A Weekend at Uncle Lou's (Lindra and Doomsday)
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				Title: <strong>A Weekend at Uncle Lou's (Lindra and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 10:32:42</strong>
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				The music was loud in the little car, and some might wonder if James was playing complete attention to he road. He was a self-proclaimed music addict, unable to really go anywhere without a CD, an mp3 player, or at least a working radio. Even as he pulled into his aunt and uncle's house, he was looking for a new song, even though he would be getting out of the car momentarily. The little Chevy Impala was a strain on James... standing 6'6", his legs were the first things to ache, but it was all he could really afford. He looked into the rearview mirror as he put the car into park and turned off the engine. He was not unattractive, but he was almost unbearably shy. Short brown hair and matching brown eyes stared him back as he pulled the keys from the ignition and stepped out of the car, which after a 50 mile trip like this felt like emerging from a clown car.<br><br>He stretched his legs out a bit before knocking on the front door, but he had hardly rapped once on the door when his aunt and uncle swung it wide open, walking past him with traveling cases tucked under their arms. The pair bickered at each other passive-aggressively, not raising their voices but their words were made to scorn. Uncle Louis looked particularly irritated, but he softened his expression for his nephew's sake and pulled two crisp Benjamin Franklin's from his pocket, handing it over to James. "Everything is set up for you inside, we really have to get going. There's a paper on the fridge with everything you need!" The couples'&nbsp; argument was reduced to silence when the two of them climbed into their vehicle and shut the doors... Luckily for him, he didn't have any questions for the either of them, and he stepped through the front door which they had left ajar.<br><br>He had a bag of clothes for himself, in the trunk of his own car, but he would grab them later. The first thing on his mind was a cold can of pop, which uncle Lou always kept well stocked. After he cracked a can open, he called up the stairs, where his cousin's bedroom was located. "Hey, Vanessa, you up there?" While he waited for her answer, he check the kitchen cupboards, stocked full. If worse came to worse he could just order pizza, but that would be dipping into his fresh hundred dollar bills, and such a glorious piece of paper was almost too precious to spend. They would survive on macaroni and cheese if they had to, he was saving this money for more important endeavors.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend at Uncle Lou's (Lindra and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lindra</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 11:07:14</strong>
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				Vanessa was a strange girl, and there wasn't a question in her mind that that was one of the sources of her parents arguments. Typically things like that put alot of strain on the relationship of the two people that gave birth to that creature. Her cousin had been appointed guardian to make sure she didn't set anything on fire or what have you, while her parents were away for a week. When he drove up she had been laying in her room on her bed, reading. Jumping off of the bed she crouched in front of the window, peaking out. She hadn't seen this relative in quite some time, and she was curious about how he looked now. <br><br>Vanessa had long black hair that curled at the small of her back. In a stark contrast, her skin was like porcelain and quite pale. Today she was wearing a black tank top and dark blue denim shorts. Her sharp grey eyes watched as the money exchange was made, and her parents drove off as James went inside. With the scene ended, she was going to go back to her bed and read until she heard James shouting up. She walked out of her room and down the hall to the top of the stairs. Grinning, she replied, "Ello there James. Can I help you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend at Uncle Lou's (Lindra and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 11:22:38</strong>
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				James smiled at the cute little cousin that stood before him. It had been close to a year since they had seen each other, not since his parents had thrown the annual Christmas party at his house. He remembered as a young child with his other cousins, throwing skittles into her playpen when her parents were turned the other direction. With their big wallets, Uncle Lou and aunt Marie had tried to raise Vanessa on organic and nutritious foods, but it was hard to show her a good example when they didn't eat it themselves. "Just wanted to say what's up... What's up?" He took another sip of the Dew and set it on the counter and grabbing a bag of pretzels out of the cupboard, holding them out to her if she were interested.<br><br>Those gray eyes were almost unnerving, so James did his best to avoid direct eye contact with her without appearing awkward. Instead, he looked past her at the television, which his uncle had left on, still playing Sportscenter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend at Uncle Lou's (Lindra and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lindra</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 11:42:03</strong>
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				Vanessa grinned at seeing him full on, and not out through a window. He was alot more attractive than she remembered. That was always an added bonus with somebody that you were going to be spending a decent amount of time with. She started walking down the stairs getting to the bottom she looked and watched his eyes, smiling to herself, "Nothing much is up. Between reading and watching my parents argue it's been pretty boring until you showed up. What's up with you, James?" Grabbing the remote, she put the TV on mute, preferring to be able to focus on people when they spoke, and not liking Sportscenter a whole bunch, then turned her attention back to her cousin. She also thanked him and munched on a few pretzels.
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				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 11:56:07</strong>
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				He frowned and ground his teeth when she muted the television, but decided it wasn't a big deal. He sat up on the counter; Aunt Marie would throw a fit if she saw him now. James took another sip of his soda, mulling over what sort of answer he would give her. "Well... I'm in college, but you knew that. I don't know, nothing is really ever up with me. Just living life, one boring day after another." It occurred to James that he really didn't know his cousin that well. School was out for the summer, so there went another topic for conversation. "So, well, what's there to do around here?" He asked, hopping off the counter and strolling over to the living room, dropping into the leather sofa quite ungraciously.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend at Uncle Lou's (Lindra and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lindra</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 12:04:33</strong>
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				Arching an eyebrow delicately as she watched his reaction, since they had been holding a conversation she hadn't thought that it would have bothered him.&nbsp; Listening intently as he summed up his life, she didn't really learn anything that sparked an interest.&nbsp; It struck her as odd that he would ask a question and walk away, so she ventured a wild guess that he wasn't feeling that talkative right now. Vanessa replied simply, "Nothing." Then she unmuted the TV and went upstairs.&nbsp; Along with trying to raise her on organic and nutritional food, her mother with the liberal arts degree had the idea to not let their daughter watch television. This one had actually taken, now it was just a source of irritation for the most part. Hopping back onto her bed upstairs she started reading again. 
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				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 12:28:56</strong>
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				It was not the smoothest conversation he had ever had, nor the most un-awkward. Well, at least she was his cousin, and not some girl he was trying to impress; he couldn't really give a damn if she thought he was a loser, blood was thicker than water. The rest of the night he watched television and listened to his mp3 player, occasionally checking in on his cousin. His resolve had wavered and he broke the $100 by ordering a pizza for the two of them, which they shared happily over their sodas. That night he slept in his uncle's bedroom, sprawled out on top of the blanket after dipping into their bottle of rum, secreted beneath the kitchen sink... It was hardly a secret, as James had found it looking for paper towels.<br><br>The next morning he woke up close to noon, a dull headache in the back of his head, which he sought to remedy with a pair of ibuprofen and a cold soda. He was voracious for the sugary drinks; his own family had grown accustomed to pinching pennies, so soft drinks were now on the 'luxury' list. The rest of the day passed almost as uneventful as the second one, though he was a bit more sociable towards Vanessa now. For dinner, he cooked a specialty of his... Pizza rolls, baked in the oven. Nobody could ever accuse James of knowing how to cook real food. He pulled out the bottle of rum, still near full; if worse came to worse, he could buy a new bottle if Vanessa's parents would have missed it. He left the rolls on the sheets to cool, setting the rum beside them. "'Nessa," he called. "You've never drank before, have you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend at Uncle Lou's (Lindra and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lindra</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 12:42:17</strong>
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				Being an only child, she had gotten a late start on social development. It had taken her a little while to warm up to James and his presence in her house. He was alot more fun to have around than anybody that she had experienced yet, even if he couldn't cook. Walking in from the next room, where she had been flipping through a magazine she grinned at seeing the Pizza Rolls, "You do know that I can cook, if we run out of pizza related items to eat..These smell really good though." <br>At hearing his question, she looked appraisingly, seeing the bottle of rum out, "No, I haven't." Smiling and glancing up at him with a curious look on her face, "Is it worth the hangover afterward?"
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				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 12:54:44</strong>
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				"Hey, I like pizza," he said in a mocking pout. He hadn't known that she was decent at cooking... His younger sister was about her age, and she was pathetic at doing the simplest things when it came to cooking. "Well, maybe tomorrow for breakfast, you can show me what you can do?" He asked, though he probably wouldn't be awake during breakfast time. During the summers he was accustomed to sleeping in well past noon; he had only woken up before 12 today because of the unfamiliar bed beneath him. "You won't get a hangover if you don't drink too much. It tastes even better if you mix it with Coca Cola, if you want a glass with 'dinner'." He pulled a pair of glasses from the cupboard, pushing them towards her. "Fill it less than half with rum; the rest, coke. I have to go wash up, go ahead and put the pizza rolls onto some plates."<br><br>Earlier, he had mowed a bit of their lawn out of sheer boredom, but the sun pounded on him, giving his headache a bit more sting, as well as giving him some terrible B.O. He would be presentable enough if he just washed his face, he said to himself as he shut the bathroom door, turning the water on hot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend at Uncle Lou's (Lindra and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lindra</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 13:08:21</strong>
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				He had said that he was going to wash up, she went to the bathroom quickly and knocked on the door, "James, if you're washing up could you please put on some deoderant or <em>something</em>? Preeeettttty please?" She tried to sound as nice and cute as possible, and maybe he would do her that favor. If she were really lucky, he would just shower.<br>Vanessa had an idea in her mind, but she hasn't been able to try it just yet. As she walked into the kitchen, she decided that this seemed like a golden opportunity. She made two of the rum &amp; coke drinks, and into the one intended for her cousin she slipped a white powder that dissolved instantly. It was guaranteed to knock him out for an hour or two. She went about her business, placing pizza rolls on two plates and then waiting for her cousin to show. 
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				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 13:15:43</strong>
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				If it wasn't for her plead, he might have just put deodorant on, but as he looked into the mirror, James thought it might be a good idea to take a brief shower... He was normally a clean freak, but he had felt particularly lazy the last couple days, and it was about that time. Maybe he would just wash his body, he thought to himself, but out of force of habit, he found the shampoo and conditioner bottles on the ledge and after twenty minutes, he stepped out of the shower dripping wet, but now very clean. His clothes were still out in the Impala, so after toweling off a bit, James just threw his old clothes back on, sans briefs. He didn't have a big problem wearing the dirty clothes, but he would rather freeball than to put on dirty underwear again. It was just something he couldn't do, not the obsessive James Hardy.<br><br>Still a bit wet, he left the bathroom and rejoined her at the dining table, the pizza rolls not as warm as they once were, but he enjoyed them either way. Looking at her glass of rum, he asked, "How does it taste?" He himself took a sip of his own glass, and then another. It was just too delicious to delicately sip at like some dinner wine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend at Uncle Lou's (Lindra and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lindra</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 13:23:52</strong>
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				She grinned when she heard the water running, meaning that he was taking a shower. That would save her alot of trouble later, it's hard to bathe unconscious people especially when they're nearly a foot taller than you. <br>When he returned, squeaky clean she smiled brightly at him, "Thank you..." She had waited for him to get out to start eating, or drinking for that matter. Now that he was done, they could have dinner. Taking a sip of the rum and coke she tested it, trying to see if she liked it. Taking another sip, the taste was a little odd but she enjoyed it. Glancing over at him, "It's yummy. Thanks for introducing me to it!" <br>&nbsp;Privately, she wondered how much of the drink he was going to have to consume before the tranquilizer took effect.
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				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 13:29:59</strong>
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				James was a voracious drinker; a pile of growing pop cans were testament to his thirst. He had hardly finished his plate when he set the glass down empty. "It is pretty good, isn't it? Don't tell your parents, though I'm pretty sure you already know not to." He blinked a few times, each time his eyes opened less willingly. Quite stubbornly, James got out of his chair and returned his plate and glass to the sink, and made for the stairs, intent on catching some early shuteye. "I'm heading to bed, be sure to clean up after yourself squirt." By the time James had reached the top of the stairs he had to lean against the railing, though he managed to get into the master bedroom fine enough before flopping down onto the mattress, out in a half-moment. It didn't occur to him how abruptly his weariness had come forth, and Vanessa could hardly count a minute in her head before he was out cold, sleeping too deeply to even snore.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend at Uncle Lou's (Lindra and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lindra</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 14:26:01</strong>
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				Vanessa finished her dinner as she watched the increasing effects of the drugs on her cousin James. Waving good night, she continued eating and finished her dinner, washed the dishes and put them away before she hopped upstairs. She shouted right next to his head, making sure that he was entirely under the influence. Vanessa set to the task of turning him over, onto his back. This was trickier, but could be done. She was just glad that he had passed out up here and not downstairs. <br><br>She appreciated the view as she removed his shirt, and then when she took off his pants. Admittedly she had been surprised that he wasn't wearing boxers though.&nbsp; Now she secured each of his wrists to the bedpost with handcuffs and leather straps, making sure that he wouldn't be able to move no matter how much he struggled. She made sure to tie his ankles together as well. Now she only had to wait. Sitting on the bed next to him, she bit her bottom lip slightly as she let her eyes roam over his form greedily, anticipating what was to come. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend at Uncle Lou's (Lindra and Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 00:01:13</strong>
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				It was well after night when James was roused from his sleep, the tug against his wrists insistent as he tried to turn onto his side. "Hmm?" He snorted, still half asleep, yanking against the handcuffs, the metal bonds rattling against the wooden bedpost. The sudden realization of his situation jolted him awake, and he tried to kick his legs only to find they were similarly secured. A panic settled in on him as he tried to free himself, but the best he could do was to chafe at his wrists. "What the fuck is going on?" He asked to himself, looking around the dark room. "Vanessa, help me!" He yelled, not realizing she was in the same room. James realized he was completely naked, his tall, thin body stretched across his uncle's bed. "What the fuck?" he repeated to himself, delirious.
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