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Post by TARA COLEMAN on Jan 2, 2014 23:54:01 GMT
Of all the places that Tara expected to find her alleged half-brother, a big fancy penthouse definitely wasn't one of them. From what she'd read about him, a dingy little house somewhere in south nova seemed much more appropriate. Her casual clothes were definitely out of place here. It almost made her want to run around naked and burn the whole place down.
She tapped the doorbell once, set her hands in her pockets and waited. She was tempted to light a cigarette; sudden stress made her jittery. Instead she fumbled around with them in her pockets. Another look around, and she whistled low—Tara was impressed, to say the least.
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Jan 3, 2014 2:21:37 GMT
Nevada had gone out grocery shopping, while Angel slept off his hangover. ventually he rolled out of bed, made himself a black cup of coffee, and flipped through channels while he lounged on the couch. He was shirtless, hair pinned up into a messy twist; it was going to be a lazy day.
He frowned at the sound of the doorbell - they didn't often have guests, and they were usually people Angel invited, to Nev's displeasure. Eventually he sighed, putting his mug onto the coffee table and crossing to the door.
Swinging it open, his lip curled as he gave the girl a once-over. She was pretty, but he didn't know her. "Can I help you?" He said flatly.
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Post by TARA COLEMAN on Jan 3, 2014 3:09:34 GMT
Tara waited patiently for the door to open, and she scrutinized the messy blonde before her. She took a few moments to do a double take—yep, shirtless, definitely a guy.
"I'm looking for Angel." Her eyes narrowed just a bit. There probably wasn't an easy way to go about this. "I really need to talk to him. It's important." She paused, clicked her tongue. The guy sure as hell didn't look easy to convince. "It's a family matter, actually." Her eyes flicked briefly to the room behind him, if only to escape eye contact for a few seconds. She was nervous, and God, she wanted a cigarette.
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Jan 3, 2014 23:15:23 GMT
He raised a brow - of course she was here with intent. Nobody accidentally wound up at a top floor penthouse apartment. Family matter, made him uneasy. The only family he had was his mother, really. And a few cousins, but he couldn't imagine any reason someone would want to talk to him about that. Or that somebody would go through the trouble of tracking him down at all.
She glanced behind him, into the penthouse. It was all luxurious, tasteful and modern; kept neat by Nevada. He had no plans on inviting her in.
Angel sighed, a hand still resting on the door, as if itching to shut it on her. "You're not the cops are you?"
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Post by TARA COLEMAN on Jan 4, 2014 3:03:14 GMT
Tara made a sound in the back of her throat. "Do I look old enough to be a cop to you?" The last thing she would have done was go to the police for help finding a missing person. Especially if they really were related.
"Anyways, I'm looking because we have the same Dad." She crossed her arms. "Probably." She tacked the word on as a last minute thought, in case she might have had the wrong place or person. Even so, she was confident enough to figure that the chance of that was slim.
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Jan 4, 2014 22:10:46 GMT
He shrugged. Actually, she didn't look any older than him, but he was just being careful. Enough time had passed that he wasn't quite so paranoid of cops around every corner, but he still had to be wary when a stranger showed up looking for him - in his experience, it was never a good thing.
When she went on, he just stared back not quite sure what he was supposed to say to that. Was he meant to be excited? Shocked?
"I don't know my dad." He said slowly, scrutinizing her. Angel had never given much thought to his father - he might as well have not existed for all he cared. It had only bothered him when he was a kid, but now he didn't really have a mother or a father or anybody and it suited him just fine. He didn't care about family.
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Post by TARA COLEMAN on Jan 5, 2014 9:03:53 GMT
Tara would have been lying if she said that she hadn’t expected a different reaction, but she had been getting ahead of herself regardless. Still, it was kind of a letdown.
"Well, I do." She shrugged nonchalantly. "To be fair, I’m pretty sure he doesn't really know you either. Hell, I didn’t know of you until, like, a couple weeks ago." The whole discovery had been pretty frustrating—a whole other sibling out on Nova, and her dad hadn’t even bothered to tell her about it.
"Y’know, I have a picture of him on my phone, if you wanna know what he looks like." It was an impulse of generosity—what little of it she could consider and muster. The offer was almost purely out of pity. But considering his tone, she wouldn’t be all that surprised if he refused. Actually, now that she thought about it, she was almost expecting him to say no.
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Jan 5, 2014 21:37:23 GMT
Angel was struck by the feeling you get watching a car wreck - repulsion, and a morbid curiosity. He never thought much about his father, who had up until this point been a purely hypothetical figure. But now Angel felt an incredible loathing, for his dad, and for this girl who had showed up at his door to say they were siblings.
When she offered to show him a picture, Angel's eyes flickered down, uncertainly. He wanted to know - what he looked like, what he acted like, what his favourite movie was, what clothes he wore and what car he drove. He wanted to know what sports he liked to watch and maybe what sports he would have played with his son in the backyard and the sound of his voice, and where his house was so he could throw rocks through his windows and set his bedroom on fire.
He tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, trying to keep a cold gaze and even tone when he met Tara's eyes again with a shake of his head. If he knew what he looked like, he wouldn't be be able to help himself, trying to pick him out in every crowd, and for what? No repentance would ever be enough, no apology would make a difference now.
"Why are you telling me this?" What do you want?
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Post by TARA COLEMAN on Jan 5, 2014 22:54:28 GMT
Tara watched him carefully. Her feelings right then were akin to what it must have felt like to defuse a bomb. Red wire, blue wire. One slip up, and something would explode—exaggeration, maybe, but still appropriate.
He hesitated, and for a moment, Tara almost expected him to actually say yes. She would have, if the situation had been reversed. But curiosity did kill the cat, and when he shook his head, she felt stupid for doubting herself in the first place.
The question didn’t strike her as surprising. She’d imagined a thousand different ways this could have gone, and the almost accusing inquiry of why had certainly been one of them. She almost opened her mouth to blurt out something rash, but thought better of it after gauging the reaction of what that might have been. Definitely not good, she was sure.
"Because—" A pause, where she searched for her honesty. "Because I wanted to meet my brother." It sounded childish, coming out too quiet and too unsteady. Tara loathed sentimentality, just about as much as she hated herself right then. At least she hadn’t hoped for reconciliation. No, she was too old and had too much adult in her to be that naive. "Can you really blame me?" Her tone was stronger than before, an attempt at redeeming herself from the state of a nervous ten year old.
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Jan 7, 2014 21:52:44 GMT
He couldn't really blame her, no, but some part of him did. Some part of him was angry at her, jealous. He felt cheated. Life was unfair, he knew, and this was a stinging slap of a reminder. They weren't too far apart in age, Angel must have only been a baby when his father decided not to be his father, when his father decided she was the favourite child.
He was chewing his lip, tapping his fingertips on the door where his hand rested, and he didn't know how long he stood there, lost in his own thoughts. It wasn't often Angel found himself at a loss for words, but he just gave her another critical once over.
He wondered just how much she knew about him. Wondered if she thought he'd been sitting up in penthouse paradise his whole life. Wondered what had made her think that he wanted to meet her.
Angel didn't know a thing about her, so he assumed. She went to high school, she went to the mall with her friends, she lived with her parents, her biggest problem was if the boy she liked liked her back.
But he was curious, he wanted to know about her every bit as much as he wanted to never see her damn face again.
She had blonde hair, like him. Maybe like their father.
Just the thought left a bitter taste in his mouth, never mind the way the actual word would feel on his lips, spat like poison. He swallowed thickly, as if trying to rid himself of the word, as if he were immune.
But he still needed something to wash it down with.
Angel jerked a thumb towards the inside of the penthouse, the neat minimalist decor, the modern kitchen. "Want a drink?" He asked more for the sake of asking, because he sure as hell would be having one.
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Post by TARA COLEMAN on Jan 9, 2014 2:54:41 GMT
Tara didn’t say anything, though her insides felt like they were being thrown in a blender. The longer he went without saying anything, the more distressed she felt. He was probably contemplating whether to tell her to screw off or not. But the wordless glare was unnerving. She didn’t really expect an answer to her question at all.
She didn’t even know anything about him, really. She didn’t have a clue about his personality or his history, apart from what she’d read in the letters her—no, their—dad had kept all these years. But those were outdated compared to the person standing in front of her. There wasn’t any reason for him to care about his other family, from what she could see. Not with this fancy penthouse.
But the fact that their father had kept the letters had to mean something. It had to. All she had to do was let Angel know that he had.
His question interrupted her train of thought. At first she was hesitant, but in a few moments the mention of something that would make her relax was enough. "Yeah, sure." Maybe if she was lucky, he’d let her smoke, too. That was another thing she hoped that he wasn’t. Anti-smokers didn’t bother her. Naggy ones did.
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Jan 9, 2014 16:46:57 GMT
He didn't know and he didn't care if she was old enough to drink. He certainly didn't feel any brotherly sentiments towards her, and he was the furthest thing from any sort of good influence anyways. Angel was probably nothing like what she expected.
He motioned for her to come in. Nevada had an obscene amount of money to spend on an obscene amount of alcohol, so it barely registered he'd be wasting money on her. Money was never a problem anymore - and somehow it had been easy to go from being months behind on his rent to buying things without so much as a glance at the price tag.
"You never said your name." He pointed out, leading her from the living room to the kitchen right over to the liquor cabinet. Angel picked out a bottle of Bailey's to pour into his coffee, until it was just about brimming. "What do you drink?" He motioned towards the cabinet left ajar. They were well-stocked.
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Post by TARA COLEMAN on Jan 11, 2014 1:20:24 GMT
She trailed after him as he retreated into the house, careful that she didn’t step on some rug or any other surface that would be difficult to get a stain out of. This place was worlds better than her house, and somehow tracking dust would make her feel like a criminal. ”Tara.” She answered, eyeing a piece of furniture that didn’t look very comfortable to sit on. ”Tara Coleman.”
She paused in the doorway of the kitchen, unsure of how or where to place herself. ”Vodka.” she said curtly. She ended up leaning against a counter with her hands in her pockets. On second thought, she wouldn’t smoke in here. The air seemed too… rich. Literally.
”So, got any burning questions, or did you invite me in for a drink for no reason?” She tapped the counter with her nail, chewed her lip as raw as she felt.
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Jan 12, 2014 2:09:02 GMT
Angel noted her name as he took a long swig of his drink. It was nothing familiar, and he didn't expect it to be. He wondered if his mother had even known about this sister. Not that she would have told him anyways.
He put the cup down with a clink, letting the pleasant buzz hit him before he nodded, turned and pulled a vodka bottle from the cabinet before he shut it. He put it down on the counter, along with a shot glass, so she could help herself.
She was fidgeting, and so was he, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear before he went for another hearty swallow. "How'd you find me?" He was afraid he'd been found out - and just when he'd made it good.
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Post by TARA COLEMAN on Jan 12, 2014 2:48:56 GMT
She turned and poured in the glass, drank with a swallow and grimaced just barely. She didn’t like it very much, but it helped her form something coherent. She set it down and traced the rim with her finger, kept her eyes on the counter.
"Well…" She furrowed her brows, thinking back to her father’s room. "A while ago I was going through my dad’s stuff—trying to find money or something—and I found these old letters. Little older than me, probably. They were from your, uh, mom, I think." She took a breath. "Talking to Dad about being a father figure and everything. A couple of them mentioned your name. Your real one, I mean."
"Funny thing, I actually just googled your name and found some old missing person’s site. Had your picture, so I went around with that. Eventually someone mentioned you looking like a prostitute, and well, I went around with that, too." She waved her hand in the air, as if to put into physical form how many people she’d asked. "Finding you via your alias wasn’t hard. Finding this place was." She poured herself some more vodka and downed most of it in another go.
"So, I knocked, you answered, and here we are." She set the cup back down and finally looked at him warily. Tara had left out the part about the surprise about finding out about her sibling, and quickly tacked on another comment, "But, Dad doesn’t know about this. Neither does my mom. I didn’t tell anyone, actually."
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