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 Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2012 12:23 am
Unsurprisingly, all was not quiet in the Haynes residence on what had been not two hours before, a seemingly normal Friday afternoon. But that had been before the Haynes family patriarch, Sam, had come home from work with a fistful of tickets to the local ballet. How he'd gotten them he didn't say, vaguely mentioning that one of the other partners couldn't go as planned and had had extra. Annabelle had been iffy of the explanation at first, but she wasn't one to push things - especially free ballet tickets.
As luck would have it, their oldest was at a school function and wouldn't be home till late, their youngest was having his first sleepover at a friends house and they were thrilled that he was expanding his horizons. The only hiccup was the middle child - Mercy. A quick call to the usual sitter resulted in a bit of a hiccup. She had the flu and couldn't work for a bit.
Sam and Annabelle were about to give up hope of going when Sam picked up the phone and called the only person he knew who might be able to help. His sister Vivian. He was sure she'd jump at the chance to introduce her husband to a bit more culture - if not enjoy a free trip to the ballet herself, and her son was more than capable of watching Mercy while they were all out. He even offered to pay him the going rate they paid the sitter.
With that underway, the Haynes parents broke the news to Mercy. Who's face lit up with glee as she started to tidy up her room a bit.
Devlin was coming over, one of her favorite people in the world. She hadn't seen him lately - things had been busy in the Haynes household - but she was stoked to see her cousin after such a long time.
She'd have to simply throw a tea-party in his honor upon his arrival... To do anything else would be so, so. gauche.
"Uncle Devvy's comin' ova'," Mercy giggled out in sing-song as she prepared her room for the impending festivities.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2013 5:46 pm
There was only one thing in the world that would drag the nineteen year old from his video games or computer in order to deal with an eleven year old girl for the evening.
Money.
When his mother first barged into his room to find Devlin lounging in front of his TV and console, the original plan of her dragging his father to the ballet--that had been worth a good few laughs in and of its own right. How his mother was bribing his dad into this, he didn't want to fathom--had been met with nothing but bored glares. Have fun. Text him when they were coming home. He'll make his own dinner.
Being asked to babysit his cousin? Had been met with nothing but disbelieving stares and inquiries to her mental health. There was nothing that would get him to leave his planned evening of personal enjoyment and entertainment to go take care of a kid. Even if he otherwise didn't mind his younger cousins, he didn't like trading violence and explosions for princess stories and tea parties.
"Sam said he'd pay you."
"....how much?"
It was almost comical how tangible his mother's disappointment was.
"Fifteen an hour."
"....so when are we heading over?"
Why he didn't get smacked upside the head, he still wasn't sure.
But after rolling into a simple outfit of worn jeans, once-black-now-dark-grey Darth Vader tee-shirt, and haphazardly looping his boot laces around his ankles a few times, he deemed himself presentable for his extended family. He even arrived with headphones only resting on his shoulders instead of strapped over his ears, though his dark hoodie didn't do much to help his appearance. "Hey Uncle Sam, Aunt Anna." His smile was warm enough, lifting a hand in greeting to his mother's brother and sister-in-law. His father was already inquiring where Sam had gotten the tickets, and Vivian was still fussing with her hair. It wasn't often she had an excuse to get dressed up.
"Where's the squirt?" He was already braced for impact, though the question was which direction would the assault come from...
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2013 7:13 pm
Mercy heard Devlin's voice as it filtered through from the living room. Sticking her head out of her room, she smoothed the front of her dress, a simple blue ankle length thing she'd gotten for school, and slowly started to sneak her way down the hall. "Mercy was in her room last I checked," Sam said with a chuckle as he nodded at his nephew, looking his attire over for a moment, but restraining from comment. "I'm sure she'll be out in a minute though once she realizes you're here." As if on cue, the girl stepped out from the hallway and made her way over to the assembled members of her family. With a curtsey she turned to each one in turn. "Aunt Vivian, Uncle Jordan, Cousin Devlin," she said, trying to affect poise and grace into her voice. "How nice of you to come. I do hope Mother and Father show you a good time at the ballet tonight, Aunt Vivian, Uncle Jordan." She curtseyed again and then placed her hands in front of her grinning at Devlin. "Cousin Devlin, I've arranged an event in honor of your visit and being my escort for the evening." Moving over to her older cousin, Mercy reached up and grabbed his sleeve, attempting to pull his arm down so she could walk him to her room. "I think Cousin Devlin and I will be fine, you all have fun!" She said as she tried to "drag" her cousin toward the hall.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2013 8:49 pm
The next time anyone asked, Devlin will be putting money down on Mercy becoming a Shakespearean actress someday. It just... fit. Of course, when she comes out speaking like a stuffy, tea toting, high-class woman... he cast a few looks in his uncle and aunt's direction, wondering which one was responsible for teaching their daughter language that would likely have her bullied throughout grade school if she kept it up.
His mother clearly loved it, one hand clasped to her chest and the other pressed to her lips to try and hide a d'awing smile. "Thank you so much, Miss Mercy. I'm sure we'll have a wonderful time. I just hope your escort treats you to a nice evening as well," she added a little scathingly as she shot her son a look.
Devlin only sent a glare back, already relinquishing himself to his demise via overly pink parties. Even if he had a mental chant of, Think of the money, think of the money, think of the money, going on. He allowed himself to be "dragged" from the presence of their parents. It was better to not fight, at least in the beginning. If she tried to get him to dress up though...
"Can't wait, Mers."
Quote: EDIT: 04.05.2019 -- given the passage of time, I've edited in a small wrap up to this Rp below here to be able to mark this as finished. Though another post was made after this one, I've chosen to not post again due to not feeling remotely comfortable pulling this Rp up to the front of the guild again.
It wasn't pulling teeth, being there for the evening. Yeah, he wasn't overly fond of the little parties and the like, but he did like his niece. Genuine smiles were given at times, and after a point, he played along with less reluctance or fuss. Because seeing her smile was damn worth it, even a jerk like him could acknowledge that much. So they played, watched TV, and he got dinner up and going along with a movie for them to chow down to. No, it wasn't a fuss and huff for him to spend the evening there, laughing and actually spending time with a family member. Shocker of shockers, though he was thrilled to be paid...
Just being with family sometimes is pretty nice, too.
But the money made it especially great.
[FIN]
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2013 9:40 pm
With a giggle that would not be amiss at certain boy-band concerts, Mercy practically skipped down the hall hanging onto her cousin's arm. "Oh we're gonna have so much fun Devvy!" She smiled up at her cousin with infectious glee.
"First we'll have tea and biscuits - and then we talk about books we've read and then maybe we can watch some T.V." She was practically bouncing with every step as she reached her door pushing it open to allow the older boy entry.
The room was in one word... Unicorns.
Unicorns jumping over rainbows, ceramic unicorns lined the every horizontal display surface in her room. An entire corner of the room was piled high with plush unicorns of varying sizes - a few of the more treasured plush-toys were enshrined on her bed, worn - but well loved.
Moving over to the smallish table set up a few feet from her bed, chairs were laid out and already two large plush animals sat in their places. One was a very old worn-out teddy bear missing an eye and wearing a general's field cap. The other was a no less worn, but much better maintained Rabbit plush in a sundress.
"Sir Fuzzington, Lady Floppymuffin," Mercy curtseyed to the two stuffed toys in turn. "This is Lord Devlin of Awesometon," She motioned to Devlin and sat down in her spot, motioning toward the larger chair set for her cousin.
"Tea?"
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