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Post by Kaleb Parker on Oct 16, 2007 1:20:43 GMT
Kaleb rested against the door frame, keeping the wet cloth on his face.
His wand had backfired on him and he'd ended up with a few cuts and bruises.
Nothing too serious, he thought at least.
Even though his head was pounding.
He sat down in a nearby chair, applying more pressure to the cloth.
"Well, least still got all my limbs," He mutters to himself.
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Post by Jacqueline Dawson on Oct 16, 2007 16:05:18 GMT
"What did you do now?" Jacqueline sighs, throwing herself down in the chair next to Kaleb.
"We don't need more casualties in the family," She grins.
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Post by Kaleb Parker on Oct 16, 2007 21:49:45 GMT
Kaleb looks up, a bit startled, he nods in acknowledgment, keeping the cloth on the left side of his face,"Fine, I'm fine." He mumbles.
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Post by Jacqueline Dawson on Oct 17, 2007 17:38:56 GMT
"Is that the only greeting I get? Well screw you!" She laughs.
She knew her brother and Kaleb didn't get on, and that she was indeed very like her brother, but surely that didn't mean that her and her cousin couldn't get along, did it?
"What'd you do?" She asks interestedly.
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Post by Kaleb Parker on Oct 17, 2007 21:31:26 GMT
"Yeah, that's the only greeting you get," He says, smile tugging on his face.
At frist glance, Kaleb looked like a pretty mean guy, but in reality, he was a big softie.
Especially when it came to his family,
"Like I said squirt, it's nothin' don't worry 'bout it."
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Post by Jacqueline Dawson on Oct 18, 2007 16:29:56 GMT
She grins and hugs him, "Yay! So he does smile!"
She let go of him pretty quick though, because she knew it wasn't like hugging her brothers who'd hug her back and not let her go until she regretted the decision to hug them, or like hugging Chase where she could sit on his lap and he wouldn't care, or like hugging MJ and Rory who didn't mind at all how long you hugged them for.
"Don't call me squirt! I'll have you know, I've grown loads. When I'm as tall as you are, then you'll be sorry," She grins, "Don't worry, I'm not worried. Just wanna know how you did it."
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Post by Kaleb Parker on Oct 18, 2007 21:05:45 GMT
"Yeah yeah," He mutters, small smile on his face, leaning his head back as she hugs him so not to drip any blood on her, and patting her lightly on the back.
"Oh yeah, you'll be as tall as me when that sister of mine stop cleaning up after all of us, and muttering 'men' under her breath," He laughs slightly the shrugs,"Wasn't paying attention, payed the price. Simple as that."
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Post by Jacqueline Dawson on Oct 19, 2007 17:10:39 GMT
"Yeah, yeah, you's a mean old grouch..." She grins, bobbing her head from side to side. "I'm gonna be as tall as you. I swear to God I will. Oh Bob...you're no fun. You're supposed to tell me an epic story about a life and death struggle and stuff."
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Post by Kaleb Parker on Oct 19, 2007 20:57:09 GMT
"Oi, I'm not that old," He laughs, clipping her lightly round the side of the head,"You will not," He chuckles slightly, then winces putting the cloth back on his eye,"Alright, alright, you want a life a death story now do you?"
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Post by Jacqueline Dawson on Oct 21, 2007 10:45:06 GMT
"Okay, okay," She grins, then adds under her breath but deliberately loud enough for him to hear, "Are."
"I will so," She laughs, putting her hands on her hips, "Just look at Nate and No-No, they're tall, I'm gonna grow tall like them."
"Yes! Something exciting...that I can just go...wow at. That'd be cool please."
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Post by Kaleb Parker on Oct 21, 2007 15:37:50 GMT
"Little runt," He laughs, ruffling her hair.
"Yeah, or you'll get the short gene like MJ did," He smirks slightly then leans back slightly in his chair,"Alright, alright. Amazing life death story, lemme think about this,"
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Post by Jacqueline Dawson on Oct 22, 2007 14:47:41 GMT
She grins toothily at him, "That I am."
"NO!" She gasps, "I don't want that! Kaleb, can I borrow your tall gene? I promise I'll give it back."
She put her forefinger to her chin, and furrowed her brow, "Thinky...thinky...this is what you look like when you're thinking..." She pulled a face by stretching her jaw and furrowing her brow even more.
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Post by Kaleb Parker on Oct 23, 2007 0:26:37 GMT
"Took over Charlie-Dooldle's place," He nods.
"No can do Jackie, your stuck with the gene you got."
He laughs lightly,"Oi, want your story or not?"
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Post by Jacqueline Dawson on Oct 23, 2007 12:34:56 GMT
"I know," She pouts, "Damnit."
"Yes, story! Story! Story!" She cheers, "I'll behave."
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Post by Kaleb Parker on Oct 23, 2007 23:52:53 GMT
He grins slightly pushing his hair back off his forehead,
"Alright then, story." He pauses thinking how to put it into words.
"Well let's see, boring day, bored out of my mind, thought of shooting of random spells and my wand backfired on me, tis all."
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Post by Jacqueline Dawson on Oct 24, 2007 9:09:32 GMT
She looks at him open mouthed, then announced with a grin, "That story sucked Kaleb. This is a story, right?"
"Charlie is genius, right; he's made from a million pieces of old bubble gum, ha, imagine that! In the summer of 1976, on his way home from an Alice Cooper concert, Charlie started to melt onto the pavement; It was too hot in LA, and he melted like a pink bitch. Luckily though, there was Eric Phillips, a local crocodile who dabbled in black magic. He took pity on Charlie and scraped him off the floor with a pair of fish slices. He poured him into an antique soup ladle and boarded his magic carpet; Destination Alaska! Eric Phillips decided to refreeze Charlie, but in his cold-blooded reptilian haste, he refroze him into to the shape of a hoover. Charlie wasn't fazed though, he just zoomed about the place sucking up Inuits. The Inuits didn't mind, they loved it in Charlie's pink tight warm belly pouch, and they refused to come out. Charlie said 'I'm cool with that,' and set fire to a posh hammer to make it official. The downside was that the Inuits suffocated immediately. It was air-tight in there. Charlie panicked and fired the tiny Inuit bullets into Eric's crocodile peepers. The green shape was frozen. After a quick drink Charlie stole Eric Phillips' magic carpet and left for Seattle. Charlie was racked with guilt, he'd killed 50 Inuits, no-one needs that. He decided to spend the rest of his life putting small hairstyles onto boots, monkey nuts, trumpets and spanners," She looks back up at him and grins triumphantly, "That, dear cousin, is a story."
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Post by Kaleb Parker on Oct 24, 2007 22:19:43 GMT
"Well I'm a sad excuse of a story teller then,"
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Post by Jacqueline Dawson on Oct 25, 2007 10:38:30 GMT
"Hell yeah, you are. You should work on that," She jokes.
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Post by Kaleb Parker on Oct 25, 2007 23:47:37 GMT
"Gee thanks Leney, nice to know what you really think of me."
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Post by Jacqueline Dawson on Oct 26, 2007 12:43:43 GMT
"You know I love yous!" She exclaims, "I would hug you but I don't want you to kill me."
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Post by Kaleb Parker on Oct 27, 2007 18:24:33 GMT
"I won't kill you," He laughs, amazed how much his whole tough guy attitude worked.
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Post by Jacqueline Dawson on Oct 28, 2007 13:59:32 GMT
"That's not what I've heard," She crosses her arms, trying to keep a straight face, "People talk Lebby."
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Post by Kaleb Parker on Oct 28, 2007 19:44:57 GMT
"Yeah people as in your brother?"
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Post by Jacqueline Dawson on Oct 29, 2007 17:36:49 GMT
She glances around shiftily then lies, "Uh...no."
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Post by Kaleb Parker on Oct 30, 2007 1:20:22 GMT
"You suck at lying Leney," He mutters, leaning back in his chair.
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Post by Jacqueline Dawson on Oct 30, 2007 20:04:58 GMT
"Rather suck at it than be good at it. It's not a very nice thing to be good at," She scolds, then pauses, tilting her head to the side, "Why do you and my brother hate each other?"
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Post by Kaleb Parker on Oct 31, 2007 1:27:47 GMT
"Makes things a hell of a lot easier," He mutters, tugging on his jacket, rumaging around for a cigarette and lighting up,"We just do."
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Post by Jacqueline Dawson on Nov 1, 2007 11:27:20 GMT
"That's what he said as well," She muttered rolling her eyes, "'We just do, Leney.' Tis not a good reason I tell ye!"
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Post by Kaleb Parker on Nov 1, 2007 22:49:53 GMT
"Well that's something we agree on for once," He mutters, taking a drag and blowing the smoke away from her.
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Post by Jacqueline Dawson on Nov 2, 2007 9:59:43 GMT
She folds her arms across her chest, "If you just admitted why you don't like each other then maybe you two could sort it out."
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