<strong>Name:</strong>John Brown<br/><strong>Age:</strong>52<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main House - Ground Floor<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>All / Open<br/><br/>Richard pulled the van full of the Browns into the heated driveway and parked it inside the garage hanger for it. He slid out of the car and stretched, drawing in a deep breath of the cool, fresh mountain air. It reminded him of his childhood and his time in the army. And it felt so good. The cold, crisp air was refreshing and he felt more alert then he had been a few moments before. He moved around to open the door for his wife, a gentleman always, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a brief kiss.<br/><br/>"Mhm, we made it. Its going to be a fun two weeks." He says with a smile. Despite the cold air his smooth-shaved head remained open to the air. He did wear a winter jacket and jeans, along with a warm pair of winter boots. He marched around to the back of the van and opened the back, starting to pull out all of the bags. His children had all been raised to be self-sufficient and carry their own bags. Richard, of course, had a military duffel bag which he slung over one shoulder while grabbing the rolling-suitcase his wife had packed.<br/><br/>"Now, kids - you're all upstairs in the main house. No fighting over the rooms, please! Drew gets the master suite as the oldest. Your Mother and I will be in the West Wing for some piece and quiet." He states, matter of fact. Of course, what he didn't say was that their mother and him would be fucking their siblings, their childrens Aunt and Uncle, all night as well. "Theres plenty of food and snacks in the kitchen and, well, I'll let you all explore on your own time. Your cousins should be here any minute too. Everyone better be on their BEST behavior too."<br/><br/>And with that, he took his luggage and made his way into the main house, having studied the floorplans on the plane ride over, instantly memorizing them and quickly orienting himself inside the house<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Drew Brown<br/><strong>Age:</strong>22<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main House - Ground Floor<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>All / Open<br/><br/>Drew. as he preferred to be called, slid out of the van in much the same manner as his father, stretching his bulky frame and letting out a yawn. He pulled the earbuds from his ear and slid them into his pocket after turning his iPod off. He slung his backpack over one shoulder and pulled the hood of his designer hoody down. A perk of being a male model is people paid him to dress well. His tight fighting jeans had some design on them too, along with the shirt her wore under the half-zipped hoody. He bobbed his head as his father spoke, letting his eyes roam around the interior of the garage before he grabbed his own duffel bag, hipchecking his younger brother out of the way.<br/><br/>"Twerp." He says, jokingly. Turning to both his siblings he grins as their father gives him claim to the Master Suite first. "Don't worry guys, I am sure all the other rooms in this mansion are freaking just as big. Though, Kev, you might want to go lay claim to a room quickly - wouldn't want to be stuck with a girly themed room." He adds, winking at the kid.<br/><br/>Shouldering his own duffel bag - suitcases with wheels were for pussies as far as he was concerned - which was far heavier then it looked, he made his own way into the house, scoping it out on his way to the stairs.