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 Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 7:41 pm
 The O'Ballivan ClanAmanda • Tate • BrodyAlthough it's not a massive home, there is plenty of room. The home sits on a substantial bit of land for a small town.
Around two acres worth of land. Most of the land is fenced in and a small barn is placed in back.
The only other building on the property is a small guest house. L E F T S I D E xoxoTate & Amanda's RoomxoxoKitchenxoxoAmanda's OfficexoxoGarageR I G H T S I D ExoxoBrody's RoomxoxoFamily RoomxoxoDining RoomxoxoPlayroomO U T B A C K xoxoPoolxoxoStorage ShedxoxoSmall Guest HousexoxoBarnxoxoxoPenny xoxoxoJake xoxoxoPegasus xoxoxoGypsy S P E C I A L N O T E xoxoThe O'Ballivan's have four dogs, although they are not usually kept in cages they do still exist. The cages are located throughout the house.xoxoxoChloe - Tate & Amanda's RoomxoxoxoSimba - Brody's RoomxoxoxoNala - Brody's RoomxoxoxoKenney - Tate & Amanda's Room
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 6:08 pm
Quentin had been placed in the White Day Auction for a reason he still couldn’t understand. Like most day of the week ending in “day”, Quentin was bored that morning, until his cousin had come bashing in the door telling him so “SUPERMEGAAWSOMEANDCOOLANDSPARKLESANDCUPCAKESANDEVERYTHING” White day would be, which had him (and his brother, John) convince that he could be having some fun at the festival. Of course, he was bored with it again about 3 hours later, but he had still signed up by then. So there h e was now, making his way to the O’Ballivan’s house wearing old jeans and a plain dark shirt, work booth and his usual black winter coat. He didn’t really understand why he needed to wear that… maybe that Amanda would want to make him pain a room? Ahh… it would occupy his time at least, and he did had a change of clothes in a bag, so why not? Arriving in front of the house door, he knocked three times and waited for someone to open it.
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 9:24 am
 Amanda • Hope • O'Ballivan ✿
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 7:53 pm
He followed Amanda inside the house and refused with a shake of his head the refreshment she was offering him. He didn't needed them. Maybe later, but now they would just be wasted on him. "Will it really be? Good, I mean?" It wasn't that he wasn't believing Amanda, but his dad was a professional cook and he was pretty damn good at it himself, so the woman could be under evaluating Quentin's experience with food. Then again, he had tasted Conor's food in the past... nothing could be worst than that. "I'll accept.", he simply said, trying to be nice to the woman. He was supposed to be her date after all. He should be nicer.
He placed his change of clothes on the table that was in front of him. There was no point into bringing them all around with him, especially if all he was going to do was paint and repaired a barn; or clean manure. Both were on the same level of boredom for him, so it didn't make much difference. "I don't mind either. You're the one who paid, so you should make me do what you prefer the less. Wouldn't that be more efficiant?"
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 10:32 pm
Amanda • Hope • O'Ballivan ✿ To her genuine astonishment his somewhat sarcastic manner had thrown her. And as a girl who had shown plenty of fake smiles to her photography customers expecting miracles she could spot one a mile away. Oh well, no one said it was going to be an easy day. For first impressions he hadn't made the best, but she was determined to smile and be nice just like her Grandparents, rest them, had taught her. To his short answer about dogs she had decided that it was fine to put Chloe back down. And since she couldn't find Kenny they would probably find him outside, the pup was an escape artist! The boy was just not racking up points in Amanda's book with his rather short, flippant answers. "I'm not a professional cook, but with my job I've traveled the world. I'm not the best but I make tasty meals. If you don't like what I make you don't have to eat it, I do hope you do enjoy it though." With a renewed determination to make dinner damn good she grabbed her jacket and walked towards the door. With a smile she opened it and found Kenny sitting on the step. Bending down to scratch the pup's head, she was happy that so many animals were around - they made her happier. With a raised eyebrow she gestured for Quentin to go outside so she could lock the door behind them. Slipping on her jacket she looked at the sky wondering if it was going to snow soon. Hoping they got everything done before that happened she led the way towards the barn, trying again to start up some type of small talk with the boy. "Since I would have to do both things if today didn't work out, I'm just happy with the help. And since my shoes have seen mucking out before, I'm better equipped. I'll set you up with the paint no problems." Reaching the barn and hearing some nickers she pulled a few sugar cubes from a bag in her pocket as Pegasus walked as close as she could with the fence separating them. "Quentin are you alright with horses? Pegasus is a sweetie and she'll take a sugar cube from your hand if you want her to." With a smile she had flashed over her shoulder when talking to the boy she turned back and rubbed the big animals muzzle.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2011 5:52 pm
The smile didn’t last long, however, and his serious expression quickly returned to his face. He followed Amanda outside, glancing at the house, or rather, judging it, as he walked through it. It wasn’t bad. Not what he would have done, but still not bad. Much better than anything his own parents would have come up with it his Aunt Alanis hadn’t helped them. ”If you prefer to deal with the manure, I’ll be happy to o that paint job.”, he said to her in a monotone voice when she insisted on cleaning up the stables. Really, he wouldn’t complain if he didn’t have to deal with horse’s poop. Painting was more than welcome in that situation; he just didn’t understand why the woman would prefer to deal with it rather than giving him the job, especially since she was, well, a woman. Women were supposed to be little sensitive things, weren’t they? Well…. Then again, Judith was far from being sensitive. Maybe it was just a fake rumour? Probably not. Judith was just the exeption. ”I’m okay with horses. They’re just horses. My dads don’t like them thought… but I’m okay.” He shrugged. His parent’s hate for those animals had always seemed a bit… exaggerated. ”I don’t need to give it sugar.” What would be the point of that, anyway?
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 8:44 pm
Amanda • Hope • O'Ballivan ✿ Amanda was placated by his acceptance of dinner, although he wasn't terribly cheerful about it. Oh well. To each their own. After letting Pegasus had taken the sugar cube from her hand and snorted cheerfully at her she moved away. Smiling briefly at the day she zoned out slightly. Hearing Quintin accept the painting job she walked into the tack area and opened the cabinet which the paint was stored in. Grabbing a large brush and shutting the door behind her she made her way back towards the boy. "As for giving them sugar cubes, they are sweet animals but rather protective of my family and I against people we don't necessarily know. Giving a sugar cube shows that you are friendly. But since they are out of the way, you don't need to share sugar unless you wish to. And since it seems you don't want to, then it's no big deal." With a smile she handed him the bucket and brush and pointed out the doors that needed repainting then went to fetch a shovel and wheelbarrow and made quick work of shoveling. It was not a nice task, but it was a necessity.
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Once the jobs were done, and they had spent some time chatting about nothing important, and were both rather dirty, Amanda put the tools away. She then led Quintin back towards the house. Not that she didn't want to chat more with the boy, but she wanted to be clean. Leaving her boots near the back door, and gesturing for him to do the same she showed him the way towards the guest bathroom so he could clean up. She had detoured towards the kitchen in order to get his bag and hand it to him so he could change out of his dirty things. "I'm going to check up on my son and wash up as well. When we are both cleaned up I'll set about making dinner. I can wash the dirty things if you want me to in the process." With those few parting statements Amanda wondered towards where she thought Brody was and helped the boy into bed, since he had fallen asleep with the dogs long before. With a smile she quickly took a shower and brought the dirty clothes towards the washroom in her comfortable yoga pants and top. She had thought up a recipe while showering that was a favorite of her family's that was hopefully acceptable for the young man. If not? Well she didn't run a restaurant, it was a home.
[OOC ; I'm skipping the time for the tasks at hand, they can chat while she's cooking dinner ~ ]
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2011 3:51 am
He followed Amanda back to her house and let himself be guided toward the guess bathroom, not that he hadn’t figured out where it was. The design of this house was very easy to make and he already knew where everything was. Shame on the architects who had built it. However, once he was inside the bathroom, he did felt a bit awkward, not knowing if he was supposed to shower, of just change clothes. It wasn’t like if he had stepped in manure like the woman had done, but he wasn’t smelling the freshest either. In the end, he recalled that she had said she would be taking a shower too and he could probably wash himself faster, and cleaner than she would be able to do it and get out before her and let her pondering if he had washed or simply always looked as fresh as that. Once he was done with his shower and dressed, he walked back to the kitchen where he sat and waiting for the woman to be done with her own cleaning up. He had his dirty clothes in a bag, again, not sure if he was supposed to wait for Amanda to wash them or if he should have just started already. Damn woman should be clearer about what she wanted.
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2011 8:35 pm
Amanda • Hope • O'Ballivan ✿ As Amanda made her way downstairs she had grabbed a laundry basket with a variety of things that had been strewn about on her son's floor. Mismatched socks, muddy jeans, shirts that had odd stains on them, oh how she loved doing her son's mysterious laundry - not. She dropped the basket in the laundry room as she passed it and went into the kitchen a tad surprised to see Quintin sitting there, she hadn't taken a terribly long time. "Sorry to have made you wait, hope it wasn't for terribly long hun. Here, I'll do the wash gimmie those dirty things. You'll have the clean things shortly." With a smile she took his dirty things and started a load of laundry and threw the things into the washer. Now she just had to remember to put the things into the dryer. Walking back into the kitchen she washed her hands and walked over to the fridge. "Hun do you have any issue with food that has garlic? Some people just don't like it. Not that I understand that but to each their own I guess." With another bubbly smile she grabbed the chicken from the drawer where she kept raw meat in the fridge and stopped to grab a cutting board and knife in order to slice it up. Humming a song under her breath she tried to figure out something to talk about with the boy. Her son was six and her husband was thirty five, that was a huge age gap. She was at a loss at what to talk about. Oh well, may as well start out with a question and see if the boy would talk any. "Quintin how old are you dear? I just can't seem to put my finger on an age. And with my job, I'm pretty good at figuring out ages." With a small smile she finished cutting the chicken and went over to the sink to wash her hands.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2011 9:57 pm
”I’m good with garlic”, he told her once the subject of food was brought up. Normally, he would have looked closely to what she was doing and probably criticised her knife handling skills, but for everyone’s sake, he decided to stay sit this time. ”I just don’t like sweet things very much… or bland things… but Garlic is perfect.” There. That was small talk. She couldn’t say that he wouldn’t have had tried! Now she knew what he didn’t like to eat, which was probably more than even Conor knew about him. In fact, this conversation was so successful, that she had even asked him another question! Oh yes, he was on a roll! ”I’m sixteen, ma’am. Almost seventeen in a couple of week. ((today actually xD))”, he replied to her. He didn’t quite see why his age was important, but if she was curious, he didn’t have any reason to not tell her.
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2011 11:20 am
Amanda • Hope • O'Ballivan ✿ When he called her Mrs. O'Ballivan, Amanda just had to smile. Even though she and Tate had been married for a while now it still made her cheerful being called O'Ballivan. Even though she felt old when someone called her Mrs. Directing her attention back to the meal she was making she realized that she hadn't offered the young man anything to drink! Oye there went her manners. "Quention you're welcome to just about anything in the fridge to drink. We have a large variety of things from juice boxes to beer." With a laugh she finished cooking off the chicken and put it all in a bowl. Quickly washing her few dirty dishes she left them in the dish side rack so they could dry. Wondering back towards the fridge she grabbed the container of already peeled and minced garlic off the shelf and then opened up the fridge for a bag of mixed vegetables - corn, carrots, and peas. Placing everything on the counter she took another skillet and started to cook the vegetables, she had to uphold her title of Vegetable Nazi didn't she? Moving towards the fridge again she pulled out the things necessary for making a light cream sauce and then added a small amount of garlic to the vegetable pan. During all this moving about in the kitchen she was trying to come up with more conversation topics. "I would have said you were older then sixteen, closer to nineteen. And that's exciting that your birthday's coming up. (( nice timing though aha X3 )) If you want some dessert later I made up some pie a day or so ago, you're welcome to a piece." With a smile thrown over her shoulder she decided that she wanted a glass of red wine and got a glass from the top shelf as well as retrieving the bottle from it's place on the shelf. Once done with that little procedure she tried to think of more conversation. "Well since you're under eighteen then I'm assuming your in school? What's your favorite thing to do outside of school? Since most boys don't exactly enjoy spending long days inside learning about math or history." With a smile she finished up coking the veggies and put a large pot of water to boil - for the pasta. While waiting for it to boil she hopped up to her favorite sitting spot on the counter and took a sip of her wine. Ahhhh it was nice to get off her feet. Remembering that she had forgotten to get the pasta out of the pantry she quickly debated on getting down or asking Quentin to get it - her sore feet won quickly though. "Oh hun, would you mind getting the pasta outta the pantry for me? You can choose what kind, I think penne or rotini would be best but whatever floats your boat will work. Thank you so much."
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 4:51 am
”Well… I am in college…”, he explained to the blonde woman when she brought up his age and the fact that he should still be in school. He had always been more mature (and smart) than most people his age, so it was normal that he looked a bit older than the rest of the boys his age. That and the puberty had hit him and John early. Eet, on the other hand, was still waiting for it. ”Maybe it makes me look older…”, he shrugged. Or maybe Amanda was just stupid, but that would have been a little too mean to say. It was something Ed would have said, not him. He had still been raised to be polite, after all… which was a miracle considering who his parents were.
He got up from his seat and walked toward the pantry in order to fetch some whole weat penne for the woman to cook. She didn’t even do her own pasta? What a lazy cook she was. His father would disapprove greatly of her. ”It’s okay, I don’t like sweets… “, he told her as he handed the box of pasta over, refraining from reminding her that he had told her about his dislike of sweets earlier. Maybe it was just because she was old and started to lose her mind. ”Well…. Uhm… I do enjoy learning about Math and History…. But I guess I do like to cut people open.”, he said concerning his after school activity. He let silence fall for a couple of seconds before realizing what he had just said and how wrong it could be taken. ”I mean.. . I want to be a surgeon.”, because that was the only job he could think of that had actually some thrill to it, without putting him in danger. He cared too much about his life to be in a bomb squad.
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