Gasp ~ first postttt
First, fml for being up so late. I have to get up in four hours. xD
Then again, it's my own fault for starting it this late.
Okay. It's okay, because this is important.
This is the set up of the first few scenes for the RP, and I dunno, I didn't want to wait, so I'm doing it old-fashioned, the eljay-way. :D Yeeeah. :D
(Plus, this is better for, like, if when I go on vacation, I can't get on my laptop or something)
Anyway, fill in the blanks and continue, and then we can get started! :D
Tristan pinched the bridge of his nose between both of his hands, grimacing at the anxious, slithering coil of fear in the pit of his stomach. He sighed a little miserably and buried his face in his hands. He felt Dom sit down beside him, his free hand cupping the back of his younger brother’s head in sympathy. The other still held the phone he’d just been using.
“I thought you should know, too,” Dominic told him softly, setting the phone next to him as he ended the conference call. Their father hadn’t realized Dom wasn’t the only one listening to his instructions.
“When are you going to do it?” His exhale rattled a little with emotion, and he shook his head a little, disbelieving but simultaneously all too sure that his father would-
“Tristan,” Dominic’s hand tightened a little at the base of Tristan neck to grab his attention. Tristan didn’t look up, and could hear his brother’s teeth grind in frustration. “I’m not. These are your friends he’s talking about.”
“But-”
“I won’t do it, Tristan. I’ll-we can figure something else out.”
“But what can we do?” Tristan asked, and then stilled as several different scenarios occurred to him. However, were his sound solutions? Probably not.
Dominic sighed, too, ruffling Tristan’s hair, and leaned back in his seat. Tristan didn’t complain as his fringe fell into his face-he let Dom get away with anything, really. He peeked through his fingers when he felt his brother get up to pace.
“Well,” Dom said after a while, turning, and grinned as the thought occurred to him. Tristan was tentative to smile back, a little confused, but let his hands drop back into his lap, clearly curious. “First of all, we can make them disappear.”
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Aidan didn’t know what was happening when he awoke in the middle of the night to a dark figure looming over him, dangling pen and paper down at him. “Write a note for your mother, kid. You’re coming with me.”
“Wha-? What? Am I being-kidnapped?” Aidan wondered vaguely that he could sound incredulous at a time like this, scrambling to catch the stuff dropped on him and write a short note about going away for a week or so and didn’t Ma remember when he’d said a couple days ago that there was that school thing? Yeah, that’s where he went. Don’t call, the guy said to write, so he did. He’d be fine.
The cloaked guy laughed lowly. “Yeah, kid, but this is for your own good, now get to it. Pack your things. Like I said, no phones, and no laptops, either,” he amended when he saw Aidan reach for it.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Aidan sighed, stalling, and the guy coughed. “Yeah, yeah, just don’t hurt my parents, okay?” Aidan scowled, oddly calm, as he obeyed. Who knew if the guy had a gun or not.
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Kaitlynn and Adam abduction here
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Brendon abduction here
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Seanna didn’t cry at first. She sucked it up, did what he said, tried not to snap at him when he rushed her, especially when she saw the metallic glint of something on the guy’s belt. She’d gotten up to get a drink of water, ran headlong into the intruder in her hallway, and she didn’t even scream-just barely stopped herself.
The person’s hand would have muffled it, anyway. She’d begun rambling about all the things she wished she’d done before something like this happened, and about why had she watched that scary movie right before bed, or about how maybe this wouldn’t have happened if, et cetera, and the man’s hand snugly covered her mouth as he told her what to do. The man wasn’t scary, per se, but he was tall, dark, and a little intimidating in the night, and Seanna nodded furiously when he asked her if she understood.
She only began to cry when she saw Kaitlynn, Adam, Brendon, and Aidan already in the car, handcuffed to various parts of the interior, and she began to ask why.
She got no immediate answer. In fact, everyone else was silent.
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Adrian abduction here
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Sky abduction here
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Morning came, and the guy finally took off his disguise, and then smoothed his tousled blond hair back into place. Dominic wasn’t alone at the front of the room, though. Tristan stood beside him.
The younger of the two cleared his throat several times as the groggy teens came out of their dazed states. Tristan scowled at that. Though Dom hadn’t actually injured them physically, he’d certainly done a number on them. He carded a hand through his hair, coughing one last time, and watched as recognition dawned in several of their faces: while they clearly hadn’t recognized his brother, every single one of them knew Tristan fairly well.
“What the fuck?” one of them said, and Tristan lifted his hands in defense.
“I know you’re wondering what’s going on,” he said, pacifying as he could muster. Dom’s eager grin (he tried, but it was badly masked) beside him was not helping. He couldn’t wait to explain their heroic act. “It’s going to take a lot of explaining, though, so bear with me.”
“Anyone need anything?” Dom piped up, his fatherly instincts kicking in now that they were to stay in his home, one of many in and around Rochester, for a while.
Then again, it's my own fault for starting it this late.
Okay. It's okay, because this is important.
This is the set up of the first few scenes for the RP, and I dunno, I didn't want to wait, so I'm doing it old-fashioned, the eljay-way. :D Yeeeah. :D
(Plus, this is better for, like, if when I go on vacation, I can't get on my laptop or something)
Anyway, fill in the blanks and continue, and then we can get started! :D
Tristan pinched the bridge of his nose between both of his hands, grimacing at the anxious, slithering coil of fear in the pit of his stomach. He sighed a little miserably and buried his face in his hands. He felt Dom sit down beside him, his free hand cupping the back of his younger brother’s head in sympathy. The other still held the phone he’d just been using.
“I thought you should know, too,” Dominic told him softly, setting the phone next to him as he ended the conference call. Their father hadn’t realized Dom wasn’t the only one listening to his instructions.
“When are you going to do it?” His exhale rattled a little with emotion, and he shook his head a little, disbelieving but simultaneously all too sure that his father would-
“Tristan,” Dominic’s hand tightened a little at the base of Tristan neck to grab his attention. Tristan didn’t look up, and could hear his brother’s teeth grind in frustration. “I’m not. These are your friends he’s talking about.”
“But-”
“I won’t do it, Tristan. I’ll-we can figure something else out.”
“But what can we do?” Tristan asked, and then stilled as several different scenarios occurred to him. However, were his sound solutions? Probably not.
Dominic sighed, too, ruffling Tristan’s hair, and leaned back in his seat. Tristan didn’t complain as his fringe fell into his face-he let Dom get away with anything, really. He peeked through his fingers when he felt his brother get up to pace.
“Well,” Dom said after a while, turning, and grinned as the thought occurred to him. Tristan was tentative to smile back, a little confused, but let his hands drop back into his lap, clearly curious. “First of all, we can make them disappear.”
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Aidan didn’t know what was happening when he awoke in the middle of the night to a dark figure looming over him, dangling pen and paper down at him. “Write a note for your mother, kid. You’re coming with me.”
“Wha-? What? Am I being-kidnapped?” Aidan wondered vaguely that he could sound incredulous at a time like this, scrambling to catch the stuff dropped on him and write a short note about going away for a week or so and didn’t Ma remember when he’d said a couple days ago that there was that school thing? Yeah, that’s where he went. Don’t call, the guy said to write, so he did. He’d be fine.
The cloaked guy laughed lowly. “Yeah, kid, but this is for your own good, now get to it. Pack your things. Like I said, no phones, and no laptops, either,” he amended when he saw Aidan reach for it.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Aidan sighed, stalling, and the guy coughed. “Yeah, yeah, just don’t hurt my parents, okay?” Aidan scowled, oddly calm, as he obeyed. Who knew if the guy had a gun or not.
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Kaitlynn and Adam abduction here
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Brendon abduction here
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Seanna didn’t cry at first. She sucked it up, did what he said, tried not to snap at him when he rushed her, especially when she saw the metallic glint of something on the guy’s belt. She’d gotten up to get a drink of water, ran headlong into the intruder in her hallway, and she didn’t even scream-just barely stopped herself.
The person’s hand would have muffled it, anyway. She’d begun rambling about all the things she wished she’d done before something like this happened, and about why had she watched that scary movie right before bed, or about how maybe this wouldn’t have happened if, et cetera, and the man’s hand snugly covered her mouth as he told her what to do. The man wasn’t scary, per se, but he was tall, dark, and a little intimidating in the night, and Seanna nodded furiously when he asked her if she understood.
She only began to cry when she saw Kaitlynn, Adam, Brendon, and Aidan already in the car, handcuffed to various parts of the interior, and she began to ask why.
She got no immediate answer. In fact, everyone else was silent.
------
Adrian abduction here
------
Sky abduction here
------
Morning came, and the guy finally took off his disguise, and then smoothed his tousled blond hair back into place. Dominic wasn’t alone at the front of the room, though. Tristan stood beside him.
The younger of the two cleared his throat several times as the groggy teens came out of their dazed states. Tristan scowled at that. Though Dom hadn’t actually injured them physically, he’d certainly done a number on them. He carded a hand through his hair, coughing one last time, and watched as recognition dawned in several of their faces: while they clearly hadn’t recognized his brother, every single one of them knew Tristan fairly well.
“What the fuck?” one of them said, and Tristan lifted his hands in defense.
“I know you’re wondering what’s going on,” he said, pacifying as he could muster. Dom’s eager grin (he tried, but it was badly masked) beside him was not helping. He couldn’t wait to explain their heroic act. “It’s going to take a lot of explaining, though, so bear with me.”
“Anyone need anything?” Dom piped up, his fatherly instincts kicking in now that they were to stay in his home, one of many in and around Rochester, for a while.