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Post by Brindleface on Jan 5, 2017 10:44:48 GMT -5
( Meep: your characters are accepted! some BODY else: once I add the new characters and do the final room assignments, I'll reply in the roleplay! ^^)
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Post by Brindleface on Jan 5, 2017 11:20:48 GMT -5
Coming in from her second trip of boxes, Willow added the new box to the stack, before flopping down onto one the couches and dropping her arm over the side. "I'm so tired!" She mumbled, before noticing Jace sitting on the other couch. Oh, gosh, I forgot my amount of older brothers just doubled. Sitting up, she quickly brushed some of her hair out of her face and looked him up and down. "You're Jace...right?" She asked hesitantly, hoping that she hadn't gotten it wrong.
Estelle nodded happily. "I love my siblings, I want more." She said simply, smiling at the thought. For Estelle, nothing had badly changed. She hadn't started school yet, so had no reason to be upset about leaving friends; she didn't remember her father, so wasn't upset about her mother remarrying, and loved having a big family, so was especially happy to have more older siblings. "I have eleven siblings now!" She said excitedly, bouncing on her heels at the thought of everything they could play with such a large group.
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Post by Brindleface on Jan 5, 2017 18:20:38 GMT -5
Willow lightly frowned, but didn't blame him for not being too enthusiastic. "Are you the only in your family who doesn't have brown hair?" She asked, smiling. "Oh, there's also your sister with red hair..." She added quietly, realizing her mistake as she remembered Skylar. "Wait, is your hair naturally brown?" Despite trying to be friendly, she had a slight feeling she might just be annoying Jace. Her smile fading, she glanced back towards the front door, starting to hope somebody else would come in and request her attention.
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Post by Brindleface on Jan 5, 2017 19:28:49 GMT -5
"Oh, that makes sense." Willow said, still steadily losing her confidence and gaiety. "I like your hair, though." She added quickly, touching her own hair and twisting it around her fingers. One: neutral? She quickly added into a small file in her head. I sure hope I do better with the other eight... As she thought of getting along with her new siblings, she stared blankly at the floor, lost in her own mind for a moment. Aside from her Wyatt and Milo, she never really talked to any older guys, so hardly had any idea what any of them would want to talk about. It mostly seemed that they didn't like to talk much at all, besides to their friends. "So...what kinda things do you like to do?" She asked, though said it so quietly that it seemed she was talking to herself.
(I was looking at your gallery while I waited for you to reply, and I really love your pictures ^^ Especially to one of the necklace. I've tried taking pics like that, but the lighting always seems wrong X/ )
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2017 23:36:12 GMT -5
Anger glittered in Skylar's eyes. She was infuriated by his amusement. "Don't call me 'Princess," she snarled, heat rising in her cheeks. "And you always have a choice. You could run away and turn yourself into an orphanage. Tell them you've been abandoned. I'm sure your father would be grateful not to have to deal with you." She pushed herself off the counter, wincing as the bones in the end of her amputated leg ground together. It seemed like the surgeons had conveniently forgotten to put padding between the ends of her tibia and fibula. Casually, she glanced at her cut thumb,which had stopped bleeding. "And, you know, so would everyone else in your life." She smirked up at him. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I actually have real work to do instead of just wandering around like a lazy bum." She turned her attention to the box of dishes, almost hoping that he got annoyed with her. Wyatt laughed some more and shook his head. This girl didn't know anything. An orphanage? He was eighteen which meant that legally he was an adult. If he was to run away it would defiantly not be to an orphanage; he would flee the state and return home to his friends and his high school. Sadly, he still had to get through his senior year... at a new school in two days. He could leave and drop out of school, but he didn't partically want to be a loser. In order to go to college, he had to stay until he finished his schooling. So, he did have a choices, just not every good ones.
When she basically called him unwanted, he made a grimance and reeled back, hand to his heart in mock hurt, "Oh that got me. Right here."Wyatt refused to let her comments sting him and he refused to bite back her with very ungentlemen like comments about her and her worth. At least at the moment. He crossed his arms, his lips pulling up in a vicious smirk, "Two can play dirty you know. Are you sure you want to resort to cheap shots... Princess?" His eyes twinkled as if he was just begging for her to continue and let him chop her up into a million pieces. He had been needing a chance to spew venom at someone besides his father.
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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 6, 2017 19:19:02 GMT -5
Skylar tensed as she stood, preparing to deliver a masty retort. Really, she was fed up with this kid. She'd honestly love to punch him in the face, but that would likely cause more problems than it solved. Then Destiny walked in, calling out her name. Seeing the uncertainty in her little sister's gaze, Skylar closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Calm down. You're being irrational, she scolded herself, shaking off her irritation. Her shoulders relaxed, and when she turned to her youngest sister, she was smiling. "Hey, Des, what's up?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2017 21:40:40 GMT -5
Wyatt cringed when he heard the youngest of the Pearson children speak up. The little girl was a wide eyed, annoying child and she was interrupting their very important 'throwing-insult' match. Staring at Destiny, He leaned back on the counter and crossed his arms, "Ice cream?" His eyes slide over to Skylar, "Does your mom know that you are giving her ice cream before she has even had lunch? Kind of bad for a four year old don't you think?" He sneered at her and then pushed himself off the counter to leave the room. The little girl's thought were all over the place and despite the fact that he could just 'turn off' his power, he really just wanted to leave the room and listen to some music.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2017 22:09:07 GMT -5
I am going to wait until Salted Squid replies. ![:)](//storage.proboards.com/6575102/images/lNtnPuxeCzkaKMNYVXVv.gif) )
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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 6, 2017 22:20:39 GMT -5
Skylar wrapped a protective arm around her little sister, pulling her in close. Somehow, the fact that Wyatt knew that Destiny hadn't eaten lunch yet made her uneasy. "What would you know about what's healthy for a four year old?" She shot at him. "Besides, I promised my sister I'd get her ice cream, but I never said she'd get it before lunch. How'd you know she hasn't eaten lunch yet, anyway? You just got here like ten minutes ago."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2017 23:47:24 GMT -5
Wyatt knew he had slipped up a little, but he quickly recovered and turned around to address the questions of the two girls. His black hair fell in front of his eyes as he squatted in front of Destiny, eyes sharp and lips quirked to the side, "I'm good at reading people. Really good in fact. It's an uncanny - you wouldn't even know that what means. You're four - ability to be able to tell when someone is lying or hiding something. It was written all over your face, cupcake. You might want to get better at lying." He smiled and stood back up. He glanced in Skylar's direction, acting as if he didn't just tell a four year old to lie better, "Oh and you. You're lying stinks as well. Sit down before you collapse."
In some weird, messed up way, Wyatt was looking out for Skylar. He could tell she was in pain, but he was also still very upset with her. The last comment was a mix of an insult and a heartfelt concern, though it leaned more towards insult.
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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 7, 2017 0:13:33 GMT -5
Skylar stared at Wyatt for a moment, wondering where his abrupt one-eighty had come from. He'd gone from annoying and condescending to concerned and slightly less condescending. For a moment, her lips twitched in the slightest of smiles. It was nice to know that, on some level, he cared. But there was no way that she was going to sit on the couch and just watch the rest of her family do all of the hard work.
"I think I'll be fine, thanks." She smirked slightly. "I helped pack these boxes. I'm going to help unpack them, too."
She didn't mention how much it had hurt to be working to pack those boxes all day, though, or how she'd shrugged it off every time her mom had asked if she was okay or told her to take a break. Honestly, the pain was a welcome distraction from her lingering grief. Not that she'd ever admit that she thought of it that way.
"And as for you," she added, turning to Destiny with a mock-stern look, "you can have that ice cream I promised as soon as you eat your lunch."
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Post by ♥.•°Insanity°•.♥ on Jan 7, 2017 11:26:28 GMT -5
Omg *cries* I just fell off the face of the planet. I'm so sorry guys! I'm moving and I forgot to say something on here but I will definatley have a post up by Sunday if not by tonight.}}
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Post by ♥.•°Insanity°•.♥ on Jan 8, 2017 0:56:25 GMT -5
Tempe. Milo noted how she seemed to dislike him calling by her full first name. He would remember to call her by the abreviated one she gave him next time."What, do I not look strong enough to carry a box aswell?" Milo teased with a small grin. He switched both bags to one arm and ran the free hand through his bleached blonde hair. He was excited to have new people in his family. It only meant he would be able to trick them easier, it was always more fun to do on unsuspecting people. Milo couldn't wait for all the treasures he would find! Some shiny, some small, some unique or disfigured, or maybe something that he shouldn't be seeing at all. Whatever it was, he was bound to find it and if there is anything anyone should know about Milo Lewis, its that nothing is safe around him. And that he also lies as easy as he breathes. You couldn't cut a truthful word out of this boy and even if you did, you'd think twice. "Come on, pass me something light then." Milo leaned against the end of truck, waiting for the girl to slide a cardboard box over to him.
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Post by Brindleface on Jan 8, 2017 23:37:23 GMT -5
(So sorry I haven't been on for a few days xc )
Perking up a bit, Willow took his response as a sign that she wasn't completely annoying him, even though he wasn't the most enthusiastic. "I think everyone's good at making people mad, on some levels." She pointed out, adding the last part a moment later. "But guitar is cool. I've never tried playing any kind of instrument. My friend can play violen really well though, so I always wanted to try that...but I like listening to music, anyway." Continuing with her talkative nature, she of course spilled everything she thought of before thinking about it. Realizing this, she became embarrassed as usual and clammed up. "Maybe I should, ah, go see if my brothers or dad need any help..." she said, quieter than before, as she moved to get up.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2017 0:02:00 GMT -5
Skylar stared at Wyatt for a moment, wondering where his abrupt one-eighty had come from. He'd gone from annoying and condescending to concerned and slightly less condescending. For a moment, her lips twitched in the slightest of smiles. It was nice to know that, on some level, he cared. But there was no way that she was going to sit on the couch and just watch the rest of her family do all of the hard work. "I think I'll be fine, thanks." She smirked slightly. "I helped pack these boxes. I'm going to help unpack them, too." She didn't mention how much it had hurt to be working to pack those boxes all day, though, or how she'd shrugged it off every time her mom had asked if she was okay or told her to take a break. Honestly, the pain was a welcome distraction from her lingering grief. Not that she'd ever admit that she thought of it that way. "And as for you," she added, turning to Destiny with a mock-stern look, "you can have that ice cream I promised as soon as you eat your lunch." It occurred to Wyatt that the girl might have mistook his intentions. She seemed surprised because he was bein nice to her, but really he hadn't been nice to her at all. At least, he hadn't meant to be nice to her. In fact, he had meant to cut her down at the knees and then walk away, "Whatever." He snorted and dusting himself off, left the kitchen after popping his earbuds back in. He needed to see his room before the other boys got in there and destroyed it.
He had never shared a room as there was always enough space for his modest sized family. Now, with the being a million kids, everyone was sharing a room whether they like it or not. Wyatt did not like it at all. He thought of himself as a private person and to have another guy in his room seeed like death. He groaned and headed down the hallway, ready to hide in his room for the rest of his life.
(I'll post Camille's in the morning. T-T I'm so tired....)
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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 9, 2017 23:39:46 GMT -5
Tempe laughed, smiling easily. In that sense, she was nothing at all like her twin. Tempe knew how to talk to people; she could work a crowd, and could put the most tense of people at ease within a few minutes. Crowds only aggravated Skylar; she'd even hated to sit at the kitchen table with everyone when it was just Mom and Dad and the nine of them. The thought of how dinner tonight, with twelve kids at one table, would affect Skylar made Tempe want to cry. Oh, my god, she's going to hate every minute of it. She shook the thought off, hopping back up into the truck. "Well, if you insist," she teased, peering at the labels on all of the boxes before selecting one of the smaller ones. "Here, this one shouldn't be too heavy. It just has towels and stuff," she told Milo, bringing the box back to the rear of the truck and passing it down to him.
For a moment, Skylar looked confused at Wyatt's quick departure. Then she scowled. Of course he hadn't cared. He'd been trying to knock her down. Despite her outward surliness, the realization stung. She might have been bitter about her mother's remarriage, and still greiving over the loss of the one family membe rwho'd actually seemed to understand her, but on some level she wanted her stepsiblings to like her. The knowledge that Wyatt didn't even want to give her that kind of chance hurt more than she cared to admit. Shrugging off the thought, she turned to her little sister, ruffling her hair. "I think that most of the boxes are a bit too heavy for you to lift, Des," she told her, "but you can help me unpack this one if you really want to."
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Post by Brindleface on Jan 10, 2017 22:19:42 GMT -5
Willow gave a short sigh, realizing Jace was probably right but not admitting it. "We've barely been here an hour, but I guess I could just let them unpack the rest..." She conceded, pretty sure she already had all of her stuff inside already. She opened her mouth the say something else, before noticing Wyatt crossing the room to the stairs, looking annoyed. She was about to say something to him when she noticed he had his earbuds in, as usual. Huffing, she flopped back in the couch, not in the mood for talking as much as she had been a moment ago.
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Post by Brindleface on Jan 10, 2017 22:21:09 GMT -5
(Does anyone know why I am now titled as the lucky leprechaun...? XD )
(Edit: and now it's gone...)
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Post by Brindleface on Jan 10, 2017 23:25:42 GMT -5
(Ah, ok. For an odd moment I believed it was St. Patrick's Day XD)
Willow gave a small nod, still looking faintly up the stairs, wondering if she should explore her own room. "Oh, yes. That was Wyatt, my oldest brother." She told Jace, before thinking of something else. "Are you the eldest in your family?" she inquired, thinking he seemed old enough.
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