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 Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2008 9:06 pm
((Oh! I'm sorry, I totally missed that. redface ))
Max caught the controller and sat down without comment. He was okay at Halo; not as good as Domanik by any stretch of the imagination, but alright. Besides, shooting things did a good job of getting rid of his own pent up frustration; after several minutes of 'killing things', he realized that he no longer needed to annoy anyone. Finally he spoke up. "You should have just skipped dinner," he said, his voice more serious. "If I can find something better to do, you certainly can."
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2008 8:28 am
((No problem, don't worry about it))
"Yeah, but I wanted to spare myself a scolding. Besides, I didn't actually do anything at dinner. Two of them ganged up on me afterwards." Videogames were Dom's vent. When he was too angry to do anything else, he played videogames. It was actually his habit to conduct tedious conversation, ones he knew would probably upset him, in front of one. It wasn't escapism, not really. It was more like he was sorting through his feelings while he played. Controling them; which normally he didn't. Then, when he felt he could be calm, he'd rejoin the rest of the world.
He smirked. "The middle child, the one my age, she might be an ill-mannered troll of a girl, but she's got a sharp tongue. I think she'd make a good lawyer. And, I think one of them, the goth girl, nicknamed me 'Sunshine'." Despite their awful behavior, Domanik found himself slightly impressed by his step-sister. What was her name? M....Mabel? no...Mary? no.....Madeline? ah, right, Madeline.
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2008 12:25 pm
Madeline started to walk back. Of course she had to walk past Dom's room, something she didn't want to do, but to take an alternate route... she might be lost the entire time. She continued to let her mind wander. Why had she been so mean to Dom? She usually was nicer to jerks like that. But something about him made her act weird. Might be the house, but she treated most of the brothers the same, with a slightly annoying cheerfulness. But he made her blood race. She paused by his room.
Halo!
Her heart ached. Halo... no! She grabbed her hand. She had other games on her computer. She closed her eyes and began to walk.
Come on... you have that new game! And the essay. The essay! She paused. The essay. She'd done it... Last Monday.
What? All that worrying over nothing. She felt like kicking the wall, but she didn't. Instead she went to her bed and burrowed under the covers. She was an idiot.
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2008 5:58 pm
Max laughed. "Sunshine? That's good, I have to admit." He paused, concentrating completely on the game for a few seconds, as he had just run headlong into a bunch of enemies, mostly because hadn't been paying attention. Finally he made sure his shield-o-meter was on the way back up and spoke again. "One of them caught me outside Dad's office this afternoon. She bawled me out, then started crying. Who does that?" He shook his head without taking his eyes from the screen. "Anyway, I've otherwise been lucky, for the very simple reason that I've been imitating Alek. Seriously. You're too combative; silent disdain is the way to go."
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2008 7:17 pm
The silently disdainful Alyekzander was now awake and in full silent disdain swing. He wondered to himself who the devil had slammed his door, why in blue blazes had anyone entered at all, and did he really have the energy and drive to get up and find out? No, no he did not. Besides, he was fairly certain that whoever the interloper was, the eyeful of full rear nudity was more than enough wrathful punishment. Anything he would try heaping onto that would be negligible. Though now that he was irrevocably awake again for at least the next couple of hours, he started to appreciate Domanik's fight for a door lock.
Not that he would consider doing the same. Father would say locks create an atmosphere of distrust that he did not want in his home. He would also say no one would dare to steal from him. And, as a last resort, he would insinuate that there must be something to hide if the need for privacy was so urgent. But, most importantly, Alyekzander was just obedient. With five sons, he supposed the odds were in favor of at least one being so malleable.
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2008 8:31 pm
Niklos had often thought about beginning a video journal, as he heard the yells from the hall he assumed this would be the perfect time. Picking up his fully charged video recorder. He slipped off his shoes and other objects that would make noise. Sliding silently into the hall and in a most perfect view of the arguement. He began recording quietly whispering commentary. "WHOA! She tried to hit him!" He slipped when he seen this and hit the floor quite hard. "Uhh...Oops?" He hid the camara and smiled sheepishly turning and running back to his room. Uploading it to the computer and editing it.
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 9:09 am
Dom smirked. That's what everybody said. Too combative, too stubborn, too secluded. That's just the way he was. "Ah yes, the great Lord Alyk. I'm sorry Max, but it's not in my nature to be silent and just accept things I don't like, even if my acceptance is colored with disdain." He paused, as he heard someone stop outside his door. He was just about to turn around when he heard the footsteps continue down the hall. Good. Whoever it was at least knew to keep their distance after Dom had already been nocibily upset. "Alright, Max. I'm going to go to bed." He saved the game and shut the console down.
Markus wandered to his own room. He looked at the Les Paul, but didn't play it. He wasn't tired, but he was a little sad that he hadn't cheered Madeline up. In fact, she seemed more dpressed after his attempt at lightening her mood. He stripped down to his boxers and put an old beatles t-shirt on. He'd have to remember to put some pajama pants on before he left his room tomorrow, though. He wasn't used to living with girls yet. He got on his computer and played a little solitaire, before he shut the machine off, turned out the lights, and crawled into bed.
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 5:47 pm
Max shrugged, putting the controller down and getting to his feet. "I don't like it either, and usually I'd be the first one to agree with you, but they just aren't worth the energy." But he knew that Dom couldn't just turn off his personality, so he let it go at that. "G'night," he said as he walked out the door. Shutting it softly behind him, he moved to his own room.
Several minutes later, in his darkened bedroom, he lay in bed and stared up at the ceiling, going over his entire blissfully Helena filled evening in his head and saving every moment as best he could; suddenly another picture popped into his head, another girl. Her eyes sparkled with a combination of tears and fury, trails of mascara running down her pale cheeks. An almost painful twinge of guilt twisted in his stomach, and he forcibly yanked his thoughts back to Helena, where they obediently stayed until he drifted off.
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 6:43 pm
(( XD wonder how well that'll do on the web!))
Madeline couldn't sleep. She rolled off the bed and grabbed her laptop. She set that aside and picked up her video camera. She walked out of her room, although not changing into anything, so she was only wearing a large t-shirt and underwear.
She went to the west wing, and began to narrate. She did this in a low voice.
"Yeah, couldn't sleep, so I decided to show you the highlights of the house." She whispered, if it didn't work she'd have to redo it when she had the time and it wasn't too late at night. "First is Dom's room. I haven't told you about him yet, but don't worry, I will... eventually. Anyways, here's the door. I am NOT going in there. I already had one fight with him, which I WILL tell you about later, and I don't need another one. Who knows who we'd wake up tonight." She showed the door throughout this. "Maybe I'll manage to sneak inside. Superglue in the toothpaste anyone? Vote yes or no in your comments."
She went through the west wing, showing the doors. The only room she actually went in was the music room.
"And this is the music room. I came in here earlier. Oh! I'm learning to play piano! I'll play a bit for you later, but not now. Its about 11 at night and almost everyone's asleep." She showed the violin case. "Markus, the eldest brother, great guy! I like him a lot! And no. Please none of that romantic crap. I know that's what your thinking. Okay, got off topic. Markus knocked this over. He went from great easygoing guy to... to nearly exactly the opposite. Okay, not as bad as Dom, but he made me promise not to touch it. And I won't! See? I'm a good sister! Okay, I'm tired, shutting the camera off... now!"
She shut the camera off and rubbed her eyes. Okay, bit of editing, an introduction, and an explanation of all the brothers she met. She hadn't actually talked to Maxim yet... she had to do that. She started to walk back to her room.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 3:27 pm
((I think we can all agree that day one is pretty much over.))
beep beep beep...beep beep beep...beep beep beep.
"Urrgggh...?" Markus's voice said from within his cocoon of blankets. His hand rubbed the sleep out of his bleary eyes, enough so he could read the orange LCD display of his alarm clock.
8:45, oh, excuse me...8:46
It was the weekend, and he had no band practice. So why...? Ah. Of course, he'd made a promise to Adrienne last night. He'd have to take her on a tour this morning. He pushed himself into a sitting position and did things with the clock to make it stop making sounds. Oy! That was better. He rubbed his face, stood up and quested for a pair of pajama pants.
Two minutes later, said pants were on, if put on backwards, and Markus himself was on his way down to the kitchen. He asked for coffee, bacon, toast and an omlette, and less than ten minutes later the cook had signaled his consent to the request by placint a plate and a mug before Markus. "Thanks," he said, before begining to eat.
Domanik was usually not a morning person. His normal schedule involved staying up until two or three in the morning, then sleeping until noon. At which point he would go downstairs, have something to eat, leave with his camera, film stuff, come back home, edit his footage of the day, post it on his vlog, join his family (he used the term loosely) for dinner, then go upstairs and be reclusive for the rest of the evening, either playing games, or messing with his film editing software.
This schedule had served him faithfully since he'd graduated high school. His father wished he'd attend collage, but really, what was the point? He had everything he wanted now, and you didn't need a degree to be a director. Dom liked his schedule. It kept him an arm's length from everybody, since the only time he had to actually interact with them was at dinner. He figured he could keep his temper in check for an hour or so.
Yesterday had been an abberation, because he'd been trying to avoid dinner, but had unwittingly been right on time. Today also seemed to be an odd one, since he was up in the morning. He smelled bacon. His clock read 9:00 a.m. There had to be a mistake. No way did he wake up that early. He rolled over to try and get back to sleep again, but then he remembered why he'd awoken. He'd been having very odd dreams.
Dreams about a girl who wasn't afraid to yell at him. Dreams that it was she who'd crept past his door last night while he was talking to Max. Only, in his dreams, Max wasn't there, and instead of continuing down the hall, she'd come into his room. He shook his head. It was ridiculous. His usual frown deepened. He got up, took a shower, got dressed, and went downstairs. If he was lucky, it'd be one of his brothers eating breakfast.
Apparently, he was lucky. He paid no mind to Markus and his breakfast. Instead, he asked for coffee. The cook looked a little surprised to see him at this time of day, but said nothing. His coffee was ready in a minute or so. It was perfect, right amount of sugar and cream, and hot, but not scalding. He chose a seat away from his brother and pretended to read the paper. Really he was trying to keep anyone from speaking to him until he could make his exit.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 3:43 pm
Madeline was a morning person. She walked into the kitchen, humming quietly along to the song coming from her headphones. She had slipped some shorts when she woke up, aware that she was in a house with boys, and ran a brush through her hair. She tapped the chef's shoulder.
"Do you have any Lucky Charms?" She asked sweetly.
The chef blinked at her, then gave a flat out "No."
She blinked. "Oh, I'll just have a bagel then. Toasted with cream cheese?"
He nodded and went to get her the small breakfast.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 3:59 pm
Okay, so he wasn't that lucky. About a minute after he'd gotten settled, the literal girl of his dreams came waltzing into the kitchen. His face grew darker. "I want a bagel too. Cinnamon" He said. "But I want butter on mine, not cream cheese." He lowered is paper as if to make sure the cook was doing as he asked. Really, he was just sneaking a look at Madeline out of the corner of his eye. How dare she interrupt his escape for food? Well, he'd beat her at her own game. He'd have breakfast too.
"Good Morning, Madeline. Did you sleep well?" Markus asked, as though oblivious to Dom's presence. Being complete opposites, he and Dom rarely got along. However, last night had been a low blow. Dom knew exactly why he hadn't so much as touched that violin. And to bring it up when he was only doing his job as the eldest brother. Well, that was just unfair.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 4:06 pm
(( XD ))
"G'morning! Pretty good." She smiled warmly at the duo, not showing any signs of discontentment. She wouldn't be in a bad mood just because Dom was here. She did have dreams last night, but mostly the usual. You know, the ones where your head cheerleader of a squad of unicorns cheering on a volleyball team of vampires? Yeah, that one. "Hey Dom." She waved to him.
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 6:03 pm
((alighty; it's the next day, apparently))
The sound of the alarm clock first set Naomi back to a normal time; she'd wake up to see her nice small cozy bedroom, colored in purple on the walls. Then there'd be familiar sounds; the normal but meaningless petty sister arguements, smell of breakfast by the eldest one, a sound of the radio from Madeline's room, the pretty birds chirping at her windowsill.....
She was confused as to why this wasn't so for a moment, until her mind caught up with her. She sat up and opened her eyes, and groaned; she was in this new house, that's right. What she had been thinking was no more than old memories left in the dust. She wondered who was in her room now....
Shaking out the thought quickly, she went back under the covers for a moment, the alarm clock off and reading 9:15 am. She'd have no choice but to get up; even if she didn't sleep and stayed in here, hunger would get to her too well. Regretfully, she got up and took a shower, then got dressed in a pair of jeans and a plain red t-shirt, and wore a ruby-gemed (fake, obviously) necklace. After fixing her hair and her bed, she forced herself to walk downstairs to breakfest. Might as well start afresh; it's only hard for hte first week or so, right?
The youngest girl scanned quickly at the kitchen: there was Mark, Madeline, and Domanik. Deciding to ignore the mean one's presence, she walked passed him and asked chef for a bagel with cream cheese, and a apple and orange juice. Thanking the man for the food and for hte quickness of the orange juice, she took a sip as she smiled at the other two; time to start afresh. "Good morning, you two. Sleep well?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 6:10 pm
"You know me." Madeline grinned at her sister. She usually ended up taping in the middle of the night, which did happen last night, and often played pranks on her sisters for material. She began to eat her bagel. She looked at the clocks. "Swing by Titans later, its free comic book day." She said to no one in particular, although Naomi was the only one in the room that new about her job at the comic book store.
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