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 Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 1:41 pm
(( To be shuffled later when I reorganize. Back dated. ))
"Hey Ri."
Riley leaned back and peeked her head around the open refridgerator door. Her eyes were sharp with curiousity, though the slice of turkey hanging from her mouth deaded then effect. There, across the kitchen counter, stood her eldester brother.
He shook his head and waved a hand in her direction, "It's okay. Chew and just listen for a moment."
She paused, passing a brief glance at the other food contents with a thoughtful look before shrugging sharply and snapping the door shut. She then whisked over and thew herself onto a stool. Her feathered ears twitched a little showing her intention to listen, at least until her mouth was free.
"I've got a friend in one of the bomb squads and he's got to head up to his sister's wedding this weekend on short notice due to a date change," Victor explained, taking his time getting to the point.
Riley immediately lost the look of interest. With her attention span it wasn't surprising. Sometimes it almost seemed like Vic drew out conversations like this to strengthen her patience...or try it.
"Now," he held up a finger as if to recapture her attention, "he had previous plans with his girlfriend...but since he can no longer make it..."
He let his voice trail off as he pushed his hand into his pocket. From there he pulled out two long strips of paper wsith identical flamboyant designs. Scrolled across each in bold metalic letters were the words "Battle of the Bands".
"He gave me his two tickets," he continued, a small smile creeping at the corner of his mouth as she perked visibly.
"Battle of the Bands?" she interuptted loudly as she craned her body towards him.
TBC.
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2009 3:12 pm
(( Reserved for solo~ *fail* ))
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2009 3:12 pm
(( Note: Super backlogged rp. ))
"This better fit through the door," Mikael grunted as he and Runeh heaved the large pine tree down the hall.
"It'll fit if you push hard enough," Riley taunted gleefully, managing to slip by her other brothers and rush to the door. She pushed it open and slipped to the side so that when the tree came crashing in it wouldn't end up hitting her. Mikael backed in, the green pine needles and branches scattered all around his face and body as he grasped the trunk in one of its stronger places near the top. His jacket caught on the coat hanger and, unable to stop moving forward due to Runeh's efforts in the back, the thing fell right on him.
"Ah, s**t," he barked, elbowing the thing with a vengence. "Get this thing off me!"
Riley laughed all the way over, making sure to give him a good wack with the coat rack's end as she took it away. She earned a hostile glare in response, which she ignored without even a second glance.
"Can you try not to completely destroy the place?" Kai called from the kitchen, which really wasn't far enough way for him to raise his voice at all. "You can trash your own appartment later."
"If you think this is trashed, you haven't see anything yet," sneered Runeh as he brought the back end of the tree through the door. He managed to do so with much more coordination than his brother. The path was a little bit more clear since Mikael's rampage, though. He and his twin heaved the tree to the small space cleared in the "living room" and then twisted it so that it stood upright. Getting it into the tree-holder was a small, short ordeal filled with grunts of effort. It was ended as the tree thunked into place and the two of them let out breaths of relief.
"Good, you got the tree up," Victor commented. He and Liam came in holding a few large plastic containers. Inside was what looked like a mess of tissue paper, but Riley knew what the load was instantly.
She darted over, "Yes! You got the ornaments!"
"Slow down," Victor advised, but she didn't listen. Yanking off one of the lids she began to unwrap the small tissue-paper bundles. She threw one to each of the twins and Vic, who now hand his hands free. She showed a bit of restraint after that, though her impatience was obvious. She held onto two unwrapped ornaments, tossing one gently to Liam as he finally put his box down and tapping her foot as she waited for the last of them.
When he refused to be summoned by wish alone she finally yelled, "Kai! Hurry uppppp, move your slow a**!"
"Will you wait a moment?" Kai breathed, balancing slowly out of the kitchen with a full tray of warm cider.
"Ahh man, Christmas isn't Christmas without booze," Mikael moved right passed him to get a bottle out of the refridgerator.
Runeh took a mug from Kai, flashing his usual crooked smile, "We could always just add the alcohol in, Mikael."
"Just keep it away from Riley," Victor commented.
"Hey!"
The night continued in a choatic jumble. Riley and Mikael, being horrible ornament hangers, recieved all the ones that were durable, such as those made of fabric or tin. Liam and Victor handled the prized pieces of glass and ceramics, since Runeh had a tendancy of placing them dangerly close to the edge of branches on purpose and Kai was known to bump and fumble when reaching for placement. Small fights and bursts of laughter popped like the crackling of a fire and it was no surprise there were a few glass casualties on the floor by the end.
When everything was hung, from the tangled lights that caused curses of frustration to the itchy tinsle, they settled down around the small coffee table. Runeh, Victor, and Kai sat together on the couch while Liam took the only arm chair. Mikael straddled a chair he had stolen from the breakfast table and Riley sat on the ground. She was often too restless to sit still anyway.
Liam pulled out a box from behind the couch. He opened the lid and placed the board on the table. Scrabble pieces were dumped out onto the surface and some skidded onto the floor. In a messy rush everyone was set up and the game began, as always, with the youngest.
“C-A-T, cat!” Riley put her pieces on the board.
“Is that all you can spell?” Jeered Runeh.
“Shut up! I’m just starting us off.”
“Hankcocking!”
“I don’t think that’s a word, Mikael.”
“Sure it is!”
“No, it’s not.”
“N-I-G-H-T, night.”
“Now who’s spelling small?”
“Hippopotamus.”
“Whaat? Really?”
The night went on in a frenzy of laughs and shouts, wetted with cider and beer and a vase’s spilled water. It was hard to say when everything slowed down; it seemed that one minute they were all up with bright, eager eyes, and the next they were sprawled across the floor and the furniture, dozing as the sun began to rise.
Victor, half away, noticed how the presents lay unopened under the tree. He leaned back his head, closing his eyes. That was alright. The best of the night was over.
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2009 4:07 pm
Why do I always feel like I'm missing stuff...?
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2009 4:08 pm
Riley and Mikael were not shoppers and yet they found themselves standing outside a pair of double doors baring the huge “Target” logo on it. Mikael headed in quickly and deliberately, barely giving anything else a second glance. Riley hesitated long enough to debate over getting a cart…but that’d only be fun if she and Mikael could race. They weren’t going to be here long. So she shrugged and raced nimbly after him past a mother with her baby that gave her a strange look.
Inside she was briefly lost. She was bombarded by signs and banners and aisles of stuff. It was only as she saw Mikael that she snapped out of her temporary trance. She jerked after him with a shout, “Hey! Wait up!” She had to practically jog to keep up with his long and quick strides. She was reminded vaguely of a boar, like she’d seen on animal planet when Kai had the remote. It made her smile a little.
“Where are you goin’?” She asked.
“I think we need to fight some zombies,” Mikael replied seriously.
“I thought we were getting Kai soup,” She interjected.
Mikael ducked down an aisle to the right, “How long does it ******** take to get soup?”
“I dunno, do you even know where the soup is?” Riley certainly didn’t.
Mikael ignored her and began riffling through the shelf in front of him. It was loaded up with videogames, this being the Xbox 360 section. Pulling out a couple he showed them to her, displaying the titles of Resident Evil 5, Left for Dead, and Dead Space. All had beautifully horrifying covers.
“Regular zombies or space ones?”
“Dude, this one can do up to 8 players,” Riley snatched Left for Dead from his hands, “This one for sure!”
“Mission accomplished then!” Mikael declared.
“What about the soup?” Riley didn’t look up from the box cover.
“Fiiinneeeeee. Geeze, if I didn’t know any better I’d say Kai was getting to you,” He huffed, leading her off in another direction. She rolled her eyes and gave him a rough push. He stumbled a bit and then pushed her back, knocking her into a stack of toilet paper and bursting out into laugher as he disappeared down the canned items aisle. By the time she got there, looking a bit red in the face from anger, he had already picked something out. He tossed it to her and she almost dropped it on her foot.
“There, ready to go now?”
Riley looked at it. It was a can of cream of broccoli. Knowing absolutely nothing about caring for a sick individual she shrugged. It was soup, it’d work. She grinned and gave him the thumbs up, “Okay, now let’s get home and kick some zombie a**.”
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 8:31 pm
“Take that you ******** brain eater!” Riley slammed her fingers down more forcefully on the controller’s buttons as if it would make her character strike more forcefully within the game displayed across the small TV.
“There’s one behind you,” Runeh directed towards Mikael.
“s**t!” Mikael threw down the controller and then tossed a nearby pillow at his brother’s head, “Why didn’t you get the ******** thing instead of telling me?” Mikael was not a very good loser. Runeh only smiled at him.
“Let’s do a different level,” Riley scoffed, leaning back from where she sat on the floor cross legged, “We’ve been playing this one all daaaaay!”
“It’s only been an hour,” Runeh corrected leisurely.
“Same difference.”
Runeh stood up, uncoiling and stretching much like a cat. He then threw himself lightly over the couch and headed towards the door.
“Whaa? You bailing?” Mikael called.
“I just need to go get something,” Came his twin’s reply, “I’ll be back soon.”
Riley sighed and flopped onto her back, hair and feathered ears sprawled against the floor. “He better get back quick.”
The two of them waited in silence for a moment. It was a rare thing for them, as both Riley and Mikael were always buzzing with energy and, to a degree, aggression. Perhaps the slaying of zombies had given them temporary relief. Whatever the reason, they were soon interrupted.
Kai stumbled out from his bedroom and stared at them blearily. Yes, they were in Kai and Liam’s apartment, not either of theirs. There was, in fact, a reason; Victor had given them strict instructions to “take care” of Kai while he was gone. Surprisingly, Kai was sick. Nothing dire, but enough to keep him pretty much in bed for the last day and a half. How they were supposed to “take care of him” they weren’t sure, apart from going and buying soup the previous day.
“Guys do you think I could have some…ahh…” Kai stopped, as if he had suddenly forgotten what he was saying. His puffy red eyes closed a little and his lips puckered like a fish. “…soup?” He finished, swaying.
Mikael and Riley exchanged glances. Runeh had screwed them over. Seeing as they couldn’t restart the game without him, they had no excuse for being “busy”. And, seeing as he wasn’t here, they were going to have to make the soup themselves, which…neither of them really had any experience doing. And so laziness came back to bite them.
“Fiiiinneeeeeeeee,” Riley agreed, rolling over and kicking Mikael as she got up. She steered Kai back to his bedroom and then met Mikael in the small kitchen. He had already begun struggling with the can opener.
“No! Put it on the other way!” Riley insisted. That, of course, didn’t work ******** can,” Mikael spat. He stabbed the top with a knife instead, making a large, jagged hole. “There,” he said, lifting it to her and ignoring her disgusted face. She rolled her eyes and took the can from him. Going to the sink she filled a pot with water and then dumped the contents of the cream of broccoli soup pot with it.
“Now just on the stove, right?” She asked.
“…Did it need water?” Mikael stared at it.
“…all soup has water in it, idiot,” she hissed before sticking it on the small gas burner.
They waited until it almost smelled like it was burning before putting it into a bowl. They then stuck a big spoon into the unappealing meal and carted it off quickly to Kai. He was barely awake.
“Thanks,” he commented when he finally realized what they were giving him. He took a sip from the spoon and seemed fine. Maybe his taste buds were still coated in snot or he was too tired to notice the difference. Either way, he downed their mess of a meal and then drifted back off to sleep.
As they left Riley pointed a finger in Mikael’s face, “If I’m sick, never ever make me anything.”
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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2009 8:58 pm
The twins were hardly what the world would call good chaperones, as could be easily seen with their current location: a bustling bar in downtown, the kind that probably should check ID’s but never does. At least they had the comment sense to tell the bartender to make anything Riley ordered virgin. They had, in fact, been listening to the lecture Kai had given on things that could cause severe damage to their younger sister. Yes, it was possible for them to listen, even to Kai. Luckily Riley could keep herself occupied as Mikael hit on a girl down the bar who’d had too many shots and Runeh made a mission of scaring a group across the room with his intense stare under his scarred face. Her dancing took her actively around the room without much thought, though she did, on occasion, return to the bar for a drink.
“Blue Hawaii, pleeeasseee,” Riley drawled out, leaning her back and elbows against the bar and directing her attention to the dim lights of the dance floor. Her hips still swayed a little with the beat, her head moving a bit too. She loved music; although she wasn’t musically inclined enough to appreciate exactly what went into what she was hearing. But if it got her moving, it was good in her book, and that was all that mattered.
She was grooving to a particularly good guitar solo when the guy at the bar next to her started shouting at his neighbor, “I tell ya man, the government dogs are the worst…I’m talk’n military, police, all them…I swear they cause more trouble than they correct. Nasty bastards, should throw ‘em all out of the country if you ask me…or at least put some serious punishments on ‘em, so they stop running around like they own the place…”
Riley turned her head, looking at the man with a sharp, confused gaze. Words jumped out of her mouth without shame, as quickly as they came to mind, “What the ******** are you talking about? They’re the ones that keep you from gett’n your throat cut while you sleep. Ya stupid or what?”
The man jerked in her direction, his lack of coordination due to drink causing him to lurch a little, “Waddyou say?”
“You deaf as well as stupid?” she asked sourly, hooding her eyes.
“Why ******** government dog supporter, hu? Well we’ll just kick you out with the rest of the a** holes and ******** military pi-“ The man fell backwards, his head slamming into the corner of the bar. Riley jerked back her fist, her entire hand flushed and throbbing from the impact.
“You wanna say that again, hu?” she yelled. She felt her body quiver in anger, so much so that she couldn’t move her eyes from the man clutching his bleeding head. It was only when she was forced to that she looked away, slammed into the floor by the weight of a man to her right. Through the struggle to stay breathing, to keep herself from being crushed, and to slam a good fist or foot into someone when the opportunity arose, all she managed to hear among the shouts was the cry of “BAR FIGHT!”
Walking home was a drag. One of her eyes wasn’t working properly because her eyelids were hot, watery, and swollen from a nice black eye. Her arm hurt because it had been twisted the wrong way and her ankle was probably sprained…so her gate was an unflattering limp.
“Man, didn’t we teach you to fight better than that?” Sighed Mikael, exasperated.
“Vic’s going to kill you, you know,” Runeh needled.
Riley set her jaw forward, despite how much it hurt, “Well, whatever. It was worth it.”
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 9:49 am
“So…you got in a fight.” Victor stood against the wall, his arms crossed, his shoulder bglades pressed to the white wash.
“Yeah, so what?” Riley’s lower lip stuck out in a pout. She couldn’t believe she was going to get a lecture. “If you had heard him, you would’ve too,” she mumbled, hunching forward as Kai examined her arm. The firm jabs of his fingers hurt a little, but not enough to dull out her indignant mood. Within a few moments he moved on to check her ankle, withholding any diagnosis thus far. She was roughed up, sure, a little achy maybe, but she felt she had come out of it all pretty well off. The eye was the worst of it; it made her vision a little lopsided and her expressions must have seemed a little distorted too.
“You can’t just fight someone over something they say. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion,” Victor replied very calmly, keeping a steady gaze in her direction.
Riley tightened her fists, glaring at her eldest brother furiously. “He called you guys out,” she jumped up, teetering a little due to Kai’s grip on her ankle, “he said all you guys do is ******** up our society, when you’re out there every day protecting his sorry a**! He had it coming, being so ******** stupid!” She dropped her fists to her sides and met his gaze stubbornly, one eye drooping down because of her black eye.
Vic sighed and pulled himself away from the wall. He walked to her side and, using one hand placed on her shoulder, pushed her back down onto the bed. He then took a seat beside her opposite of where Kai was still conducting his examination.
“Look, we all appreciate your support and concern, but being in the military-or in many occupations for that matter-consists of people not always agreeing with you. You can’t just beat people up for that.” He continued even as she opened her mouth to interrupt, “How would you like it if someone else did that for everything you had a different view on?”
“…I guess not…” she admitted grudgingly, her mouth twisting into an unappealing frown.
“So…no more fights like that, alright?” Vic prompted, putting a hand on her head and ruffling her hair.
She pursued her lips and said seriously, “I’ll try, but…I can’t promise anything. That guy really was an a**.”
Vic laughed, “Well, no doubt he was. Just…remember, there are too many a** holes out there for you to pound, so it’s not very productive.”
“Right right right,” Riley rolled her eyes. Or eye, rather.
“So, Kai, anything serious?” Vic asked. The casual tone to his voice suggested he didn’t expect anything.
He shook his head, standing and putting the very few tools he had taken out back in their proper places, “She pulled a muscle in her ankle, but that will heal up probably within a week, arms fine, just bruised, all the cuts were very shallow, and no signs of concussion or anything. You got a pretty clean bill, considering.”
Riley grinned, “Next time I’ll come out of it even better off!”
Both brothers exchanged glances. Oh well…Riley would be Riley, after all. That was just something you couldn’t change.
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