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thecomplex2014-07-27 10:23 pm
handouts) wrote in thecomplex2014-07-27 10:23 pm
In which a man and his sister move in [HANDOUTS+CHINAGRETEL]
Creaaak- EXHAUST. And with that, a dim diesel rumble. A moving truck sits in front of one of the empty complex rooms, and at the wheel of the little uhaul, Kai slumps.
God, he shouldn't be this tired from driving thirty minutes down the road with just his off hand in front of his sister. She probably already wants to kill him for how useless his injuries are making him. Absolutely no lifting, says the nice doctor. Not that he didn't try anyway, and bend double for breath, holding his ribs.
The blond girl next to him seems to be pointedly ignoring him, texting away on a cell phone paid out to the end of the month.
This hasn't been the best month for Rylie either, naturally, but when a fourteen-year-old girl has to call on a posse of would-be-boyfriends and buddies after the estate sale, and pack up the majority of odds and ends herself you know you're in sad shape.
He'd swear there's transparent evasion in all those friends suddenly being too busy to help her move in. Rylie does NOT approve of their new place, does not approve of having people realize she's suddenly not in such good shape financially. She's not even officially guardian'd up yet, with all the paperwork and shit.
Enormity sits like a weight on Kai's shoulders, but he straightens up and forces an eyebrow waggle--the kind Rylie always hated.
He is so bad at being their dad.
God, how are they going to get this to the second floor?
Fortunately, he's got resting bitchface to hide that.
They didn't even sing stupid songs on the way over.
Does she still do that? The last time they really spent more than a chance weekend in the same space, his sister was twelve. Now she's a bleach-blonde and a cheerleader.
She's a total stranger, and he's not the artsy older brother with bad taste anymore.
What the Hell are they going to do?
"Ready to move in?"
She ignores him, texting away with her thumbs, booted feet scrunched up on the edge of the seat, hunching her in.
Kai reaches out, and taps her knee, "Hey-"
"get off. i got it." Rylie snaps, clicking her gum at him, with a knock of her knee, stowing the phone and wrenching open the door with a twist.
She slams it after her, and Kai can't help but cringe a little on the inside.
He slides out of the cab after her, wondering if maybe he can fudge carrying in their winter coats or some blankets or something, wondering when he's supposed to get used to actually being less useful than a normal human being, and if he'll have enough rent to avoid getting evicted in two months.
Must be nice to still be a teenager...
God, he shouldn't be this tired from driving thirty minutes down the road with just his off hand in front of his sister. She probably already wants to kill him for how useless his injuries are making him. Absolutely no lifting, says the nice doctor. Not that he didn't try anyway, and bend double for breath, holding his ribs.
The blond girl next to him seems to be pointedly ignoring him, texting away on a cell phone paid out to the end of the month.
This hasn't been the best month for Rylie either, naturally, but when a fourteen-year-old girl has to call on a posse of would-be-boyfriends and buddies after the estate sale, and pack up the majority of odds and ends herself you know you're in sad shape.
He'd swear there's transparent evasion in all those friends suddenly being too busy to help her move in. Rylie does NOT approve of their new place, does not approve of having people realize she's suddenly not in such good shape financially. She's not even officially guardian'd up yet, with all the paperwork and shit.
Enormity sits like a weight on Kai's shoulders, but he straightens up and forces an eyebrow waggle--the kind Rylie always hated.
He is so bad at being their dad.
God, how are they going to get this to the second floor?
Fortunately, he's got resting bitchface to hide that.
They didn't even sing stupid songs on the way over.
Does she still do that? The last time they really spent more than a chance weekend in the same space, his sister was twelve. Now she's a bleach-blonde and a cheerleader.
She's a total stranger, and he's not the artsy older brother with bad taste anymore.
What the Hell are they going to do?
"Ready to move in?"
She ignores him, texting away with her thumbs, booted feet scrunched up on the edge of the seat, hunching her in.
Kai reaches out, and taps her knee, "Hey-"
"get off. i got it." Rylie snaps, clicking her gum at him, with a knock of her knee, stowing the phone and wrenching open the door with a twist.
She slams it after her, and Kai can't help but cringe a little on the inside.
He slides out of the cab after her, wondering if maybe he can fudge carrying in their winter coats or some blankets or something, wondering when he's supposed to get used to actually being less useful than a normal human being, and if he'll have enough rent to avoid getting evicted in two months.
Must be nice to still be a teenager...
[Kai and Grace---watching the others] (aiiiiie yussss Hunter.)
I object to the indiscriminate state of an undetermined origin mouth far less than I object to a young white man with an inability to parse a Fight Club reference when he hears it.
[Seriously, Sky.
You're a disappointment as a man.
He does turn a flat, blank face to you at the mention of dinner.]
Ah...
Cereal with beef jerky is an inappropriate choice for a growing young woman?
[1/2] [Kai and Grace---watching the others]
Fight Club's one of those all young men should see.
And young women.
But I'm biased because I like movies where people beat the shit out of each other.
[Grace loves violent movies.]
Depends who you ask.
I had a couple of meals like that when I moved out.
And a lot of instant meals. Mostly burned.
Things out of cans.
Sometimes I had cookies for dinner because fuck, why not, right?
[Grace should not be asked about proper eating.]
[2/2] [Kai and Grace now with Instant!Hunter---watching the others]
Hey, so you have new neighbors?
It's been a while since someone new moved in, right?
[Then he realizes he knows the guy she's talking to. He looks from Kai to the uhaul.]
Oh.
Hey.
So you moved in after all?
Kai, Grace, Hunter--- by the truck, supervising
Cookies. There's an idea...
[He seems to be thinking this over as Hunter bounds up and asks Grace about the move. When addressed, Kai blinks, looks up, and brightens up immediately, completely forgetting that he looks a lot more beat up and homeless than he originally did. Which is possibly saying something.]
Oh. Hey. Awesome. Yeah.
[Hand out, while asking Grace,]
I didn't know he was one of yours.
Hunter, was it?
I wouldn't be moving in on the backs of sweating teenagers today without this guy's help-
[Wait. No. Car. Trails off, and you swear his eyes dilate in front of you.
My God, that's a beautiful car.]
[1/2] Kai, Grace, Hunter--- by the truck, supervising
You already know each other.
That makes everything so much easier.
Hunter, I hope you're ready to do some heavy lifting.
I volunteered you and Sky to help move Kai and his cute sister in.
[She grabs Hunter and pulls him to her side with a grin. She's so pleased. She knew she could count on him to make a good impression on new neighbors. All is going well.]
[2/2] Kai, Grace, Hunter--- by the truck, supervising
[But he doesn't make a fuss about it. Arguing with Grace was kind of pointless. And anyway, he doesn't mind. Kai had seemed like a pretty nice guy.
He notices where Kai's gaze is after a second. He's kind of pleased whenever he catches someone eyeing up his car. Though also maybe a little embarrassed too.]
Ah...
Right.
That's Boris.
I could introduce you all properly and stuff once you're moved in, if you want?
Re: [2/2] Kai, Grace, Hunter--- by the truck, supervising
With my hair a mess? What kind of first impression would that be?
It'd make me cry to have a beautiful car like that laugh at me.
[But then he smiles and squints, shielding his eyes so he can get a good look.]
What is it? A dodge?
Looks a little like the old style viper with the V10 from here, but with custom paint.
You're on first name terms with a viper? That's pretty hardcore, bro.
[And he gets that dreamy look of a boy who used to sneak car magazines into the bathroom with him.
What he wouldn't give for two hands and a go in your car around some corners.
Ughhhhhhhh.]
1/2 Kai, Grace, Hunter | And then I guess we'll just connect this back into the other thread here..?
Sort of a toned down version of the viper?
The orange color is sort of it's trademark feature?
Copper fire orange.
[Hunter loves his car. His father didn't really seem to know or understand the things he liked, but the car had been one thing the man had gotten right. It made the car all the more important--a feeling like maybe his dad was trying to understand him. Sure, it came with a stipulation that he'd have to get into sports, but that had all worked out fine.
He wants it to mean something, no matter what he'd tell other people. He wants it to be a sign that his dad is paying attention.
Maybe it was just a fluke. He'd rather it not be.]
Ah.
Sorry.
I came over to help you move stuff.
I should get on that...
Is Sky already taking stuff up?
2/3 Kai, Grace, Hunter | And then I guess we'll just connect this back into the other thread here..?
That's when she hears the calling out.]
Hear that boys?
Enough flirting with the car.
Sky was helping the sister move a desk.
Ten bucks says she wants you to come lift it off his scrawny ass, Hunter.
3/3 Kai, Grace, Hunter | And then I guess we'll just connect this back into the other thread here..?
[Hunter just gives her a look for that joke.]
I'll go see what they need help with then.
Introductions to Boris will just have to wait.
[He turns and takes off to where Rylie and Sky are.]