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Post by Christopher Evans on Dec 15, 2014 23:23:49 GMT
It was early morning as the male made his way down the street. It was a Monday, so despite the hour, the street was busy with people on their way to work. In a sense, he was one of those people. His shift didn’t start for a couple of hours, but he hadn’t been able to sleep any longer, so he’d gotten up and showered and basically started his day. His breath misted on the air slightly as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. The claws of his invisible familiar were digging into both of his shoulders as the cat held on. It couldn’t walk around on the ground with all the people around – they wouldn’t see it and therefore would step on it. He felt its nose press against the back of his ear and shivered a bit even as the cat started purring. Even though he couldn’t see it very often, Christopher was attached to his familiar. He probably needed to name it and stop referring to it as “cat”.
He turned when he reached the shop he had in mind. It was a smaller place that served coffee, tea, and pastries. He often got his breakfast there, though usually breakfast only consisted of copious amounts of coffee for him. He got into line – short in comparison to some places. Soon enough his order was being taken, and before he knew it he had the large Styrofoam cup in his hand and was looking around for a place to sit. It would be by chance, almost, that his eyes would fall on her in the back of the room. He recognized her even if she wasn’t looking at him, he would always recognize his sister, after all.
His feet moved automatically toward her. He and Scarlet weren’t very close anymore, well, they had never been close. He had picked on her as a child, then he got all messed up, and now he wasn’t even sure about their relationship anymore. “You’re up early~” He commented as he sat down in the chair opposite her at the table. She worked at a bridal shop now, he knew. He kept up with his younger siblings more than they probably realized. The cat jumped down into the chair next to him, quiet as a shadow.
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Post by Scarlet Evans on Dec 27, 2014 4:40:38 GMT
Scarlet was always an early bird. Women were always chittering at the earliest crack of dawn about their new lives. She was rather cautious minded of these women- keeping her sardonic comments of their impending divorce away from her lips. Red eyes and a fake smile usually covered up her absolute disdain for the marriage practices. She disliked people in general though- whether or not they were getting married. Scarlet was a person of solitude and quiet words, waiting till she struck with venom and poison and watched their victim die a slow and painful death. Her thoughts were not broken from the chatter of the shop around her as she wrapped her fingers gently around the cup as she sipped her tea. She refused to drink coffee in the morning- she found it too much of a crutch. She didn’t notice any out of place when Christopher walked in. She kept her eyes to herself and her tea- so she almost jumped out of her chair hearing his voice. Red eyes widened and her body froze hearing the monster she was so familiar with. Tanned skin, shark teeth, and tendrils of darkness pouring out of his eyes would be better than this false façade of humanity he painted on. Putting her tea on the table- she carefully crafted her answers in her head. She did not like Chris in any means, but she didn’t see the point of making it a public debacle that the man was guiltier than sin in her eyes. She wished nothing more than watch him writhe in pain but it was not her place to offend her mother- she would just spit on his grave when he finally croaked. “I do have a job.” She murmured with little bite. A small glance to the familiar that had jumped down- but gave no other mention towards it. Her spider was nowhere to be found but she felt no reliance on it. Scarlet kept herself composed, knowing the rude barbarian had nothing else to do but rudely invite himself near her like she cared about his wellbeing. The raven scoffed at the idea mentally. She would enjoy seeing him get run over. “What are you doing here?” Doing some ridiculous drug deal? Disappointing father while he screamed and rolled over in his grave? Scarlet frowned on such an idea- but she knew if anything ‘Dmitri’ would be capable of such a horrendous act. Uncouth fool that just happened to be related to her. She didn’t fear him- not yet, not the monster in the human skin. Skulking around- she knew he couldn’t hit her in a public area such as this or hurt her. She however knew better than freeze up and let him see her fear. There was little pause between her first statement and her next one. “Better yet, what do you want?” Her red eyes stared through him- almost wishing she could set him on fire.
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Post by Christopher Evans on Jan 2, 2015 11:52:05 GMT
A bit of a frown appeared on the man’s features when his sister jumped at his arrival. He hadn’t quite thought it was so shocking, but she probably wasn’t expecting to be approached by anyone either. He ran his tanned fingers through his hair as he watched her. The man had always had a good tan, which was something he got from his father. Most of his siblings seemed to take after their mother with her pale skin. Either way, even his tan was fading as winter set in. He sipped cautiously at his coffee as he waited for Scarlet to answer him. He wasn’t exactly sure what to expect. Their relationship had never been great, and it hadn’t improved since the move to Georgia either. He had picked on her a lot when they were children, he was well aware of that fact, but they weren’t children anymore. He had no right to try and force to her love him, though, he knew that well.
He blinked slightly as her answer was given. It was hard to tell, but it seemed a little sharp for small-talk. One of his eyebrows raised despite himself, though the rest of his face remained blank. It was true that Christopher had a temper, but it would take more than one sharp remark to set him off, especially coming from his sister. He had no desire to fight with her, nor would he ever hurt her. The things around her, maybe, if she made him angry enough, but not her – not anymore. They were weren’t twelve, and while it had never been acceptable, it absolutely was not now. “I am aware.” He answered her at last. “I have a job as well, but it doesn’t start quite this early.” His voice was devoid of any of the warmth or easiness it might have held earlier, but it wasn’t exactly cold either.
He was about to answer her first question when the second one came. His golden eyes held her gaze with ease. He had held harsher gazes before, and he wasn’t about to be walked all over by his little sister. Forget the fact that he was trying to mend his relationships with his siblings, he wasn’t going to do so on his knees. He was an Evans, and he didn’t beg anyone for anything. “I just wanted to say hello, I don’t see you much anymore.” Anymore, ha. He was well aware that he had never seen her a lot. He was always off at one school or the other, or out with his friends and doing everything that entailed. At least half of that wasn’t his fault, though. His parents had sent them all to the best schools, it was part of growing up for a family as wealthy as theirs.
He let the stiff statement hang in the air as he took another sip of his coffee. Well, this was way too awkward so early in the morning. He pressed the heels of his feet against the ground absently, flexing the muscles in his calves as he did so.
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Post by Scarlet Evans on Jan 2, 2015 20:22:17 GMT
Fake eyes, fake smiles, and fake words. Scarlet was not one to slowly fall out of the tree she had built to look over the small little children running around. Not that she could climb a tree in the first place but the euphemism stuck in her head anyways. Christopher had no idea how much his sister hated him. She treated him tensely, tersely, but never outright over the line. Love was far, but mutual agreement not to claw out each other’s eyes would be more acceptable. The raven haired woman reached up briefly to thread some of her hair behind her ear. Purple eyes stared at him briefly when he responded- the venomous hate she was holding only hissed back. Oh really? His job licking up the blood from other fallen corpses like he should have been? Dimitri- even if he claimed he wasn’t anymore would be a perfect artistic piece splattered in some alley and rotting. Keeping the family name even though he wasn’t worthy. Her mother spoke about him so highly that she wished to lash out more and more. A small eyebrow raise at his comment, hearing the façade slip more and more, she almost laughed. What a disgusting piece of crap with legs. Couldn’t handle when a woman spoke to him with true disdain. Was he going to let little Dimitri out to beat the world around her? “Mother said you did.”It’s not like Scarlet ever cared what the hooligan did with his time. ‘He turned around Scarlet’ and ‘He loves you’ were just more of her mother’s hopeless chirping. Like a bird about to be put down for a broken wing she was oblivious to the real dangers of the needle coming at her. Her mother, a tried and true fool. Scarlet could have sighed at the thought- but put it away. Pushing it away, more and more. Lock it down with keys and padlocks. Of course he didn’t see her. No fool would ever want to be in the presence of an incorrigible ape who had no anger control! What laughter could have poured from her lips! Instead only a slim sliver of a dark and cynical smile appeared before hiding once again. “I have been distant from the family lately. The job and all.” She nodded- feeling disjointed on the inside even if it smoothly worked on the outside. “I’m afraid no one sees me much anymore.” She almost tacked the ‘thank the heavens’ on her sentence but held off. If she continued to converse with the beast it would amuse itself and go away. She had heard from her mother that he spent time with Rose which irritated her. Rose was already on a bad start, falling down the same stairs that her brother did. She almost sneered at the thought. She was better than them, she was always better. Father would have loved her more than any of them because she was the dainty little doll they could push around and marry off for breeding stock. “I don’t think I talk to anyone but Mother, and occasionally Sister.” If one would listen to her wording it would be obvious she had little care for these people- using their ‘titles’ and ‘rank’ more so than names to personalize them. However since she had always talked like that- to those who knew her it seemed just a quirk. “Your job seems to take you to them more frequently.” Her eyes cut at him, accusing him of something she had no words for. Was he laying down and laughing at the dead bodies? Was he even doing his job correctly? He was fit for nothing more than a janitor in her mind. Then again she respected janitors more so than him. Pity he didn’t roll over and do something good in her eyes. She wouldn’t have minded an slightly irritating trash heap.
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Post by Christopher Evans on Jan 10, 2015 23:04:20 GMT
He watched her casually over the top of his cup, his golden eyes looking but not necessarily seeing. Perhaps if he had actually been paying attention to her, he would have caught that smile. As it was, though, he didn’t notice. To him, Scarlet had always just been quiet and cold – nothing more. He had no idea what went on in her head, though truthfully she had no idea what went on in his head either. Neither of the siblings had a very good grasp of each other, but only one could be blamed for that, and it was him. He knew it, he really did, but knowing and finding an adequate way to apologize were two very different things. Chris did love Scarlet, he loved all of his younger siblings, but he’d spent so much of his life doing anything he could to feel numb that he didn’t know how to express himself anymore.
“That’s unfortunate. You know they miss you.” They, not him. Christopher found that he rarely missed his family when he spent time apart from them. Even if he was close to Rose and his mother he was fine with just texting them or calling them. He didn’t have to physically see them often, though he usually found himself at the mansion every couple of weeks at least. His mother was rather an expert at guilt tripping him, and he tried not to give her very many reasons to do so. She was always talking about how Rose was the only baby she had left, and while Rose was the baby of the family, his youngest sister was just two years from adulthood herself. The thought was unsettling. “You should try and make more time for them.” He went on to say after a moment, sipping his coffee once again.
He blinked at that look. What in the world did she mean by that? Well, of course he knew that he saw Rose and their mother much more than he saw her, if that’s what she even meant, but he hadn’t figured it upset her at all. Relationships went both ways, after all. She was just as capable of calling him or finding him as he was of her. “My job only takes me to dead bodies.” He stated after a moment. “Well. Not really anymore.” He shrugged and took another drink of his coffee.
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Post by Scarlet Evans on Feb 11, 2015 18:12:55 GMT
Miss her? That was a laughable idea at best. Cute, he really thought that she cared about them too. Her twin sister got a little affection and she tried to pay her mother some attention but the rest of them could die in a fire. She almost cackled softly from the sadistic thought but she only gave a small twitch of her lips. It was not a frown nor a smile, but just one movement. She also did notice how he didn’t say he missed her either- which was pleasant in her eyes. No need to lie. “I’m sure they move along fine.” Scarlet commented without much care. There was little emotion reflected in her voice at the thought either. “I have a job and a life.” She said without much preamble tying a string around his sentence and tightening it before it fell apart. There was no reason to spend her time doing anything of the sort. She hated the idiots and her poor mother could honestly get kicked in the face by a horse. The woman spent her time obsessing over Christopher and the youngest- Rose. Where was mother dearest when she needed her? If only she was in the arms of another man, she could denounce the woman and it would still be acceptable socially. “I’ll get to them when I can. They should find better hobbies.” She didn’t take her eyes off of him as she moved the cup to her lips and sipped it regally. Twine the string, tie it tighter, tighter, and more and more, until they were shredded into tiny little pieces. Once no one cared to keep in contact she was able to be free. Scarlet had everything she needed. Hell she hoarded enough ‘family’ money to have a good retirement plan. There was a small eyebrow raise at his next sentence. “I’ll guess it has something to do with the toybox.” Purple eyes slid over to the guests around her, before back to the monster in human skin. The problem, she cared more about that than the family that was related to her. “It doesn’t seem to stop worthless people from shoving themselves into dresses.” She added carelessly. Scarlet honestly didn’t care and hoped they suffocated in them. At least funerals would be nicer than marriages.
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Post by Christopher Evans on Mar 9, 2015 19:22:00 GMT
Her responses were cold, and given without much care. They almost made him want to flinch, but he resisted the urge. He had always known that Scarlet had a cold nature, but had she always displayed it so brazenly? He wasn’t sure. Of course he wasn’t. The time that he had spent around her as a child had been spent pulling her hair, picking on her, and teasing her. Well, it was really no wonder that she was cold toward him. Whether or not she meant the statements, he couldn’t know. He wanted to think she was just doing it to try and get a rise out of him, but he had no idea. He knew nothing about Scarlet, and he supposed that might never change. Either way, he hoped she cared more about her siblings and mother than she was letting. Not him, she didn’t have to care about him, but as far as he was aware no one else had done anything to her.
“Hobbies or not, they’re your family, they’re gonna miss you regardless.” He stated easily, sipping at his drink slowly. It wasn’t really his place to lecture her, and he wasn’t really trying to, but he couldn’t help it. Rose, at the very least, didn’t deserve to be ignored. But all of his siblings were older now, they did their own things. Maybe Rose was distracted enough with her own life that she really didn’t care. He didn’t know. He didn’t know a lot of things regarding his family, and that was becoming increasingly more obvious to him.
He nodded as she commented on his statement. He was sure the disappearing bodies had everything to do with the toybox, but it was annoying. It made his job boring, repetitive, and frustrating. Not that he wanted people to die, but still. He blinked several times as she stated that people still wanted to get married, and then his lips curled into a bit of a smirk. “Kinda silly of them, I guess, but it keeps you in a job.” He shrugged thereafter. It wasn’t like she needed the job, anyway.
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Post by Scarlet Evans on May 1, 2015 5:08:41 GMT
Scarlet was not a woman to actually care. He seemed to have mistaken her for someone who did. Her family- was so wrapped up in their own selves that it was hard for her to care about anyone but herself. She opened up her arms once, desperately reached her hands out. Mama, mama, she cried over and over again. A broken record. Mama never came. That red haired harpy was too busy with her own life. Inwardly the spider hissed, pacing back and forth in its cage. Waiting to lunge for the first possible opportunity. “I’m sure I’ll see them eventually.” The raven haired woman commented- her red eyes glancing towards the outside before back on her drained cup of tea. She left off the part about ‘hopefully seeing them in the grave’ but Chris would probably lose his human exterior and become the devil they all knew. He would be Dimitri once again and roar about with his drug glazed eyes. Grunting and dragging his knuckles like an uneducated ape. She held back the sneer as she delicately resting her fingers on her saucer with little fidgeting. “Mother enjoys your company more so than the rest of us, I’m sure you returning home would be much more beneficial and distracting to our loved ones.” She gave a smile- one that if one stared at it long enough the cracks would break her porcelain skin. Sharp as knives before it fell with a dull clatter- returning to her indifferent façade. Like she cared what that red-haired harlot wanted. “Well yes, the more they throw themselves into pretty white dresses the more I get paid. The more people go around and flail at each other until they die, I suppose you get paid. The world moves on.” She wanted the job- because throwing her arms from the inky black recesses of the Evans family- she clawed herself up screaming and tearing at whatever hand held her down. Their fingernails digging into her skin could never keep her there. Screw the Evans, long live the Scarlet Queen.
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