An Appealing Family (Darius, Demi, and BP)
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				Title: <strong>An Appealing Family (Darius, Demi, and BP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>30-10-2013, 20:06:12</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> An Appealing Family</span></div><br><strong>Featuring </strong>: <strong> Darius Fallenstar </strong>as <strong>Daniel Partridge (assumed name)</strong>, <strong> Demi</strong> as <strong>Victoria Partridge </strong>, and Bloodied Porcelain as <strong>Allison Partridge </strong><br><br><strong>Setting:</strong> <em> An Appealing Family </em> is set in the modern, supernatural world with a darkly concealed history. In the annals of the past, there were only two supernatural creatures: Phoenixes (who are nothing like you’d expect) and Dragons (who, more or less, are). Phoenixes were creatures of rebirth, but they were also attuned to destruction; it was in their nature to destroy magic, the supernatural, and the wonder in the world and conceal any hints of it from mortals. Dragons, their polar opposites, were bringers of magic and life. Their mere existence allowed some magic to thrive and their pure blood gave birth to the various supernatural and monstrous races (most of which are now deceased). <br><br>Both Angels and Demons sprang from Dragons. These celestial or infernal creatures fled Hunters (taught or imbued by Phoenixes to destroy their kind) by retreating to alternative planes (now called Heaven and Hell). Not all fled, however. <br><br>Besides Angels and Demons came a milieu of other races – from weres to vampires, each with its own, unique powers and weaknesses. Vampires, at first, were much as traditional lore states; however they had a rather unique gift: they were collectors of life and magic. Over time, through enough feedings (and by feeding specifically on other supernatural entities), vampires could achieve power to rival even the Celestials and the weakest of the dragons who gave them birth. This made vampires one of the most feared, hunted of all creatures – on both sides. <br><br>By the time of the dark ages, most of the dragons and their offspring had died, fled, or learned to blend in with society. Likewise, Phoenixes and their hunters – now taking on a multitude of semblances, from bounty hunters to thrill seekers – stepped away from public view. They opted to watch and wait for their supernatural foes to make a misstep. <br><br>Now, in modern times, the world is dull, dreary, and not a single drop of magic seems to exist in the world. <br><br><strong>Erotic Elements:</strong> We’ve got magic, we’ve got supernaturals, we’ve got shape shifting, we’ve got it all! Anything goes! <br><br><strong>Fetishes Included:</strong> All sorts of things. Expect no mutilation, scat, golden showers, or snuff. We’ll negotiate the rest. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Appealing Family (Darius, Demi, and BP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>30-10-2013, 20:06:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i945.photobucket.com/albums/ad295/Dariusfallenstar/portrait_man_large.jpg)</div>The Partridge house was at the end of a cul-de-sac in a neighborhood called “Lost Haven.” It was a quiet place, bordering the big city, and so affluent that brown men came by every day to tend the whole neighborhood’s lawns. Each house in Lost Haven was big, almost a mansion, and set on generous 1.5 acre lots. White picket fences embraced each home, though some unruly types had opted to go with designs that did not match all the rest – and shame on them for it! The only way to tell the truly wealthy from the moderately so, was by where their pools were located: the rich had indoor, heated pools, to go with their outdoor, sun-tanning pools, while the wealthy only had the exterior models. It was the talk of the town, who had which pools and where. <br><br>Lost Haven bordered Forsythe District, one of the oldest (and, not to put too fine a point on it, whitest) districts of the state. It was also one of the most old fashioned; people had only acknowledged that America had a black president well into his second term, and it was still the talk of the town. It had sent gun sales through the roof, much to the pleasure of the many store owners who had bought roots in Lost Haven. Forsythe District also had all the best schools and niche classes: youngsters might be enrolled in anything from private golfing lessons to ballet, swing dance, how to be the next “Young Miss America” or anything else. Private piano lessons had only recently fallen out of favor, in lieu of the more exotic harp. Give it the right evening and walk through Lost Haven and one might hear the sounds of eager harpists playing through open doors or windows (one of the cheeky ways of broadcasting who had managed to snag a private instructor).<br><br>The Partridge family had bought into Lost Haven a little over 15 years ago. Daniel Partridge, an upstanding businessman who was well-known as an investor, had come to manage a private bank with stunning success. A tall, pale man with a warm smile and dancing eyes, Daniel was well known for his impish, but fatherly, persona with everyone he met. Though many of the fathers and husbands in the area felt a little uneasy at how quickly the too-attractive man turned their wives (and daughter’s) eyes, most looked up to him for answers to the most obscure questions about…well, anything. Daniel was the sort of Renaissance man who knew a bit of everything, had the confidence to back it up, yet did not allow that confidence to become true arrogance. His tall, muscular body always seemed held just so – almost defensively, and it put others at ease, as though Daniel felt somehow vulnerable, or just humble. Everyone knew Daniel was a godly man, even if no one had seen him near a church. <br><br>It was late October as Daniel made his rounds through their big, three-story (with 2 sub-basements!) house, the thick, ankle-deep carpet that covered the floors and stairways muffling his steps. Oddly enough, Daniel had never made any sound when he moved, not unless he wanted to anyway. Making his way past the grotesquely opulent living-room (with complete, innocuous surround-sound system and flat screen television over a yawning fireplace), and into the equally posh, top-of-the-line kitchen, the handsome man looked about for the rest of his family. His wife was, no doubt, out and about running errands for their child’s upcoming birthday party. Of late, his daughter had become increasingly intrigued by things girls her age tended toward, and it was no surprise that she was not moving about. <br><br>Still, the happy father felt a little hollow, deep down, at their absence. They were his family, and all he had in the world. Glancing to the marble counter, he found the folded note, plate of cookies, and glass his wife had left him. Tipping back the glass with one of his big, yet oddly graceful hands, he took a few sips as he read the entry. As he thought, she’d gone about arranging for the perfect birthday and wouldn’t be home for a few more hours.<br><br>Ah, well.<br><br>Glancing out at the perfect darkness of the night, Daniel stretched a bit, loosening his taut muscles, and absently wiped a drop of red fluid from his now cherry-stained lips. It was best he get busy himself. No doubt he’d have to be up and in the light tomorrow, and that always took hours of preparation. Hopefully, if he’d been a good husband, his wife would ensure that Misses Margaret Peabody and her husband, John, would be over tomorrow. Margaret had been making eyes at him for weeks, and he felt that it was about time that he put a firm handle on the situation. <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://farm5.staticflickr.com/4149/5041868122_a102a4c79a_z.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Appealing Family (Darius, Demi, and BP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloodied Porcelain</strong> on <strong>01-11-2013, 22:56:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i2.listal.com/image/4998501/936full-amelia-calley.jpg)<br><div align="center"><sup>Allison Hope Partridge</sup></div></div> The front door of the massive home swung closed behind her as Allison hurried inside. The rain had started, just a light sprinkling for now, but the news had promised far worse to come. Allison loved the rain... just not in her favorite pumps. Salvatore Ferragamo was a rare treat, even for her, and she came from a wealthy family. At $600 a pair, the shoes made her the envy of most of the girls in her grade, but that was something she surprisingly never seemed to let go to her head. Even with the heels, the only child of the seemingly perfect Partridges was dainty, standing at a mere 5'4" with the shoes on, she was just shy of 5'0" without them, but made up for her lack of height with an outgoing personality and sweet smile. <br><br>She was only one day away from her sweet sixteen, and though she'd not seen any hints of such, Allison secretly hoped her parents were going to make her big gift for the day a new car. She honestly didn't much care what kind it was, so long as it was small, good on gas, and made her friends positively green with envy. The fact that she still only had her learners permit was neither here nor there. Small white earbuds perched in dainty seashell ears, the wide-eyed youngster sang along with her iPod as Passenger's "Let Her Go" floated through her head. "Well you only need the light when it's burning low..." she sang along quietly with the song as she hauled in arm fulls of shopping bags. <br><br>Despite how it looked, Allison was far from a "serial shopper", which was probably the only reason her parents were fine with her occasional splurge shopping trips like this one. A small squeak of half-panic left her and her grey eyes went wide as she struggled with the weight of the bags, her shoes on the high dollar wood flooring throughout the foyer, her ipod held precariously in the fold of her thumb and palm, and the fact that the front door had swung too far open and out of her reach, meaning it was no longer there to steady her and she was suddenly left balancing precariously as her burdensome bags threatened to pull her first one way and then the other. <br><br>Regardless of the designer names on the bags she carried, Allison was dressed in modest (though high quality) clothing for her day at the mall, which her mother had made a point of saying she should go out and enjoy. "Go be a teenager. Go to a movie. Shop with your friends. Have fun," the woman had insisted. Though she'd been suspicious the older woman was up to something (hopefully something to do with the big party they were planning for her birthday), she'd taken her advice and gone out with a couple of the girls from school, pulling money from the separate bank account her father had set up just for her allowance and spending money. He could still see everything she did with her money, of course, but Allison had made sure not to be too irresponsible with it, making sure to keep a minimum amount in the account and not go on any big trips without permission. <br><br>The white dress she wore came to just above her knees at the shortest place, but the jagged cut brought some lengths of it to dance low around her calves. It flowed around her as she walked, giving glimpses of young, firm legs while a slender brown belt cinched it tight around her tiny waist. The bodice of the dress was as loose and flowing as the skirt, and the neckline draped around her, hanging just low enough to allow a teasing glimpse of perky cleavage but not so much as to be scandalous. Over it she wore a long blue cardigan, worn open and the sleeves pushed up to her elbows casually. One of her favorite necklaces hung around her neck, the long thin gold chain holding a small crystal bottle decorated with ornate gold working and filled with some kind of sparkly gold stuff inside. She could probably open it and find out what it was, but suspected it might be much less appealing to wear if it lost its mystery. <br><br>Another, chunkier gold necklace draped around her neck, laying against the delicate line of her collar bone. Red hair worn loose and wavy, it bounced around her as she precariously made her way inside the large house, again letting out a squeak of panic as she nearly toppled over, the weight of her bags threatening to pull her too far to the right. Forcing herself upright again, she tried to gather herself in to a more steady gait as she wandered deeper in to the house. The lack of activity around her said her parents were probably out of the house. She just hopped her father wasn't still at work... it was late and he worried her when he stayed out too much. <br><br>Without spotting him, she walked through the kitchen to the nearby breakfast nook, grunting as she tried to heft the bags up on to its surface. It would take a brief moment of struggling with the burden before she managed it and let out a sigh of relief, turning with the intention of making herself a smoothie when her father's tall, statuesque figure caught her eye. A squeal of surprise left her. "Daddy!" It was only by the grace of some unknown force that was looking out for her that she didn't drop her iPod in her shock. Despite this unknown force's power to keep her from dropping the electronic, however, she still ripped the buds from her ears quickly and hurried across the kitchen, heels clicking rapidly before she threw herself in to his arms, tugging him down to press a kiss to his cheek. Before he could speak, she pulled back and playfully swatted at his chest. "You startled me!"<br><br>A sweet smile had settled itself on her soft features as she looked up at the older man, large hazel eyes dancing happily. Unlike most teenagers, Allison was almost always genuinely happy to see her parents. They weren't too strict, but weren't so loose with their rules that she ever felt neglected, either. They'd found the happy medium between responsibility and freedom with their daughter, and she had the personality type that she always strove to please them. It worked out well, making their family seem a little too perfect. <br><br>"Mommy said I should go out and find something to wear to my party," she explained, thinking he was likely curious about her absence. Glancing over her shoulder, she eyed the pile of bags sitting there before returning her eyes to him and giving him a sheepish smile. "I couldn't make up my mind." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Appealing Family (Darius, Demi, and BP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demi</strong> on <strong>02-11-2013, 03:58:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/SettyJenesequah/design__18_16_01_2013___vintage_pinup_photo_by_ddmboss-d5rrvet_zps45140d81.jpg)</div> Victoria Partridge had risen much earlier than her family, as she was wont to do on most occasions to ensure that breakfast was prepared and her daughter was out the door to school in a timely fashion.&nbsp; Today, however, had begun even earlier than most, as there were many preparations yet to organize for tomorrow’s celebration of the 16th anniversary of her daughter’s birth.&nbsp; It had been during breakfast that Victoria had insisted her daughter go shopping for the perfect outfit for the occasion, practically shooing her out the door to spend time with her friends.&nbsp; The matron had calls to make before she could step out of the house to run errands; she needed her darling daughter out of the house in order to begin.<br><br>Victoria noted through the window of the market that it was already evening, a ‘tsk’ of disapproval escaping plush and perfectly-lined red lips as she paused to check her shopping list.&nbsp; The picture of a housewife from the 1950s, Victoria’s cat-like grace was displayed rather well in the blue floral-printed dress she’d drawn out of her closet for her daily tasks; the knee-length, flared skirt swayed in mirror of her hips as she pushed the cart forward to the next isle.&nbsp; She was nearly out of flour, and that simply wouldn’t do if she were to bake a cake to put others to shame.<br><br>The top of her dress was remarkably tight-fitted—as it should be, since she made it herself—displaying the slightest peek at the cleavage of her ample breasts, yet never managed to pinch or fold in unladylike ways as she bent to retrieve the five pound bag and settle it in the cart.&nbsp; The heels of her blue pumps—the same shade to match her dress, of course—clacked softly against the tiled floor as she slowly made her way forward, eyes locked on the list and running a mental check to ensure she had not forgotten anything.<br><br>“Victoria!”&nbsp; As she heard her name called, the blonde turned toward the sound, the perfect curls of her hair bouncing lightly against rosy cheeks.&nbsp; Amber eyes landed on the familiar image of Margaret Peabody—convenient, as Victoria had already been planning on paying her a house call after her grocery shopping.&nbsp; “You look lovely, as usual.&nbsp; Errand day today?”<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/SettyJenesequah/241330_la_zps7708baa5.jpg)</div>For a moment, she wondered if she should have run her errands in her brunette form.&nbsp; She wouldn’t have been recognized and likely would have accomplished far more in the day, but her husband was first in her mind, and he deserved a little treat.&nbsp; Victoria’s elegantly high cheekbones were even more defined as she offered a warm smile to the woman, setting her list down atop her Louis Vuitton handbag and abandoning her mental checklist altogether.&nbsp; “Thank you, Margaret.&nbsp; I had a few more loose ends to tie up since tomorrow is Allison’s 16th birthday—I hope you haven’t forgotten about the party.&nbsp; Daniel and I would be thrilled to have you and John attend.&nbsp; In fact, if you would like to come over earlier than five, I would <em>adore</em> some help cooking.&nbsp; It’s quite the spread,” with that word, Victoria drifted to Margaret’s mind a healthy little image of what it may be like offering herself up—completely—to Daniel, “for one woman to handle all on her own.”<br><br>Mrs. Peabody was clearly startled by the sudden image, her eyes widening just slightly and her pulse quickening—Victoria could hear it.&nbsp; She could feel the lust coming off the other female in waves.&nbsp; It was delicious, and something that Victoria’s existence depended on.&nbsp; Margaret’s voice wavered just slightly when she responded, “well, yes, of course we’ll be there.&nbsp; We wouldn’t miss Allison’s party for the world.”&nbsp; Still obviously shaking with desire, the woman flashed a smile despite her flushed state.<br><br>Victoria extended a hand, resting her palm gently atop the other woman’s shoulder.&nbsp; “Are you alright, Margaret?&nbsp; You look as though you may have a fever.”&nbsp; Victoria was rather good at pretending concern, well-manicured brow furrowing as she leaned forward just so to get a better look.&nbsp; “Perhaps you should go home and lie down.”<br><br>“Yes, perhaps I should.”&nbsp; The woman was looking shakier by the moment, and Victoria didn’t help matters at all by tossing a few more sultry pictures in the woman’s direction.<br><br>The blonde glanced down at the slender, diamond-encrusted watch on her wrist, shaking her head, “oh my.&nbsp; I need to be on my way home.&nbsp; I have a delivery that’s scheduled to arrive in an hour.&nbsp; Take care of yourself, dear.&nbsp; I’ll see you tomorrow.&nbsp; Drop by whenever.”&nbsp; Victoria offered a sympathetic smile, while internally swelling with pride at having been so successful at getting the woman to swoon.&nbsp; She’d played her part and she knew her loving husband was more than capable of playing his.<br><br>~~<br><br>Victoria was not a woman to carry bags into the house herself, especially after a $1000 grocery-shopping spree.&nbsp; Parking her Mercedes in the garage, she stepped out daintily, hand lifting to shield her eyes from the headlights of the vehicle pulling up the drive.&nbsp; The market’s delivery van was a convenience for her—especially since the driver was male and quite easily manipulated.&nbsp; As the engine was killed, the man stepped down and pulled open the side doors.&nbsp; “The door should be unlocked, Peter.&nbsp; Would you be a dear and place them on the kitchen counter?&nbsp; I need to see to a few things inside before I put them away.”<br><br>“Sure thing, Mrs. Partridge,” was all he offered before he began to scoop up bags and make his way toward the front door.&nbsp; Victoria stepped into her home through the garage, pressing a button without thought to close the garage roller as she passed.<br><br>It was a short walk through the living room to the kitchen, and she just caught the tail-end of Allison’s comments about what to wear.&nbsp; “Well, darling, you’ll simply have to model them for your father and me, so we can tell you which looks best.&nbsp; I need to start preparing a few things for tomorrow,” as she made her way past, she planted a kiss on Allison’s cheek and paused to run her fingertips down the length of Daniel’s arm.&nbsp; “Mr. and Mrs. Partridge will be in attendance tomorrow; I ran into Margaret at the store and reminded her that we hadn’t received her RSVP.&nbsp; She’ll likely be here a bit early, to help set up.”&nbsp; With her face turned toward her husband, she offered him a sultry smile, a bit more sway to her hips as she made her way into the kitchen and began emptying the bags Peter was still bringing in from the van.<br><br>“Also, Daniel, darling,” his name and the following word were nearly purred as she spoke, “I’m expecting a delivery of some decorations within the hour.&nbsp; If you happen to intercept, could you tell them to put everything in the back yard?&nbsp; They’ll be returning tomorrow to set everything up in the daylight.” While talking, she’d managed to empty several bags, tucking items away here and there throughout her beloved kitchen.&nbsp; A few items remained on the counter, her skirt flaring as she spun to pull a mixing bowl from one of the cabinets.<br><br>“I would love to see what you picked out, Allison.&nbsp; Why don’t you run and change while Dad tells me how his day was?”&nbsp; Victoria turned to flash her daughter a loving smile as she settled the mixing bowl beside the ingredients, Peter moving past her with the last of the bags, wishing them all a good night, and excusing himself.&nbsp; After a subtle, passionate gaze toward her husband, her lithe body twisted beneath the soft cotton of her dress as she spun to put away the last of her groceries.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Appealing Family (Darius, Demi, and BP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>02-11-2013, 07:57:06</strong>
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				Daniel watched as his daughter entered the kitchen, seeming entirely unawares of his presence. It made him smile, her innocence. Allison was the jewel of his eye, and the fact that she knew no fear, no danger, none of the concerns that he and Victoria had dealt with their entire lives pleased him to no end. Though Allison had come to the pair of them in unusual circumstances, her presence had balanced him in a way that he had never anticipated, given him something to live for beyond the day-to-day concerns. Whereas Victoria gave him the love of an equal, a true companion, Allison gave him someone to lavish with all of his heart. <br><br>Chuckling as she threw herself into his strong arms, Daniel murmured, “Ah, my sweet, I apologize for startling you so.” His odd, European accent sometimes came out at times like this, when his defenses were down, but he quickly switched it off as his wife and her assistant appeared within view.<br><br>“Ah, yes. A show of clothing. Excellent. I do so like to see where our investments go,” he looked down at Allison and gave her a private, fatherly wink. He had no problems spoiling his little girl, and even encouraged a certain degree of mischief in her behaviors. Breaking the rules had never been a problem, of course; Allison was a straight-A girl, with a morality that bespoke not religion, but sheer unimpeachable upbringing. <br><br>Glancing back to his lovely bride, Daniel’s smile narrowed slightly into something vaguely…predatory, perhaps. The hunt, ah, how he missed it. Daniel inwardly wished that their security concerns had not curtailed him to quite the degree that they had, but he could not argue with their efficacy. So far, the Partridge family had known no hunters, no fear, no challengers to their domain. Not for several decades, despite the events leading up to his and Victoria’s relocation to Lost Haven all those years ago. Still, it was not in his nature, not deep down, to allow security to trump the pleasure of the chase. Without his understanding wife, a woman who knew how to handle his moods and needs without flinching, there was no doubt in his mind that he’d have died – or worse – ages ago. <br>“Good, Victoria. I know you’ll need help with all the preparations,” Daniel paused, clearing his throat and glancing down at his daughter. “You didn’t hear a word about preparations. Not a thing. Is that clear?” He relinquished his firm embrace and raised a single pale digit, touching Allison on the nose. It was is way to emphasize not-that-important points of discussion, a combination of exerting some level of authority, while also signaling that it wasn’t a big deal. He’d taught his daughter a million such signals over her short life; hand signs to make everyday tasks easier. That there was a subtle motive beneath the private language only the three of them shared was, so far, never discussed.<br><br>“As far as my day went,” Daniel said, “It involved lots of things I can only hint at, as a certain princess might overhear.” Winking at Allison, he gently patted her on the bottom and said, “Why don’t you run up and change into something scandalous, so your mother and I can discuss….clandestine business?” There was a bit of laughter in his rich voice, and a matching twinkle in his eyes as his wide, large palm flashed down in a familial pat. <br><br>Turning, then, he faced Victoria with a much less sedate twinkle in his dark, chocolaty eyes.<br>-<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i945.photobucket.com/albums/ad295/Dariusfallenstar/Male%20Rp%20Characters/128998165490_zpsf49b8d65.jpg)</div>Peter Niles glanced down at his watch from the back of the delivery van. He was perched amidst a cacophony of flowers, expensive party utensils, and various boxes of assorted stuff that had been included on the work order. It was almost nine, an hour past dark, and the delivery company “Flowers and More!” had received the call only five or six hours before. Odd that his girlfriend’s family were such late-bloomers. Sure, Daniel Partridge had a big night job, working with people overseas, and Misses Victoria had always kept a late schedule, but the way they lived was just a little…off.<br><br>As a young, newly entrenched, member of an espionage-centric branch of the Phoenix organization, Peter had come to rely on his instincts in a somewhat dubious manner. His early wrong calls had led him to having this assignment. Youthful features and an easy grin had been enough to fool people into thinking he was only seventeen while he was more like twenty-three. Repeating high school and pretending to have a crush on a vacant-headed, spoiled fifteen year old had only added salt to his injured pride, preventing Peter from acting on those self-same instincts. <br><br>So what if the Partridges had a silly last name, kept odd hours, and behaved a little too perfectly? Their daughter had been his assignment and, so far, though he hadn’t gotten very far with it, it had proven both boring and pointless. Had his management not insisted on his continued attempts to penetrate the Partridge family estate – including whatever methods he needed to employ involving Allison – Peter would have gladly moved on. Though, and he hated admitting this to himself, the chance to legally fuck someone just turning sixteen was quite appealing. The girl looked good enough, even if rich bitches weren’t Peter’s real type. Now, her mother, on the other hand…<br><br>“We’re here,” the driver said, interrupting his thoughts. Peter’s insertion into “Flowers and More!” had been very last minute and required Peter to use leverage he’d have rather not called upon. Telling Mr. Stover that his secret online affairs with other men would be made public if he didn’t accede to Peter’s simple demands had been embarrassing. Peter hated using such crude mechanisms for otherwise simple jobs.<br><br>Peter opened the door as the van pulled to a stop on the paved round-about driveway. Stepping lightly, the lithe young man with the rakish mustache and goatee began pulling out flowers and boxes. Dressed in a white button up shirt with the “Flowers and More!” slogan on the left breast, and black slacks with black, glossy dress shoes, he very much looked the part. Thankfully, he’d never mentioned his specific job title to Allison – only that he worked odd hour and went from job to job. His cover would work and, hopefully, give him a reason to gain access to more of the Partridge estate, which was his true and ultimate goal. If it netted him some trust from that oddball Daniel and his smoking hot wife, all the better.<br><br>Stepping up to the door about twenty or so minutes after Victoria arrived, Peter rang the bell and absently, impatiently, began tapping his foot on the flagstones outside the house. It was time to prove, once and for all, that the Partridges were precisely what they appeared. Odd, but entirely normal. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Appealing Family (Darius, Demi, and BP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloodied Porcelain</strong> on <strong>03-11-2013, 04:30:33</strong>
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				Allison smiled sweetly up at her father as he held her to him, giving her one of his warm, lingering hugs. His hugs were the best hugs ever... her father sometimes wasn't the best at displaying much in the way of emotions, but when he hugged her, Allison knew she was loved. Knew she was safe and exactly where she was meant to be. Up until recently, anyway, she'd felt like his arms were the right place for her. As of late, she'd found another pair of arms almost as appealing, though in an entirely unrelated manner. Peter had the kind of arms meant to give her a thrill any time he pulled her close. They'd gotten a little hot and heavy a few times, but Allison had never had the guts to go through with any thing more than heavy petting. <br><br>She'd been able to tell it frustrated him, but he had never seemed mad at her for putting a stop to things she wasn't ready for. As she stood there hugging her father, the tiny redhead wondered Peter would ever make her feel as safe as her father did... She certainly hoped so. That was how she'd know, she thought... how she'd know she'd found the guy for her... he'd make her feel as safe as her Daddy did. Her mother's voice broke through her thoughts, and Allison turned a happy smile in her mother's direction as she suggested that she show them what she'd bought so they could help her pick an outfit. She'd never been one for these little fashion shows, but her parents seemed to enjoy it, and there was something simply scandalous feeling about parading in front of them in clothes that cost more than most people made in a week and knowing they didn't mind at all. <br><br>Her father's joking about preparations and planning made her giggle, but Allison's eyes were rather trained on her mother's figure as she moved around the kitchen. She'd never admit it out loud, but Allison envied her mother. She was so... poised. Like all the time. Allison couldn't remember a single moment her mother hadn't been elegant and graceful and... well... perfect. Try as she might, her daughter never managed to live up to even a tenth of what Victoria put forth in such things, and it did a number on her self confidence at times. <br><br>At the tap to her nose from her father, hazel eyes turned back to look up at him and she nodded. "Okay, Daddy," she said, turning to go back to her bags. Part of her was tempted to hang around in the hallway and try to overhear what they were going to talk about... no doubt it was about her party, after all! But despite her desire to eavesdrop, she gathered up her bags and began to make her way out of the kitchen and toward the large staircase so she could make her way toward her bedroom with her haul of clothes from the mall. <br><br>It was just as she was reaching the steps that the doorbell rang, and Allison took a moment to consider the climb, her heels, and the burden she was carrying. Nope... that could <em>definitely</em> wait. Dropping her bags unceremoniously, she cried out. "I'll get it!" Leaving the pile of bags there at the base of the staircase, she scampered through the foyer and to the front door, pulling it open and finding herself greeted by... a massive bouquet of roses, orchids, and other flowers. "Uhm... hello?" she said, sounding perplexed by the bunch of flora that seemed to have sprouted legs and come to stand on their porch. <br><br>When at last the bouquet shifted and Peter's face came in to view, Allison's eyes went wide and a bright smile took over her face. Speak of the devil! "Peter?!" she got out on a barely restrained squeal, careful to keep it quiet enough that it wouldn't echo through the whole house. "What... what on earth are you doing here? Are those for me?!" The excitement and pure joy at seeing her boyfriend the day before her birthday, holding a massive bunch of flowers was written plainly on her youthful face. "They're so pretty!" she got out, her voice taking on a note of awe. In the short time they'd been dating, he'd never been particularly romantic or prone to things like giving her flowers, but she supposed if there was any time to start it, it would definitely be her birthday. 
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