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Post by KEVIN WHITFIELD on Jul 8, 2012 15:38:09 GMT -5
Kevin had an awesome time with Melanie. He was starting to really enjoy his time with her, but the more he hung around her, the more he lied to her, and the more he lief to her, the guiltier he felt. He didn't want Melanie to know his father had all but abandoned them. He didn't want her to know the life he led, the struggles he'd faced, the obstacles he was forced to overcome as a child in order to make it to adulthood and keep he and his sister together. He didn't want his past to ruin his future, which was what he always feared it would, but the more time he spent with Melanie, the more he was realizing that maybe his crooked past wouldn't stop her from hanging around his present self. And the only person that might be able to ruin it was Kelsey.
Kevin returned home and showered, smelly and dirty from working hard on Melanie's brothers boat all day. Brandon had claimed her that evening so they didn't really get to spend much one on one time together, but he supposed that wasn't so bad. It gave him a chance to get to the house and relax a little. And relax he did! Kelsey wasn't home and he wondered what she was up to. He tried not to text her, wanting to show he trusted her and that he wasn't wondering too much about her, but as time ticked his worry grew. Finally at about nine when he still hadn't heard anything he sent her a text.
Nothing.
It was difficult for the boy not to jump to conclusions given his sister's history, but he was trying to have some faith in her. Ten... Nothing. He called but there was no answer. Eleven rolled around and still no word. It was almost midnight when she came into the door, and at this time Kevin was in full blown freak out mode. He stood up from the couch and met his sister by the door, looking her over cautiously as if he could somehow read on her face what she'd been up to. "Where were you?" He asked, his tone making it clear how upset he'd become and how worried he'd been, demanding much more than actually asking. He sounded more like a father than her brother, a role he had naturally taken over the years of caring for her despite her reluctance. "I was worried about you! Why didn't you answer your phone? Who were you with?" The twenty questions started before he really had a chance to stop himself. He knew she would probably fight him before answering calmly and putting him at ease, but he was frantic now, having assumed the worst. It wasn't like he could smell the coke in her or the acid if that had been the case, though he knew her eyes might tell the story. He reached for the light, wanting to get a good look at her brown eyes, wondering if she would cooperate with him or not.
Kevin never knew how Kelsey would react to him.
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Post by kelseywhitfield on Jul 8, 2012 20:24:32 GMT -5
Kelsey knew she was in for shit when she looked at her phone and noticed the missed calls and texts from Kevin. Then she noticed the time, "Shit..." It was muttered under her breath as she quickly said her goodbyes to the people she was talking to. Walking out of the door, towards her motorcycle, she still held out her phone as she contemplated what text she could send that could possibly calm her brother down before she entered the shit storm. Because that was what it was going to be; neither of them, as inseparable as they were, backed down from a fight. She could tell him the truth. That she was attending a Narcotics Anonymous group meeting, even though she despised being around some of the people there, as she could tell they still used. Users made her skin itch, because she knew they would have some on them and she knew that she wanted it. However, she attended, because she needed these people to talk to because her brother would never understand what it was like.
She could tell him the truth, but would he even believe her?
As she grabbed her pink motorcycle helmet out of the compartment in the seat, she resigned herself to just trying to explain herself there. Nothing would calm him down now, or at least, she was pretty sure. She pulled into the apartment complex, her heart beat a bit faster, the exhilaration of not knowing exactly what kind of mood he was in setting her nerves alight. Kelsey took her time, securing her motorcycle helmet in its compartment, and covering the vehicle to protect it from the environment. Smoothing down some wild hair and straightening her clothes, she walked to the front door, took a deep breath and walked into the apartment.
It was like a hurricane blowing her over, the emotion she could feel pouring off her brother and aimed at her. It was an instant reaction to something that had happened a million times before, she shut down. Kelsey quit thinking about explaining herself and just got angry at how angry he was. She pushed Kevin away from her as he met her by the door. Not hard, just enough to show she needed some space. "I was out. Where were you?" She could hear the hurt in his voice and could see just how worried he was, but she looked away. For a second she went back to her original idea of telling the truth, but then the questions started and again she doubted that he would even believe her.
"My phone was off. Is that a crime?" She spat out at him, looking away again and trying to walk around him towards the couch. Suddenly a light was being shined in her eyes and she pushed it away. "What the hell Kevin? I'm 28 years old. I'm not a baby. I think I can stay out til midnight without checking in and without you freaking the hell out. So back the hell off." She then shoved her way to the couch, slumping down into her brother's 'bed' and flicking on the television to some show. She wasn't really paying attention to what.
[ooc | eh, still trying to find her voice, so not that great. But this is a great practice thread for me. xD ]
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Post by KEVIN WHITFIELD on Jul 9, 2012 18:38:57 GMT -5
"I was out. Where were you?"
No one had the ability to piss him off more than his sister. He wanted to slap her like he often wanted to do, but he had yet to lay a hand on her and as much as he wanted to start, he wouldn't tonight even though she had certainly started with her little shove. His teeth clenched, as did his hands as he followed her. "Here. Worrying about you." He shot back. Was it really so hard to get a straightforward answer out of her? Couldn't she just placate him with some bullshit lie at least? Though he would know and then that would cause even more hell.
Her excuse was a crappy one. Her phone was off? She knew he worried! She had business to at least send a message. Turn it on, shoot a text, and then shut it again if that was what she wanted to do, but something would have been better than nothing at all.
"What the hell Kevin? I'm 28 years old. I'm not a baby. I think I can stay out til midnight without checking in and without you freaking the hell out. So back the hell off." He glared after her, seething as she plopped onto the couch. He was tired and wanted to sleep, but he was also too angry to sleep and it wasn't like he could even go storm off to his room and slam the door. She was sitting in "his room".
He went over and stood in front of her, blocking her view of the TV and snatching the remote roughly from her hands. He turned and shut the TV off and tossed the remote back down on the couch a little ways away from her. "Why do you always do this, Kels? I don't care how old you are, you're all I have and yah know what? I just don't trust your judgement yet. I don't think it's such a crazy thing to ask that you let me know you're okay considering your past." He hated throwing it in her face, and he knew she hated it even more, but Kevin needed to say it. He needed to drive a point home the only way he knew how. "You're my responsibility." He knew she was really her own responsibility, but that didn't stop him from considering himself her caretaker. He had always seen himself as that, and he probably always would.
"You're so selfish." He grumbled, shaking his head and storming off to the tiny kitchen that was just off to the side of the living room. It wasn't really an escape from her; nowhere in the apartment would be, but it felt good to storm off.
OOC: I thought it was good. It sometimes takes a few posts to really feel the char out, but I think you did awesome :] Also I sort of power played a lil with snatching the remote. Lemme know if you want me to change it!
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Post by kelseywhitfield on Jul 10, 2012 7:36:01 GMT -5
She knew she was going to piss him off even more by sitting down on what was essentially his bed. Maybe that was why she did it. There was something so cathartic about yelling at Kevin until they both either grew too frustrated and separated, they came to an understanding, or they just glared at each other until it became ridiculous. Well, at least ridiculous to Kelsey. She was the one pushing the buttons most of the time after all. She flipped through the channels idly as she felt out the tension in the room, it was hard to concentrate on Snooki when your nerves were on red-alert, telling you that someone else in the room was in a slightly murderous mood.
Suddenly there was a big lumbering beast in front of her view of the television. Oh wait, it was just her brother. "Seriously, Kev?" Her response to his actions was cut short when he took it a step further and snatched the remote out of her hands. "Seriously!" She crossed her arms across her chest like an indignant child and swept her legs up onto the couch to sit cross-legged, glaring up at her brother. "Don't think I can't whoop your butt." She muttered as she looked down at the discarded remote contemplating whether to pick it up and just turn the TV back on. That would probably infuriate him even more, but it wouldn't exactly help her argument that she was a grown adult.
"Why do you always do this, Kels? I don't care how old you are, you're all I have and yah know what? I just don't trust your judgement yet. I don't think it's such a crazy thing to ask that you let me know you're okay considering your past."
Kelsey ground her teeth together as she listened to her brother talk. This was low, real low. He knew how much she hated when he threw her addictions back on her. Her eyes went from focusing on the carpeting to staring him straight in the face with a look of contempt. "I'm not your responsibility Kev. I'm no one's responsibility. I'm the oldest, I should-," she paused and restarted. "I sure as hell don't need someone taking care of me. I know I effed up in the past. I know it sucked, but I don't need you snooping around into every last detail of my life and looking at every one of my friends like they're a potential threat." What she was going to say before she stopped was 'I should be taking care of you.' But she couldn't say that could she? Because she had never taken care of Kevin the way he had taken care of her. She had never had to put up with him spending every cent that they had on drugs. She had never walked in on him bleeding out onto the bathroom floor and had to keep him clinging onto life until the paramedics showed. She had never really worried about Kev at all.
She barely heard the last thing he said before he stormed off into the kitchen. She was losing her steam, because his argument had hurt her. He was playing dirty and it wasn't fair. Still, she stormed after him. "Selfish? How dare you? I wasn't the one who dragged their sibling halfway across the country to some stupid town just so they could see their friend again." She spat out.
"I didn't abandon my twin to a bunch of strangers when she was going through the worst time in her life." She nearly growled the last sentence under her breath, then almost looked surprised when she said it. Kelsey hadn't realized she was so upset with her brother about that until it just popped out of her mouth. But there it was, out in the open. So now she had to go with it.
"You just left me there, Kev, all alone. And now I'm supposed to get your permission for every little thing? I'm here now, I'm safe, I'm not high... what the hell more do you want from me?"
OOC | Nope its cool. I don't mind powerplaying all that much unless someone is seriously maiming/killing my character. Little things just make stuff more interesting, and waiting on someone else to approve / let something happen to their character before you can act on that action (if that made sense) just gets annoying after awhile. lol
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Post by KEVIN WHITFIELD on Jul 10, 2012 9:10:48 GMT -5
Kevin pulled the refrigerator door open and looked inside for something to eat or drink. Even though he knew there wasn't anything in there worth eating, he still had to look as if something might have magically appeared. Finally he grabbed the milk and dropped it on the counter angrily as he heard Kelsey storming after him.
"Selfish? How dare you? I wasn't the one who dragged their sibling halfway across the country to some stupid town just so they could see their friend again." She spat at him making him turn his head and glare down at her. That was NOT why he moved them. He moved them because he was afraid she would relapse and this was the only place he knew he could find a support system. Kit had always been there for them when they'd needed it, and this was where Kit was. If it came down to picking Kit or Kelsey, she would trump his best friend every time. "That's not why we moved and you know it." He growled at her, but clearly she wasn't done with her own verbal lashing.
"I didn't abandon my twin to a bunch of strangers when she was going through the worst time in her life." Her words stung and he actually flinched. Is that what she though he'd done? Abandoned her? "You just left me there, Kev, all alone. And now I'm supposed to get your permission for every little thing? I'm here now, I'm safe, I'm not high... what the hell more do you want from me?"
He looked away from her, gripping the counter with both hands as his back hunched slightly. He stared blankly down at it, her words still stinging his ego. He'd used his entire existence to keep her safe and healthy and all she did was resent him. He knew he could be kinder about it, but he'd walked in on too many things he shouldn't have in the past. He blamed their father for forcing them in their messed up situation, but he blamed himself more for not keeping her safe, and clearly Kelsey felt the same.
"Reassurance." He finally said, his voice soft and clearly showing the disappointment he felt. His eyes slipped shut as he tried to regain some amount of control over his emotions. He didn't like feeling so weak. He didn't like letting her know she could get to him. "I didn't abandon you, Kels.." His tone was still soft, teetering on meek. "I was worried about you. I didn't know how to fix you... you didn't see what you were doing to yourself, to me..." God, how he wanted to escape and be alone. He wanted Melanie. He wanted to confide in her, tell her the truth so he could just feel better about it all but he didn't know where Melanie lived and it was too late to call anyway. She was definitely sleeping now. "It fucking hurt leaving you there. I didn't want to.. I just wanted what was best for you, and fight with me all you fucking want, that was what was best." He finally looked back at her, messy long brown hair in his eyes almost challenging her to disagree.
He looked away again and opened the cabinet by his head and pulled out a glass, picking the milk up and unscrewing the lid. "You don't need my permission to do things. All I want to know is that you're safe. That's it. I didn't think that was so much to ask." He said, pouring the milk before putting the jug back into the fridge.
OOC: Agreed! Not all players feel that way, but I'm glad you do. XD everyone on the site's like that too, so go ahead and power play as necessary XD
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Post by kelseywhitfield on Jul 11, 2012 6:26:50 GMT -5
It was these moments where Kelsey wanted to be face-to-face with her brother that she cursed whatever genes were left out on her side of twindom. Being almost a foot shorter than him really cramped her style, aggression wise. It was hard not to look like she had a napoleon complex some times. "That's not why we moved and you know it." Sure she knew it, but had she really been asked? No. She had just been ripped out of the only place she knew and to some messed up Guardian town. Not that she really understood much about those freaks other than what she knew about Kit. Ok, so maybe she shouldn't call them freaks, but really... what kind of person can actually change his whole body into something else? Who knew what else was out there...
This quickly began to feel like an argument Kelsey didn't want to have anymore. Yeah, she liked pushing her brother's buttons, but this felt like they were both out for blood. This felt more... real, she supposed. She did love her brother, she loved him more than she loved herself, but she couldn't let him know that or he would just freak out more. She pulled her hair back out of her face, holding it back in a ponytail, not really knowing why, she just needed something to do with her hands. Sometimes they got like that; restless... Her room was nearly plastered with various origami from the times she just needed something to do, something to get her mind off of what she really wanted to do.This argument was making her uncomfortable, which was strange because usually spats with her brother were like bread and butter to her. Again she got the feeling that this was different... She should just tell him the truth.
Letting her hair fall, she leaned back against the counter, crossing her arms and then uncrossing them. Then her fingers started playing with the hem of her shirt, which caused the bracelets on her arm to jangle loudly. "It fucking hurt leaving you there. I didn't want to.. I just wanted what was best for you, and fight with me all you fucking want, that was what was best." Tell him the truth, Kelsey. Is it really that hard? It actually was for her... Lies came naturally to her. She had been doing it since she was six years old. Lying about her father, lying to her brother about the people at the foster homes, lying about drugs or money, lying about where she'd been. Her life had become more fiction than reality back in Texas.
"You don't need my permission to do things. All I want to know is that you're safe. That's it. I didn't think that was so much to ask."
Kelsey had been strangely quiet up until now. Her voice was a whisper when she finally did speak, making an active choice to end the argument. Well... at least try. It seemed neither of them was really in a fighting mood. This just hurt too much. "I'm sor.." She choked a bit on her whisper, so she coughed and then tried again louder. "I'm sorry, Kev. I was at an NA meeting. No phones allowed." There it was... the truth, and Kelsey's face nearly was a grimace as she waited for Kevin to disbelieve her and be disappointed or yell or something. Her hands went from fiddling with the hem on her shirt, to her mouth where she began chewing on her nails. Another bad habit she had picked up during her time on drugs and during rehab. Ripping off part of her nail, down to the nail bed, she tasted blood in her mouth. "Dammit." She swore under her breath and then tried to keep her hands down, but she was nervous and starting to panic, so her hands began to shake and she didn't know what to do with them.
What if he really didn't believe her? What if he kicked her out because he was finally fed up? What if he was really, that angry and disappointed this time? She couldn't blame him; she looked at him and saw just how much she had put him through. But she didn't want him to go.
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Post by KEVIN WHITFIELD on Jul 11, 2012 19:01:52 GMT -5
After all he'd spilled she had nothing to say and Kevin sighed, grabbing his glass of milk and taking a deep sip, intent on walking away when she opened her mouth. "I'm sor.." She started to whisper before coughing and trying once more. "I'm sorry, Kev." He was surpised by the apology and stood still, watching in anticipation. "I was at an NA meeting. No phones allowed."
His first thought was she was full of shit and this was a lame excuse, one designed to get him off her back and be be happy she was making a change like he wanted. He studied her reaction, though. The wasn't cocky or confident like he would expect her to be, arrogant with her victory. She seemed nervous, almost like he would freak out at her which he initially wanted to do. Kevin knew her well, though. She seemed like she was telling the truth, that or she had become an even better liar than she already was. Plus, hadn't he just told Melanie he needed to have more faith in his sister and trust her? It was hard to do, but Oregon meant a new beginning for him too and that included not jumping to conclusions when she says something that might not be true. Maybe she really had gone. Maybe she really was interested in changing.
When she bit her nail too far he sighed. "Go sit down, I'll get a bandaid." He commanded soflty, his tone non threatening and hoping for once she might actually listen to him. He set his glass down and moved back through the living room and too the bathroom. Kevin sorted through the medicine cabinet and pulled out the peroxide and a bandaid before making his way back towards his sister.
"I believe you." He offered softly, almost bashful. He was going out on a lim trusting her, and hoping she really was telling the truth. If there were problems he wanted to squelch them before they blew up. "Do you, uh.. wanna talk about it or anything?" He asked, avoiding her eyes as he worked on mending her finger, having a feeling she wouldn't want to tell him, or worse, asusming he was asking to verify her story. They loved each other but there was no denying that either of them always saw the worst in the other.
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Post by kelseywhitfield on Jul 18, 2012 15:37:24 GMT -5
Always taking care of her it seemed, she couldn't escape it. But then again, she really didn't want to. As much as she complained about her brother being overprotective or fatherly or just always in her fricking business all the fricking time. At least it meant he cared, right? He could just not give a shit and let her spiral down into darkness that she had really tried to go down into. If it wasn't for him, she would surely be dead right now and that was in no way a metaphor.
She walked out of the kitchen sucking on the bleeding finger and alternately clenching it with the other hand trying to keep the bleeding under control. She wasn't really very good with the whole first aid thing. Sitting down once again on Kevin's 'bed', she still looked rather like a kicked puppy. She didn't like telling the truth, lies were so much easier and so much more comfortable. Telling the truth made her feel to vunerable, like someone could come and stir up her insides again. In fact, she felt visibly nauseous after she had told the truth and was still waiting for his reaction. After all, she still didn't know if he believed her or not.
Kelsey looked up as he came back into the room, already preparing a pack of lies more believable sounding (to her at least) to spout at him if he was still angry for some reason. When he said he believed her she let out a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding and also gave him a disbelieving look. "You believe me? Really? I mean... its the truth, but I just..." She was digging herself a hole she thought and shut up, but still she really hadn't considered the fact that he would just accept the answer without some sort of argument first. "Do you, uh... wanna talk about it or anything?" She nearly laughed at that, but held her tongue as she watched him work on her finger, hissing a little bit as the peroxide hit the open wound.
"Um... no, not really. Its just a bunch of sad stories from sad people trying not to be so sad anymore." She didn't really think about the fact that he might have been looking for more information to confirm the story, she was still reeling from the fact that he had just accepted what she had said without question. "Is there something wrong with you? I mean, I'm telling the truth... but you would have never believed me before... What's up? I'm concerned bro."
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Post by KEVIN WHITFIELD on Jul 18, 2012 20:54:01 GMT -5
Kevin didn't like that his sister seemed surprised that he believed her, though he knew he couldn't blame her. He had always thought the worst of her and he had always been accusatory in the past. She had given him plenty of reason to assume she was lying, be it coming home smelling like booze, or being out all night, or just acting overall paranoid. She wasn't showing those signs tonight, but he was so used to jumping down her throat and assuming she had been out fucking herself up that it was hard for him not to think she did those things.
"Um... no, not really. Its just a bunch of sad stories from sad people trying not to be so sad anymore." He looked up into her eyes briefly before back to the cut he was wrapping up. She was probably telling the truth despite her being so damn vague. He knew she wouldn't want to talk about it. She probably felt embarrassed about being there, but Kevin wished she would open up to him more. He knew the reason she didn't was all because of him, but still. She was part to blame and it would make lie so much easier if she could just use him as a crutch like she did when they were too young to know how cruel the world was.
"Is there something wrong with you? I mean, I'm telling the truth... but you would have never believed me before... What's up? I'm concerned bro."
He offered a sad sort of half smile and shrugged, finishing putting the bandage on and picking up the trash from it. "What, you're not the only one trying to start fresh?" He taunted softly. He didn't move, looking down at his feet. "I was talking a little to Melanie.. that girl I'm sorta seeing from the boat?" He hadn't told Kelsey much about Melanie, but he at least mentioned in passing he had run into her at the pier and was now working for her brothers fishing business. "And mentioned that we were starting fresh and I just needed to trust you more. And I do." He looked up cautiously, not sure how she would take it. "I haven't exactly been fair to you. I mean, you haven't really given me much of a reason to be, but I could have been nicer about things.. and I guess I just want to bury the hatchet. I'm tired of constantly suspecting you're up to no good, and I can't help it sometimes, like tonight, but.. I'm gonna try. I promise I'm going to try not to be so damn pushy since you promised you're going to stay out of trouble." He pursed his lips, "Is that so hard to believe?"
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