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Postby Aillyria » Thu Jan 11, 2018 9:03 pm

Chewion wrote:Brandon Kiser

Brandon realized his mistake before suddenly being overwhelmed by a burning pain in his hand. Constricting his whole body he grabbed Jackie’s hand and yelled “DAMMIT JACKIE THAT BURNS.” Taking a breath he looked back at her and said “I... I don’t know what your talking about. I don’t have any girlfriend....” Brandon knew he was caught but was trying to buy time to figure out how to avoid spilling the beans.


Jacqui's eyes narrowed as her brother tried to cover his proverbial tracks by pretending to not have said anything about a girlfriend," OH NO, IT APPEARS THE PROCEDURE HAS FAILED, WE CAN'T SAVE THE HAND.......I'M AFRAID.....WE'LL BE FORCED TO GO THROUGH WITH AMPUTATION. YOUR SIGNIFICANT OTHER WILL HAVE TO ADJUST TO.....CHANGES.....WE PROVIDE COUPLES THERAPY SESSIONS TO SMOOTH OVER THE....DIFFICULTIES."

Jacqui detested lieing and secrets.....especially from her siblings. This was a travesty to her, that had to be corrected....
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Well you aren't a real socialist. Just a sociopath disguised as one.
Not to mention that this thread split off from LWDT, so I assumed you would think this thread was a "revisionist hellhole".

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Postby Chewion » Thu Jan 11, 2018 9:06 pm

Aillyria wrote:
Chewion wrote:Brandon Kiser

Brandon realized his mistake before suddenly being overwhelmed by a burning pain in his hand. Constricting his whole body he grabbed Jackie’s hand and yelled “DAMMIT JACKIE THAT BURNS.” Taking a breath he looked back at her and said “I... I don’t know what your talking about. I don’t have any girlfriend....” Brandon knew he was caught but was trying to buy time to figure out how to avoid spilling the beans.


Jacqui's eyes narrowed as her brother tried to cover his proverbial tracks by pretending to not have said anything about a girlfriend," OH NO, IT APPEARS THE PROCEDURE HAS FAILED, WE CAN'T SAVE THE HAND.......I HAVE AFRAID.....WE'LL BE FORCED TO GO THROUGH WITH AMPUTATION. YOUR SIGNIFICANT OTHER WILL HAVE TO ADJUST TO.....CHANGES.....WE PROVIDE COUPLES THERAPY SESSIONS TO SMOOTH OVER THE....DIFFICULTIES."

Jacqui detested lieing and secrets.....especially from her siblings. This was a travesty to her, that had to be corrected....

Brandon Kiser

Brandon squirmed from both the physical pain coming from his hand and the anxiety of having to figure out a way to fix this. Taking a deep breath he looked his sister in the eyes and said”Sis it was just a joke. I don’t have a girlfriend. Now can we put the ointment and bandage on my hand please. I really am getting light headed.”
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Postby Vietmihn » Thu Jan 11, 2018 9:09 pm

Chewion wrote:Brandon Kiser

Brandon realized his mistake before suddenly being overwhelmed by a burning pain in his hand. Constricting his whole body he grabbed Jackie’s hand and yelled “DAMMIT JACKIE THAT BURNS.” Taking a breath he looked back at her and said “I... I don’t know what your talking about. I don’t have any girlfriend....” Brandon knew he was caught but was trying to buy time to figure out how to avoid spilling the beans.

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Postby Chewion » Thu Jan 11, 2018 9:32 pm

Austin Airport

Johnathan pulled up to the pickup area in his 2018 BMW-i8. He knew what his niece looked like from both a picture an having seen her in person when the whole family spent two months in Germany visiting two years ago. Still seeing her, and how much she looked like her dad, brought a tear to John's eye. Pulling the car to the side he got out and looked at his niece for a moment before saying "How you doing sweetheart" and giving her a hug saying "You look so much like your dad." Taking a breath he motioned to the car and said "I wanted to bring the truck to give you more room fro your stuff but I was in a meeting at corporate. But this can hold everything."

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Postby Aillyria » Thu Jan 11, 2018 9:33 pm

Chewion wrote:
Aillyria wrote:
Jacqui's eyes narrowed as her brother tried to cover his proverbial tracks by pretending to not have said anything about a girlfriend," OH NO, IT APPEARS THE PROCEDURE HAS FAILED, WE CAN'T SAVE THE HAND.......I HAVE AFRAID.....WE'LL BE FORCED TO GO THROUGH WITH AMPUTATION. YOUR SIGNIFICANT OTHER WILL HAVE TO ADJUST TO.....CHANGES.....WE PROVIDE COUPLES THERAPY SESSIONS TO SMOOTH OVER THE....DIFFICULTIES."

Jacqui detested lieing and secrets.....especially from her siblings. This was a travesty to her, that had to be corrected....

Brandon Kiser

Brandon squirmed from both the physical pain coming from his hand and the anxiety of having to figure out a way to fix this. Taking a deep breath he looked his sister in the eyes and said”Sis it was just a joke. I don’t have a girlfriend. Now can we put the ointment and bandage on my hand please. I really am getting light headed.”


Jacqui wasn't falling for it, but Brandon was beginning to look a bit pale, so she decided to drop tye subject...for now.

"Ok, I believe you, it's not like you'd ever lie to me.....right? We've gotta get you to a hospital maybe....like no kidding, we should probably get going."
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Aillyria would be Claudius. Temper + unwillingness to suffer fools + supporter of the P E O P L E + traditional legalist

West Oros wrote:GOD DAMMIT! I thought you wouldn't be here.
Well you aren't a real socialist. Just a sociopath disguised as one.
Not to mention that this thread split off from LWDT, so I assumed you would think this thread was a "revisionist hellhole".

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Postby Chewion » Thu Jan 11, 2018 9:39 pm

Aillyria wrote:
Chewion wrote:Brandon Kiser

Brandon squirmed from both the physical pain coming from his hand and the anxiety of having to figure out a way to fix this. Taking a deep breath he looked his sister in the eyes and said”Sis it was just a joke. I don’t have a girlfriend. Now can we put the ointment and bandage on my hand please. I really am getting light headed.”


Jacqui wasn't falling for it, but Brandon was beginning to look a bit pale, so she decided to drop tye subject...for now.

"Ok, I believe you, it's not like you'd ever lie to me.....right? We've gotta get you to a hospital maybe....like no kidding, we should probably get going."

Brandon Kiser

Brandon felt the guilt hit him like a bunch of bricks looking at Jackie he sighed and said “No. No damn hospital. I’ll be fine if you get a bandage on me. If I was in danger I would’ve gone into shock from blood loss and not just momentary shock about realizing I was hurt.” Trying to push away the guilt he couldn’t. Looking at Jackie he said “What I am about to tell you does not leave this room. Please.” Taking a moment he took a breath before saying Sarah Ryder. My girlfriend is Sarah Ryder. As you know she’s also Josie’s best friend.”
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Postby The Greater Dutch Imperium » Fri Jan 12, 2018 6:09 am

Greater vakolicci haven wrote:Lucas Kiser

Mexico was certainly one of the more interesting places Lucas had been, if a little awkward. By his experience, the poorer the country the weirder looks you got for being disabled: it made very little sense, after all poor countries surely had worse medical care than richer ones, and so you would naturally get more disabled people, right? But as it was, he received some rather strange glances and was happy to give them back: after all if you can't make the people trying to make you feel uncomfortable uncomfortable in their own right, you'd let them beat you.

Right now he was sitting in his room, on his laptop. He'd plugged the powerful computer into a 2-monitor system giving him a good view of the area around his character: high-definition brilliance surrounded him. The forest was rather gloomy at this time of the in-game night, and the small party of characters had to be careful. Hidden dangers lurked, or could lurk, behind every tree and in every thick patch of undergrowth: each one of them was conscious that at any moment a cry of alarm could come from one of the outermost members of the party; but it didn't, and for a time all was peaceful.


Lucas scanned around himself for prey, since without anything to kill or quests to complete, free experience was free experience. And so when he saw her, the lone character, him and his friends pounced.

He flicked onto a public channel, one that Hana was known to use, and sang in a high-pitched, mocking voice 'I'm going to kill you'

Hana cursed at the top her lungs as the avatar and voice she recognized as "cousin" Lucas threaten her in a sweet voice. "LUCAS YOU BETTER NOT YOU (Expletives Deleted)"

Readying her light sword and reading her most powerful ice spell, she swung her avatar around and prepared to fight him, shouting a string of expletives the whole time, most aimed at her cousin having sexual intercourse with an older woman who already had children. This was likely surprising and confusing, because the normally shy and reclusive Hana was yelling curse words at the top of her lungs when normally you couldn't get her to speak more than a single word at a time. Realizing she was on a public channel she stopped cursing in English and started cursing in Korean, which she picked up from her mother. That didn't help however, as it was clear what she was trying to say anyways. With her sword and spell ready she fired off a freeze spell at Lucas hoping it would freeze him solid and she swung her sword attempting to slice his avatar in half.
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Postby Revlona » Fri Jan 12, 2018 8:29 am

Uncle Robert

Robert got out of his 2016 F-150, grabbing the two gun bags in the back seats he closed and locked the door, and walked into the range.

Setting up his area at the 200 Yd rifle range, taking out his AR-15 and his Remington 700, and began putting rounds downrange.
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Postby Alaroma » Fri Jan 12, 2018 9:03 am

Josephine Kiser

Josephine was sipping a can of Coca Cola while she was in the Garage before she hear the crisp yell "MOTHERFUCKER!" sounding like it came from her brother Brandon. Now this raised an eyebrow from Josephine, but she was sort of used to her brother's antics by this point, so she continued drinking her soft drink, and inspecting her Car's engine. Then it got louder, Jacqueline began shouting about a "Man being down" and "Amputation." This prompted her to take out her earbuds and wonder "What the hell is going " out loud. Then continued screaming from inside the house, finally prompting her to go inside and check on the situation. Now, her interest was only peaked because of the loud, frantic screaming, and would probably end with Josephine yelling "Shut the fuck up!" As she strolled by the Kitchen, she hurriedly finished her Soda then threw it away.

She pinpointed the location to the guest bathroom, and headed that way. She didn't care much to decipher the shouting, but she picked up a few words. When she was in the hallway with the bathroom, she saw Daciana standing on the outside and Francis at the entryway. She patted Daciana on the shoulder and gave her a wink, before pushing past Francis gently to hear the words "What I am about to tell you does not leave this room. Please. My girlfriend is Sarah Ryder. As you know she’s also Josie’s best friend.” Her eyebrows shot up, not expecting that kinda confession when she came to check on things. She looked at Brandon, then his hand, then back at Brandon. "So Brandon, why the momentously stupid self-destruction of your own hand?" She said, a dangerous edge obviously in her voice, which also had a hint of being condesending. "Daciana, Francis, leave." She said before closing the door on them.

Her eyes then turned on Brandon before taking his hand then saying "Do you know how much of an idiot you are Brandon? I'm not being rhetorical, I'm being serious." She said as she began cleaning his cut detaching the anger of her voice from the smooth operations of her hands. "First of all, what made you think punching a tree was a productive use of your time, huh? Did you seriously not realize you might hurt yourself punching a fucking tree? Are you that daft?" She said as she applied alchool to her brothers wound, cleaning it.

"That's not even the worst part, I'll admit. I'm not even mad that you're probably sleeping with my best friend. No, the fact that you HIDE-" she again applies alcohol before beginning the bandaging process "it from me is all the more insulting. Do you not trust me Brandon, is that it? Where in your 16 years of life did you gain the knowledge of thinking hiding this was a good thing? If you wanted to hide it, you shouldn't have done it. Now-" before quickly slapping him hard across the face "explain everything Brandon Kiser." in a voice seeping in poison distinctly from Josephine.
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Postby Aillyria » Fri Jan 12, 2018 10:00 am

Alaroma wrote:
Josephine Kiser

Josephine was sipping a can of Coca Cola while she was in the Garage before she hear the crisp yell "MOTHERFUCKER!" sounding like it came from her brother Brandon. Now this raised an eyebrow from Josephine, but she was sort of used to her brother's antics by this point, so she continued drinking her soft drink, and inspecting her Car's engine. Then it got louder, Jacqueline began shouting about a "Man being down" and "Amputation." This prompted her to take out her earbuds and wonder "What the hell is going " out loud. Then continued screaming from inside the house, finally prompting her to go inside and check on the situation. Now, her interest was only peaked because of the loud, frantic screaming, and would probably end with Josephine yelling "Shut the fuck up!" As she strolled by the Kitchen, she hurriedly finished her Soda then threw it away.

She pinpointed the location to the guest bathroom, and headed that way. She didn't care much to decipher the shouting, but she picked up a few words. When she was in the hallway with the bathroom, she saw Daciana standing on the outside and Francis at the entryway. She patted Daciana on the shoulder and gave her a wink, before pushing past Francis gently to hear the words "What I am about to tell you does not leave this room. Please. My girlfriend is Sarah Ryder. As you know she’s also Josie’s best friend.” Her eyebrows shot up, not expecting that kinda confession when she came to check on things. She looked at Brandon, then his hand, then back at Brandon. "So Brandon, why the momentously stupid self-destruction of your own hand?" She said, a dangerous edge obviously in her voice, which also had a hint of being condesending. "Daciana, Francis, leave." She said before closing the door on them.

Her eyes then turned on Brandon before taking his hand then saying "Do you know how much of an idiot you are Brandon? I'm not being rhetorical, I'm being serious." She said as she began cleaning his cut detaching the anger of her voice from the smooth operations of her hands. "First of all, what made you think punching a tree was a productive use of your time, huh? Did you seriously not realize you might hurt yourself punching a fucking tree? Are you that daft?" She said as she applied alchool to her brothers wound, cleaning it.

"That's not even the worst part, I'll admit. I'm not even mad that you're probably sleeping with my best friend. No, the fact that you HIDE-" she again applies alcohol before beginning the bandaging process "it from me is all the more insulting. Do you not trust me Brandon, is that it? Where in your 16 years of life did you gain the knowledge of thinking hiding this was a good thing? If you wanted to hide it, you shouldn't have done it. Now-" before quickly slapping him hard across the face "explain everything Brandon Kiser." in a voice seeping in poison distinctly from Josephine.


Jacqueline Kiser

Just as Jacqui was coming out of her shock at Brandon' admission, their sister Josie rushed in and immediately started ragging on their poor injured brother.

Jacqui was content to watch events unfold as Josie's grilling continued until the slap happened," Whoa, whoa....Jojo....let's dial back a bit. Wait......you didnt know about this either?"
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Aillyria would be Claudius. Temper + unwillingness to suffer fools + supporter of the P E O P L E + traditional legalist

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Well you aren't a real socialist. Just a sociopath disguised as one.
Not to mention that this thread split off from LWDT, so I assumed you would think this thread was a "revisionist hellhole".

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Postby Alaroma » Fri Jan 12, 2018 10:06 am

Josephine Kiser


"Of course I didn't know." Josephine snapped, still staring at her brother with a anger that simmered through her entire being. One that wasn't open, no, it was content to stay underneath the surface before Josephine snapped again saying "Don't just gawk at me dumbass! How long has this been going on?!" She said crossing her arms, and angrily tapping her fore arm. She felt more betrayed than angry when it came down to it, and she's not sure where the anger was coming from, but it was here now, and she was planning to use it.
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Postby Chewion » Fri Jan 12, 2018 10:10 am

Brandon Kiser

Brandon clenched his jaw from the pain coming from his hand as the alcohol burned. Then the burning of his sisters soap both physically and emotionally. He felt like crap keeping this hidden for so long. Taking a breath he decided to let it all out.

“We started dating last February. We always had an attraction to eachother but we never really talked until we had Mrs. Holden’s English honors class together. That’s when we really fell in love. We dated in secret for the rest of Sophomore year and decided to keep it a secret. It’s my fault. She wanted to tell you but I was scared you would be mad. And if you really want to know we have slept together once.... or twice.... or three times. But you can’t tell mom or dad. You know how they would react.” Taking a moment to hold back tears he looked at his sisters. First at Josie then Jackie saying “I am sorry I kept it from y’all.”
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Postby Alaroma » Fri Jan 12, 2018 10:26 am

Josephine Kiser

Josephine tossed along ideas in her head, thinking how to respond. Since last February? She thought, almost a year this has been going on behind her back. This was............she couldn't believe this. She felt her hand rising to hit Brandon again, but she dropped it, then pinching the bridges of her nose. "I see." She said, her eyes having the anger leave them, replaced with a sense of hurt in her own right. "You thought I would be mad?" She turned, and walked to the door, before saying "For someone who's known me since I was born, you don't know me that well do you Brandon?" With that she stormed out the bathroom and went to her room.

She collapsed on her bed, and her hand floated above her phone, wondering if she should talk to Sarah about this. She decided against it, but she was feeling hurt from her own best friend. How could she- no.........she wanted to tell me.........but still....... she thought, sighing in frustration. She simply looked at the fans on the ceiling of their room as they turned round and round. She tried distracting her thoughts from her brother by thinking about the mechanics behind the Ceiling fan, but her thoughts fell back, and the intense frustration came swelling back into her chest.
"Yeah, you're right. You got lucky this time. If there were Dutch people there, you would be facing so many rebels!"
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Postby Aillyria » Fri Jan 12, 2018 11:36 am

Chewion wrote:Brandon Kiser

Brandon clenched his jaw from the pain coming from his hand as the alcohol burned. Then the burning of his sisters soap both physically and emotionally. He felt like crap keeping this hidden for so long. Taking a breath he decided to let it all out.

“We started dating last February. We always had an attraction to eachother but we never really talked until we had Mrs. Holden’s English honors class together. That’s when we really fell in love. We dated in secret for the rest of Sophomore year and decided to keep it a secret. It’s my fault. She wanted to tell you but I was scared you would be mad. And if you really want to know we have slept together once.... or twice.... or three times. But you can’t tell mom or dad. You know how they would react.” Taking a moment to hold back tears he looked at his sisters. First at Josie then Jackie saying “I am sorry I kept it from y’all.”


After Josie left, Jacqui stayed behind finishing up the patching up on Brandon's hand. She wrapped his hand silently, her face portraying little emotion. A few more seconds past by and she looks up to her brother with a smile, "You know, you could've trusted atleast me, right? I mean, I'm your big sister I have experience with relationships. But you're going in blind, and you guys didn't even tell your own sister and her best friend......that is kinda messed up."
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Aillyria would be Claudius. Temper + unwillingness to suffer fools + supporter of the P E O P L E + traditional legalist

West Oros wrote:GOD DAMMIT! I thought you wouldn't be here.
Well you aren't a real socialist. Just a sociopath disguised as one.
Not to mention that this thread split off from LWDT, so I assumed you would think this thread was a "revisionist hellhole".

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Postby Chewion » Fri Jan 12, 2018 11:47 am

Aillyria wrote:
Chewion wrote:Brandon Kiser

Brandon clenched his jaw from the pain coming from his hand as the alcohol burned. Then the burning of his sisters soap both physically and emotionally. He felt like crap keeping this hidden for so long. Taking a breath he decided to let it all out.

“We started dating last February. We always had an attraction to eachother but we never really talked until we had Mrs. Holden’s English honors class together. That’s when we really fell in love. We dated in secret for the rest of Sophomore year and decided to keep it a secret. It’s my fault. She wanted to tell you but I was scared you would be mad. And if you really want to know we have slept together once.... or twice.... or three times. But you can’t tell mom or dad. You know how they would react.” Taking a moment to hold back tears he looked at his sisters. First at Josie then Jackie saying “I am sorry I kept it from y’all.”


After Josie left, Jacqui stayed behind finishing up the patching up on Brandon's hand. She wrapped his hand silently, her face portraying little emotion. A few more seconds past by and she looks up to her brother with a smile, "You know, you could've trusted atleast me, right? I mean, I'm your big sister I have experience with relationships. But you're going in blind, and you guys didn't even tell your own sister and her best friend......that is kinda messed up."

Brandon Kiser

Brandon felt hollow inside. He knew he had really hurt his sister and that made him sick to his sto. Looking up at Jackie with tears in his eyes he said “I know. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kept it from you or her.” Feeling an anger ride, mostly at himself, he started saying “I fucked up. That’s all I am is one big fuck up.” Sitting for a moment looking like he had just lost his best friend, Brandon slowly looked up to Jackie and said “Do you think she hates me? Will she ever forgive me? I hurt her. I hurt my own sister and I don’t know how to fix it.”
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Postby Revlona » Fri Jan 12, 2018 12:15 pm

Uncle Robert

The tires of his F-150 screeched in the driveway, walking up to the main house he opened the door and yelled at the top of his lungs, "Brandon, where are you boy, get down here."
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Postby Hothnia » Fri Jan 12, 2018 1:03 pm

Emilia Krupp

Emilia rocked back and forth on her heels, ignoring the odd glances she was being given by pedestrians passing by her. She stood like this for a few minutes before a black, likely expensive car, pulled up in front of her. It felt odd to say, but Emilia couldn't actually remember the last time she had ridden in a car. As if that mattered now. Out stepped someone she vaguely recognized as the man from the picture, her Uncle. He came over and gave her a hug, to which Emilia did not react to. The hug felt comforting, but it still didn't comfort her. Why would it? This man was basically a stranger, she had only seen him once before.

His other comment made Emilia think as well. He had told her she looked like her father, yet her father, when he was you know, living, always told her she looked like her mother. Emilia shrugged internally. I guess people always have different views on things. Why should that matter to me? I'll believe what I want to, and he can believe what he wants to. Emilia forced herself to smile at the man, although it likely came out more as a grimace than a smile. She walked to the car and gestured to it with her hand, asking if she could get in. After receiving the confirmation, Emilia opened the door almost cautiously, before gracefully sitting down, her suitcase between her legs and her backpack on her lap. Here we go! Yay!



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Postby Alaroma » Fri Jan 12, 2018 1:46 pm

Josephine Kiser


As Josephine did a mixture of moping, and thinking, she began to detest the fact she was by herself in her room. Thus she decided to go to Anna's room. Pulling herself off her bed, she got up and left her room. She went to the Hallway, and began walking to her Sister's room. Not bothering to knock, she walked in her room before collapsing in Anna's bed with a soft thump. Sighing, she found herself curled up into a ball before saying "Can we talk? Brandon is being a Jackass........." she said loud enough for Anna to hear. "Brandon is sleeping with Sarah." She said in a voice devoid of feeling, but she wasn't emotionless. She had many emotions going on inside, just refused to show them yet.
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Postby Segral » Fri Jan 12, 2018 5:34 pm

Larry Kiser

Larry groaned slightly as he rested his head against the seat of the cab. His luggage, guitar, and amp was in the trunk of the cab as it drove through the busy streets of Austin. The destination? His Uncle John's house, where he would be temporarily staying, or at least he planned. He hoped to stay there until he could piece his life back together, clear some debts, and get back on his feet. That is, if Uncle John would accept him. He hadn't seen John or his kids in a while, and he wondered if they would be able to keep him, or even want to keep him. He had a lot to think about right now, about where he was going to go in life, how he would get there, how he was going to fix everything he had broken. He had just come back from detox, and was a few months sober, but that was just the start.

Eventually, he had found his destination. He stepped out, grabbed his luggage, and paid the cabbie in what little money he had in his bank account. He didn't trust the cabbie to take his luggage. He didn't trust cabbies in general after he got scammed once. He jammed his debit card into his wallet, strapped his duffel bag to his back, grabbed his guitar with one hand, and amp with the other, and walked over to the Kiser House. He took a deep breath to steady himself before ringing the doorbell.
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Postby Chewion » Fri Jan 12, 2018 6:14 pm

Kiser House

John had just pulled into the driveway of his large house and had noted how his nieces eyes and taken it all in. The house and the acres of land it sat on were impressive especially for a child that lived in a small three bedroom one story house in Germany. Parking the car close to the front, he turned to her and said "Welcome to your new home. After dinner one of your cousin's can give you a tour." Getting out he opened her door for her before going to the door and going inside.

(This happens before Larry arrives.)
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Postby Vietmihn » Fri Jan 12, 2018 6:32 pm

Francis Kiser

Francis notices that everyone's leaving to go inside, so he stands by the wall and does the usual.

Francis scrolls through his phone, making many faces, ranging from disgust to joy at the random assortment of pictures and posts that somehow reached him. He was delighted at some news about his friends, and saddened by news about others.

He reflects back on his time in Afghanistan for a moment. He feels an emotional roller-coaster whenever he thinks about that topic, so he turned his thoughts to happy memories with his friends and family.
He wonders what is happening inside as he sees Johnathan come in.

He always recognized Johnathan as his favorite uncle, and continued to, so he went inside, and smiling, he said a simple greeting, surprising him, as this was the first time he had seen him in almost two and a half years.

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Postby Hothnia » Fri Jan 12, 2018 10:39 pm

Anna Kiser

Anna's eyes flicked up from the pages of her book, as her door opened, revealing an obviously down Josephine. Josephine walked over to her bed and lay down, immediately curling into a ball. Anna frowned. This certainly wasn't normal behavior for her extroverted twin sister. Anna closed her book, instinctively checking the page number before completely shutting it and setting it down. That's when Josephine began to talk.

" Hey Jo, watch it. You know I don't like curse words, don't say them in my room." Anna's face grew longer as she reprocessed what Josephine said. That's when it finally clicked. " Brandon's doing what? But, but... That's against what the bible teaches! No intimacy before marriage!" Anna clucked her tongue in dissapointment. " He had better repent soon or he will have hell to pay. Literally."

Anna glanced over at Josephine and felt a little guilty. This little conversation probably isn't helping her. I mean, her twin brother, whom she trusted, was hanging...sex.... With her best friend. That's just messed up, both religiously and morally. Although they're both the same thing, she probably doesn't want to hear it right now. Anna tried to start again. " So.... What do you plan on doing about that? Are you going to confront Sarah? If you are , remember, keep calm, docile, and do not get angry."

Emilia Krupp

Emilia spent the entire car ride in silence, much to her satisfaction. She didn't want to talk, she didn't need to talk, and she certainly didn't want some stranger nosing around in her business. Her stuff was her stuff, so just leave her alone. Emilia's eyes scanned the property as Johnathan pulled into the driveway. The house was massive, with probably as many rooms as there were on her former street. In the back she could see no end to the amount of land, and a pool and another, smaller house. Guest house? Emilia hoped she being put in there.

The front was manicured precisely, likely from the work of lawn care specialists. The garage was filled with cars of all types, especially expensive ones. Sometimes you just had to wonder how people had so much money, as the car stopped and her uncle got out, opening the door for her. Emilia's heart sunk as she was told one of her seemingly endless cousins, of which she only knew two of their names, would give her a tour. So she would have to talk, as she was sure the teen or whoever it was would ask a million questions.

Emilia gave her Uncle a fake smile and tightened her backpack, grabbing the suitcase by the handle and slowly following Kiser to the door. As Kiser walked inside, a young man leaning against a nearby wall suddenly smiled upon catching sight of the older man, running after him inside. The young man reminded her of the men that had served with her father, a young soldier with dreams of the future. Yeah right. Dreams got cut down by bullets as fast as people did. Emilia stopped at the stoop of the entrance to the house and sat down, resting her head in her hands and looking out at the street and the dying sun. Is this really Father's family? They seem, so.... Different. Emilia felt her eyes water up again and wiped them with the sleeve of her jacket. Youll get used to it Emilia. You're strong.

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Postby Khasinkonia » Sat Jan 13, 2018 12:19 am

Hothnia wrote:Anna Kiser

Anna's eyes flicked up from the pages of her book, as her door opened, revealing an obviously down Josephine. Josephine walked over to her bed and lay down, immediately curling into a ball. Anna frowned. This certainly wasn't normal behavior for her extroverted twin sister. Anna closed her book, instinctively checking the page number before completely shutting it and setting it down. That's when Josephine began to talk.

" Hey Jo, watch it. You know I don't like curse words, don't say them in my room." Anna's face grew longer as she reprocessed what Josephine said. That's when it finally clicked. " Brandon's doing what? But, but... That's against what the bible teaches! No intimacy before marriage!" Anna clucked her tongue in dissapointment. " He had better repent soon or he will have hell to pay. Literally."

Anna glanced over at Josephine and felt a little guilty. This little conversation probably isn't helping her. I mean, her twin brother, whom she trusted, was hanging...sex.... With her best friend. That's just messed up, both religiously and morally. Although they're both the same thing, she probably doesn't want to hear it right now. Anna tried to start again. " So.... What do you plan on doing about that? Are you going to confront Sarah? If you are , remember, keep calm, docile, and do not get angry."

Emilia Krupp

Emilia spent the entire car ride in silence, much to her satisfaction. She didn't want to talk, she didn't need to talk, and she certainly didn't want some stranger nosing around in her business. Her stuff was her stuff, so just leave her alone. Emilia's eyes scanned the property as Johnathan pulled into the driveway. The house was massive, with probably as many rooms as there were on her former street. In the back she could see no end to the amount of land, and a pool and another, smaller house. Guest house? Emilia hoped she being put in there.

The front was manicured precisely, likely from the work of lawn care specialists. The garage was filled with cars of all types, especially expensive ones. Sometimes you just had to wonder how people had so much money, as the car stopped and her uncle got out, opening the door for her. Emilia's heart sunk as she was told one of her seemingly endless cousins, of which she only knew two of their names, would give her a tour. So she would have to talk, as she was sure the teen or whoever it was would ask a million questions.

Emilia gave her Uncle a fake smile and tightened her backpack, grabbing the suitcase by the handle and slowly following Kiser to the door. As Kiser walked inside, a young man leaning against a nearby wall suddenly smiled upon catching sight of the older man, running after him inside. The young man reminded her of the men that had served with her father, a young soldier with dreams of the future. Yeah right. Dreams got cut down by bullets as fast as people did. Emilia stopped at the stoop of the entrance to the house and sat down, resting her head in her hands and looking out at the street and the dying sun. Is this really Father's family? They seem, so.... Different. Emilia felt her eyes water up again and wiped them with the sleeve of her jacket. Youll get used to it Emilia. You're strong.

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Daciana had gone downstairs after being asked to go away from the bathroom. It was a shame she’d missed out of quality time and getting to know her older cousin better, but what can one do in such a situation? Not much, really. It happened in her mind that she’d heard Brandon mention having a girlfriend who was Josephine’s good friend or something. As far as she was aware, it wasn’t abnormal for people Brandon’s age to date, and, back home, at least, people often started dating through someone they both knew, so maybe that was the case. Not that it really mattered. Besides, if Brandon had a girlfriend who he legitimately liked, maybe he’d be a bit less of a jerk. Or was it jock? Something like that.

It was then that she noticed a girl right outside the open front door, one who was seemingly contemplating something. She seemed to be crying, experiencing allergies, or something like that. More to the point, it was a girl who Daciana didn’t recognise. Could this be Brandon’s girlfriend? Best not to ask out loud, and instead go with something a bit more welcoming. Or at least less intrusive. If there was one thing Daciana didn’t want, it was people asking too many questions. With everyone here, that might prompt someone to go dig up some of the oldest family photos with her in it. And that, what with her still a boy in the little sailor outfit, would not be a fun conversation in the slightest.

“I’m sorry to ask, but who are you exactly?” she inquired, “I’m sorry if I should know you. I can’t recognise you.”

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Postby Hothnia » Sat Jan 13, 2018 6:56 am

Emilia Krupp

She had tried as hard as she could, but she couldn't stop the tears. She was a bit dissapointment in herself, and she was sure her father and Oma would be as well. Before she left to this....place, her Oma had taken her by the shoulders and told her to be strong, to not cry, to not give up, to try and enjoy her new life. She said it was her Father and Mother would have wanted. But still, Emilia failed already. Did it make her feel good that she failed? No. Could she do anything about it? No.

It was then that she heard footsteps behind her, and a girl's voice speaking presumably to her. Emilia stood up and wiped off her tears again, turning around to face the girl, surveying her up and down. She looked to be around her age, maybe a bit older, maybe a bit younger. She also seemed to have a bit of the Eastern European accent that she has heard so much of. Well, no escaping talking to this one. Emilia almost timidly replied, her Southern German accent unconcealed as she spoke. " My name ist Emilia, Emilia Krupp." She motioned with her hands towards the house. " I guess...I guess I live here now." Emilia turned to face the girl once more. " And who are you?"

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Postby Greater vakolicci haven » Sat Jan 13, 2018 11:00 am

Grandad Cyril

Cyril had waited for a while, and his reason was simple: he wanted to see quite how rude kids could be. Given that so many had gone outside, where their cousin Larry was knocking at the door and not answered it, he concluded that the answer was 'very.' The aging congressman rose, went to the door and opened it, before smiling happily and hugging his grandson.
Larry had had a hard life of late, and many people would say that he'd made it worse for himself: but in the mind of Cyril Kiser, Larry was a Kiser and therefore blameless of all crimes. The fact that he was always going to forgive him needed to be made obvious from day one, and so that is what Cyril opted to do.

Lucas Kiser

Their was really only one way that a fight between 4 people and one other was going to end, and soon Hana's health was down, all the way.With a muttered apology to his friends, Lucas wheeled himself out of his room and slowly and leisurely down the corridor: he was starving and he needed to get something to eat...after his first assignment: making peace with Hana.
They regularly trolled each other in games, however the two of them actually had a very close relationship: Lucas knew that making her some good hot food would probably be the best way to make her quit moaning. He didn't have to be polite, however...he swung open her door and sat their in the entrence to the room, grinning like a lunatic.
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