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Post by rhett damon halewile on Jul 21, 2011 17:25:04 GMT -5
Moving is never easy, not even for seventeen year-old Rhett Halewile. Sure, he was Nephilim, so he should be used to constantly moving and feeling uncomfortable, but all the way across the world? That was a little extreme. In the five hours that he’s been in New York City, he could come up with only one conclusion: it was very much different than Tokyo. However, this was to be expected. Instead of meat bun or onigiri stands, there was a Starbucks or McDonalds on every corner. Zell, his dear parabatai, had taken the initiative of touring, which was why poor Rhett was standing awkwardly in front of the Institute of New York all on his own.
He had to admit that it was a beautiful building: tall gothic-like structures and a beautiful stone tone. He could faintly make out stained glass and presumed that was where the Sanctuary was located-where unwanted Downworlders wait for further contact. The Institute of Tokyo had one of those, too, but considering that gothic churches aren’t popular in Asia, they settled with a little Sanctuary built under the ground as well as a temple for an Institute. The temple wasn’t at all a bad set-up, though. It ensured the building would be clean (since it was customary to remove one’s shoes before entering) and it came with its own dojo, where Rhett and his fighting partner spent most of their time. In New York, he doubted there were many dojos and so he’d have to find another way to spend his time.
Awkwardly, Rhett took off his light sweatshirt, for some reason expecting America to be a bit chilly in July. He’d been proven wrong the minute they passed over the Pacific Ocean on the plane. Even his parabatai sweated, throwing off nearly everything but his jeans and thank the mighty one above he kept those on; Rhett didn’t need to mark his travels to America with poor control over of the other boy.
Even more awkwardly (upon noticing that no one apparently noticed him), Rhett made his way up the stone stairs and to the large wooden door. In Japan, they would have to recite an incantation of sorts every time they didn’t have the keys to the place, so Rhett figured it must be the same in New York. He lugged his luggage (after idly realizing why they called it “luggage”) up to the door with him, sighed, and then placed his hands on the door.
“My name is Rhett Halewile and I ask to take refuge in this holy place,” he said and then the doors swung open with an ancient moan.
He was about to throw his bags over his shoulder when he sensed something there. Looking into the Institute, he saw that perhaps he hadn’t been ignored after all. Someone was waiting on the other side for him. Either that, or they had impeccable timing.
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Post by lillian grace midwinter on Jul 21, 2011 19:27:20 GMT -5
all the things you've done, and all the things you lost, and all the things you've won. [/i][/b][/color][/font] WE'RE JUST TRYING TO FIND SOME COLOR IN THIS BLACK&WHITE WORLD[/color][/font] tell me everything will be alright. walk this way with me into the light.[/i][/b][/color][/font] There were a lot of things Lilly was good at. One of those things was cooking. Despite the fact that her family was one of the least likely to know how to cook - it seemed even her father's mother had no skills in the kitchen - she had made herself useful. Maybe it was a genetic anomaly from dozens of generations ago, but either way, in the Institute, especially since their last cook had died from old age, the kitchen was Lilly's domain. No one went in without her permission and no one touched anything without the wrath of Lilly coming down on them.
Which was why it was almost impossible to believe that Lilly had actually been kicked out of the kitchen. It was something she had never thought would happen. After all, she was the family cook. Her parents could barely cook something without burning down the Institute and her brothers...well, they were typical males. Somehow, Lilly became the family cook and yet, somehow, she had been kicked out of the kitchen. She hadn't even been given a good reason as to why she had been kicked out. Something about a transferred Institute cook for something or the other. Lilly had been far too angry to pay close attention. For some reason, after years of having Lilly in charge of cooking, they now needed some new cook to do everything. She would mess it up, the system Lilly had perfected over the years of what went where and how things were made. Nothing would be the same.
In an attempt to keep from running into the kitchen angrily, Lilly decided she should just forget about it. She should just relax and think about the day when she would be in charge of her own household and she would be cooking her meals for herself. Taking a few deep breaths and clearing her mind of any dislike for the new cook - at least for the moment - actually made Lilly feel better, but this meant she had absolutely nothing to do until dinner. She sighed as she headed to the living room. As she grabbed a book from the stack on the coffee table, she noticed someone walking up the pathway. "Well, this is new," she said quietly to herself, standing and turning to see if anyone else had noticed the stranger.
"Time to play hostess," she said, wondering why in the world she was talking to herself. Just as she was about to open the door, they swung open on their own accord. Lilly jumped back half a step, an eyebrow raised skeptically. "You know, most people knock and wait to be let in," she said matter-of-factly before grabbing hold of the door and standing in the stranger's way.
"Who're you?" she asked firmly, holding her head high as she studied the boy. He didn't seem dangerous, but most people said she didn't either.
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Post by rhett damon halewile on Jul 21, 2011 19:45:41 GMT -5
Rhett’s brow rose at the girl’s remark. He couldn’t exactly say anything in response, considering she was partly right. However, he’d been waiting for the past five minutes, contemplating on whether or not to disturb the residents. Didn’t that make him polite?
He quickly examined the girl, for no other reason than it was a habit. It was hard to trust people you hardly knew, even if you thought you could know them. That’s what Rhett learned about his mother. The girl standing in front of him was pretty, he supposed, but ever since coming out of the closet mentally, he couldn’t look at women as equally as he did men. But he still thought she was pretty. There, he said it. She was about the same height, maybe taller, and of course skinnier, which Rhett didn’t see possible because the plane ride had not been so fulfilling culinary wise.
Rhett was a bit amused when she took a step back from the doors swinging open. He didn’t say anything, though. She was apparently apart of the host’s family; better to play nice on the first day. It wasn’t like he knew where he was or what he was doing. “Where the hell is he?” he thought, referring to, of course, his parabatai. Who else would make him wait?
Cut from his reverie, Rhett noticed that she purposely stood in his way. This didn’t bother him, or it shouldn’t have, but didn’t she see the luggage?
“I apologize,” he said, genuinely apologizing, “I suppose I’m used to doing things differently.”
Her head had raised in the past minute and Rhett almost wanted to chuckle. She reminded him of someone, though he couldn’t place a name on it quite yet. Instead, he shut his mouth, letting it form into a thin, stubborn line. God he wished Zell was here. He knew how to talk to girls better. When asked who he was, Rhett dug through his back pocket, pulling out a thin piece of paper that the Tokyo Institute head had given him to prove his reasons for being in New York. He held it out for her to see. He wasn’t sure if she was the right person to show it to or not, but she seemed…territorial…enough to handle it.
“My name’s Rhett Halewile. I’ve come from the Institute of Tokyo upon the Clave’s request…I’m sorry, have I come at a bad time?” And if he did, when was considered a “good time”?
[/blockquote][/blockquote] Word Count: four fifteen Tags: Lillian/open to Nephilim Outfit: Off the Plane [/right][/justify]
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Post by lillian grace midwinter on Jul 21, 2011 21:19:50 GMT -5
all the things you've done, and all the things you lost, and all the things you've won. [/i][/b][/color][/font] WE'RE JUST TRYING TO FIND SOME COLOR IN THIS BLACK&WHITE WORLD[/color][/font] tell me everything will be alright. walk this way with me into the light.[/i][/b][/color][/font] Lilly had to be honest, the guy was cute. She wondered if Ash would find herself falling in love with him too. She smiled to herself at the thought before mentally shaking herself out of that reverie. There was a matter to be resolved and it would never get resolved if she was stuck in her own world.
Well, she had to hand it to him, he was polite. Lilly cracked a small smile as he apologized. It was rare that anyone apologized, at least as sincerely as he did, at the Institute. Most of her brothers would just say "Whatever, Lils, just move" and that would be the end of it. Well, if she didn't move, they'd just pick her up like it was nothing - which to them it really was - and then that would be the end of it.
"Don't worry about it, sweetheart," she said, shrugging as she ran a hand through her hair. "I appreciate the manners, though," she added, feeling bad that she was making him stand out there with all of his luggage. Her parents would most definitely have her head if they found out. But she wasn't naive. She wasn't going to let anyone in there without express instructions and proof of identity.
You know that moment when everything suddenly pieces together and makes sense? Lilly suddenly felt it as she took the piece of paper from the boy. "Nice to meet you, Rhett," she said absently as she studied the paper. It definitely looked real and the signature was one she vaguely recognized. Looking back up at Rhett, she realized that he had actually asked her a question and she was technically ignoring it.
"Welcome to New York. The name's Lillian Midwinter, but you're free to call me Lilly if you want," she said cheerfully as she held the paper back out to him. "I apologize about the hostility, but you can never be too careful," she said as she stepped back to let Rhett into the Institute. "We're Shadowhunters, hon, so there's never really a good time to arrive," Lilly said matter-of-factly before she ran a hand through her hair again. "I would say today is just as good as any, but you did just get me kicked out of my kitchen, but we'll cross that bridge later," she said sternly, though a smile played on her lips, before she gestured towards his luggage. "Do you mind if I help or are you one of those gentlemanly sorts who won't let a woman do anything?" Lilly asked, raising an eyebrow at him and hoping it was obvious in her tone that she was planning on helping him whether or not he would let her.
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Post by rhett damon halewile on Jul 21, 2011 21:38:40 GMT -5
An awkward moment of silence passed between them and Rhett was staring to wonder if she heard him or not. Apparently, awkward situations were common in New York, for that was all he encountered thus far. Like that one guy at the airport; all Rhett wanted was a hotdog and he had to make some big scene about how an Asian wanted a hotdog right off the bat and something along the lines of “Americanization.” Well, the idiot, Rhett supposed, failed to realize that Rhett wasn’t any percent Asian. He’d been living there, but…did he honestly look Asian? Because the last time he checked (which was a long time ago), Amelia said he could represent someone who hailed from Great Britain. Shaking his head from the flashback, Rhett kept his sights on the girl in front of him. It was rude to address someone with wandering eyes.
An eyebrow quirked at the phrase “sweetheart”, but again, Rhett chose to say nothing. Under normal circumstances, Zell would have probably come up with ingenious remark; not so much Rhett. He was the blunt, straight forward kind of guy. “They’ve become second nature,” he replied with a small smile, because it was true. See, in a few weeks, she might not receive many manners. Rhett’s philosophy? First impressions.
As she took the piece of paper from him, Rhett regained possession of his luggage, which he’d placed by his feet while talking. That ticket would do the trick and then maybe he’d be allowed inside. Zell could probably find the two of them a place worse case scenario, but it was always nice to be somewhere holy. It just naturally felt like home. At the remark “nice to meet you”, Rhett chose to nod simply. Saying anything else would put the whole conversation on loop.
“Lilly,” he repeated, more so for clarification. “Don’t worry about it. I know the times are tough. I can assure you it’s not just here in the city.”
She cleared the way soon after and Rhett took the liberty of walking her inside. “I did?” he asked, referring to how he apparently got her kicked out of the kitchen. His voice was more skeptical than apologetic, but Rhett found nothing worth apologizing for. It wasn’t necessarily his fault. If anyone was to blame, it’d be the Clave.
Rhett chuckled tiredly. “I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I am one of those gentlemanly figures. I especially can’t let you carry these because some belong to my parabatai, who will hopefully be joining us in a few hours.” Though he could tell she meant to help him, Rhett threw both bags over his shoulder, thus proving his own stubbornness. A small smile challenged her, seeing what she’d do next.
[/blockquote][/blockquote] Word Count: four six four Tags: Lillian/open to Nephilim Outfit: Off the Plane [/right][/justify]
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Post by ashlyn louise lightwood on Jul 21, 2011 22:02:51 GMT -5
..... By either a miracle or too many years off practice, Ashlyn had managed to smuggle herself into the Institute and around all of her relatives before any of them could see her and go off on a tirade. She could almost hear the speech her uncle would give her if she got caught. “Ashlyn Louise Lightwood, how many times do I have to tell you not to go hunting by yourself!? I don’t care if it’s the middle of the day! I don’t care if there was only one ‘itsy bitsy’”
[/color]- she flexed her fingers in his typical air quote manner, because she knew that that’s what he would’ve done if he’d actually been there to scold her.- “Raum demon! The fact remains, you still could’ve gotten hurt! What would I have told your parents if you’d gotten hurt? What would I have told them if you’d been killed!?”[/color] Ash muttered to herself, imitating her uncle’s deep, angry voice. She rolled her eyes, the corners of her lips pulling up in a smirk. Either she’d heard too many lectures, or her uncle needed to come up with some new material. She strolled silently down the halls- in a pair of boots that Lillian would not approve of, since they lacked any sort of high heel that the younger nephilim always insisted upon- Ashlyn reminded herself not to get too cocky. She’d gotten in, yes, but she wasn’t home free until she got rid of the evidence of her latest escapade. Pushing open the door to the spare room that the Midwinters kept for her here in the Institute, the redhead snuck in and closed the door softly behind her. She scoured through the armoire, tossing clothes into a misshapen, poor excuse of a pile on the bed before scooping it up and locking herself in the shower. Stripping out of the grimy, blood-covered hunting gear, she thought back to how it felt hunting the Raum. The danger of going it solo- her parabatai had decided not to answer the phone when she called to inform him of the outing, bastard- had been exhilarating. Tingles of excited, nervous energy still bubbled under her skin; she hoped a hot shower would relax away all of her excess energy, or else someone was bound to notice how hyped on adrenaline she was, and piece two and two together to get her busted. Fifteen minutes and a shower later, Ashlyn shrugged a v-neck tee she’d stolen from her boyfriend, a brown thing that smelled like him and hung off of her shoulder because it was too big on her slender frame, over a white tank top. Pulling on a pair of denim shorts, she looked in the mirror to see if she passed inspection. Satisfied that it looked like she was sneaking back from a visit with her boyfriend and not from a hunting spree, she poked her head out of the door, checking both ways to make sure no one was coming. She’d hidden her hunting gear under the bed- well, most of it. She’d grabbed her dagger and shoved it into the belt that was hanging crookedly around her hips.- until she could come back and wash it later. With a happy sigh, the girl stepped into the hallway and paced toward the kitchen, hoping to catch Lillian before her cousin got too engrossed in making dinner. The new cook, who the nephilim decided she would worry about later, after completing the more prominent task of finding her cousin, shooed Ashlyn away like she was the plague. What the hell? With a shrug, the redhead turned on her heel to search the Institute’s other wing. Before she got very far, she changed her mind. Turning back, she dashed into the kitchen, darting under the pan that was swung at her head to grab a jar of peanut butter from where she knew Lil kept it. With a snide grin, she sauntered out, tucking the peanut butter jar in the crook of her elbow and prying the lid off as she went. She dipped her finger into the peanut-y goo, scooping some out and licking it off of her finger. She was hungry, and a little sore from where the Raum had hurled her against a wall. The latter had already been taken care of with a healing rune on her shoulder; the former needed to be fixed before her stomach got so hungry it ate itself. She almost passed by the church, but her trained ears picked up the familiar high-pitched, confident voice that could only belong to Lils. Head cocked to the side in curiosity, the redhead padded, barefoot, down the stairs into the sanctuary. “Liliaaaannn,”[/b] she singsonged, picking her way through the pews to the opened doorway framing her cousin’s silhouette. “Who’s the monster in the kitchen who wouldn’t let m- Oh,” Her eyes finally adjusted to the sun’s bright rays to catch the sight of someone else outside the Institute. “Hello. Lil, you didn’t tell me you were having company over.” She bumped her hip playfully against her cousin’s, a twinkle in her eye as she squeezed between Lillian and the door, leaning against the latter. She dipped her finger into her prized steal and then popped the peanut butter into her mouth, looking at Lil and then pointedly at the stranger haunting their doorstep. She knew that he wasn’t Lilly’s boyfriend, or even a date, but she got immense pleasure from making her cousin think that’s what she thought. [/justify] ..... tagged : rhett & lillian words : nine two one :/ sorry. needless background and the need to match up for joining in at post number five. lyrics : noneeee. too lazy to find anyyy outfit : coming laterrrrrr [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]
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Post by rhett damon halewile on Jul 21, 2011 22:20:48 GMT -5
A certain voice made itself known to Rhett’s ears. It was a happy sort of voice, one might use when singing a favorite tune. However, this voice, which Rhett could now classify as a girl’s voice, was singing a name. Lilly’s name.
Puzzled, Rhett, without being terribly rude, adjusted his body so that he could gaze beyond Lilly. In through the doors came another (yep he guessed correctly) girl. This one was physically different from Lilly. She was smaller, had fiery hair, and was apparently up to no good. Amused now, though he was terrible at showing it with his straight face, Rhett returned his attention to the matter at hand.
Or, he would have, had the new firecracker of a girl not continued to speak. She was ranting about a “monster in the kitchen” and Rhett wondered idly if they were speaking of either of their mothers. Amelia, the head of Tokyo, was a “monster” in the kitchen. None of the residents dared to step in once she started cooking. She wasn’t nasty or anything, but, well…she liked to cook with a lot of sake, which usually meant a big, open fire. Astonishingly, if Amelia wasn’t in the kitchen, her nephew Zell was. He was actually a fantastic cook. Thinking of food only reminded Rhett of how he didn’t get his (what they’re called) “dirty water hot dog”. The peanut butter jar in the other girl’s grip didn’t help either. Luckily, Rhett’s stomach reflected his own personality; it didn’t speak much. Though, that didn’t mean he wasn’t feeling a bit tired and suffering a tad bit of fatigue and what’s that word..? Jet lag? Something like that. All Rhett wanted to do was crawl into his temporary bed and fall asleep. Was that too hard to ask for?
Rhett was once again dragged from his longing thoughts of sleep when the new girl indicated him. Rhett hadn’t heard what she said, but he figured he could guess. The only word he’d caught was “company” and that didn’t give him much credit, now did it?
“Actually,” cut in Rhett plainly, “I don’t think either of us knew. Truth be told, I wasn’t expecting my plane to land until tomorrow…” He then mumbled something to himself about buying the wrong ticket. No matter, he thought nonchalantly. The simple fact remained that he was here. There was no turning back now.
[/blockquote][/blockquote] Word Count: four hundred exactly =D Tags: Lillian/ Ashlyn/open to Nephilim Outfit: Off the Plane [/right][/justify]
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Post by lillian grace midwinter on Jul 21, 2011 22:47:05 GMT -5
all the things you've done, and all the things you lost, and all the things you've won. [/i][/b][/color][/font] WE'RE JUST TRYING TO FIND SOME COLOR IN THIS BLACK&WHITE WORLD[/color][/font] tell me everything will be alright. walk this way with me into the light.[/i][/b][/color][/font] Lilly knew her mother would have her head for this. Or if not her mother, then at the very least her father. After all, here was this Shadowhunter from Tokyo probably coming in from a million-hour flight and she managed to let him wait outside, like some sort of travelling salesman. If anything, Lilly was going to die that day.
Hopefully they'd let her back in the kitchen to make her last meal before they killed her.
She paused at the sight of his quirked eyebrow. "I'm not going to have some pretty Japanese girl on my case for calling you that, will I?" she asked, half-jokingly. There had been far too many situations in her life where Lilly had the luck of incurring some girlfriend's wrath due to a bit of harmless flirting.
"Oh good. We don't have enough of that in the house," she said, sighing exasperatedly for dramatic effect. It was true, really, and even those outside of her family - like the sons and daughters of important members of the Nephilim society - were terribly rude to the point where Lilly had been tempted to shove a dagger where the sun didn't shine, so to speak.
Lilly nodded and gave a polite smile at his comment before giggling at his question. "I'm pretty sure we got some blasted new cook simply because we were getting new blood," she explained, though she wasn't totally sure if that made any sense in the long run.
She was about to argue about his gentlemanly morals when she heard her name being shrieked down the hall. "Ashlyyyyyyyn," she replied, turning away from Rhett for a second so she didn't accidentally pop his eardrums or something equally horrendous. Her eyebrows shot up quizzically before she realized what her cousin was talking about. "Oh, the new cook," she was able to get out just before Ashlyn caught sight of Rhett.
Ashlyn bumped her hip playfully against hers before leaning against the door, giving Lilly a look the girl recognized all too well. She opened her mouth to protest, but Rhett started talking and Lilly decided that ignoring the look was really the best course of action. "Yeah, Rhett's sort of a surprise guest," she said as she reached for the peanut butter and used her finger to take a scoop out of the jar. "Ash, this is Rhett Halewile. He's been transferred here from Tokyo and I think partially the reason why that monster is in my kitchen," she said with a straight face before eating the peanut butter. Once she was able to get most of the stickiness off the roof of her mouth, she continued: "Rhett, this is my sort of cousin, Ashlyn Lightwood." God, she hated doing introductions.
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Post by rhett damon halewile on Jul 22, 2011 5:56:37 GMT -5
Rhett shook his head. “No, sorry…I’ve just never been called that before,” he said and it was true. Not even his guardian had called him that when he was a child. He supposed she figured that he wouldn’t like it. Rhett used to be a very…closed little boy and he still partly was, but a part of him was beginning to open up and he was rather proud of himself for it. “The only pretty girls who might call me are the other Institute residents, who are practically my sisters, so no worries.” It wasn’t like she had to worry. Many Japanese women were indeed pretty, but as for their physical strength? They’d mostly be associated with a Yakuza if they were any threat.
Not enough gentlemen in the house? Rhett was beginning to wonder what type of men actually did live in his new home. Sure, Zell wasn’t much of a gentleman either when it boiled down to it, but he was still in the very least considerate. For one reason or another, Rhett wondered if Lilly had any brothers he needed to be concerned with. Not that he planned to get too close to her, but Zell…well, dearest Zell might have other plans.
He listened to her explanation of a new cook and nodded comprehensively. “The heads didn’t have to go through all that trouble. We’re pretty self sufficient.” he said. “But if I don’t see them, please give them my regards.” Wow, he thought, he needed to speak more often. His vocabulary was starting to sound very limited…and old fashioned…
As the girls bumped hips (and as Rhett wondered why in the good One’s name they were doing so), Rhett was subtly reminded of the two Nephilim girls back home. They were playful like this, too, except, they were playful towards everyone, it seemed; stranger or not. They were a fun couple of girls, but Rhett wasn’t into the whole “let’s have some fun!” thing as much as other people were. Why was he in New York City again? The “city that never sleeps”?
He would’ve shook the girl’s hand, but it was covered in peanut butter, so instead he said, “A pleasure,” and nodded his head in recognition. “and is the new cook really that bad? You’ve got me a bit interested now.”
Well that was never good, getting Rhett interested. He supposed he could catch up on sleep tomorrow.
[/blockquote][/blockquote] Word Count: four ten Tags: Lillian/ Ashlyn/open to Nephilim Outfit: Off the Plane [/right] [/justify]
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Post by ashlyn louise lightwood on Jul 22, 2011 7:25:51 GMT -5
I AM WRONG I AM RIGHT I SWEAR I’M RIGHT SWEAR I KNEW IT ALL ALONG i am flawed, but i am cleaning up so well [/b][/i] I AM SEEING IN ME NOW THE THINGS YOU SWORE YOU SAW YOURSELF[/font][/size][/size][/size] .....[/center][/b] Her golden eyes casually followed the conversation as it played out, shifting from the newbie- Rhett, Lillian later introduced him as- and her cousin as they chatted. He hadn’t really expected to be at the Institute this early, and Lillian worried about the wrath of a girlfriend tucked in the shadows who could potentially find her flirting. Nothing really all that interesting, except for the tidbit that the monster in the kitchen was the new cook. Wait, the new cook? Ash’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion and she shot Lils a “wait, what?” sort of look. But Lillian just introduced her, and pretty, foreign Rhett nodded and said it was “a pleasure.” She dropped her head in a brief nod, an acknowledgement to an acknowledgement, dipping her finger in the peanut butter and licking the spread off slowly.
Perception wasn’t something that Ashlyn was particularly known for, but adrenaline still boiled through her blood, keeping her body in a perpetual state of “battle mode”. She caught sight of Lillian- straight-backed, head held high, shoulders tight and slightly closer to her ears than usual- and realized that she was nervous. Not of the boy- he was still a boy, right? He didn’t look eighteen yet, but Ash had never been a very good judge of that.- standing before them, but the impending punishment from her parents. Lillian thought that she was going to get in trouble, and Ash opened her mouth to ask why when she actually gave Rhett a closer look. Tall, dark and handsome, with dark eyes and even darker lashes that could make any girl jealous if they thought about it too much, her gaze settled on his drooped shoulders, the slight circles under his eyes, and finally the two bags of luggage that he was, well, lugging.
“Baka baka,” she admonished, poking the side of Lillian’s head before slipping out from between the door and her cousin. She smiled at Rhett, and, in one fluid movement that she could only produce when her body thought she was fighting demons, snatched one of the bags from his hand, pressed the jar of peanut butter into the now free hand, and then stole the other bag from him. She arched an eyebrow at the weight, wondering if it was too early to joke about smuggling sumo wrestlers into the country as she pressed the second bag into Lillian’s arms. “Trade,”
[/b] she grinned at Rhett. “Peanut butter for your luggage. We’re being bad hostesses, after all, and you probably haven’t eaten in forever. So come on in and eat up. And no complaints; chivalry is dead. We women killed it with our feminist movement in the 20s.” She turned on her heel and ducked around Lillian, grabbing the brunette’s wrist and tugging her along. Plopping the luggage down on one of the pews, Ashlyn plopped down next to it, pulling her legs up to sit cross-legged. “There’s nothing really wrong with the new cook, per se,”[/b] she finally said by way of an answer to Rhett’s question, glancing back at him in the doorway. Maybe she should have grabbed his wrist and towed him along after her. “She’s just not Lillian.”[/b] The redhead turned to look at her cousin, her eyes going wide as realization dawned on her. “Wait, they won’t let you in your kitchen? Isn’t it usually the other way around? The only people you let in the kitchen are me and mini-me!”[/b] She waved her hand dismissively toward her house, where her little sister was probably doing something or other. A giggle bubbled in her throat at the irony of Lillian getting kicked out of her own domain, and she patted the younger girl’s head in a “there, there, everything will be okay,” sort of way. If it were any of her other cousins, they probably would have twisted her arm behind her back and made her apologize for her mock comforting. [/justify] ..... tagged : rhett & lillian words : six five six lyrics : “vindicated” by dashboard confessional outfit : getting away with everything. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]
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Post by rhett damon halewile on Jul 22, 2011 7:50:06 GMT -5
Rhett felt eyes on him and since he was currently talking to Lilly, he assumed it to be because of—yes, Ashlyn was staring at him. Not, that he wasn’t used to being stared at, but could she be a little less obvious? Self consciousness was something that Rhett was known for, however much, and he only wondered what she was thinking of him. Hopefully, it was something good. Rhett didn’t much like the idea of people hating him when he’s hardly gotten to know them.
His eyes widened slightly at her use of Japanese, quite fluently, too. Either, she’d been studying for some reason lately, or she was a fan of anime and manga. Either way, it still surprised him and he began to think her cousin would grow offended. “You just called her stupid,” he said, astonished, but in that kidding sort of way. Before she could reply to him, she moved very swiftly in between him and Lilly, grabbing both of his bags in the process. Normally, he would have thrown her to the ground (out of reflexes), but he was aware of the fact that he shouldn’t do that, so he didn’t. Instead, for once, he let things play out. He was tempted to laugh when she realized how heavy the things were, but didn’t. Instead, he tried to offer his help with his own bags again, only to be denied. Less than a second afterwards, a jar of peanut butter was shoved into his grasp and Ashlyn had offered a “trade.” Well, call him OCD, but Rhett didn’t like the idea of sharing…shared peanut butter. It was the thought that counted, he supposed.
“Really, it’s all right. I’m not too fond of peanut butter anyway. And would you please, at least, let me carry my sword?” he asked in a way that already implied his expected answer. Without her permission and giving her no time to argue or shrug away, Rhett pulled out from the larger bag a leather sheath. Kanji in gold ink decorated it and Rhett remembered when his guardian and he applied the special ink. It was a hot summer day, perfect for letting things dry in the sun. His sword wasn’t made of steel—only the handle was—so it was very convenient for travelling, especially since glamour could easily fool a metal detector.
After a brief hesitation, Rhett followed the girls (though one was being dragged against her will) over to a pew and he leaned up against it for comfort. He’d been sitting for about seven hours, give or take, so sitting didn’t suit his fancy at the moment. He listened as Ashlyn went on about the chef. He or she didn’t seem like a bad person; just dedicated to the job. “Oh so you’re the genius chef of the household?” Rhett asked Lilly kiddingly. “We have one of those too. In fact, you’ll meet him later on today.”
Rhett chose to listen to the rest of the conversation between the two girls; it wasn’t like he knew what they were talking about. It was at this time, while both girls were preoccupied, that he attached his sheath to his belt and picked up his own bag.
[/blockquote][/blockquote] Word Count: five three eight Tags: Lillian/ Ashlyn/open to Nephilim Outfit: Off the Plane [/right][/justify]
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Post by lillian grace midwinter on Jul 22, 2011 17:07:07 GMT -5
all the things you've done, and all the things you lost, and all the things you've won. [/i][/b][/color][/font] WE'RE JUST TRYING TO FIND SOME COLOR IN THIS BLACK&WHITE WORLD[/color][/font] tell me everything will be alright. walk this way with me into the light.[/i][/b][/color][/font] Lilly looked at Rhett quizzically, like she couldn't believe what he had just told her. She didn't know why she couldn't find it believable, maybe because he was a pretty face. Maybe he didn't flirt or act friendly to most people and so they never saw it as acceptable to use such terms with him. "Never as in never-never?" Lilly asked curiously. "You'd best get used to it, though. I have a habit of throwing out endearments like it's nothing," she said, smiling as she shrugged.
"These are my parents you're talking about. Hopefully, they send the cook away once they realize it doesn't matter what we feed you," Lilly said matter-of-factly, hoping she was right. She hated the idea of being kicked out of her kitchen. "It's really not a big deal - at least not to them - I just wish there had been some sort of warning about my domain being invaded, is all," she said honestly, which was true. It was one thing to know you would have to share and it was another to find some stranger in the kitchen and challenge them to a fight.
Lilly laughed as he avoided Ashlyn's peaut butter-y hand. "You say that now," she said teasingly just before Ashlyn practically stabbed her in the temple with her finger. "I am not a stupid cow," she mumbled, rubbing at her temple as Ashlyn took Rhett's bags. "I was getting to that. He was attempting to be a gentleman about it before you came along," Lilly explained as Ashlyn shoved the second bag in her arms. Readjusting it so her grip was better and she wouldn't accidentally drop it on her toes, Lilly followed Ashlyn to one of the pews. She almost jumped when Rhett pulled out the sword.
"Sweet sword," she said as she took the peanut butter from him. She took another scoop of it out before handiing it to Ashlyn. Sticking her tongue out at Ashlyn, Lilly flopped onto the pew. "No, they won't. Yes, it is. And exactly! But I came in this morning and boom, there was some random lady telling me to get out of her kitchen. Can you believe it? Her kitchen, pah!" Lilly said, feeling the anger she had pushed away coming back. Taking a deep breath, she smiled at Rhett. "I wouldn't say genius, but I am pretty great," she said jokingly. Lilly couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at his mention of having a genius cook as well. "He's not going to try to kick me out of my kitchen either, is he?" she asked with a teasing tone. If his companion genius chef was anything like Rhett, though, he would fit in well with the Midwinter family.
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Post by rhett damon halewile on Jul 22, 2011 17:24:04 GMT -5
Rhett paused. He didn’t see what was so wrong about never being called a sweetheart. Sure, people never opted to throw endearments at him, but at the same time, he never asked for it. He smiled at her question. “Never as in never-never,” he repeated to answer her and then offered a light shrug. Her next statement also made him wonder. Did she feel obligated to, or did she just like to? The girls back in Tokyo had their own little perks, but neither of them chose to endear people all the time. Again, Rhett was hit with culture shock. “I guess that’s fine,” was all he could think to say to Lilly. When Lilly explained about her parents, Rhett wondered if all parents were like that; needing to please in order to make a good name for their family. Even Amelia did it. And Zell’s father. And just about every other family he knew. “In all honesty, I eat like a bird. It’s my partner the chef’s going to have trouble with,” he joked. A close-knit, biological family that was proud of whom they were with; that was another luxury Rhett would never have. However, the family of guardians was close enough. It’s all he really wanted. As Lilly talked with her cousin, Rhett just shrugged again. “Well excuse me for trying to be a gentleman,” he thought to himself plainly. Maybe that was another reason why he was bisexual; he just could never please a girl, not the way lovers do. Sure, he could make her smile or laugh, but not feel charmed. He’d learnt that when he dated that one mundie girl… “Oh, this?” he asked, gesturing to the sheath on his belt. “It’s all I’ve ever trained with really. It was a gift, so I’m kind of protective over it.” A gift from a very long time ago, but they didn’t really need to know that. The urumi blade was an old sort of weapon, but if used correctly with discipline, it was a deadly weapon. Rhett’s was a little different than most urumi. Instead of threaded whips, his was made of different types of metals: silver to drive off wolves, iron to drive off fey and vampires, and even steel for a strong impact. He prized his sword and it was the only weapon he really used. Other than a stele or the occasional seraph blade, but Zell had those at the moment. Lilly started ranting to her cousin again and Rhett took the chance to look around the Sanctuary. It really was a beautiful building in that ancient, graceful way. His head snapped back to her when she answered him. At her remark about Zell, he laughed. “No, he won’t try to steal your kitchen. If anything, he’ll appreciate the help…or helping you, since you know…it’s your kitchen.” He then offered a lazy smile.
[/blockquote][/blockquote] Word Count: four eighty Tags: Lillian/ Ashlyn/open to Nephilim Outfit: Off the Plane [/right] [/justify]
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Post by lillian grace midwinter on Jul 22, 2011 20:26:28 GMT -5
all the things you've done, and all the things you lost, and all the things you've won. [/i][/b][/color][/font] WE'RE JUST TRYING TO FIND SOME COLOR IN THIS BLACK&WHITE WORLD[/color][/font] tell me everything will be alright. walk this way with me into the light.[/i][/b][/color][/font] In all honesty, Lilly didn't actually know what was so wrong with never being called by a term of endearment. It was just something she always thought was commonplace for people, then again, saying Tokyo was different from New York was a bit of an understatement, wasn't it? Maybe it was an American thing; after all, they had a reputation of being obnoxious and forward. That could just be another reason why.
Lilly smiled at Rhett's acceptance of future endearments. That was good. The more they accepted each other's quirks, no matter how different it was, a statement. That was what Lilly reminded herself when Rhett told them he ate like a bird. That was one heck of a quirk as far as she was concerned. "You do?" she asked, thinking back to all of her meals when she almost always ate two or more platefuls of food. "How can you stand it? Aren't you always hungry that way?" Lilly asked, running a hand through her hair before she registered the second half of his sentence. "Why would she have a problem with him? Is he a picky eater?" she asked, her eyes widening a little. Her entire family ate almost anything in large quantities, which had made cooking for them easy for the girl, so picky and/or bird-like eateres were an anomaly to her.
She nodded when he gestured to the sheath. "That makes sense," she said, nodding slowly. "That's all you've trained with? Aren't you worried something might happen to it and you won't have anything else to use? Or that you won't have it with you one day?" she asked, tilting her head slightly. Lilly knew what it was like to prefer one weapon over the other - she liked a normal old dagger better than any stele or seraph blade, after all - but she was a firm believer in always having a plan B.
Lilly nodded seriously. "Good; I don't think I would handle a second person trying to take my kitchen very well," she said firmly as she took another scoop of peanut butter. She still hesitated when she thought about letting someone into her kitchen to help. He wouldn't be family, so it was less likely for him to burn something, and Rhett did call him his own "genius chef." That had to count for something, right? "I guess having a bit of help who won't burn the food is a good idea," she said hesitantly. Yes, help could be good.
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Post by rhett damon halewile on Jul 22, 2011 21:18:13 GMT -5
Eating like a bird wasn’t that unheard of in Asia. Mostly rice was eaten, with a few vegetables, and really good meats for the holidays. Rhett had learned to eat only what would make him full. Nothing more and nothing less, which proved to be a good dieting strategy for the ladies. “How? Well, I guess I’m just used to it. Things are very different in Asia. Sometimes, we don’t have the luxury of large plates. We just…eat what we need to,” he said, expressing his thoughts. Hopefully that didn’t do injustice for the country; it wasn’t poor or lacking. It was just a different output of life.
To her question about Zell, Rhett became a bit defensive. “Oh, no, he’s not picky at all. He’ll eat just about anything. I didn’t mean to imply otherwise. What I meant was that he eats too much sometimes. He and are opposites, really…” But weren’t all parabatai supposed to be opposites? Two different halves to complete one whole? That had been what Amelia taught them and ever since, Zell’s been living up to his half of the bargain. Rhett, well, he had a few more things to sort out, but that could wait until they returned home to Japan.
“Knock on wood, but it’s all I’ve ever needed. So far, I’ve yet to be disarmed.” Many, many times, he’d come close to it, but then Zell would come to his rescue and then Rhett would later return the favor when the latter got cocky…which was quite often. Rhett imagined New York City to be very much like Tokyo in that the demons were very spontaneous and very dangerous. Hopefully, there wasn’t too much of a difference and Rhett could hold his own. He was a gentleman, but he wouldn’t deny the girls’ help. Although, Rhett didn’t like depending on many people. It usually didn’t get him very far. “Not to worry,” he said in response to her concern that he’d forget it one day, “that’s what glamours are for. I usually take it with me wherever. Its hilt is small enough to hide in plain sight.”
Rhett laughed at Lilly’s territorial remark. She really was an interesting character. All of them were so far, or, but hear-say. Before actually arriving in America, Rhett was a bundle of nerves, but as he continued to talk to the two girls, he realized that maybe he was just being paranoid. Maybe that’s why Zell shrugged him off so easily. “Zell’s an excellent cook. He won’t burn your food.” He then blinked. “My parabatai,” he said, to clarify who Zell was, upon realizing he hadn’t actually introduced him yet (indirectly speaking)
[/blockquote][/blockquote] Word Count: four five one Tags: Lillian/ Ashlyn/open to Nephilim Outfit: Off the Plane [/right] [/justify]
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