The Tables Turn in an Unfamiliar World
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				Title: <strong>The Tables Turn in an Unfamiliar World</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecily</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 03:01:07</strong>
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				Candice grumbled impatiently, slumping over her desk and scratching out more incorrect math answers. Why did she decide to take math this year, when it was not compulsory? There was some temptation to drop the class, but Candice had never done that before, and was far too stubborn to let something as ridiculous as mathematics defeat her. She wasn't going to let herself get anything short of perfect, to impress her parents and please herself. She knew that her parents would be proud of her regardless; they certainly did not seem impressed with her brother very often. Besides, if she stayed with math, there was the potential of having a cute classmate as her tutor. Granted, there were not many attractive boys that were good in math, but she had already found a few potential candidates.<br><br>Her brother seemed pretty bright with math. He did not get very good marks, though. She knew he wasn't that dimwitted. He seemed to scrape by in school, hang out with the few loners that would allow him to at lunch, and spent most of his time in his room, doing God knows what. Candice was pretty sure that he was playing video games; maybe that World of Warcraft? Probably some of those strange shooting games that her ex-boyfriend was so fond of, too. They were <em>quite</em> peculiar. Between homework, hanging out with her friends, and her extracurricular activities such as her various clubs and cheerleading, she didn't have time to try to understand that.<br><br>Thinking of her brother reminded Candice that she had seen him even less than usual lately. He was holed up in his room, seldom coming out for anything but meals, and even then sometimes he skipped them. If Candice didn't know better, she'd say that he must have discovered something interesting or something he wanted to keep secret. But, no, her brother probably just found some new video game or other weird stuff to do. <br><br>He was an oddball. She couldn't say that she hated him; he was her brother, after all, but she got into fights with him frequently enough, and sometimes really did want to punch him. Well, sometimes she actually did give him a jab when her parents couldn't see. He wasn't a strong guy, or very agile, so Candice could get away with a frustrated smack and stalk off unharmed. Maybe it embarrassed him, but in the heat of the moment, she hardly cared. He could be so irritating! And embarrassing. Why did he have to be such a deadbeat? <br><br>Candice sighed. Maybe she should help him, somehow, but it was difficult. He seemed to resent her at times. Maybe it was because she was greatly favoured by their parents - which she acknowledged and even enjoyed - and because she was quite popular and successful in school, while he wasn't at all. How was it her fault that she was simply far more likeable than him? Boys could be such dimwits at times with their silly egos.<br><br>Just as she was about to start again with her math, she heard a knock on her bedroom door. Of all people, she heard her brother call her name. He seldom came to her door, much less sound so...eager. Was this something to do why he was holed up in his room like a shut-in?<br><br>Frowning thoughtfully, she stood, glancing in her mirror. Her frown deepened. She must have been sitting there longer than she thought; she looked quite crumpled and disheveled. She quickly patted down her long, wavy, pretty red-gold tresses (which was not dyed, only with a few highlights which she would not admit on her deathbed, thank-you-very-much), and straightened out her dark blue dress. Unlike the other cheerleaders on the squad, she did not dress like she was about to work the curb, but that didn't mean that she couldn't wear a dress that was a little short and flattered her slim, athletic body. <br><br>"What is it?" She asked, opening the door curiously. Hopefully he wasn't going to bother her or try to get into an argument - Candice enjoyed winning, but sometimes she'd rather avoid a battle, too. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tables Turn in an Unfamiliar World</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le RandomBloke</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 22:57:51</strong>
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				Just as usual it was almost completely silent in Jack's room, other than the sound of the fans of his computer and the occasional swear words being yelled of course. It was the typical, almost eery atmosphere that could be felt as usual. A permanently locked door was all that stood between his parents and the quiet, extremely messy room. This was his sanctuary, he had fought hard to earn this silence. With his sibling getting all the praise and love, it was only natural he got the exact opposite, constant complaining and moaning about his actions. It had taken him years of ignoring and excessive nonchalance to get his parents to the point that they stopped caring. Of course, it wasn't like it required much effort to ignore them, they were morons anyway.<br><br>Still, he actually had to work for it, just like he had to work for everything he really wanted. Unlike his sister, who got everything thrown at her feet like a spoiled brat, all because she was pretty and had good grades. Big deal, like school tests were hard, all one had to do was read the material over a few times and then repeat what you had read the next day. What a waste of time.. of course, since the average IQ of the people he had to deal with was lower than the bottom of the ocean. Needless to say life could be very frustrating, though Jack had his own way of dealing with it. The future would be bright, sure he wasn't tall or very good looking, but none of that would matter at all.<br><br>Another perfect way for him to work away the frustrations was playing video games with other people just like him. He enjoyed their company at least, just a pity they had to live on the other side of the world. Still, despite how fond he was of his games and in spite of the fact one of them was running right now, his keyboard and mouse were left distinctly untouched today. There was a reason for this of course, the reason was in his right hand, currently lifted towards his ceiling as he was sitting on his bed staring at it. It was a very peculiar thing, so dull yet so fascinating at the same time.<br><br>It was but a simple wooden 'thing', the only way Jack could describe it was calling it a thing anyway. It looked like some sort of container shaped as a ball, what all the markings were on it, was yet another thing he could not figure out. The object probably wouldn't have caught his attention and held it for so long if it weren't for the way he had acquired it.<br><br>Enjoying his occasional Japanese manga, going to the local shop which had many of these wasn't such an irregularity in his life. However, today the usual shop clerk was nowhere to be seen, instead there was what Jack believed to be the shopkeeper's father. Since he spoke not a single word of English, a conversation was out of the question, but the man seemed to insist that this bizarre wooden thing belonged to him. Since it was free, it was hard for him to refuse, not that the old man would take no for an answer. At first he figured he search for it on the internet and perhaps even sell it on Ebay, though once home, well.. there was just something fascinating about it.<br><br>With his headphones on listening to his favourite trance songs, it was like the object itself pulled him into a fantasy. There was something almost magical about this thing, he could feel it, see it, just not prove it. The corners of Jack's lips curled up to a smug grin, this was the perfect thing to show to his sister. Not because he wanted to share his mysterious discovery, no, he just wanted to rub it in her face. After all, living in a family of morons, the little things in life could make a day that more enjoyable.<br><br>Jack jumped off his bed, letting his headphones fall to the floor as he unlocked his bedroom door and started to walk towards Candice's room. As soon as he arrived he knocked her door with the mischievous smirk still plastered all over his face. When the door opened gently, he dangled the wooden 'thing' in front of her face as soon as it appeared. "So how's conquering the <em>oh so</em> difficult math problems?" Jack said finding it hard to hide his amusement, he knew she was struggling with math, something he just so happened to be very good at, but of course he wasn't going to help her! <br><br>"So I've found this rather old and valuable item today and I had this sudden urge to show it to you." he quickly added, making sure to show that he did not actually care about her struggle with mathematics. Rather than letting her have a good look at it, Jack wisely brought 'the thing' back to him, hiding it behind it's back. Sure, this was a 'hit-and-miss' attempt to annoy the living hell out of her and make her jealous or at the very least curious. Though he rated his chances of success to annoy her high, given the wooden object managed to appeal to him as much as it did.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tables Turn in an Unfamiliar World</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecily</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 23:21:56</strong>
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				Candice tried to make a friendly smile at her brother as she opened the door. Truly, she tried to take pity on the poor boy; he really was pathetic, and while she still had a theory that he was adopted or switched accidentally at birth, until it was proven she still had to acknowledge him as her brother. Besides, they used to be somewhat close when they were very young, although she often did not want to admit it. He could be such a nuisance and embarrassment!<br><br>Sure enough, it seemed to Candice that he truly was looking for an argument with her. He was only a bit taller, but Candice summoned up her most indignant glare, putting her hands on her hips, attempting to look intimidating. It was a little difficult when her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment. She did have trouble with math, and her brother didn't have to mock her for it. Maybe she'd help <em>him</em> with popularity if he was actually nice! Phfaw! That was not going to happen anytime soon, he was a jerk! "It's going smashingly well, dear brother. How is your masturbation going over imaginary Japanese schoolgirls? Well? You should probably get used to it. Nobody would want to date <em>you</em>!" Candice said it all with a sickeningly sweet smile. She knew her words were hurtful, but his were too! She wasn't going to let him defeat or bully her. <br><br>Candice was interested with history and historic objects - her brother seemed to assume she was a total ditz, which she certainly was not! - and the brief glance at the item proved that it truly was something at least slightly unique. But she didn't get a very good look at it. Surely, Jack must have stolen it somewhere. Candice wasn't sure if he was a thief, but it wouldn't surprise her. "What is it? Show me! You can't just come to my room and then hide it from me! Stop being so annoying!" Candice pouted, trying to grab at the hand behind his back holding whatever it was that he wanted to pester her about. Perhaps she should have been more patient and nonchalant about it, but she was a naturally curious girl, and sometimes her brother really could get her frustrated despite her best efforts. He may be a boy, but Candice was strong for her size, and he certainly was no jock. <br><br>What was it, anyway? It was likely a piece of rusted junk, but she wanted to see for herself. Even if it was a legitimate object of interest, why would he show it to her? Candice knew that he enjoyed taunting her, but he had been rather withdrawn lately. Surely he did not emerge from his stinky bedroom lair just to pester her with something nonsensical and worthless. Oh, and the look on his face! That smug smirk showed her that he was up to <em>something</em>! But what? She would find out! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tables Turn in an Unfamiliar World</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le RandomBloke</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 00:31:00</strong>
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				Instantly spotting the fake smile given to him, Jack could already tell the pleasure he'd gain from taunting her would grow a thousandfold. No matter how childish others would perceive his actions as, they probably couldn't even begin to grasp how delightful it was to make someone like his sister, who thought she was better than him in so many ways, dance at his tune. Candice was many things, but she didn't disappoint him in her predictability. This was just one of his many ways to prove that he was actually better than <em>her</em>. Sure, she wouldn't realise that he was just toying with her, but since she was so straight forward in her attempts to make him feel bad, it wasn't a complete surprise his sister wouldn't comprehend the subtle art of annoying the living crap out of someone.<br><br>Oh how amusing it was to see her angry, yet with her cheeks so red they could easily blend in between a few tomatoes. "Oh, my masturbation is going quite well, would you like to hear the details?" Jack mockingly asked, not even embarrassed in the slightest due to his attempt to make her 'question' backfire on her, grossing her out was also quite fun. "I'm sure by dates you mean those friends of yours with the brain the size of a peanut." he quickly retaliated to her other insult, he had become nearly immune to these attacks on his social life and looks, it still stung deep down inside, but he had become an expert in not showing it at all. In fact, it only strengthened his resolve and each time it confirmed just why he hated her so.<br><br>"Your words cut me like a dagger though, here I was, your kind brother, ready to share a wonderful and mysterious object given to him and the first thing you do is throw salt in my wounds." Jack said dodging her attempts to grab 'the thing', obviously faking the fact he was really upset and emotionally wounded, throwing one of his failed 'sad faces' at her direction. "You should feel lucky that you have such a nice brother as myself, as I will still show it to you, because unlike you, I can be mature." <br><br>Claiming to be friendly while throwing in an insult in the same sentence? Why not! "Here you go dear sister of mine," he said, still acting like he was the kind and friendly brother being bullied by her sister and showed her 'the thing', "Though let it be clear that this is mine, before that pretty, empty head of yours gets any ideas. You are but a visitor of it's awesome presence." he added, ready to pull it away from her as soon as she was going to try and grab it. The reason he talked like some noblemen out of a disastrous movie was merely another way to grind her gears. All of it just a way for him to see if she was actually that naïve that she would think he'd just give it to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tables Turn in an Unfamiliar World</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecily</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 18:17:35</strong>
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				Her brother was so revolting. He fell for her taunt, and she knew it likely cut deep, but he tried to turn it back on her! Why didn't he just stop trying to defeat her? It wasn't possible. Candice knew he wasn't a dimwit, but it was obvious that she was smarter than him. To her anyway. He did so badly in school, and he certainly was socially retarded. Candice did not enjoy seeing him bullied - she felt like only she had a right to tease her brother, and it was better kept in private - yet she did find herself trying to hide a smile when it happened. He could avoid it so easily if he simply tried to be popular. Surely he could join the nerd group of the school, yet he seemed to even them, for the most part. He didn't even have to like his pretend-friends if he chose. Candice certainly disliked many of her so-called friends, but at least they boosted her popularity level, and the maintenance to keep them as her 'friends' was really quite easy. Oh, she knew so many tricks about high school, but her brother simply was too stubborn to ask her for help. He <em>could</em> be a dimwit at times. <br><br>She could almost hear herself grinding her teeth. She was a little grossed out. "I'd rather not hear the details about some microscopic penis, no," she said the words stiffly, her little hands in fists at her side. At least her insult would likely bother him. Boys were so ridiculous about their penises. Who cared how large they were? It's not like you could see it when you were walking around in public. Candice was baffled by it, yet she used the insult when she had to, since it seemed to bother them so much. She did admit many of her friends were stupid, but she didn't want to tell him that. "Well, at least they're cute," she waved a hand at him dismissively. It's not like people ever got into serious relationships in high school based on anything else but the physical. That was simply unrealistic and ridiculous!<br><br>Candice rolled her eyes at his pitiful attempt to look like a martyr, with his fake sad visage. He looked semi-retarded when he tried that. "As if, Jack. You are one of the meanest people I have ever met. You just came here to try to bother me, and as usual, you failed." Candice grumbled at that. Obviously he had bothered her a bit, otherwise her cheeks would not have been as red as a tomato. Yet she was getting ahold on her blush, now. At least a little. "Someone who is mature would be doing well in school, like me!" Candice stuck her tongue out at him childishly. She was very proud of her grades.<br><br>It did indeed grind her gears. With a huff, she inspected it without touching it. There was something...different...about it, yet she couldn't put her finger on it. It looked like a piece of junk, at first glance, yet there was something faintly unique in it. "Well...I don't know, it seems sort of interesting. It looks sort of like junk though. What's it supposed to do? Some sort of charm?" Truly, Candice could not figure out what it was to be used for. Even a piece of junk usually had some sort of purpose, did it not? 
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				Post by: <strong>Le RandomBloke</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 19:37:08</strong>
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				"My microscopic penis? You mean you've actually looked at it so you can now compare it to others? That is quite disgusting, even for you." another retaliation of an argument set in motion by him. Jack knew this wasn't going anywhere, it never did, they would just keep throwing insults at each other until one of them grew tired or both of them did. As strange as it was, and despite the fact he felt like strangling his sister ninety percent of the time, he still did enjoy these meaningless quarrels. The only thing frustrating about it was her absolute ignorance, just like the rest of his family she was shallow and only looked at the surface of things. Oblivious to what was tucked away underneath.<br><br>Just like the fact that her 'at least they're cute' response made him laugh like a maniac, she probably had no clue what he thought was so funny, the fact that she confirmed that her friends were just brainless jocks and cheerleaders hoping to get through life on their looks. It was hilarious, yet mind-boggling at the same time, if he wasn't such an optimist (which he truly believed he was) he would probably have sunk into a deep depression by now. Even his 'friends' were not up to his standards, though the freaks were at the very least in agreement that everyone else were idiots.<br><br>They all thought they had it figured out, basking in the glory of their youthful ignorance and idiocy. Admittedly, his sister also had a hand in the fact that he wasn't complete depressed yet, she was after all of the worst combinations combined. Thinking she was both physically and mentally better than him, though trying to argue with her otherwise was trying to convince someone religious that his religion is wrong. So he had no choice but to learn how to deal with it, yes, she was probably the main reason why he was so amazing at 'not caring too much'.<br><br>"Oh I'm sorry <em>Candice</em>, I didn't know being able to memorize a few words and sentences until the next day was an amazing feat." Jack said sarcastically, resisting the urge to go into further detail about it. After she acknowledged that 'the thing' was at the very least interesting, there was no need to continue this pointless discussion either. His sister might have been daft, but if even she noticed there was something special about 'the thing', that was all he needed to know that it wasn't just his mind playing tricks on him. "Whatever it is, it's mine, good to know that you're interested in it though, you'll never see it again." Jack said with that typical mischievous smirk of his, hiding 'the thing' behind his back again. Even though he already knew she wouldn't, she had no clue what it was, chances were slim since all she did was read what was in the school books anyway, but still, lingering here was of no longer use. Well, aside from annoying the living hell out of her some more while she was suppose to work on her home work of course.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tables Turn in an Unfamiliar World</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecily</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 23:06:22</strong>
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				Candice sighed in disgust and frustration as her brother seemed to bounce her perfectly good insult right back at her. It was simply so irritating, to have him nattering at her and trying to pick fights repeatedly. Usually she lost patience and stormed off - after trying to ensure that she had the last word, of course - but he was in her room, and she wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of leaving her own space to avoid him. He'd likely mess things up in her room, too. She glared at him as he laughed at her once more, crossing her arms tightly under her breasts. Candice was known to have a short temper sometimes, and this was no exception. <br><br>She tapped her foot on the floor impatiently. It was frustrating that he would not allow her to look at that piece of junk any longer, if only because it could be something more, and also because she did not like being told what she could and could not do. If it was anything of worth, or of interest, her idiot brother wouldn't be able to figure it out. He was too lazy to get out of a chair, usually. "Whatever. See if I care about it. Now get out, before I kick your ass." Candice did not like to resort to violence usually, but her brother was wearing her patience thin. He was <em>so</em> mean. He should be nice to her. He was her brother, and she wasn't mean to him all the time. Before Jack had a chance to leave the room on his own accord, Candice stepped forward, giving him a deceptively strong shove. It felt good. She smiled at him smugly, too. Maybe if she humbled him he'd stop being such an arrogant jerk. 
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