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Post by KISTIN THEODORE CROSS ! on Apr 12, 2009 18:11:00 GMT -5
Morgan Road was silent. That was, until a loud "pop!" echoed through it. A man wearing a red trenchcoat, white baggy shirt with black hemming, deep blue jeans and boots. His pale skin was in stark contrast to the bold red of his coat. He strode down, his boots making almost no sound at all. His blonde hair barely moved in the gentle breeze, and his icy blue eyes scanned the entire road for movement.
He reached one door and then swiftly opened it - but only a few inches. Negotiating his way through the gap, he stepped over a piece of thin string beyond it, and then closed the door behind him, sniggaring quietly at the contraption he had set.
As the door was opened more than that small distance, it pulled on a string that tipped a bucket of water that was sitting precociously on top of the ledge above the door. Then, after that, a tripwire near the ground tipped another bucket of feathers from above. The classic feathers gag. His brother would proabbly kill him for it, but hey, it was always fun watching Evan's face. Anyway, he'd laugh it off later...when he'd cooled down several hundred degrees.
Kistin walked through the main body of the house to the kitchen, where he proceeded to take his coat off, and hang it on the back of a chair - and then sat down, slouching. However, there was a reason for sitting where he sat. He had a perfect view of the front door, and by slouching and resting his head on teh table, Evander would think he had been asleep after work. This wasn't too weird, Kistin often arrived back from Diagon Alley absolutely shattered, and today, he would think, was no different. The fact his eyes were only half-closed would not be spotted, as Evander would no doubt be worrying about his appearance and his clothing, at which point, this was a foolproof plan.
Setting himself up to see the reaction on Evander's face, Kistin checked his watch and grinned. Five minutes. Only five minutes to wait. He laid his head upon his arms, and waited for mayhem to ensue.
[Note: Yes I do know that "snigg.ering" is spelt wrong. The filters won't accept it. XD]
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Post by EVANDER CHARLES CROSS! on Apr 14, 2009 19:45:17 GMT -5
 we're on a bullet and we're headed[/font][/i][/color][/sub] ( STRAIGHT INTO GOD )[/b][/font][/color] oh yes, even he'd like to end it too[/font][/size][/sup] [/center][/color]
Walking down the street with at a speedy trot, Evander hardly noticed the looks he was given. It was well known there was a trio of Vampires living in the neighborhood, at least by those who were magical and thus knew of the creatures existence. Evander wasn't never given really a warm welcoming, exactly, when he came home just before the sun rose. No, instead he was acknowledged with fear, hate, and even some mild forms of curiosity. The latter reaction was more or less given to him by the youth, who were still mystified by the creature that lived on their street. They, unlike the adults, didn't live in a world of superstition and fear born of fiction rather than fact.
Children lived in an innocent world all their own, without any restraints the adult world would later bring. Evander sometimes longed to live back in that simple time, when he and his brother would run along the streets of their hometown in Italy, smiling and laughing, oblivious to the private struggles their parents faced. Oblivious to the fact that their father had been making the biggest mistake of his life, which would soon affect them.
He pulled the pocket watch he kept from his pocket, noting that it was a little after four in the morning. that early already? Evander mused mentally, facial feature melting from their stone seriousness into a smile. He wondered what the humans would think of his seemingly backward notions? For him, saying something was 'early' truly felt late to him. The terms were the same for Humans and Vampires, in his usage of them, however the meanings were very different.
Stepping into the house, Evander froze, his cat-like eyes adjusting instantly to the low-light settings of his house. Our house he again mused mentally, the smile returning. The house he shared with his Brother, both in blood and flesh, and his sister, whom he shared relation to only through the vampiric blood in their veins. Oh, and Romano ... but he was a sort of guest, almost, popping in and out depending on his schedule and what he was doing for the Coven. In fact, Evander hadn't seen Romano in quite a while. Years, it seemed, though it had only been a few months.
Stepping cautiously from the threshold into the open place where a door led into their main dwelling, the dungeons, and where coats were hung and shoes kept. Cautious taking his coat off, Evander slid it onto a hanger and placed it next to Kistin's. There was tension in the air, he could feel it. His brother was up to something. Staring into the doorway that led to where his brother was slouched over, seemingly asleep, Evander narrowed his dark eyes. "Kistin ... " he drew the word from his mouth slowly, and carefully. Walking slowly, Evander felt his leg pull the trigger, but his yelp and jump were poorly timed and he was soaked. Luckily, the feathers missed their mark.
However, this did not stop the string of obscenities that flew from the Vampire's mouth.
After a heartbeat or two, Evander charged forward. "KISTIN THEODORE CROSS! COME HERE!" It was the type of threatening tone you knew meant you should run, and avoid that person at all costs no matter what they demanded you do.
( WHAT'S HER FACE ) Kistin<3( COUNTING UP THE COSTS ) not available as of now( INSPIRATIONAL THEME ) i'm not your boyfriend baby - 3OH!3( PASSING NOTES IN CLASS ) XD this should prove amusing. |
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Post by KISTIN THEODORE CROSS ! on Apr 15, 2009 7:11:43 GMT -5
Kistin heard the doorknob turn, and he readied himself for the explosion. There was his brother, sure enough, he saw through half-closed eyes. He watched him negotiate through the tiniest crack in the door and he silently cursed. He'd missed the water. Damn - the feathers would never work without something to hold them next to his brother's skin. Ah well, he never said the plan was foolproof...well, actually he had. Ah well, it didn't matter anyway - he'd hone it for the next time that he wished to prank his brother.
However. Evander placed his coat on the hook next to his own, and herad his name. Evan was on to him. Evan knew something was up - his tone of voice said it all. Suddenly, he hit the tripwire. What happened next, not even Kistin had been prepared for. He had somehow dislodged the bucket of water above the door, but the feathers hit the ground in front of him. Kistin fought to keep himself from laughing, in fear of ruining his pretence of being asleep. He'd had plenty of practice of this over 107 years, and he loved it.
The loud string of expletives erupting from his brother's mouth "awoke" the "sleeping" Kistin, even before his brother snarled his name. He did an elaborate pantomime of stretching his arms, and looking blearily at his brother. "Huh? Wha...?" He then "took in" his brother's appearance, and walked over to him, as calmly as he could. He knew that Evander would probably do one of two things. Either he would hit him and then swear for the next 50 years about it every time Kist moaned about something he did; or he'd tear him limb from limb, and then hit him with the soggy end, as had also been threatened before.
"What?!" He said, a look of complete innocence on his face. "Wow..." he started, as if it was a normal thing for Evan to be standing there in that state. "...Did you walk through a thunderstorm to get home? You look soaked." He was doing ever so well, he thought - not a hint of amusement on his face or in his voice. In fact, had he not been the one to have set the whole thing up, he would have thought that his voice sounded almost concerned. He looked at the mess on the floor behind his brother. "Wow..." he repeated. "Did you bring a chicken home with you, too? That's a lot of feathers. Is it malting?" Now he began to sound amused, but he tried to cover it up with his facial expressions - though he knew his eyes were giving him away, as always.
He was standing within punching distance now, and began to feel slightly concerned for his health. Then again, Evander wasn't violent. Much.
Okay. Now he was lying to himself. Yes, Evander had got violent before. Evander was the cruel calculating one. Kist was the comic relief, in effect. Opposite ends of the spectrum. chalk and cheese, almost.
Standing there, awaiting the eruption, Kistin began to mentally write his will. No different to every other time he had played a joke on his older brother, then.
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Post by EVANDER CHARLES CROSS! on May 1, 2009 19:24:39 GMT -5
we're on a bullet and we're headed [/font][/i][/color][/sub] ( STRAIGHT INTO GOD )[/b][/font][/color] oh yes, even he'd like to end it too[/font][/size][/sup] [/center][/color]
They were quite different from one another, these two. Evander was cold and calculating. He was what most thought of when they heard the word Vampire- a cold, ruthless creature who manipulated those around him to suit his needs. Now a days, it seemed Evander was a bit softer, though that was most likely due to the woman who he was currently enraptured by. Kistin was ... different. He was loud, and colourful, and a real joke of a Vampire. It wasn't bad, of course- he was comic relief when Evander needed it most, as well as support the Vampire rarely got elsewhere.
There were sometimes that he thought it would be better if he strangled his Brother so that he'd lose enough braincells to the point where he'd be a vegetable. After all, it wouldn't take very long, considering how many he had left. At these times Evander would smile mentally and realize it would be impossible to choke a Vampire, since they didn't require air to live.
Evander narrowed his cat-like eyes and stared at his brother. little twit ... you'd think he'd learn by now. though he thought such things in a loving way. Evander really did adore his younger brother, even if Kistin annoyed him to the point of snapping sometimes. It was all in good fun, though, Evander tried to convince himself as his brother pretended to wake up. If the man hadn't pulled the same trick on him quite a few times before, Evander would have fallen for it. Maybe.
"Oh please." He growled under his breath, though with the superhuman hearing that all Vampires were blessed with, it sounded as if he'd spoke in a regular tone. "I think you know very well what happened. I'm sure your ears are just as empty as your head, so give a good listen." And, of course, there was no rain to be heard.
His lips curled at the mention of malting Poultry. He almost wished he had a chicken, a live one perhaps. That way he could shove the bird down his brother's throat. Perhaps having a live Bird shoved down his throat would teach him a lesson.
"You are the most impossible brute of a Vampire. Do you know that?" Evander snarled, shoving past him and marching into the living room area of the house, shedding his shoes and socks along the way like old snake skins. He plopped down on the couch, laying his head backward as the leather grew moist beneath him. He knew it wasn't the brightest idea to sit on a couch while soaking wet but Evander was tired.
"Kistin, I'm going to wring your neck one of these days. Maybe I'll just jump you in your sleep." He growled, eying his brother.
( WHAT'S HER FACE ) Kistin<3( COUNTING UP THE COSTS ) not available as of now( INSPIRATIONAL THEME ) silence( PASSING NOTES IN CLASS ) nada. |
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