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Post by Rose Evans on Nov 16, 2014 22:04:17 GMT
It was rare she was ever anxious. Rose knew this. Very few times in her life had she felt so uneasy; very few times in her life, she had felt so uncertain. Her confidence normally bore through worries and doubts like a wrecking ball, but now she wasn’t so sure. The fingers of one hand rolled through the soft fur of a white rabbit that was surprisingly silent in her lap as Rose clawed her short hair with the other. She was sure he, the little white rabbit, was aware of her tension, but if he was, he saw no need to acknowledge it, it seemed.
Weren’t familiars supposed to be guides or something? the redhead young woman briefly recanted the last words of that god, but emotion kept the full explanation from her, that was if she had even received one. I should just tell her… Rose frowned softly as she repositioned her hand under the rabbit’s neck and gave a small scratch to its chin. The small creature trembled under her hand, and if rabbits could purr, Rose was sure that was what it would be doing right then and there. It mattered little to Rose if her familiar was satisfied or not, however. Heavier thoughts were on her mind.
The image of her mother, the woman who carried many if not all of her features and color palate, flashed briefly before Rose’s eyes, and a soft unequivocal sigh escaped from her as she silently grit her teeth thereafter. There had been a time she had been completely open with her mother, telling every story with every detail. However, those times had long since passed, and the young woman didn’t know how to recapture them even if she was sure she wanted to. There was independence to be had at the age of sixteen. She was even learning to drive for herself! (As if she hadn’t sort of figured it all out already, cough). However, the more she strayed, the more confident she felt, the more estranged Rose felt. The more free she felt, the more obscure. The fact that she had been appointed the criminal faction wherein she was rather sure the rest of her family had not (or at least she thought so…right?) only signified this more.
What should I do? she considered briefly breaking off from her group of friends, saying it was great fun but now she had to go. However, Rose knew she couldn’t do that. No, she didn’t want to. Then what could she say? Then what could she do? Hiding it was starting to become more and more difficult, and she supposed she could hold off for a bit longer- but how much so?
The sound of the front door opening snapped Rose from these thoughts, and her head jutted up quickly. “I’ll get it!” was the short call before Rose set the rabbit to her side, sprung up, and went jogging from her room down the stairs and towards the front door. Surely servants would beat her to the punch, but she still wanted to see just whom it was walking in so far into the afternoon.
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Post by Christopher Evans on Nov 18, 2014 23:48:09 GMT
The sound of an engine, and the blaring of music, would both stop rather abruptly as he turned the key in the ignition and allowed the car to rest. The drive from Sumner to Georgetown didn’t really take all that long, but it took even longer now that he was careful to abide by the traffic laws. He didn’t want to lose the favor of his god, or whatever it was, over something as silly as speeding. He sighed softly and ran his fingers through the black locks that made up his hair. Most of his features he had gotten from his father. He looked eerily like the man. Christopher Senior made over with Juliette’s eyes. The likeness had always made it hard to look in the mirror, and that didn’t fail now that his father was gone.
He pushed the door to his vehicle open, his long legs sliding out as he stood. His arms would be stretched over his head thereafter, his back cracking satisfyingly before he ambled toward the door. Unless he was working, Christopher had a certain laziness in his gait that made it very obvious that he wasn’t about to hurry for your sake. Despite everything, he still held a bit of that haughtiness that he had his entire life. It was hard to get rid of something that had been reinforced by your mother since you were very young, after all.
He made his way up the steps, stepping through the door without knocking. This place still felt like his home, even more so than the apartment he now resided in. But being twenty-five years old made him wary to continue living with his mother and some of his siblings. Having a place of his own made it much easier to… have people over. As the servants approached him, he shrugged off the thin jacket he’d been wearing and handed it to one of them. Normally one would never find Christopher in short-sleeves, but since his family already knew, he had nothing to hide around them.
His eyes fell on the stairs as his younger sister began making her way down. In the same way that he was their father made over, she was their mother. “What’s up, kiddo?” He asked, a warm smile expressing itself on his features as he reached over to her and mussed up her hair a bit. She looked so different with it short, he was still getting used to it.
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Post by Rose Evans on Nov 24, 2014 22:28:36 GMT
Since the manor had become her home, never once had Rose missed a step on the stairs as she descended them. However, as she caught sight of whom it was standing there at the entrance, she brightened just a bit and skipped the last few steps easily landing upon her feet only to finish closing the distance but a second thereafter. Coming to a stop just a little before her eldest brother, the youngest of the family glanced upwards offering an easy sort of smile. The ruffling of her hair only brought this expression higher still until her features changed as she was about to speak.
“Chris! Where have you been!” Rose demanded already knowing the answer to her question. “Don’t tell me you forgot about me!” she continued, her voice forceful but playful. Unlike her other siblings, Rose had no memories of being teased by Christopher and thus held no spite or aggression towards her eldest brother. Then again, nine years did put an extensive amount of time between them, and by the time she was born, he was already in school anyways. To some degree, then, it could probably have been expected in a way.
The subtle sound of thumps down the stairs that came thereafter was none other than the rabbit whom apparently didn’t appreciate being left alone once Rose had changed interests. The redhead girl who knew rather readily what it was didn’t even look back right then and there. “What did you bring me?” she continued on instead.
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Post by Christopher Evans on Dec 1, 2014 4:20:23 GMT
He couldn’t help but to chuckle at her exclamation. He guessed the family was still getting used to not having him around all the time – hell he was still getting used to be not being around all the time. He missed them, that much was for certain, but he had needed to get out on his own a bit. He was a grown man, and he wouldn’t be inheriting the house anyway. “I’ve been workin’, kiddo~” He answered easily, and that was the truth of the matter, really. With the bodies disappearing his job had gotten horribly boring, but he still had to check out the scenes and what not. “’f course I haven’t forgotten about you, you’re too loud.” He teased, grinning at her. Rose might have been his favorite sibling, but he knew she simply hadn’t been old enough to comprehend things like his other siblings had – and therefore she didn’t resent him for them.
At her question, he snickered lightly. “What makes ya think I got ya anything?” He inquired, raising his dark eyebrows slightly. He would make her wait a few moments before he dug around in his pant pocket, producing a small key thereafter. Quite assuredly their mother would throttle him when she realized that Rose had a motorcycle sitting in the parking lot back at his apartments, but the kid needed something to get around on, and it seemed right up her alley. Of course, she would have to let him show her how to ride it, and pass the test to get her license before he would give it to her, he wasn’t entirely irresponsible.
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Post by Rose Evans on Dec 8, 2014 22:28:16 GMT
While she was old enough and mature enough to understand why Christopher was out of the family manor, it didn’t mean Rose had to like it. Rose would never admit to being lonely, but being the baby of a family whose children were growing into the years of true independence wasn’t fun. Sure she had friends; Rose would never give them up. However, having had people so long in her life start to depart was eerily reminiscent of the shock she had felt when their father had died. True it was not nearly as upsetting, but Rose still wasn’t for it. Chris’s explanation was accepted without a second thought as Rose melted into an easier smile therein – though rather quickly her cheeks puffed at the assurance she was too loud to be forgotten. “I’m not that loud!” she insisted, ironically raising her voice to assert herself and infringing on hypocrisy with the very action.
The snickered question of her question caused a press of look and a squinted gaze from Rose as she tried to discern if h was laughing solely at her or because he actually had something for her. Truly it didn’t matter too much to Rose if he did or didn’t, considering due to wealth from birth, she lacked the quality of desire. Most if not all things were provided for her should she ask the correct way, and Rose abused the system without even thinking about it now a days. If he got her a pony, great! If not, she could get herself a pony if she wanted. The fact Chris made her wait, however, was what bothered Rose. “C’moooooon Chris!” lips parted to throw out the complaint. Rose was not a patient person. “What is it?” she leaned in with a smile.
As the key was produced, bright golden eyes widened, and wicked grin flashed across Rose’s features. That… was that what she thought it was? A squeak escaped the girl before she had a chance to calm or steady herself, and that hand lashed forwards rather quickly in an attempt to take it. “A car? Or a bike?” she mouthed out the words, their sounds barely audible but her features excited.
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Post by Christopher Evans on Dec 10, 2014 7:05:44 GMT
In a way, the eldest sibling would never be able to understand the feelings of his youngest sister. He was choosing to leave, whereas she had no choice other than to watch him and the others go. He had left first, so he would never be in the position of staying in the house while the number of siblings dwindled. While the children had been shipped off to boarding schools and the like, the house had always been active and loud over the holidays – or at least from what he could remember it had been. He’d always managed to be around during the holidays, even at his lowest point, though in retrospect perhaps that hadn’t been the best idea. Ah, well, too late to worry about it now and apologies had already been made. Besides, Rose was being cute and basically assuring that he wouldn’t be looking at her as anything other than his baby sister for a while yet. “Oh not at all, your voice is only echoing off the walls.” He teased once again, snickering a bit.
The snicker evolved into a chuckle as she demanded to know what he had gotten for her. Chris was well aware of the fact that Rose could get herself anything he could get her – but it went without saying that the opposite was true, and that the fact held true for all of his siblings and their mother. But around Christmas and birthdays everyone sort of tapered off on buying themselves things to give their family members a chance to get it for them. Finally the key would be produced, and the light in her eyes was enough to easily make his week.
However, as she lashed out for it, he jerked it upward, holding it above her head easily. She could probably reach it if she jumped for it, though. The game wouldn’t be any fun if she didn’t have any chance at all. “It’s a bike~” He said in answer to her question. “But you gotta keep it a secret from Mom till you get your license, okay?” He raised his eyebrows a bit. He figured their mother would take the news better if she knew that Rose could safely operate the thing.
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Post by Rose Evans on Dec 10, 2014 21:40:28 GMT
There was a spot of color that crossed Rose’s cheeks when she caught the rebound of her own voice off the walls and Chris commented on it. However, a puff of cheeks would be what Chris received for his unwanted commentary, and even that was dispelled easily enough once the key was produced- that was until the key was jerked back and held above her. Staring up at the height of it now, Rose grazed her fingers briefly through short red locks for a moment before bending her knees and springing up to quickly reach for it once again.
What few might notice would be the fluidity with which she jumped. To those who knew, it was almost professionally done even to ensure maximum height. Rose had been watching work out videos again- copying the various techniques, but she didn’t even have to think about them now that her power had been used to ascertain the correct way to do the movement. In a strange reflection of his owner, the rabbit too hopped up though not nearly as high.
Whether she managed to clasp it or not, Rose paused upon hearing Chris’s commentary on the matter. Keep it a secret from Mom? She’d been doing a lot of that lately, so what was one more secret? A small devious sort of smile crossed her lips before a head nod was quickly given and her hand reached up to press against her lips in a ‘secret’ manner for a moment. “Of course,” she practically whispered now. “But you have to teach me,” she insisted shortly thereafter. “I don’t want anyone else.”
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Post by Christopher Evans on Dec 16, 2014 0:09:31 GMT
The spot of color on her cheeks wouldn’t be missed by the elder brother, though he didn’t comment on it. Rather he just chuckled again and shook his head. He found his youngest sister to be entirely too cute, really. It was like she was still a little girl to him, even though she definitely wasn’t. He had bought her a vehicle, after all. You didn’t buy little girls motorcycles, right? At the same time, the fact that she was growing up didn’t seem to connect in his mind. He watched as she bent her legs and jumped, the jump was graceful and fluid. He was quite a bit taller than her, but she had no trouble reaching his hand. He could have closed his fingers around the key, but he decided against it. It was her key, after all. So he allowed it to be taken from his grasp.
He was only slightly disconcerted about the ease with which she agreed to keep the secret from their mother. She was so much younger than him they had never really kept secrets from their parents together before, so he wasn’t sure if she was just used to it with one of their siblings who was closer to her age, or if it was something else. The worry dissipated easily, however, when she insisted that he teach her. A bit of warmth rushed through him as he placed his hand on her head to ruffle her hair again. “’f course~” he agreed, “I can’t trust anyone else with your safety, after all.” His tone was light, he even stuck his tongue out at her, but the words couldn’t have been more serious or true.
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Post by Rose Evans on Dec 17, 2014 3:33:05 GMT
Key in hand, Rose clasped it tightly, the nocks and niches in it pressing into her skin as she did so. There was a very brief minor pride that welled inside Rose for having managed to grab it and keep it, but it was easily replaced with a more colorful joy over what it meant. She had a bike, she had a vehicle with which to travel the city! No more walking or having others drive her— no more.. ahm, well maybe there would still be some other things she would do concerning other motor vehicles, but Chris didn’t need to know about those. No one needed to know about those as far as she was concerned. Rose pushed those thoughts away quickly allowing her attention to be grasped by Christopher thereafter.
It would not occur to Rose how she had unsettled her older brother for a moment or two. Her mind was racing far too fast to reflect on her own words. When he agreed to teach her, a small squeak rushed past the girl’s lips before she consolidated it to a warm smile. “Right!” she replied with a nod before taking a step back and pocketing the key in the second pocket of her jeans and flipping the button top down to ensure it would not fall out. Glancing up to Chris again, Rose stretched upwards briefly before grinning. “So did ya come to play?” she asked changing the subjects with ease thereafter. Play what didn’t really matter to Rose. Having Chris around always felt fun regardless of what they did. Sure she honestly wanted to just ride with him over to wherever the bike was and start practicing now, but he was there now and that would be suspicious.
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Post by Christopher Evans on Dec 24, 2014 7:07:50 GMT
He simply smiled down at his younger sister, the joy and excitement on her face warming him easily. He was glad they still got along. He often felt distant from his other siblings, and while he openly recognized the fact that it was his fault, it still hurt. There was nothing he could do to change the past or make them trust him again, though. No, the only thing he could do was ensure that he didn’t betray Rose’s trust. He told himself he never would, but life had a way of making things hard, and he didn’t really know how to cope when that happened. Not that he really realized that. He had been taught other coping mechanisms in therapy, after all. The practical application of them would be much harder, he would come to find out.
“Yeah, sure~” He told her with a warm smile. “Let’s play Tekken or something.” He went on to suggest. Really he didn’t mind what they played, but that was the first thing that came to mind. He started to walk toward the game room where all of their consoles and TVs were kept. Once there he would set the PS3 set up and flop back on the couch. When she had joined him, he turned to her. “I’ll come by to get you in a few days – tell Mom we’re going Christmas shopping.” He grinned at her and winked. He was looking forward to teaching her to ride almost as much as she was looking forward to it.
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Post by Rose Evans on Jan 20, 2015 3:30:46 GMT
A warm smile flashed across Rose’s features as Chris agreed to play and suggested a game. That’d be great! I haven’t played Tekken in ages!” she admitted with a small giggle. More recently Rose had been playing… certain story book games rather than fighting ones, but she was still sure she could kick ass with her favorite character. Maybe I can even copy a move or two… The thought caused Rose to pause surprised she hadn’t considered doing so before. As she’d learned to control and use her power, the girl had never once tried it on animated figures. Maybe she could learn some really cool fighting techniques from it if it worked and then show Izzy later!
Quickly Rose bent down to scoop up the rabbit in both arms before she started towards the game room. She wouldn’t forget him a second time, it seemed. The disoriented white bunny squirmed briefly against her before settling again upon finding her vice grip was not to be escaped. Upon entering the game room, Rose watched Chris set up the game briefly before setting herself down on the couch and putting the rabbit between herself and the arm rest. She’d been about to ask which player he wanted to be when the words of her beloved surprise cryptically hit the air once more. Rose beamed leaning right up close to Chris as if to ensure he saw it. “I’m holding you to it,” she giggled before leaning back again and taking up a controller.
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Post by Christopher Evans on Jan 27, 2015 0:37:33 GMT
His younger sister certainly wasn’t the only one who hadn’t played Tekken in ages. Chris didn’t even have any gaming systems in his apartment. He could get them if he wanted them, surely, but he didn’t. He didn’t really have time for it anymore, not that he’d ever done it a lot anyway. He had always preferred playing things like basketball or football growing up, and typically he had only used the gaming systems after dark. They were still fun, obviously, though. One of his hands rested on his controller even as Rose leaned in closer to him. Her smirk was mirrored on his own much darker features, her golden eyes held by similar ones. He reached forward to flick her on the forehead with a soft snicker. “I won’t let ya down.” He stated before he turned and got the game started.
He leaned back on the couch, holding the controller lazily in his grip. His eyes slid over the character options. Surely he’d had a favorite back in the day, but he couldn’t remember them now. There were a lot of little things from his childhood, and especially from his teenage years, that he could no longer remember. He had learned not to stress over it too much. The damage was done, and there was no repairing it. Therefore he simply picked a random character, and once Rose picked her character the match would begin. The elder brother had never allowed his younger siblings to win in the past, but winning didn’t matter much to him anymore. He just wanted to have fun, and he wanted her to have fun too – so basically he didn’t try overly hard.
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Post by Rose Evans on Mar 8, 2015 18:47:59 GMT
The flick to her forehead had Rose leaning back relatively quickly, but after a quick frown and a rub of her forehead, she smiled again. It was hard not to smile when there was a motorcycle waiting for her at Chris’s place. It was just too exciting! She couldn’t wait to learn to ride and the freedom it would bestow upon her to have a ride of her own. Sure she could use any one of the family’s many cars, but this one was hers and it wasn’t a car at all.“Good,” she grinned warmly back before readjusting herself as the game started.
Though Chris had chosen a random character, Rose was quick with her choice of a particular female: Nina. While she may not have remembered all the commands for the various moves, the young woman could readily remember the more stylized ones and how to combine them. As the game started, to say the least, Rose was rather ruthless. She liked winning especially in these sorts of things,, and every time she ushered out a few devastating blows in succession, a small series of giggles would escape from the redhead.
As the game continued, Rose hesitated a few times in attempting to copy the movement. She wanted to try it- but also wanted to win. Commanding a move set several times, Rose finally allowed herself to try it. Closing her eyes briefly and leaving the controller to one hand, she quickly pressed the insignia and opened her eyes again trying to catch the movements of the woman fighter on the screen. Come on work… she mentally willed. A sharp inhale escaped into the air, and a chill went through Rose before she’d glance down closing her eyes tight after. All too quickly she felt tense, too tense. Before she’d realized it, nails had sunk into her own palms.
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Post by Christopher Evans on Apr 1, 2015 5:01:08 GMT
To say that Rose was kicking his ass wouldn’t be too far from the truth. While the man’s fingers moved mechanically over the buttons, while he remembered what did what without having to think much, she remembered specific move sets. He had to discover the moves for his character and which ones worked the best, but even if he’d been the best Tekken player in the world he would have let her win. Hearing her giggles as she knocked his character to the ground again and again was more than enough for him, he didn’t need to win. Most of his highly competitive nature had been left behind with maturity and therapy, but Rose was still young, and she had every right to want to win.
It would be after a lazily executed move set was completed with too much ease on her character that Chris noticed something was off with his younger sister. Golden eyes had flashed to consider her briefly, a little smirk on his lips, but whatever he had been planning to say died before it ever hit the air. His easygoing expression quickly changed to one of worry, his brows furrowing and a frown pulling on lips that had held a smile only seconds before. “Rose?” He questioned, his eyes darting to her hand that was currently clenched. He paused the game almost absently and set his controller off to the side. “What’s wrong? Are you alright?” He scooted closer to her on the couch, his eyes traveling over her more carefully. She seemed very… taut. But why?
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