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Post by Tom Speare on Dec 29, 2007 20:19:20 GMT
Making his way up to Owens Manor, Tom pulls his collar up around his neck.
It had been a while since he'd been here, his sister and brother-in-law's home. He'd spent a few summer here with Maddie when she was growing up. He grins weakly at the thought of his sister, he knew they no longer lived here, but instead gave it over to their son. Charlie, and he in turned opened it up to the rest of the children of his siblings.
At least they were all close, he thought, continuing up the path.
He had heard most of them were staying here, and he hoped to come across at least one of them. Wondering how they would take it, he raises his hand to the door, knocking lightly.
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Post by Charlie Owens on Dec 29, 2007 23:01:55 GMT
"I swear to God, Nathan," I mumble under my breath. Even though I'm addressing my cousin I have no intention of him hearing it. He wouldn't listen to me anyway. He'd just sat in his room, burning and breaking things and yelled at me whenever I'd asked if he was alright, if he was going to be alright, if he wanted to come downstairs and get something to eat, if he could quieten down for a bit...He'd get over it eventually.
I'd barely heard the knock at the door over the sound of something glass smashing on the floorboards upstairs but I had heard, which was the important thing.
I wish he'd quieten down, just for a little bit. Especially seeing as the only people that usually called round were Maddie and Bella, both of whom with child.
I hoist a smile onto my face in preparation to greet them, then pull open the door. The smile slips, as does my jaw and I stand there with my mouth open for a very long moment.
You trying to catch flies in your mouth there Charlie?
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Post by Tom Speare on Dec 30, 2007 3:58:52 GMT
Tom looks up, coming face to face with a pair of blue and sliver eyes and a mop of dark brown hair. For a moment, he thought he was looking at a mirror but he grins slightly, realizing it was Charlie. Had he grown, the last time he had seen him he had been a small runt. Seems the Speare's gene were alive and well in this one.
"Trying to catch flies in your mouth there Charles?" Tom laughs,"My, my your looking more and more like your granda everyday my boy."
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Post by Charlie Owens on Dec 30, 2007 13:58:15 GMT
My grip tightens on the door for a moment and my eyebrows shoot upwards in surprise. Hallucinations don't talk, I knew that much from the many I'd been suffering lately. So this was not a hallucination.
"Uncle Tom?" My voice is slightly raspy from disuse, and I know the question is redundant because I am absolutely sure that this is him and it's a very stupid thing to ask.
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Post by Tom Speare on Dec 31, 2007 3:17:58 GMT
"What? Have I grown a third head my boy?" He grins slightly, tangling a hand in his hair,"I know I'm a bit of a mess, but it can't be that bad, now can it?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Aye, it's me." He nods.
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Post by Charlie Owens on Dec 31, 2007 12:28:25 GMT
I laugh with relief. There's really no way this can be bad, because if it's real then it's good in itself and if it's not then I am actually insane so things'll probably be a lot better for me from here on out.
"Okay then," I manage, holding the door open, "Want in?"
A loud crash on the floorboards above brings me back to reality and surprisingly enough, he's still there, so I start to laugh even harder, "Sorry. Excuse N-Nathan, he can't find his happy place and likes to b-break things."
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Post by Tom Speare on Jan 2, 2008 2:36:35 GMT
He grins slightly, taking a step inside and looking around, almost jumping as he hears a crash overheard. "Ah, seems dear Nate has a temper as well." Tom glances around, pictures hanging on the wall, and a pile of coats laying in a pile.
He focuses his gaze back on Charlie, taking his face into his hands,"Look at you my boy, just like your granda." He grins slyly.
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