A very strange family (IC) [Chrys, Hai, Reaper and Serp]
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				Title: <strong>A very strange family (IC) [Chrys, Hai, Reaper and Serp]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>01-12-2013, 18:51:50</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Fluffy Slacks BTN;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size">A Very Strange Family</span></span></strong></div><br><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/48/House_1.gif)</div><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/52/56579_01big.jpg)</div><strong>Angela Corbett</strong><br>Saturday Afternoon<br><br>I couldn't let my sister go to the poor house, now could I? Seriously, it wasn't her fault that the man she married was such a looser. The fact that she should never have married him, well, that was just me being bitchy really. Mum and Dad never really forgave me for being gay, and the fact that Beth had accidentally outed me to them wasn't her fault. Besides, I'd always had something of a crush on my cute kid sister.<br><br>So when the arsehole got himself killed, and it was revealed that he had more debts that the average third world country, and poor Bethany had to sell the house to pay back the mortgage and the insurance companies wouldn't pay out because they said it was suicide... Well I couldn't <em>not</em> help, really. I may not be the richest woman in the world (I think that's The Queen), but I made my bit.<br><br>So I paid off the late loser's creditors and told my sis that she could move in with me and bring her two charming children with her.&nbsp; After all I had more than enough room.<br><br>I went and got them in the Land Cruiser, mostly because it was the biggest and most comfortable of my cars. Robyn, my gardener, mechanic and handy-woman, drove a van I'd hired and her partner Louise, my cook, house-keeper and cleaner, came along to help. Between the six of us we managed to get everything they were taking loaded either into the back of the spacious Toyota or into the Mercedes Sprinter.<br><br>"I know it's terrible", I told Beth softly as we drove back through the Wellington traffic, "and it's sad to be leaving that house that you had worked <em>so hard</em> to make into a home", my tone implying quite clearly that no amount of hard work could possibly make such a hovel even remotely liveable, and it was nothing short of a miracle that my sister had managed to do so, "But look on the bright side, dear. From now on, you won't have to cook and clean, you won't have to make beds, you won't have to shop, you won't even have to plan menus. You can take as much time as you need, get over the bad times, remember the good times", <em>if there were any</em>, I didn't say aloud, "And look forward to better times to come, hmm?"<br><br>I smiled at her and put my left hand on her knee, briefly, then turned my attention back to the road as we came to the turn-off from Western Hutt Road - I always thought it was like living in the Star Wars galaxy. I drove slowly through Silverstream and Pinehaven and up onto the winding road that led up into the mountains. "Sleeping arrangements", I said, to broach a subject that had been sort of puzzling me for a few months. There was something odd about the twins' behaviour, I'd noticed. The way Edward looked at Debbie before doing anything, the way they would surreptitiously touch each other, thinking no-one would notice. The way Debbie would order Ed around and he never objected. I was pretty sure that Beth had never noticed, but being a dominant lesbian bitch into the BDSM scene, I have an eye for subtle details like that.<br><br>"I have six bedrooms. One is mine, and Is shared with whoever I happen to be fucking at the time"... I said it deliberately for a reaction. I smirked and went on, "The bedroom in the basement is for kinky stuff. If you want to sleep there, I'm sure it can be arranged, but you may not get much sleep", again, said for the reaction. "The bedroom in the annex is Robyn and Louise's love nest. That's their home, they do what they want in there and I don't disturb them."<br><br>I paused, and swore violently at an idiot in a Merc coming down the road the other way who was taking one of the hairpin bends far too fast and almost went head on with me. "Fucking arsehole!" Yes, my language was never particularly clean at the best of times. Comes from hanging out with students a lot. "Sorry about that, everyone okay? So anyway", I tooled the sure-footed all-wheel-drive car around the tight turns, "That leaves three rooms. Two doubles and a twin. Now I know you twins are a bit old, but would you be okay sharing a room?" I asked and glanced in the mirror to see their faces. "Then your mum can have the room next to that shares a balcony with your room". <br><br>I grinned and drove through Blue Mountains with a lot less care than I had the other towns. This was my neighbourhood now. "So that's settled then." I nodded. I really didn't care whether they liked the arrangement or not. I was reasonably sure it wasn't going to last.<br><br>I pulled the Cruiser into the driveway and drew it to a stop. This house was only two years old and I'd had it built to my specifications. I almost had it build in Aukland, because it's a little warmer up there, but I didn't want to be that far from Wellington, and the office of my employers. Still at least they weren't in South Island. Dunedin in August is bitterly cold! Even Christchurch has some harsh weather in the winter. Wellington is nicely sheltered and far enough North to be quite mild. At least, that's my opinion.<br><br>"Okay, everyone out and let's help unload the van", I ordered as the larger vehicle crunched up the gravel behind the Toyota. "Just get everything inside for now, we can unpack later."
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				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>02-12-2013, 16:04:22</strong>
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				BETHANY HUGHES<br><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a9/Haibane_Bethany_Hughes_01.jpg)</div>I was numb. Two months since the funeral and I'd been numb for three days before that and the sixty after. My mind was dulled with grief and anger and frustration. At times the anger and frustration had ripped away the numbness to briefly hide it behind fits of screaming and wanting to just punch every lawyer and insurance assessor who'd ever walked this god-forsaken earth. I suppose lawyers and insurance assessors are like wasps, necessary as part of the system, the natural balance of things but no-one has a damn idea why or what good they do, they just cause pain, mindlessly it seems, with insectile efficiency.<br><br>Charles hadn't been the best husband nor the world's greatest dad but I'd loved him terribly, more than I had realised after he'd gone and while the mess he'd left behind that had been revealed by the banks and the legal people had shocked and dismayed me, it never once dented that unshakeable love. All I had now were my two darling children, though 'children' is a misleading word. They were adults now, or practically so and while any day now I expected Debbie to bring home a fine young man or Ed to bring a pretty girl, the fact neither did didn't arouse any concerns within me. I had wondered for a good while now when they'd both spread their wings and fly the nest or be taken away by a passing hawk or dove but the recent mayhem and upset had pushed such worries aside.<br><br>Charles was gone, gone for good and because of his gambling addiction of which I'd known nothing (but now, tragically knew far too well), apparently an online obsession he'd been swallowed by to hide the stresses of his job… because of this we were homeless. I had never held a paid job of any sort. Charles and I had married straight after college and the twins had arrived quickly after – in fact to those who kept tabs on such things, they arrived less than nine months after the wedding and mother would always wink at me and say "Beth dear, I knew you were a fast worker but even I'm impressed." After the twins I had of course held down a full time job – mother and housewife – though it didn't pay a penny. Fortunately Charles did well and while banking isn't everyone's dream he steadily climbed the company ladder, keeping his nose clean and steering a fine course between a yes-man and a trouble-maker. That was never enough for his bosses however and they piled more and more responsibility onto him and showered him with fancy titles but never any additional pay. Times were bad, there was a recession, blah, blah, blah, the same old story.<br><br>Charles was a victim of the system, the rat run. He'd wanted to get off but finally had seen only one way. At least his going would see the family financially secured, or so he thought but he'd not read his life insurance policy's fine print closely enough. With his debts and his work stress and the way the car had been tampered with it was clear (so the coroner said) that it was suicide and that was the death knell for the family. Suicide annulled the policy and so the sharks came snapping around the boat for their pound of flesh and stripped the carcass clean, taking the house, the car, even the bloody home cinema system. We were left with little more than what we stood up in plus the bits and pieces of personal property that had no value to the sharks.<br><br><div align="center"><strong>~ * * * ~</strong></div><br>I listened to Angela talk as she drove. I was still numb. Her hand on my leg, <em>a lesbian's hand!</em> my mind barked a warning, her foul mouth, her free and open confession of her sordid earthy lifestyle, even her two live in servants, again lesbians, none of these things could punch through the dull cotton-wool blanket my mind had dragged around me for protection. I was grateful, yes, of course and a little more troubling I was also now heavily indebted to auntie as well, the sharks had stripped the carcass and still demanded more. What had they wanted? That I should hang a red lamp in the porch and pay them back by opening my legs? Sell the twins to white slavers?<br><br>"There isn't any more money!"<br><br>Then Angela had magicked some up and silenced the bastards. Her lawyer had offered them 66.6% take it or leave it. They took it. I was deeply grateful, pathetically so. I was a failure, she a success. The tables had turned. I'd met a nice man, with a good job and mum and dad had been proud. Angela had been cast out, soiled and dirty. Gay. The most evil thing, worse than being a nazi or a murderer it seemed to father. And it had been my fault.<br><br>I laughed as we drove up into the hills, the properties sliding by grew bigger and further and further back from the road as we drove. "Money doesn't get you happiness," dad had said as he lay in hospital being eaten alive by the cancer, "it just buys you longer driveways." I didn't know that I agreed. Angela was happy. As we turned off the road and onto her property there seemed to be a moderately fair correlation between money and happiness in her. Clearly, as we approached the house, I saw that driveway dimensions figured into it as well but Angela had always been happier than me, despite being shunned by mum and dad... and richer... I thought bitterly.<br><br>The car stopped. The two women servants, Robyn and… Ha. I chuckled again. I kept wanting to call them Robyn and Batman. Though maybe Batwoman would be better. They were camp enough, that was for sure. The two servants whisked our meagre possessions up to the rooms Angela had decided we would have. I didn't object, I had no willpower to do so and in any case, with the amount of money I was now in debt to auntie Angela it would have been rude to. I was puzzled why she put the twins in the twin room. Weren't they a bit old to be sharing? Frankly though I was too exhausted to argue. I had failed in making a home and family, I was happy to sit back and let Gay Angela have her turn. Maybe she had this idea that we needed to be a family or something and having Debbie and Ed share would be good for their souls or something.<br><br>My room was beautiful. The whole house was beautiful. It was very new, smelled new, like a car just out the showroom and I knew Angela had had it designed to her specification by an artsy Wellington architect who had also done projects in South Island as well as in Sydney and Melbourne for rich Aussies. I guess that made Angela rich too. I supposed right now she would be sticking out her tongue and blowing raspberries to dear old dad and mum, had then still been with us. Gay Angela made good, straight Beth fucked it up. Life was just one big old chuckle wasn't it? Oh boy, aren't we all having fun.<br><br>The room had an en-suite. I stripped off and took a bath, luxuriating in the heat. If only the numbness would fade, I might actually enjoy it here. There were sounds in the house, people talking, the twins exploring, the servants busy. Servants, geez, who had servants these days?<br><br>Rich Successful Gay Angela did, that's who. The woman who now practically owned me. I slid down in the bathwater. It would be easy to just keep sliding down and under and then suck in deep breaths and end it all. Problem was, I'd read the small print on my policy.
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				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>03-12-2013, 16:52:59</strong>
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				DEBBIE HUGHES<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/04/WoLToto2.jpg)</div>The letters were impossible to read without a dictionary, which I luckily had brought with me, three to be more accurate. The lines appeared to be drawn by a three-year old, though I could live with that. What made it so hard was to know when each word ended and when the next one started. The combination of Hiragana, Katakana and Kanji made the use of three dictionaries instead of one necessary. Why did I buy the half-translated version anyways? The man in the store said that it had more of an impact, but how much impact could it have when I had to open and close the dictionaries all the time?<br><br>The book itself was a simple black book with golden letters on the front simply saying "Ningen Shikaku" while right under, it said "Disqualified from being human" which was a bad translation, as the correct translation would be "No Longer Human" which sounded a lot better as well. However, I could live with that. The novel itself was depressing to read, because of the deep content, not because it was bad, which it most certainly wasn't. It was just... What would an adult say... Out of her age group? I didn't know really. Regardless, it was hard to put away despite that I had to check up every third page or so because of the weird lines that apparently formed words.<br><br>I bit my lip near the end of it, not wanting it to end. Reading in a car was a real pain really, especially when I had to jump between the dictionaries as well. Despite that I picked up a little bit of it, reading the book was still ridiculously hard to read. Yet, it had the biggest impact a book probably ever had on me. It was a strange book, with a weird plotline and all that, though still, I couldn't help loving it, it was incredibly great, and I knew I'd read it again at some point.<br><br>Just when I shut it, I heard Angela talk about sleeping arrangements and I looked up, packing away the dictionaries as well as the book itself, sitting back properly in the car seat again. I got to share room with Edward? This would be great! Though I couldn't say that, it would be dumb and I'd look weird from the first minute, something I most certainly didn't want. "It's fi-" She interrupted me. Out of all the rude things she could have done, she didn't even give me time to respond. Even though we were agreeing, she still opposed me. Though, it was kind of cool though, that she was so certain in her choices that she didn't even need people to get time to respond before ending the discussion. No wonder it was mum that was in the economical pit of despair in this psychotic thing we called society and fair trade. Suspension for disbelief was just words, I wasn't able to believe that the law-system could hit her down so hard. Yet, it did, with the iron fist of justice. Pfft, justice. Yet another meaningless word.<br><br>The house was amazing. A piece of architecture I had never seen anything similar too. The lines felt like they were just paced in the ground upon the first look, making it uneven and about to fall. However, after closer inspection, I could see both how well constructed it was and how incredibly cool the building was. It felt less and less weird and more and more... Well, cool was the most fitting word, without using meaningless words like incredible. Despite that I'd miss all my friends, I could still contact them through the macbook in my bag, barely saved from the loansharks, using that they were obligated to have a laptop at school, and that it wasn't paid down yet. So since they technically didn't own their laptops, they still belonged to the state, they were saved. That was about it though, anything else that was expensive enough to be insured was taken, which was kind of a shit feeling.<br><br>After stepping out of the car, I took my backpack which had till then been between my legs over my shoulders, before walking over to the van with the bags and such. At the moment I was wearing a pair of simple jeans,&nbsp; not especially tight-fit or sexualized, as well as a rather boring red-ish floral top. On my feet, a pair of simple, thin shoes. Why would I want anything thick anyways? It'd just be warm, I wasn't that concerned with the current fashions, if people liked me and thought I was cute the way I was, it was perfect. The letter from the doctor was tucked somewhere in my backpack as well. I look over at Edward and nod towards the van to avoid being too obvious towards mother, I highly doubted that Angela would comment anything we did really, she didn't know us after all.<br><br>I took one of my own bags as well as one of Edwards and threw them over to him, before taking two bags of a more or less similar size, but that I knew was lighter. I smiled and started to walk towards the large house, giving one of the two servants a light wave. I wasn't sure which one of the duo it was, but it didn't matter though, there was close to zero percent chance that I'd be straight out asked "What's my name?"<br><br>I headed upstairs and looked around, trying to remember. I hadn't seen any veranda up front, so I guessed it had to be on the back. I ended up with walking through mother's room and through the balcony, which had a beautiful view, for then to find the twin room that me and Edward would be sharing from now on. I also found the door that we would probably have used, so I left it open before walking downstairs again to pick up the one last bag. I had to practically crawl into the van to reach it, but I grabbed it with one hand and pulled it with me. It was all for the sake of looks naturally. If it wasn't for the fact that there were new people around me, I'd naturally command Edward to go down and get it. However, as it was not, it'd look better if I picked it up.<br><br>The room was surprisingly spacious for a twin room, I hadn't thought about it before then. It had more space than an average twin room would, but then again, the house had more size than an average house had as well. I fell back on the bed closest to the bathroom and sighed slightly while I looked up at the roof. I couldn't help smiling though. The bed was comfortable, surprising considering that the room probably had never been used so the beds had then again probably never been tested.<br><br>"Hey, Edward. How do you think this'll be?" I asked, looking up at the roof. "I think it'll be good really, though I'm curious of what Angela meant earlier when she talked about the bottom floor. I only picked up about half of it, but it was something about... Gah, I don't remember... What did she say about it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A very strange family (IC) [Chrys, Hai, Reaper and Serp]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>King Serperior</strong> on <strong>14-12-2013, 20:27:35</strong>
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				EDWARD HUGHES<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20130909183918/maditsmadfunny/images/d/de/Zac_efron.jpg)</div><br>No matter how much I tried to not think of it, my mind went back to the same conversation repeatedly.&nbsp; It happened just a week ago after I informed my boss at the local GameWare, a gaming store solely for PC games and is run by GameStop, that my family couldn't stay in that location for any longer.&nbsp; Luckily, the guy was understanding and had me wait outside his office while he made a few calls, pulled a few strings.&nbsp; Eventually, he called me in and said that the guy he called ran a large GameStop close to where I said I was moving to.&nbsp; I was to expect a call on Wednesday two weeks from now, enough time to get settled in before the interview.<br><br>As the memory ended, I sighed and looked back down at my newest acquirement, a murder mystery novel written by a John Lutz, a bestselling author, <em>"Weren't they all, these days?&nbsp; Weren't they all....'</em>&nbsp; Thusfar, it was a very good read.&nbsp; It was a story about a madman dubbed as "The Night Sniper" who gunned down men and women, no matter their age or ethnicity all for some currently unknown agenda.&nbsp; All that stands against the man was a detective by the name of Repetto.&nbsp; <br><br>I glanced over at my sister, Debbie, and noticed that her eyes had just very slightly narrowed, which explained why she was so quiet.&nbsp; That book, ("Human Disqualification", was it?), had stolen away most of her attention from most everything for a while now.&nbsp; From the looks of it, she was nearly done.&nbsp; Shrugging, I returned my attention to my book.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"....Now I know you twins are a bit old, but would you be okay sharing a room?&nbsp; Then your mum can have the room next to that shares a balcony with your room."</strong>&nbsp; said my aunt, Angela.&nbsp; My head jerked up from my book quickly, as would be expected from someone who had that bombshell dropped on them, <em>'I...have to share a room with Debbie?'</em>&nbsp; Aloud, however, I started speaking after Debbie's answer was interrupted and there was a moment of silence, <strong>"It's fine, so long as we have enough space for our things."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>Eventually, we reached the house, if someone could even call it a house.&nbsp; The place was huge, easily big enough to place the old home in and still have room for a home on the next floor!&nbsp; As the van pulled to the stop, I opened the door and slung my backpack over my shoulder before stepping around the vehicle to get a better view of the place that we were going to call home for an unknown period of time.&nbsp; I turned around, trying to get a glimpse of everything.&nbsp; I could not wait to take a dip in the pool.&nbsp; We never had one at our old home and the public pool was not what one would call very clean.<br><br>As I turned back to the van, I caught Debbie's eye and the nod to the van.&nbsp; I knew what she was referring to, but didn't make any other moves except walking casually back to the vehicle.&nbsp; No sooner than I walked behind the van did Debbie toss a couple of bags at me.&nbsp; I very nearly dropped them, but I managed to hold on to them.&nbsp; Judging by their weight, I was going to have to carry the heavier ones.&nbsp; I rolled my eyes at Debbie, knowing mum was nearby.&nbsp; Had to act like a normal brother who had to deal with his sister, right?&nbsp; <br><br>As we headed into the house, we passed the two servants, Debbie waving at them and I nodding a greeting.&nbsp; I had no idea which was which, so I dubbed one Alpha and the other Beta.&nbsp; Not like I was going to ask who they were, especially as they didn't ask us.&nbsp; <em>'Then again,'</em> I thought, <em>'Perhaps they already know what our names are.</em>'&nbsp; I shook my head and allowed Debbie to take the lead.&nbsp; She always seemed to know where to go when we went somewhere.&nbsp; Directions were not my strong suit in the matter.<br><br>I paused as we passed through the balcony, taking a deep breath.&nbsp; I always believed that the air was cleaner the higher one went and was thankful that our room was on the second floor.&nbsp; I shook myself and continued walking through the floor, eventually finding the twin room.&nbsp; Debbie flew by me, heading downstairs.&nbsp; Normally, I'd be the one to get things, but we did have to keep up our public appearances.&nbsp; It was obvious to most people that the two of us were close, closer that most brothers and sisters, but most brushed it off as respect for one another.&nbsp; It helped that our father wasn't home as often and that mum was somewhat stressed, if not happy, with her work.&nbsp; Father's death seemed to make the cover even stronger for our public relationship.<br><br>While I waited for Debbie, I set her bag by her bed and placed my bags on the foot of mine.&nbsp; Debbie, as usual, got dibs on everything we shared and took the bed nearest to the bathroom.&nbsp; As she was walking in, I took a look inside, <em>'Nice...very, very nice.&nbsp; Shower is quite large, looks like a couple of people could easily fit in there.&nbsp; Room's nearly larger than my room at the old home.'</em><br><br>I turned back to Debbie as she lay down on her bed and started speaking to me, <strong>"Hey, Edward. How do you think this'll be?&nbsp; I think it'll be good really, though I'm curious of what Angela meant earlier when she talked about the bottom floor. I only picked up about half of it, but it was something about... Gah, I don't remember... What did she say about it?"</strong><br><br>I leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom, fingering the leather collar I wore like I usually did when I was thinking, <strong>"Well, with a larger place such as this, it would certainly be easier to hide our relationship.&nbsp; I personally like the arrangements here, nice rooms, open areas, an actual, clean pool.&nbsp; Knowing Angela, she'll keep mum busy for a few days or a week or more.&nbsp; Mum always said she enjoyed greater freedom than she did, so she may help her wind down.&nbsp; While that's going on, we can check the place out better? ~"</strong>&nbsp; I paused as I tried to remember what was said about a bottom floor, <strong>"~ Hmm, I don't really know.&nbsp; I think she said something about room arrangements being made, but whoever stays down there won't be able to sleep?"</strong>&nbsp; I shook my head as my words came out more like a question than a statement, <strong>"To be honest, I was reading that novel and somewhat drowned them out."</strong><br><br>I walked back over to my bed and opened a bag, fishing out one of the softer leather collars I had and exchanged the one on my neck with the new one.&nbsp; I'd been wearing that one for a few days and I couldn't seem to get used to it.&nbsp; I figured it was the way it was made compared to the others, but Debbie liked it, so I kept it.&nbsp; Still, I much preferred the one she gave me for our last birthday, the one I was just placing on.<br><br><strong>"So, what do you think we should do, hmm?&nbsp; Check out the pool?&nbsp; Take a look around the place we'll be calling home?&nbsp; Or should we just relax for a while?"</strong>&nbsp; I asked with curiosity.&nbsp; The house was much more than I had expected, despite being told that it wasn't like any home we had been to before.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A very strange family (IC) [Chrys, Hai, Reaper and Serp]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>14-12-2013, 22:10:37</strong>
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				<strong>Angela Corbett</strong><br><br>The van was unloaded in record time, I guess because there wasn't that much in it. The twins vanished upstairs and Beth followed them more slowly. Poor Beth. In more than one sense of the word, now, of course, but still. I don't think she resented my success, so much as she deplored her own lack of it. Of course, I could be wrong on that one, but... hey, blood is thicker than water. My sister made one mistake in my opinion: She married a looser instead of sticking with her sister. But that was being rectified. Of course it was sad, but hey people die all the time. Shit happens. <br><br>Speaking of water, I heard a bath running as I made my way upstairs. The door to the twins' room was open and I caught the tail end of Edward saying something about relaxing. I grinned and tapped on the door as i walked in. "Hey kids. Settling in okay? Couple of things. Dinner's at seven, but it's casual. I'm having Louise do a cold buffet, so you can come down whenever you like. However that's the other thing, I have a gig to go to tonight and I was wondering if you'd like to come? I can't promise it'll be any good, but hey, that's what I do..."<br><br>It was too. My job was not the most enjoyable in the world, as a lover of good music, but basically I was paid a lot of money by Kiwi Records to go to gigs of new, undiscovered bands, usually in student bars, and "Discover" them. In other words, I'm a talent scout. It's a cut-throat business too. There are a lot of record labels out there, all looking to sign recording contracts with the best new bands. All looking to discover that new sound, the new thing that would take the world by storm.<br><br>"It's a band called... uh..." I checked my phone for the text I'd got that morning. "... The Upstart Freaks". God, just the name was enough to put me off, but hey, the name don't mean jack shit. Lets face it, who would ever have thought that <em>Johnny and the Moondogs</em> would go on to become the biggest group of all time! The last thing I wanted was to be another Dick Rowe! "Anyway, if you want to come, you'll need to be on timer for dinner, okay?"<br><br>I waited for their answer, and then went to investigate the sounds of running waer coming from Beth's bath room, saying in parting. "Make yourselves at home. Debbie, if you want the key to the basement, ask Robyn. She can lend you one for now, and if you want your own I'll get you one cut."<br><br>I headed back out of the door, wondering whether they would make use of the various equipment down there. I was sure I was right about them. In the mean time, I wandered into Beth's room, and pushed the door to the bathroom open. Beth was there, in the bath, gorgeously naked. I swallowed hard. This would be a take-it-slow thing. She had her eyes closed, just enjoying the hot water. I smiled and sat on the edge of the bath, and flicked water at her face.<br><br>"Hey sis?" I said softly. I ignored her reaction to me being in her bathroom, and just smiled at her. "Come on, it's not like we haven't shared a bath before!" I told her with a chuckle. I put a hand on her shoulder. "How're you doing? Look, I know we've had our differences and I know you outed me to mum and dad, but that's water under the bridge, okay?" I shrugged. "You're my sister, and I love you, and I'm here for you".<br><br>I grinned at her. "You know, that bath looks so tempting, I might just get in there with you..." I sared to undo my blouse and then stopped, giggling, and did the butons up again. "Maybe another time", I told her, then gave her the same news regarding dinner and the gig that I'd given the kids. "If you want to come listen to a brand new sound, you can, but you'll need to be on time for dinner, Okay?"<br><br>With that I smiled at her, controlled my lust and left her to enjoy her bath, heading down stairs to where my small office space was in one corner of the living room, powered up my computer and googled for every scrap of information on the band I could find, which, as usual, wasn't much. While doing so I was listening to some soothing classical music. I needed to keep my equilibrium, and Bach is a great way to do so, I have found.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A very strange family (IC) [Chrys, Hai, Reaper and Serp]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>02-02-2014, 16:09:24</strong>
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				BETHANY HUGHES<br><br><em>Mmm, this is what the doctor ordered… a nice hot sudsy bath…</em> I lay in the water, drifting away peacefully, for a short while my cares and worries pushed aside.<br><br>Then I heard a sound and opened my eyes. I was a bit surprised, Angela was sat on the edge of my bath. She must move around this place like a cat, I hadn't heard a thing. I hadn't locked the door, it had never entered my head to. People didn't wander into en-suite bathrooms where the door was closed without knocking.<br><br>Apparently Angela wasn't 'people'. Sure, it was her home but this was a guest room. Then again… we were sisters. I wasn't unduly bothered though I did wonder if she'd do the same to Debbie and Edward. And why <em>had</em> she put them in the same room? A little old to be sharing surely? I needed to ask her about that.<br><br>Angela made her peace with me which wasn't necessary, we'd resolved that long ago and her actions of the last few days and weeks were proof enough that she bore me no grudges.<br><br>"Mm, I'm better now. Thanks to you. Thanks for everything Ange."<br><br>She was in her usual frivolous mood, making jokes about joining me in the bath. To be frank I couldn't really care right now, my mind was too occupied by other problems. She could climb in and soap my back – and my front – for all I cared, it'd make no difference. She was always like this, this earthy foxy kind of person, never hesitating to make her sexuality obvious.<br><br><em>To be straight with you Ange, there's a time and a place for everything and right now is neither.</em><br><br>She stopped teasing me and told me about her plans for the evening. I was feeling sorry for myself and wasn't really in the mood.<br><br>"Thanks," I answered her, "I'll think about it."<br><br>She went out. I looked at the clock above the sink mirror. It told me I had an hour still. I slid down into the bubbles until they tickled my nose.<br><br><em>I'm grateful to you Angie, truly I am, but right now I don't need your games. My life just got royally fucked over. I need time to deal with it. Please?</em><br><br>Forty-five minutes later I was out, dried, perfumed and dressed. I'd just slipped into my simple black silk kimono, loosely tied the belt and pushed my toes into my high–heeled mules. I went downstairs and gawped like a kid at the beautiful house. It was stunning, like it just popped out of the pages of a magazine. The design and the quality and the style just made my dark mood get darker and with a weak smile and hello to my sister I sat down, accepted a glass of sherry and waited for the kids to join us.<br><br>Either Batman or Robyn was in the kitchen serving up the buffet meal. She wore her long-skirted maids dress and I idly wondered if she flew across London by umbrella and dated chimney sweeps in her spare time. I smiled at the thought and took another gulp of sherry. Mm, that was doing the trick. Alcohol on an empty stomach, way-hay! Yes! The booze made my mood lift and for one irreverent moment I wondered what Robyn or Batman wore under her skirts. Knowing Angie she'd have on the full set of crinolines, stockings and garters, part of the "working uniform" her kinky boss dictated. Black or white stockings I wondered? I sighed. I loved my sister very much, but why did she have to be so damn <em>mucky</em> all the time?
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				Title: <strong>Re: A very strange family (IC) [Chrys, Hai, Reaper and Serp]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>16-02-2014, 16:38:06</strong>
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				DEBBIE HUGHES<br><br>There was a lot to swallow, no doubt. I wasn't quite sure how I felt about sharing the room. While it was of course nice in some ways, I appreciated some privacy as well. However, the house was plenty big enough to throw out Edward for a while if I wanted some time for myself. And if not, I could always blindfold him or whatever, I was sure he wouldn't mind. And even if he did, that was his problem, not mine. And if even that didn't help, I could lock him out on the balcony or whatever, something.<br><br>Edward confessed that he hadn't been paying too much attention to Angela either, leaving the both of us unknowing of what the cellar contained. Well, since I hadn't done any better than him, I didn't have a legit reason to yell at him. And besides, I was sure we could find out soon enough, we just had to ask one of the slav- servants for the keys. Why did it need a key anyways? Like, what was so shameful that it needed to be locked behind doors? Damn, my curiosity would be the death of me, but I genuinely wanted to see what was there so bad now, I would have to ask for the keys sooner or later. Who did Angela direct us to again?<br><br>Speaking of the sun, Angela appeared in the doorway. I should have guessed, my kind of luck, the one that had no meaning whatsoever, but still was appreciated. Did that make any sense? No? Great. She asked us if we were settling in. Of course we were, we had been in this room in five minutes and hadn't even opened our bags. Of course we were settling in. At the very least, we had picked who would have what bed. Or rather, I had picked, while Edward had bitten the sour apple... Again, and didn't fight my decision, which I appreciated.<br><br>She was asking us if we wanted to go to some amateur gig somewhere. Now, the real question was if I wanted to go there. She had a lot more refined ears than I had. Our opinions could differ, but then again, everyone was allowed to have their own opinion, and all in all, it was probably an alright way to get to know the mysterious woman better.<br><br>"Well... I don't think either of us have any plans..." I start. I didn't want to make it too obvious that in the end, I had the veto when it came to decision making between the two of us. "Unless something comes up, then sure, I guess we'll tag along, if it's not too much of a bother that is" I replied to her, looking at the older woman. She most certainly still had the looks on her side, like the rest of the family.<br><br>Upon second thoughts, I wasn't too sure if I wanted to tag along though. Thje band name hurt my soul, slicing away a decent bit of it. Honestly, the world needed an entire army of people knowing how to name stuff, because seriously, bad names killed appeal like nothing else.<br><br>So it was Robyn I would have to ask. Now, there was only one complex left that had to be solved... Which one was Robyn?! Good grief, couldn't name tags become standard policy in society? I was just as far as before, having no idea which one was the much desired Robyn, and it would undoubtedly be embarrassing to ask the wrong one for the keys.<br><br>After Angela left, I looked back at Edward. "Well, I guess we've found out what we'll do tonight..." I respond, sighing. "Listening to some probably shitty band with an aunt we barely knew we had, wondering what's in the cellar of the house" I sigh loudly. "Well, we won't have to wonder what to do for the rest of the night at least..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A very strange family (IC) [Chrys, Hai, Reaper and Serp]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>King Serperior</strong> on <strong>02-03-2014, 17:45:43</strong>
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				EDWARD HUGHES<br><br><br>The question was barely out of my mouth when Angela walked into the room, asking how we were settling in.&nbsp; I glanced at Debbie as a force of habit before quickly looking back at Angela.&nbsp; I was about to say something when my sister started ahead of me, <strong>"Well... I don't think either of us have any plans...&nbsp; Unless something comes up, then sure, I guess we'll tag along, if it's not too much of a bother that is"</strong>&nbsp; I nodded in agreement, <strong>"I don't think we have plans,"</strong> I say, nearly parroting Debbie, <strong>"But I wouldn't mind coming.&nbsp; Even if this band sucks, it can't be worse than it's name."</strong>&nbsp; I laugh a little, but it sounded hollow, even in my ears.&nbsp; I honestly really didn't want to go, but the way Debbie said it meant that I didn't have a choice, not that I ever did.&nbsp; <br><br>With the decision already apparently made, Angela walked out with a passing comment, <strong>"Make yourselves at home. Debbie, if you want the key to the basement, ask Robyn. She can lend you one for now, and if you want your own I'll get you one cut."</strong>&nbsp; Once she was out of earshot, I turned to Debbie as she complained my very same sentiments about the band.&nbsp; I nodded, <strong>"Yeah, I want to know what's down there as well.&nbsp; Angela seems to <em>want</em> us to check it out as soon as we can, but she keeps seemingly to pretend to not be suggesting it."</strong>&nbsp; I sigh and sit down on my new bed, shaking my head, <strong>"Think we should go see which one is 'Robyn?'&nbsp; It wouldn't do to ask the wrong one, so we could just ask both who is who.&nbsp; I mean, Angela didn't really point out who was who."</strong><br><br>I lay back on the bed, my hands behind my head, staring at the ceiling, thinking about that mysterious basement.&nbsp; After a couple of moments of silence, I got off the bed and, with more energy than I thought I had, started putting everything I brought away.&nbsp; The room wasn't as well designed as we would have hoped as there was only a single closet and set of dressers, so I began to place my folded boxers, shorts, and pants into the lower two, leaving the upper three for Debbie.&nbsp; Every time we had to share something like this, she always wanted me to be lower than her, which is what I eventually came to prefer too.&nbsp; The very last thing that I pulled from the bottom of my bag was something that Debbie gave me for our last birthday.&nbsp; It was folded into a little triangle, a pair of black-laced panties.&nbsp; However, she didn't make me wear them yet and father had died days later.&nbsp; I placed them underneath the clothes in the lowest drawer, but I made sure that Debbie knew I brought them.&nbsp; Knowing her, I would be wearing them soon enough.<br><br>As soon as I was finished, I began to hang up my shirts and jeans, placing them in the far left corner of the closet.&nbsp; Debbie and I always had a "66/33" rule where I always received 33% of what we shared.&nbsp; It was more than I thought Debbie would give me, but less than I would have wanted.&nbsp; But I took it in stride.&nbsp; She was my sister and I really couldn't say no, even when she had me do things I didn't want to do like helping her cheat on her schoolwork, giving her most of my money, and lying to my friends about things she wanted me to lie about.&nbsp; It wasn't that I didn't wish it was different, but rather that she always seemed to be in control of everything in life.&nbsp; <br><br>As soon as I was done, I was done, I started to take her clothes out, lingering on her panties a little longer than a brother should have, placing them where she told me to place them.&nbsp; Debbie wasn't lazy by any means, but I have come to enjoy doing for her.&nbsp; It was oddly relaxing.&nbsp; However, this left me with having better household skills than she ever had.&nbsp; I could cook and clean much faster and better than she did.<br><br>After about ten minutes, I managed to put everything in their right spots.&nbsp; I sat down on my bed and looked over at Debbie, <strong>"So, Sis, what should we do now?&nbsp; That concert isn't for another few hours."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A very strange family (IC) [Chrys, Hai, Reaper and Serp]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>21-03-2014, 01:11:33</strong>
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				<strong>Angela Corbett</strong><br><br>The kids were dubious about the concert, that was clear when they finally arrived at dinner. That my sister wasn't interested in going didn't really surprise me. I had the distinct impression I was going to need to use sterner measures to break her out of her mood. She used to be such <em>fun</em> before she started dating that looser.<br><br>Well, we ate fairly quickly, because we needed to drive back into the city, and get there in time to hopefully catch the warm-up act too. I'd had a couple of interesting signings from bands who were supporting the one I'd actually been told to see. "Look", I told the kids, "seriously, if The Upstart Freaks' music is as bad as their choice of name, I will be the first one to get up and walk out. You know why? Because that's my job! I go to a lot of concerts and pub gigs, and most of them are tolerable. Some of them are pretty dire. Every so often I find one that is actually good, and that one is the one that pays for all of this!" I swept my hand around indicating the luxurious kitchen we were sat in.<br><br>On the drive into Wellington, this time in my Beamer, I tried to make small talk, get to know them a bit. "How's school?" "What sort of music do you like?" "Do either of you do sports?" That sort of thing. Well, we made it to the venue, and i parked up and led the kids to the door. I walked straight past the teenagers queueing to get in, walked up to the bouncer and pulled out my ID, listing me as an employee of Kiwi Records and clearly sating that all entrance fees should be billed to them. "Hi Garry", I said to the big bruiser blocking my way. "This lot any good, d'you know?"<br><br>Garry shrugged, and nodded at the queue. "Kids seem to like em, Miss Corbett. Who're these?" He nodded at Edward and Debby.<br><br>"My nephew and niece, They're saying with me for a while. Their dad just died, you see, and I'm helping their mum get back on her feet. I thoght this might cheer them up a bit, you know?" <em>There, kids, learn a lesson</em>, I thought as Garry ushered us all in. <em>If you have a sob-story, then milk it. It will get you favours you wouldn't believe!</em> I led Ed and Deb to the table at the front and ordered drinks, then we sat and waited for the entertainment to start.<br><br>The supporting band was awful. I mean truly dreadful. They were trying to do a cross between hip-hop and punk, and it just didn't work, sorry. Fortunately the crowd thought so too and they were getting stuff thrown at them by the end of their second number. Gerry and the other bouncers were kept busy stopping people throwing dangerous stuff like bottles, but they allowed the throwing of food items!<br><br>The dreadful supporting act was dragged off after their third number, thank goodness and some otally unfunny comedian came on while the roadies changed the equipment and removed the worst of the debris from the stage,and then it was the turn of The Upstart Freaks.<br><br>And you know what? They weren't half bad! hey did a passable cover of one of Robbie Williams hits and another of one of George Michaels, but most of their stuff was original, at least as far as I could tell. The lyrics were explicit to the point of being pornographic, mostly about sex and drugs. That would never get past the radio censors, I knew, but we (that is, the record company) could work with them to tone it down while still getting the message across. The beat was catchy and when they finished... Damn! I was humming one of their original tunes as I stood up and, instead of heading to the exit with the rest of the crowd, headed towards the stage entrance, beckoning Eddie and Debbie to follow. "Come on, let's go meet some soon-to-be millionaires". I told them. "And remember, you met them before they were famous!" <br><br>I grinned. What I would have given to have met the four members of that band I mentioned earlier, <em>Jonny And The Moondogs</em>, before John, James, George and Richard became famous...<br><br>I had my hand on the door handle to the dressing room when another hand grabbed my wrist. "Hey, what are you three doing back here? You can't go in there! Get out before I call the cops!"<br><br>I looked up ayt he unfriendly face of a bouncer I didn't know and smiled sweetly. "Actually, yes I can", I told him and again produced my ID card. "Now if you value your job, and any future employment anywhere, I strongly recommend you remove your hand from my person!"<br><br>He looked, realised who - or more accurately, what - i was, and stepped away, dropping his hand to his side and stammering an apology.<br><br>"Thank you", I said, then olpened the door to the band's dressing room. "Oh, they're with me". I indicated the kids with my thumb.
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