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 Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2015 9:28 pm
Back dated to Oct 20thish
Anna forced open the door to their apartment, the damn thing sticking again, and slammed it shut behind her with a kick. Probably why the door stuck, but that was no fault of hers, the thing came like that. The small apartment was big enough for her and her brother, their furniture and pretty much nothing else. She shrugged out of her jacket and flopped onto the couch, flicking through the mail.
"Ugh, Pops it would be nice if ya'd, I dunno, stop havin' yer mail sent here..." she muttered, dropping four letters to their father on the table. Two of them read "FINAL NOTICE" in giant bold red letters. She so did not want to have to deal with that, not with rent coming up. How loverly.
The tall woman rolled onto her back. "Oi Zev! Ya heard from Pops lately? We got two overdue bills again," she called towards the bedrooms. He'd be pleased to here that, she was sure. At least she'd picked up some shifts at the shelter though. That would help things, some.
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2015 9:54 pm
He did hear her. It was evident by the sudden string of cusses and half-yelled groans that rumbled out of Zev's bedroom. Plastic clatterings, the clack of something harder hitting the floor, and sloshing water were all joined by more complaints, and the young man emerged from the room. Splatters of paint and paint water across his face, chest, and jeans were evident to the commotion from the room, ignoring Anna for a moment while he moved to the kitchen to gather up paper towels to clean up the mess.
"Only time we'll hear from 'im is when he's got 'is a** in some collector's jaws," he spat as he walked back towards his room with the bundle of towels in hand. "I ain't takin' that s**t to 'im. He'll just b***h he needs more dough and I ain't got the time or the cash to support 'is sorry a**." The gruff words were shouted from back inside his room while he sopped up the fallen mug of water he'd been using to rinse his brushes while he'd worked on a piece. Practice for a bigger mural he was debating doing by his work. Assuming he could not ruin it by soaking it.
He emerged moments later to toss away the towels and stand by the couch, skin now paint-less though he'd given up long ago on his mangled jeans. Arms crossed over his chest, he nodded his chin towards the table. Zev's silver eyes mostly remained trained on his twin, not wanting to get his blood boiling by the sight of his father's name above their address. Jackass never paid for their rent. That's what their jobs and their money was for. ******** shithead... "Which bills are they this time?"
No, he wasn't asking because he cared about their father's wellbeing. He was trying to calculate how much in the red the old man was, and how much money he'd have to squirrel away to make sure Pops didn't try to swindle them for help.
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2015 6:03 pm
Anna grabbed the mail and flicked through it. "Looks like... a credit card bill, and.... the car payment for that thing he drives," she said, leaning back and handing Zev the mail. She shrugged, running her fingers through her short hair and scratching an itch. At this point, she didn't even bother opening them and just let them pile up. Not much point in paying them; generally couldn't afford the damn things anyway.
It did steam her to no end that their deadbeat of a father drove a damn Mercedes, when they couldn't even fix the shitty a** rust bucket sitting in the parking garage downstairs. Anna might like trying to rebuild the damn thing, but it needed a whole new engine and suspension at this point. Wasn't worth fixing anymore.
"I'd just drop 'em with the others in the bin by the door. Ain't like we're payin' the things. Oh, be tee dubs, the landlady's givin' us an extra week on the rent if we need it. Might need it, after payin' the utilities; I got shafted at work this week on hours, again," said Anna with a snarl of annoyance. A disgusted sort of noise escaped her throat and she sank into the couch. It wasn't her fault this time, but the shelter was running low on funds and they were cutting hours to make their bills for the month.
Not much to do about that, unfortunately. She probably should start looking for a second job though if the shelter kept cutting hours...
Disgusted noise.
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2015 9:27 pm
He took the letters, if only to not be a jackass to his twin. If he had his way, they'd be burning the s**t. As it was, he took notice of what companies would be looking for them, if only by expecting to reach the dumbass old man.
Grumbling, he did as Anna suggested, tossing the damned things into the bin and washing his hands of the matter for the moment. One of these days, he was going to shove the lot down the old man's throat... His grumblings were cut short by Anna's news and his head lifted a bit, cocking slightly. They hire someone new? Volunteers? He never got why they'd do that to Anna--she always seemed to get along the best with the dogs, so the ********? Still, he sighed and rubbed at his cropped hair. "I can ask her t' let me take on s'more hours at the store, should run us even."
At least for the time being. He hated the idea of taking on a second job but now and then, the crunch made him consider it. Not that he really knew where to look for such secondary employment but... he'd rather not hit the desperate times and have to then start looking for desperate measures. Probably better to hit the desperate measures on some level first and hope to avoid the rest of the s**t. "How're we lookin' on the other bills?" Sighing, he flopped down onto the floor beside the couch, leaning up against it and tossing his head back to somewhat stare up at Anna.
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