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 Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 3:13 pm
T h e P a t e l H o u s e This is the house of Bryson and Lucifer Patel, and Natalie Hauptman.
The house is currently inhabiting: Bryson Lucifer Natalie
Guest: Joyce Heffer
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 5:49 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 7:22 pm
 í αm thє sσn
αnd thє hєír
σf shчnєss thαt ís crímínαllч vulgαr
í αm thє sσn αnd hєír
σf nσthíng ín pαrtículαr
чσu shut чσur mσuth
hσw cαn чσu sαч
í gσ αвσut thíngs thє wrσng wαч?
í αm humαn, αnd í nєєd tσ вє lσvєd
just líkє єvєrчвσdч єlsє ís.  The two of them had been let off at Bryson's road, and the bus driver and the attendee's gave what they believed to be legitimate reasons. "Ya know we can' go up ther', sonny. Is' naw in oor countract, an, ees vampire country up ther." Bryce rolled his eyes, taking Joyce's bag and his own, and then stepping off ot the bus, looking up the road he had traveled so many times. Each day before he went to hogwarts, he came to this path and walked to the nearest town, just because he didn't know how to call for the wizarding bus, and that made it easier for him to think a little bit. Bryce held onto Joyce's belongings very tight, not wanting Joyce to try to take them out of kindness. It was in a man's place to carry things for a lady, and he knew that to be true. Besides, the road was long and uphill most of the way, so he didn't want to have her pass out with that corset she was wearing.
"It's quite a walk, and it might be a little dark, but I know his forest like the back of my hands. No worries." It didn't matter anyway. Bryce could scare away any creature that came through this forest just by looking at it, as long as he was filled with bloodlust. Bryce took the walk slowly, not to offend Joyce, but to make it easier on himself. He wasn't quite ready to go home yet, and he had to come up with something to tell his father and mother. What if mum wasn't home? What then? He would be in a world of trouble. He cast that thought out of his mind, and he just kept walking up the incline. It started to level out quite a bit, and there was a visible clearing up ahead that was lit up just enough, although the setting sun was making everything more difficult to see, especially with the glare of the snow on the ground. Bryce smiled to Joyce and pointed with his hand still wrapped around his bag up to the clearing. There his house was, and something didn't feel right about it right then. He could already tell that something was just wrong. But, he kept a smooth attitude and a calm face. Nothing would scare him away now.
They came upto the house, the front porch torch lit and blazing brightly. That was another bad sign. His mum always took the torch down when she was home, and he rarely forgot. Maybe she had a long trip home, but since she usually used the flu system, he doubted it. Bryce smiled and reached his hand to the middle of the door. It was a security thing that his mother had set up back when she didn't want other vampires in the house. At that time, only Bryce, Natalie, and Lucifer could get into the house, until Lucifer locked her out for three nights and got into a ridiculous fight with her afterwards. That was one of the more interesting memories Bryce had of his mother and father. Anyway, If you wanted to get into the house, all Bryce had to do was press the right bolt in on the door handle and twist his thumb. It used to leave a mark, but now it was so worn down that even the paint was all scratched off and gone. It looked kind of silly, but hardly suspicious. "The security thing is a long story..."
Bryce let the door swing open after the locks had unlatched magically, and they were in the house. The front Foyer was what the two of them were staring at, and Bryce slid off his shoes, and took off his coat. His mother hated when he kept his shoes on in the house, tracking mud and dirt everywhere. So, they all piled their shoes in the shoe cubbies in the front like muggles. Bryce took Joyce's jacket, and hung it up on the coat rack by the door and smiled. He wasn't sure what her first reaction was going to be of his house, and to he figured that he might want to give her a tour. "So? Any thoughts?" he asked, motioning his arm around the house, setting his bag and her bag against the wall for the time being. One thing that also caught his eye was a pitcher of red liquid sitting out on one of the tables. That was the worse sign he could have had. That meant his mum definitely wasn't home. But, worse, there were guests.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 7:35 pm
Without you, the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows.
Without you, the seeds root, the flowers bloom, the children play.
The stars gleam, the poets dream, the eagles fly, without you.
The earth turns, the sun burns, but I die, without you.
Joyce walked up the hill with Bryce, a bit breathless because of her corset. She smiled all the same though.
The house looked...nice. A bit creepy, but nice. Better than hers, anyways, since she doubted that she'd have to do chores here.
She entered with Bryce and took her coat off, but almost instantly regretted it. It was chilly inside, but she pretend otherwise. Or were those goosebumps from fright? There was something on the table filled with what looked horribly like blood, but other than that she was alright. After all, she'd seen Bryce drink blood before and she was perfectly certain that he wasn't about to harm her. Plus he said that his mother should be home, and she seemed like the type who'd at least be able to control his husband. I mean, Bryce's father wouldn't hurt her...right?
"It's a really nice home you have." She said smiling at Bryce, honestly. It was a big home and it wasn't so old-fashioned like hers. Her house was filled with Victorian things, and nothing magical whatsoever. Since she was muggle-born, nothing was done the easy magical way, as Bryce had seen. She wanted to use her wand for chores, but never could. Ah well, she'd have a nice stay here at least, and that was what she was thinking as she stepped into the home with a warm smile on her face. She'd be shy and polite around his family, her usual dull monotone self. But around Bryce, she was smiling.
Without you, the breeze warms, the girl smiles, the cloud moves.
Without you, the tides change, the boys run, the oceans crash.
The crowds roar, the days soar, the babies cry, without you.
The moon glows, the river flows, but I die, without you. 
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singlikenoonecanhearyou Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 7:55 pm
í αm thє sσn
αnd thє hєír
σf shчnєss thαt ís crímínαllч vulgαr
í αm thє sσn αnd hєír
σf nσthíng ín pαrtículαr
чσu shut чσur mσuth
hσw cαn чσu sαч
í gσ αвσut thíngs thє wrσng wαч?
í αm humαn, αnd í nєєd tσ вє lσvєd
just líkє єvєrчвσdч єlsє ís. [O o c: Lucifer
Alexandra Parker]
Not more than a second after Joyce had finished praising the house did someone step around the corner. God forbid it was his mother. No, of course it wasn't. She was still away at her family's holiday vacation. She'll be back, Bryce. She'll be back. The one that stepped around the corner was no one other than his cousin Alexandra, wearing the ugliest pair of blue contacts he had ever seen. He watched her eyes carefully, and knew exactly what she was doing. She was getting a read on Joyce. It wasn't that she could read minds, but most full vampires could sense people and could tell and study them very quickly, more so than Bryce could. He wrinkled up his nose when he smelled something on Alexandra, telling him that something was going on downstairs. "Lucifer asked me to come up and see what was happening up here, and for a very good reason, ovbiously." Before Bryce could say anything, she turned around and left, off to the basement once again. He sighed, and knew nothing good could happen out of this one.
Bryce turned to look at Joyce, and he started to cover up his mistake. "Okay... so I didn't realize my mum wasn't going to be home right away, but she will be here shortly, I promise you. Besides, Alexandra won't do anything to you. She's... a little different for a vampire... I would tell you specifics, but I find it morbid myself. No worries, like I said, she won't do anything to you." If Parker were here, although Bryce got along great with Parker, he knew something terrible could happen. But, the problem was, when Alexandra was here, it was a 90 percent chance that Parker was here too. He looked around for hints, but couldn't find any. That also meant that his Aunt was here, his fathers older sister, who was not nearly as frightening as his younger sister. This family wasn't that bad, Bryce knew it. He could handle them easily. "To be on the safe side, though, lets get all this stuff upstairs, and I'll take care of.. that..." he said, looking at the pitcher of blood out in front of them. He knew he wasn't supposed to use magic out of school, but this was kind of necessary. Besides, it was for vampire business anyway. He waved his wand and said the locamotor spell that sent the pitcher into the kitchen and out of view for the time being.
Bryce let Joyce up the stairs and to the guest bedroom. He opened the door and saw that the bed was made and everything was in order. That was a good sign, which meant his family was leaving today no matter what. There wasn't even luggage in the room, which was a good thing. Bryce set Joyce's bag down and let her look around the room. "What do you think?" he asked, pointing to different places like the mirror and the extra blankets and such. He could get her anything she wanted in the house, including foor. His mother kept it stocked in the house as if it were just as important as blood, which for her, he guessed it was just as important, if not more important. "If you like this room, and are satisfyed with it, then we can go on a tour of the house." He made this suggestion in hoping he could find more clues about how many people were in the house, if it wasn't just his cousins and Aunt. He really didn't want to scare Joyce.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 8:17 pm
Without you, the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows.
Without you, the seeds root, the flowers bloom, the children play.
The stars gleam, the poets dream, the eagles fly, without you.
The earth turns, the sun burns, but I die, without you.
Joyce smiled weakly at the girl who walked in, but said nothing. She breathed easy when Bryce told her nothing was going to happen, and when he moved the blood. She stayed close to him though, just in case.
The guest bedroom really looked comfortable, she never got a bed when she was at home, anymore. Usually the couch, sometimes the lumpy matress.
"It's great." She said grinning, and flomping down on the bed.
She trusted Bryce to keep her safe, so what could be the harm in a tour?
"Allright, then." She said with a smile and leaving her things in the room. She hadn't had time to curtsy to Alexandra, but hopefully she'd be able to use her proper manners around the rest of the family. She was old-fashioned, it's how she worked. She strolled out of the room, Bryce at her side, not worried about a thing. Even if thise house was crawling with vampires, Bryce wasn't like them. She was sure of that. But still, it was a comfort knowing his mother would be home soon.
Without you, the breeze warms, the girl smiles, the cloud moves.
Without you, the tides change, the boys run, the oceans crash.
The crowds roar, the days soar, the babies cry, without you.
The moon glows, the river flows, but I die, without you.
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singlikenoonecanhearyou Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 6:47 am
í αm thє sσn
αnd thє hєír
σf shчnєss thαt ís crímínαllч vulgαr
í αm thє sσn αnd hєír
σf nσthíng ín pαrtículαr
чσu shut чσur mσuth
hσw cαn чσu sαч
í gσ αвσut thíngs thє wrσng wαч?
í αm humαn, αnd í nєєd tσ вє lσvєd
just líkє єvєrчвσdч єlsє ís. [O o c: Lucifer Alexandra Parker]
Bryce was glad that she seemed to like her bed, and her room. Now it was just a matter of finding Parker and his Aunt. They weren't dangerous, but Parker really scared Bryce sometimes. He had almost no control when it came to women, especially ones that weren't vampires. They drove him crazy. But, Parker would lay off once Bryce told him to. He'd assume the worse from Bryce, which was he was going to actually feed off of her. That would never happen, because Bryce was strictly forbidden by ministry to drink the blood straight from a human, but Parker would tell him to screw the ministry. Either way, Parker was controllable. "So up here, we have my room, my mum's room, there's a bath, and the restroom. Also, there's a storage room, which really has nothing interesting in it. Old family games and house supplies like brooms and extra blankets, you know?" The only reason they didn't put all that stuff in the basement was because Natalie hated basements. Lucifer played a game with that one too, and even after Natalie was locked in the basement for seven hours without her wand, she still hated them. Bryce was just beginning to see how cruel his father really was.
They looked in each of the rooms upstairs, and even the small storage room. Then, the two of them went down the stairs, and through the kitchen, the dining room and living room. They walked through the main entrance to the basement, but Bryce wouldn't even think to let Joyce down there unless his mum was home. He wasn't sure who else was over here. "So, what do you think?" Bryce asked, looking everywhere for Parker. He was most likely down stairs with the rest of the family, but he didn't want to be wrong and get ambushed. He kept turning his head over his shoulder a little anxiously, although he knew that Parker wouldn't come up and scare him. He was about four yeras older than Bryce, but they were still really close. Probably as close as Vampire cousins could get, anyway. They only saw each other when Lucifer went to go see his sister, or when Bryce's mum wasn't home. Parker was especially not allowed in the house when Natalie was home, because he did actually attack her once when he was little. He learned to control himself, but Bryce had been told many times that it was much more difficult as a full vampire, because morals are seen differently and they change drastically.
Bryce turned to go up the stairs to the kitchen with Joyce when at the top, he noticed Parker standing there, doing the same thing that Alexandra had done. But Parker had a grin on his face. Had he not taken enough blood today? "Bryson, how great to see you. And who's your... friend?" Parker had said that last word as if it meant something else, and Bryce knew only bad things would come out of that Bryce stepped forwards a few steps, and Parker did the rest. He walked down the steps so.. so viciously, almost. His voice was filled with coldness, like every other full vampire. Bryce had that voice a few months ago, but he changed that when he realized Joyce wasn't afraid by it, which was wrong in the first place.
Parker and he did some strange boy handshake, and Parker turned him around to look at Joyce. He made himself turn back though, just to put something between the two of them. "Hey, you wouldn't happen to know when mu-.. I mean, Natalie, is coming back, do you?" he asked, trying to change the subject. Parker had been staring so deeply at Joyce, trying to figure her out right down to the last whisp of hair on her head. Bryce hit him gently on the shoulder, and Parker came back to life, looking back down and Bryce. He looked confused, so Bryce repeated himself. "When does Natalie come home?" Bryce knew that if he referred to his mother as 'mum', he would be in trouble with these people. He never had referred to her as mum, and if he started now, he could get hurt. Parker still was unresponsive, but that changed when Alexandra walked up the stairs. "Alex, when does-"
"She gets home in a few minutes, which is why we are all leaving." She had such a chill to her voice that it even set Bryson on edge just a little bit. Parker backed up, nodding to Bryce, and going back up with his sister. The two of them looked nothing alike. Parker got his looks from his father, of whom had already died fighting against one of the other Vampire clans, and Alexandra looked like her mum, who had been walking up the stairs as Bryce had been scrutinizing his family. She was an old lady, silver hair streaking through her dark, almost black mop. It was so thick and curly that someone could stick their hand in it and not get free for hours. Bryce would know, it happened to him when he was young. Her eyes were sunken in, and always red, and her face was actually as white as a sheet, fresh out of a package. She was only about 50 years old, but she looked that way because she let the blood get to her, and she let it change her. She looked at Bryce, and then over at Joyce. She said not a word, and she walked up with her children.
Lucifer followed, and saw Bryce. He didn't say anything, of course, but he had just as quickly noticed Joyce in the house, and turned his back to the to of them, helping his sister to the door. They all just vanished when they stepped out the door, and Lucifer turned back around. He didn't say anything, but he motioned Bryce to come over to talk to him. "Bryce, what is the meaning of this?" he said, whispering furiously to Bryce. This was going to be a long night, he could tell.
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 12:48 pm
Without you, the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows.
Without you, the seeds root, the flowers bloom, the children play.
The stars gleam, the poets dream, the eagles fly, without you.
The earth turns, the sun burns, but I die, without you.
Joyce smiled and twirled around in the large rooms, making small comments like 'oooh' and 'aah', and 'so lovely'. This was one of the nicest homes she'd ever been in, the only better, fancier one being Hogwarts. But that was expected, it was a castle.
But then she froze. That voice chilled her bones and she couldn't make herself curtsy. She stood there, staring at a point above Parker's shoulder, her face expressionless. When Bryce stepped between them, the smallest bit of relief showed on her face, but she wiped it off. It was like her corset had gone down to a 10-inch, she was breathless. Not that it wasn't tight to being with, it had to be, especially in a guest's home.
She turned again at another cold voice, that being the girl she'd already seen. An older woman was there as well, but she remained silent. Again, Joyce couldn't bring herself to curtsy, she was rooted to the spot. When they left, she smiled weakly at Bryce, a bit fearful. She knew he'd be there for her, knew he'd protect her, but she wouldn't pretend she wasn't a bit scared. After all, these people must be used to Natalie, Bryce's mother. But to throw a new person like Joyce in? Maybe it hadn't been a good idea.
At Lucifer's arrival, Bryce's father, she managed to bend her knees and curtsy, still not looking in anyone's eyes. Not even Bryce's, anymore.
"Forgive me, Sir. My name is Joyce Heffer. You have a lovely home." she said with the slightest tremble to her voice, but besides that it was empty and monotone as she used to be. It was like she didn't know how to feel, like it was a permanent mask that she managed to rip off only on occassions.
She wasn't sure if she'd introduced herself properly, she was in an old-fashioned dress with a bonnet and corset, these people may think..oddly of her for that. She only dipped up from the curtsy because her knees had been shaking slightly.
Without you, the breeze warms, the girl smiles, the cloud moves.
Without you, the tides change, the boys run, the oceans crash.
The crowds roar, the days soar, the babies cry, without you.
The moon glows, the river flows, but I die, without you.
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singlikenoonecanhearyou Captain
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2011 3:39 pm
í αm thє sσn
αnd thє hєír
σf shчnєss thαt ís crímínαllч vulgαr
í αm thє sσn αnd hєír
σf nσthíng ín pαrtículαr
чσu shut чσur mσuth
hσw cαn чσu sαч
í gσ αвσut thíngs thє wrσng wαч?
í αm humαn, αnd í nєєd tσ вє lσvєd
just líkє єvєrчвσdч єlsє ís. [O o c: Lucifer Natalie]
Bryce could see how nervous Joyce had been, just being in front of his family. She was supposed to be nervous, because anyone would have been. She tried not to let it be seen on her face, but Bryce could just tell. Any little flash from her stuck to him like velcro. She was more frozen than normal, saying that she usually wasn't frozen. But, he put a hand on her arm, trying to relieve her. His family had left, and it was just his father let. But that was probably the most frightening thing of all. Without his mum being there, there would be no way to control his father of anything. Bryce could make up excuses until the time being, and it took Mr. Patel quite some time to ease up to certain things anyway. Bryce was positive that Natalie would be home before anything happened. The Vampire's never left unless she was on her way, and she always sent some sort of message to tell them when she would be home. The first time she didn't say anything first, she was attacked by Lucifer's family, and he didn't tell them to stop. Bryce had only heard stories about this, because he was so little himself. But apparently the ministry showed up and everything to try to solve the matter, but it took a long time to solve it all.
Bryce watched his father carefully. He could see how angry he was growing towards Bryce, and he just kept a straight face. "Father, please, can we take a seat?" He always said this to his father when he was getting out of hand. This wasn't near any of the other incidents he had been in, but it was going to escalate to that, and with Joyce being in the house he had to do everything in his power to keep it from turning into a screaming match between he and his father. Lucifer eyed Bryce, completely turning his attention from Joyce. He seemed caught off guard, which was exactly what he needed. He took a few steps towards the living room, keeping his eyes on them while walking backwards, and then he turned to walk up the stairs. Bryce took the initative to walk forward, and he gently nudged Joyce to follow as well. "This is the friend I went to visit, father." Bryce figured as much that he didn't read his note that he left on the counter, or in his room on his bed, or in the dungeon, or on the fridge to their blood supply. He magically made four copies, and taped them around the house. He even told him as he was leaving, but he was probably too buzzed after drinking too much blood. That happened to vampires if they drank too much.
Lucifer took a seat, his shoulders stiff, and his back rigid. Anyone could tell he was uncomforable being asked to take a seat by his son. He was only not uncomfortable when things had gotten out of hand anyway. It was one of those moments that he questioned his motives and facial expressions.He tried to relax into the chair as Bryce took a seat, and he watched Joyce carefully, looking at the skinng waist and the old-fashioned attire. His wasn't much different today, just a century older or so, and from the vampires perspective. Vampires never changed their clothing. They went through that phase as children when they wanted to fit in like Bryce was right now, or Alexandra and Parker, but they always went back to their old fashion statements. "So... You.. wanted to speak to me?" Lucifer wasn't the kind that liked wasting time anymore, so if his son could just explain his point in bringing this... mortal girl here, he could be off and back to his work. Bryce looked as if he were contemplating something, and that was never a good thing for Lucifer. Bryce had always taken his side on everything, but there were those few times that Natalie had tricked him, and Lucifer got into trouble.
Bryce offered a seat to Joyce and sat down himself, closer to his father than Joyce was. He was facing his father, but close enough to Joyce that he could jump to her if something happened. That was one thing about being a half vampire and living around them your whole life - You learned how to fight. Bryce knew he wouldn't have to, but incase something happened, he was right there. Bryce started to think, unsure about what to say to his father, and then it came to him. "You remember how you told me I should widen my horizons? I should make friends with people that... weren't like me? Well, I did, and she's really a nice girl. I thought it would be nice to bring her over her." Bryce hoped he would by this, but he wasn't sure Lucifer would fall for it. Of course, Bryce was really only bringing a friend over, but that was because he wanted to show his mum, after feeling like such a monster, that he really wasn't one. He could see how his mum hated him so much now, and he wanted to make that up to her.
Of course, it was then, that there was a flash in the living room, right in front of the three of them. "I'm home! Vampires that don't live here should get their bu-..." She was blinking, staring at the three people on the couch, unsure what to make of all of this. There was Bryce and a girl, sitting across from Luce. Natale stepped over the bar of the fireplace, and pulled her bags out with her. "Hello... Are you... another cousin of Bryce's that I haven't met?" She only said this out of curiosity, since the girl was oddly pale and wore such strange clothing. What else was new, though, honestly? She had seen so many strange things around this house, especially clothing like that. She didn't look vicious, and her eyes, that never locked onto her face, didn't seem cruel enough. Something told Natalie that this wasn't a relative of her son's father.
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2011 6:07 pm
Without you, the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows.
Without you, the seeds root, the flowers bloom, the children play.
The stars gleam, the poets dream, the eagles fly, without you.
The earth turns, the sun burns, but I die, without you.
Joyce smiled weakly at Bryce's father, unsure of what to say. She didn't make eye contact and sat down like a proper little girl, listening, and not speaking. She wasn't about to speak unless spoken to, but it just so happened that she got spoken to shortly after. When the flash of light appeared and Bryce's mother was home, a wave of relief swept over her, though she was careful not to show it and appear ungrateful. Still, good to know she was perfectly safe now. She stood up and curtsied before saying,
"No, Ma'am, my name is Joyce Heffer, it's a pleasure to meet you."
It was odd, really. Being her old self again. She almost...almost...preffered the new self. Not quite, but she just felt herself blossoming when she was alone with Bryce. Growing in happiness and caring and everything she used to be. Now that she was monotone, emotionless, it felt more of a safety zone for her. She knew how to not speak, she knew how to keep a stony silence and be a solid statue herself. It was like she felt safe, now, comforted in her own shell.
Without you, the breeze warms, the girl smiles, the cloud moves.
Without you, the tides change, the boys run, the oceans crash.
The crowds roar, the days soar, the babies cry, without you.
The moon glows, the river flows, but I die, without you.
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singlikenoonecanhearyou Captain
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2012 6:22 pm
í αm thє sσn
αnd thє hєír
σf shчnєss thαt ís crímínαllч vulgαr
í αm thє sσn αnd hєír
σf nσthíng ín pαrtículαr
чσu shut чσur mσuth
hσw cαn чσu sαч
í gσ αвσut thíngs thє wrσng wαч?
í αm humαn, αnd í nєєd tσ вє lσvєd
just líkє єvєrчвσdч єlsє ís. [O o c: Lucifer Natalie]
Bryce, starting to feel the anxiousness wash over him, stood up when his mother arrived, feeling as if though he should help her with her things. He didn't care what his father thought of him at the moment, because right now, it was all about making his mum like Joyce and be happy that Bryce had made a friend. As she was speaking, Bryce reached for her bags and pulled them out, taking them to the stairs and leaving them there for later. Joyce seemed to take the initative to introduce herself, and Bryce almost wished he had done it for her. Natalie wasn't very into the whole victorian, or anything other than current scene. But, she had to live with it for the past 14 years, right? Besides, Joyce was different even from vampire traditions, so it really couldn't have been that bad. "I made a friend at school, mum." he said, biting his tongue after that. It would take her a minute to realize what was going on, and it would probably take her by surprise.
It was just as Bryce had suspected. Natalie kept her eyes right on Joyce, checking her out almost as if she were a vampire herself. Natalie was having a hard time believing that it was true, but it didn't seem to be a joke, so to speak. The girl looked... melancholy, almost. She was quite the scene, but if Bryce enjoyed her company, well, why would Natalie take that away from him? She would have to keep her eyes peeled, though, in case this was a trick of Luce's. It would be just like him to make Bryce drink blood from an actual human when it was against the ministry's wishes and rules. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Joyce. I'm glad you've come over. Bryce, did you offer her something to eat or drink? Go get the tea in the fridge." The voice Natalie had said that in was not a cold one, but it had been made obvious that Natalie wasn't being warm towards her son. She hadn't been for the last two years or so now, and that was because Bryce had the same attitude and always took his fathers side. She wasn't going to fight a losing battle if she didn't have to. Bryce got up right away, though, not arguing like he usually would have. She took a second to register that one as well, but took a seat on the couch next to Lucifer, something she hadn't done in years now.
Bryce gave a quick nod to Joyce and got up to go get the tea from the fridge. He kept his composure as he left, but as soon as he was out of sight, Bryce was being as quick as possible. He didn't want to leave Joyce in that room by herself for too long. Bryce grabbed three glasses, knowing that his father never drank tea. He poured the three glasses and came back out with them, setting them on the table between them, and sitting back down with Joyce. "Three teas. Would you like something to eat, Joyce? I'm sure my mum wouldn't mind making something.." Bryce said this in a hopeful voice. One, he would never ask for food, and two, he had never been polite to his mum. At least, he hadn't been recently. Natalie was almost choking on her tea, but then she stood up. She mumbled something about having too much to drink, or something, and then she took her glass out to the kitchen and disappeared. Bryce watched his father stand up as well, and he left to go retire to his room in the basement, a room that was only accessible from the top floor. Bryce felt relief wash over him, and turned to face Joyce. "Welcome to what I live with..." Bryce stood up, and offered to take Joyce down stairs to the furnished basement, where they could probably find something to do. There were cards down there, and he could probably remember how to play something.
Just as they were going towards the stairs, Natalie peaked out, and said "Uh... Dinner will be ready soon, I suppose. Joyce, would you prefer chicken or pork? Or do you not eat meat?" She wasn't sure, since the girl was so skinny, obviously wearing some sort of corset. But it was still polite to ask, rather than shove something in her face that she wouldn't eat. It wouldn't take long to make either, so that was why she asked.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2012 6:32 pm
Without you, the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows.
Without you, the seeds root, the flowers bloom, the children play.
The stars gleam, the poets dream, the eagles fly, without you.
The earth turns, the sun burns, but I die, without you.
Joyce smiled at Bryce and wasn't phased when his mother ordered Bryce around. She had that every day at home, she didn't recognize that it wasn't really normal. She smiled at Bryce and said thank you for the tea. She didn't really ask for anything to eat, Natalie left the room muttering, anyways.
"Chicken, if that's alright, Ma'am." She said with a curtsy. She wasn't smiling or anything, wasn't the same girl she and Bryce had been accustomed too. She didn't want to screw this up, after all.
But when they were in the nice and polished basement, she let out a faint and audible gasp.
"It's lovely." she said, mouth slightly wide-open, eyes staring around. Her basement, or cellar, was so so tiny. It was just a lumpy mattress , really. The hospitality she was shown here, and the furniture and everything they owned just looked so new and wonderful. She still stayed a bit close to Bryce, his father creeped her out slightly. But she wasn't too worried anymore, now that the mother was home. She spotted the cards and smiled faintly again. A classic. Even old-fashioned people knew how to play cards.
Without you, the breeze warms, the girl smiles, the cloud moves.
Without you, the tides change, the boys run, the oceans crash.
The crowds roar, the days soar, the babies cry, without you.
The moon glows, the river flows, but I die, without you.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2012 6:50 pm
í αm thє sσn
αnd thє hєír
σf shчnєss thαt ís crímínαllч vulgαr
í αm thє sσn αnd hєír
σf nσthíng ín pαrtículαr
чσu shut чσur mσuth
hσw cαn чσu sαч
í gσ αвσut thíngs thє wrσng wαч?
í αm humαn, αnd í nєєd tσ вє lσvєd
just líkє єvєrчвσdч єlsє ís. [O o c: Lucifer Natalie]
He took a seat on one of the leather couches, offering the one across from him to Joyce, and he pulled out the deck of cards. He didn't actually think about what the two of them would do when they got there, but hey, what ever time he could spend with Joyce, it was worth the while. He shuffled the cards a bit flimsily, obviously not having done this in a while. He was glad that Joyce was enjoying the house, and he figured she would. Although her home was nice, he was so used to this one as it was. "How about war?" He asked, evenly distributing the cards. It was one of the only ones he remembered, since he wasn't sure whether or not Joyce would be comfortable with a gambling game such as poker or blackjack. Hopefully this would do for her.
He was mindlessly going through to motions of the game as he chatted away with Joyce. It was a wonder what those two spoke about, but it was never personal matters, and it was never offensive things. It wasn't until the conversation started to die down that he wanted to know what she was really thinking about his family. It was... a strange one, at that. "So, what do you think about... my family?" he asked as he drew a Queen. It reminded him of his mum, the way she made herself so much better than Bryce and his vampire family. But, whether she liked it or not, she was connected to that family, and she had no choice but to be a part of it. He could only hope that she could see through everything that he had become, and would give him another chance. "I mean, it's dif-" The next thing that was heard was just the crashing of pots and pans, and yelling. He hadn't flinched at a sound like that for a while, but it caught him off guard.
He looked up towards the stairs, but he knew that it just meant Natalie and Lucifer were having another fight. They threw things at each other to get out their frustration, and Bryce used to just find it as an annoyance. But, for just a mere moment, it was obvious that something snapped on the inside of him. His mouth was open as if he couldn't breathe. It was as if he were fighting a battle his parents had put on for a long time, but in reality, he just realized how rough his life had been. His parents had never been happy together, and they had never stopped their fighting. Bryce shook his head and just tried to ignore it all He flipped another card, seeing his two. That was what he felt like right then, small and unwanted.
His mother came down the stairs, tears in her eyes, but a smile on her face. "Dinner is ready. It's upstairs in the dining room. I'll join you two in a few minutes." Bryce had never noticed his mother cry before, but just then, he knew that she had felt like that two in a war deck too, and she had felt like that for 14 years.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2012 6:59 pm
Without you, the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows.
Without you, the seeds root, the flowers bloom, the children play.
The stars gleam, the poets dream, the eagles fly, without you.
The earth turns, the sun burns, but I die, without you.
Joyce flipped up a ten when Bryce had the queen, so he got the cards. She went through the motions, hearing the noises upstairs. She looked gently at Bryce, knowing how he must feel. her parents 'fought', but when they fought, it was unusual. As was the rest of her life, really. Her mother always lost, because it wasn't a woman's place to argue with a man. So her father would slap her mother, or whip his kids. He'd caned Joyce, and Joyce's siblings. He'd been harder on her when Rosebud was alive, angry at the both of them for not listening and obeying.
Bryce flipped up a two. The tiniest cad in the deck. Joyce, however, flipepd up a two as well. They both were small and unwanted, weren't they? And the cards were as well. But that wasn't what she'd been talking about.
She looked at Bryce and the tiniest sad smile was on her face.
"It's war, isn't it?" She said quietly.
But just then, his mother came down saying dinner was ready, so she and Bryce gathered up the cards and went upstairs. Small and unwanted. Yes, that just about summed it up.
Without you, the breeze warms, the girl smiles, the cloud moves.
Without you, the tides change, the boys run, the oceans crash.
The crowds roar, the days soar, the babies cry, without you.
The moon glows, the river flows, but I die, without you.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2012 1:31 pm
í αm thє sσn
αnd thє hєír
σf shчnєss thαt ís crímínαllч vulgαr
í αm thє sσn αnd hєír
σf nσthíng ín pαrtículαr
чσu shut чσur mσuth
hσw cαn чσu sαч
í gσ αвσut thíngs thє wrσng wαч?
í αm humαn, αnd í nєєd tσ вє lσvєd
just líkє єvєrчвσdч єlsє ís. [O o c: Lucifer Natalie]
When Joyce mentioned that it was war, he couldn't even muster up the words to agree with her. He just nodded, watching his mother come down the stairs. She did tell them where dinner was, but Bryce just cleaned up the cards and turned his head away. He couldn't figure out what to say anymore. He could feel her voice as cold as ice pierce his skin. He almost, almost wanted to cry, or to say something, but his heart hardened back up, like it was before he met Joyce. He wasn't sure how to deal with this anymore, and he figured that he could, or had to go back to his old ways. He was cold before, and he just didn't let himself care. It was they who were arguing, about probably something stupid. Why should he get emotional about something and then let them bother him about it? That was why he couldn't look at his mum anymore. He had to keep his eyes away. He helped finish up the piled mess of cards and put them away in the box, sliding them in his pocket for later. Then, he led Joyce up the stairs to the dining room, leaving his mum there to try to keep her own composure while Joyce was around.
Bryce found the chicken on the table, noticing three pieces there. He wasn't exactly hungry at the moment, but he knew he wouldn't have a choice. He took a seat in one of the chairs, then he quickly realized that Joyce was following him. He stood up and moved a chair out for her, letting her sit next to him. Then, as she was sitting, he slowly pushed the chair back in so she could sit comfortably. He had to show the manners his own mother had shown him as a kid, just so he could get this right this time. He wanted to prove to his mum that he was different. Bryce started to serve out the chicken, which looked to be something of her own creation. He never liked the smell of lemon, but he would choose that over anything else he made her eat. "I guess I'll have to suffer through another meal." Bryce sat back down, and passed the mashed potato's, which he took just a little bit of, and he took some mixed vegetables and a roll. He would be able to suffer through this meal, just long enough to prove that he wanted to change for his mum.
Just then, as he was finishing up the serving for himself and passing along the dishes to Joyce, his mum came up, and her face looked better than it was. She sat down and went to grab her chicken, only to see it was already on her plate. Then, she looked to see that Bryce had actually taken his chicken. Something was up with him. Did Joyce not know he was a vampire? Was that why he was acting so strange? "I'm surprised to see you taking part of this meal, Bryce." She was genuinly surprised, but she still didn't feel right about all this. It was starting to settle, but someone or something was still stirring the waters here. "What could have made you want to eat?" she asked as she started to cut up her chicken. Bryce seemed offended at the question, but he smiled, a little hurt it seemed.
Bryce took a deep breath, and he stood up. He didn't actually plan this, but maybe it was best to get this off his chest right now. "Mum, I feel horrible about the way I have treated you, and everyone. At the school... I made a bad choice, and I've learned from my mistakes. I don't want to go back to being... being that creature..." Ms. Hauptman looked disturbed almost, almost as if she were being punked. Bryce could tell she wasn't buying into it, but he was being completely serious. "Mum, this is serious. I don't want to be a monster anymore!" He didn't yell it, but he said it with a bit of desperation. He wanted to make things right. "Give me a chance, mum. Please." He sat back down, looking away. If anyone would have caught it, Joyce would have. There were tears in his eyes.
[O o c;; I was going to put more, but I don't want it to move too quickly.]
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