coffee but with twice the pick me up.

It was working well by this time as she danced around the room, confident she would not be discovered. The hair rock music went on and so did Tatum's lip-synching and dance number. And there was air guitar. Oh yes, there was air guitar.

[Ringo Evans]

Ringo was still fairly new to this wizarding hospital. Perhaps that's why they gave him the shitty shifts. Not that he had a whole lot better to do at the moment on the plant and potion floor, he'd made his rounds, turning in his charts and set off for a place to call his own for a break. His five foot seven inch form wound along the halls until it reached an elevator which he jabbed with a finger. Being in this place was slightly depressing at such an hour. At least for him it was. Yes he was here to help people but all those people had been helped and he was feeling a bit less than chipper. Long and late shifts did this to a person. He was only human after all.

Stepping off the lift on the Ground floor he knew there was a staff room around here somewhere. Thinking that it would be best to grab a drink before wandering else where it was such a room he had set as his destination. The closer he got however the more he felt something. It was a shaking that started underfoot and slowly made its way upward his legs. He'd know vibrations like that any where even if no sound were attached to them.

In front of that staff door that had no sound leaking from it at all he placed his hand on the knob which shook to the music that was surely with in. Who at this hour was listening so loudly it shook the very walls. The moment he opened the door sound blasted out and hit him like a brick in the face. the Styx. God. He hadn't heard them in a long time. Suddenly realizing the hall was hearing this loud music as well he hurried up inside and shut the door behind him.

"Hello." he said in a loud voice that still seemed to be drowned by the music. The woman danced apparently was far to into her movements to notice him at this point. "Hello!" he yelled again as he came toward the witch and waved his arms to get her attention.

"I didn't know wizards even knew who the styx were!" Who knew if he could even be heard with the music still being so loud.

[Tatum MacNamara]

And so the dancing continued as the song wore on, and the more she danced the more her blood seemed to pump and the more the her blood pumped the more she seemed to remember that she was, in fact, alive and well, and not some corspe dragging about the hospital with lead weights on her feet. Staying in one place, waking and showering and eating and working and shitting all in the same unending cycle dulled her senses, made her retreat to a near hibernation within herself. The only cure was to shake herself up a bit.

But in the midst of her dance therapy, the Itish witch did manaage to catch some odd spectre looming on her periphery. And so, the sway of her hips never ceasing, she turned her ice blue eyes to study her intruder, err company.

Lime green robes. Not a patient, then. That was good as she would hate to have roused someone from sleep with her antics, and it did not appear to be one of the staff members with a stick broken off deep within their sphincter. She could hear him over the music, but it was not an easy feat, and so she drew closer to the point that she was dancing right in front of him.

"Well, ye know who they are now, dinna ye? Fancy yer smarter than evry other wizard on the planet, then?" she gave him a teasing wink, though it was easier for her to understand his surprise. Most wizards, apart from the muggle borns existed in a world with binders over their eyes, only knowing of the things in their own world and nothing beyond them. Life had never been that way for the MacNamaras, however.

"Ye have ni come te tell me that the buildin is on fire, have ye, mhuirin?" she asked, arching both brows.

[Ringo Evans]

How she had managed to hear him over the loud music was interesting. He could barely he his own voice roaring in his ears. Her's was another story. Even over the beats he could catch the acccent, Irish it sounded, thick but not so think it was hard to understand. His blue eyes blinked at her.

"Oh but there's a very good reason for that."

He replied trying not to watch the movements of her dancing to much lest he be caught staring at something he should. Meeting some and ogling their goodies in the first five minutes was not a good way to meet your fellow staff members. To her teasing about his smart and other wizards he gave a smirk, "If you say so I won't argue." The wink only served to make him smirk a grin even wider.

If he had no idea she was irish before the last sentence yelled to him ending in a word he had no idea the meaning of... it was plainly clear. You know, for those wizards in the back row that can only make out the blur of figures on a stage bathed in light. Even they were able to tell.

"No." he kept his voice loud, "Not on fire, though at this rate you may knock it down. I'd be kinda upset as I need this job to make the rent." there was a small pause before he began anew in a loud voice still. "What did you call me?"

[Tatum MacNamara]

Arms slowly climbing through the air up over her head as the sway of her hips became more pronounced, Tatum bent her knees slightly and continued the dancing, the entire routine becoming increasingly seductive, but only because she had noticed how very good the cute young British boy was trying to be with his eyes, and temptress that she was, she was compelled to put a stop to it.

"So I'm t'assume that I'm about te dance with the self-proclaimed genius of all wizards then, aye?" she said lowering one arm to reach for his hand, a mishcevious, inviting gleam in her ice blue eyes.

"If I'm goin te knock down the entire buildin', I'll be wantin an accomplice, now, won't I? And then ye will ni have to worry about the rent . . . they dinna charge y'a cent in prison."

And then not wishing to wait for him to make the decision about whether or not he wished to dance, she slipped her hand over his, letting her fingers trail slowly over his as if they were a satin glove being slowly pulled down to cover him. Finally, she turned her hands just slightly and laced her fingers through his, stepping her body toward him, her dancing feet never ceasing, until there was only one glimmer of light between their forms, not much space for modesty at all.

"I called ye darlin', mhuirin. But ye can call me Tatum if ye like. I dinna think even the very smartest o'all British wizards could get down a Gaelic accent on first try, and we would ni want ye te embarrass yerself." Liking the way his smile had grown from her wink, she gave him another, and then went about the business of dancing once more.