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Post by KILLIAN CALLAHAN on Nov 6, 2013 22:35:51 GMT
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Now one of the things he loved about his neighbourhood was that it was quiet, nothing seemed to happen in the suburbs of Nova Athenis; one of the reasons he liked it here so much. He could just be normal for once and live somewhere where there weren't people running through their home anymore. He'd only been a young boy but Killian still remembered the house being alive all the time, not that he minded, he'd had great childhood memories of his home being alive with music and the chatter of the family.
However a broken window was a norm back home in Ireland, not in his new home.
Picking up a particularly large stick that he found outside for self defense (there was a baseball bat under the stairs he could grab if he needed it) the blonde pushed the door open, making a note of the glass that was littered over the floor. Yellow eyes scanned the room, widening in surprise as he found the perpetrator sitting without a care in the world on his couch. Someone that he hadn't seen in a while.
"Hey Bree, any reason why my front window is smashed?" Killian asked, closing the door behind him after he threw his impromptu weapon outside. Honestly, could she not wait until he came home like a normal person? Well he could answer that question. No. Because it was Bree.
Still she could pay for a new window.
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Post by BREE O'MALLEY on Nov 7, 2013 0:43:07 GMT
blame it on the girls who know what to do blame it on the boys who keep hitting on you blame it on your mother for the things she said blame it on your dad but you know he's dead | |
When Killian came barging in, Bree didn't jolt up in surprise. She didn't start stuttering excuses as to why shards of glass were littered across the floor. She didn't even get up to greet him. Instead, she remained where she was, comfortably lounging on his couch. And what a nice couch it was. No shitty couches for Killian Callahan, oh no; he was used to only the best, she was sure, a fact she was duly grateful for now. Her eyes had been closed when the blond first stepped in. Lazily, she opened them, and set eyes on her cousin for the first time in over two years. Maybe it had been longer than that; cripes, she hadn't been keeping a calendar. "Your window had it coming," she informed him, before grinning her usual smirk across at him. "Well, lookit you, all grown up! Don't worry, though, you'll always be wee Killy to me, no matter how old you get. So, aint'cha gonna say how happy you are to see me? Also how surprised you are to see me, let's not forget that. You've been doing well for yourself; I quite like the couch." She patted its comfortable cushions affectionately. She had, obviously, grown quite fond of them during the time she had spent in Killian's house. He hadn't expected her to come through the door, had he? Well, he probably hadn't been expecting her at all. Surprise visits were just the best. She could only hope that he appreciated that nice breeze that he was now getting in his living room. The place had probably been mighty stuffy before then. So not only had she gotten to break shit, but she got to be rewarded by knowing she had done a good deed. He'd undoubtedly be thanking her before much longer. Damn, did that window look great without glass. KILLIAN CALLAHANLAIKA OF GANGNAM STYLE!
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Post by KILLIAN CALLAHAN on Nov 7, 2013 20:00:38 GMT
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He couldn't exactly say he was surprised by the whole ordeal, honestly, he would have been more surprised if she'd actually waited and came in through the door. That would be normal, and Bree had never really been the kind of person that participated in life according to societies norms.
"Did the window's prescience just provoke you then? Or is there a higher purpose to all this?" The blonde asked, making an attempt to kick the shards of debris into a pile with his shoe before deciding that it would be best to give up and just get a dustpan later. He didn't want to mess up his shoes now did he?
Grown up? "I'm older than you!" Killian replied with a smile as he took a seat on the other chair in the room, not really wanting to get too close to Bree. No offence to his cousin but her behaviour sometimes ... scared him? Yeah, scared him, so he didn't really want to get too close to her.
"I'm sure the window was very happy to see you!" he added, crossing his arms over with a smirk "Nah, it's always good to see you cuz." well most of the time it was anyway, when she wasn't scaring him half to death with some crazy stunt. "So is this a social visit or has my old man decided I need checking up on?" It wouldn't surprise him in the slightest, nor was he dumb enough to think that it wouldn't happen.
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Post by BREE O'MALLEY on Nov 8, 2013 2:33:24 GMT
blame it on the girls who know what to do blame it on the boys who keep hitting on you blame it on your mother for the things she said blame it on your dad but you know he's dead | |
She watched with mild interest as Killian attempted to kick the glass away, before realizing it was hopeless and giving up. With that amount of shards, he'd need something more thorough than his foot to do the job, like a dustpan, or a blowtorch. Bree didn't often clean up messes; she was much better at making them. The blond went to sit in a chair a fair distance away from her couch. Rolling up from her lying position, Bree straightened up and pulled her legs up onto the couch before crossing them. Yes, this was a much better position. The laces on her sneakers were fraying, she noticed, and there was definitely a tear at the tip of her shoe. She returned her cousin's smirk with one of her own. As usual, her cheerful grin had a somewhat ominous hint to it. "Think of it as a bit of both," Bree suggested to him. She wasn't even going to bother trying to hide the fact that she had been sent by Killian's old man. It wasn't worth the effort. "Couple a' weeks ago, your pa called me up and asked me to drop by, so I did, and think of my surprise when he asked me to come here and check up on you! 'Course, it wasn't a big surprise. I'd be worried if my son went crazy and decided to drop the mob life too." She nodded emphatically. She wouldn't have actually been worried- she had never been worried a day in her life- but it was just a figure of speech. Or something. Her multicolored bangs slid over as she paused to thoughtfully cock her head to the side. "Now that I think about it, he might have mentioned something about being quiet about tracking you down. I can't really remember. All I know is that he was all, 'check up on my son, Bree,' and I was all, 'sure thing, boss man!' and then I did that little salute thing!" She demonstrated for him. "And now, here I am, and there you are." She beamed across at him. KILLIAN CALLAHANLAIKA OF GANGNAM STYLE!
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Post by KILLIAN CALLAHAN on Nov 8, 2013 17:44:45 GMT
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So she was here to check up on him, well it wasn't unexpected to say the least but he firgured it would be one of his uncles that would come and attempt to persuade him back to the dark side of the ominous sounding 'family business'. If he had to chose someone to do the job he would have picked one of his uncles ... Bree on the other hand. She was recless, irresponcible, brash ... how was she supposed to be keeping an eye on him? She'd just broken the window for Christ's sake, what if burglars came?
"I've not gone crazy" Killian replied, shaking his head slightly. Is that what they all thought of him back home? That he was crazy? There were probably talks of who would replace him if he didn't end up going back home and stepping up to the mark; if he chose otherwise though how was he supposed to combat the fact everyone thought he was crazy now?!
"He was fine with it anyway... I just need a little time to think through my options, that's all" Because unlike the rest of his violence happy family, he wasn't really all that ready to resign himself to this being his ultimate life choice. The mob being the final path that he walked down. Choices were always great!
"Figured as much" he replied with a grin, whilst she probably didn't mean too, he appreciated the honesty about the whole thing. His father probably wouldn't have ever wanted him to know, he guessed he was just worried about him that was all. "I appreciate you telling me. I'm gonna put the kettle on so do you fancy a cuppa?" Killian asked, rising from his seat ... it was just rude if he didn't offer, right?
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Post by BREE O'MALLEY on Nov 8, 2013 18:27:51 GMT
blame it on the girls who know what to do blame it on the boys who keep hitting on you blame it on your mother for the things she said blame it on your dad but you know he's dead | |
Of course he denied his insanity. The insane usually did. She had been called crazy all her life, and was quite used to it by now. She even enjoyed it. If this was what being crazy was like, then crazy was fun! Who wouldn't want to be crazy? Killian's brand of madness, on the other hand, was the boring kind. Poor lad. "You've definitely gone crazy," Bree replied casually, rocking slightly back and forth in her sitting position. "Trust me coz, I know all about crazy, and you've definitely got a pinch of it! Otherwise you wouldn't be off at university. You'd be having fun with me! But nope, you don't wanna blow stuff up with me or shoot machine guns, you wanna study whatever you study at university!" Whatever he was studying, she didn't really care. It was definitely something boring and useless in life. Now, learning how to properly set up explosives or pull off a kidnapping deal, those were important life skills! When he rose from his seat, she did the same, uncrossing her legs and vaulting ot her feet. "Sure, a cuppa'd be nice, as long as you're not gonna poison it or anything," she replied, luxuriously stretching her arms skyward and arching her back. She had been on that couch for quite a while before Killy had had the decency to show up and attend to his guest. "I haven't had much since I got off the plane. Gotta hand it to you, coz, you chose a nice place to settle down to be a loser at." She followed him to where the kettle was. An idea occurred to her. The moment it did so, her amber eyes obtained a gleam to them, a rather unpredictable one. "Might be I'll spend some time here myself," she said casually, as though it was an idea that was still up in the air- when really, her mind had already been made up. KILLIAN CALLAHAN((ooc: do you like how I reply with lightning speed?)) LAIKA OF GANGNAM STYLE!
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Post by KILLIAN CALLAHAN on Nov 11, 2013 17:10:12 GMT
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"I am not crazy!" Killian protested again, honestly he didn't like being called crazy. It was perfectly normal to want to go to university and wanting to better yourself like that! He was nothing like Bree, she couldn't smell the crazy on him or anything like that!
"People don't normally want to blow stuff up Bree, blowing stuff up is crazy" the blonde shouted from the kitchen as he flicked on the kettle. They were crazy in a way, crazy for thinking that stuff like this was really normal and that's why he really wanted to get away from that. Not that he probably would do because people like Bree would be always trying to drag him back! "And it's English Lit, I'm studying English Lit." which would probably be more helpful than learning how to shoot someone.
"And why would I do that to you my darling cousin?" Killian asked, pouring the water over the tea bag and adding the milk, offering the mug to his sitting cousin before shrugging. "Dad's place, I just kept it when they moved out." It wasn't like he had to pay for it or anything, just food and stuff. It was one of the perks of his family moving here all those years ago.
"... did Dad tell you you could move in here? Because I don't know if there's going enough room..." oh there was, there was totally enough room for the two of them to live there, just with the talk of explosions and the like, did he really want to live with Bree?
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Post by BREE O'MALLEY on Nov 12, 2013 4:56:08 GMT
blame it on the girls who know what to do blame it on the boys who keep hitting on you blame it on your mother for the things she said blame it on your dad but you know he's dead | |
'English lit'? The hell was English lit? Well, whatever it was, it sounded pretty boring, not to mention useless. What this boy right here was missing was valuable life skills! He was letting what few he had gotten from the mob get all rusty, which was just plain criminal. Killian had been born into a family with wonderful opportunities, and he had just tossed that all away at the drop of a hat to study English Blahblahblahblah! But there could still be a solution to this problem. Living alone like he had been, far away from his family, of course it had been easy for Blondie to ignore his roots. But with Bree around, forgetting his heritage would definitely become a lot more difficult, especially since she intended to remind him with every chance she got. Considering the fact that she pretty much breathed the Irish mobster lifestyle and lived for causing trouble and witnessing misery really helped. Perching herself on the edge of one of his counters so that her worn-out sneakers dangled in the air, Bree accepted her cup of whatever and took a sip from it. Her eyes never left Killian for a moment. They still had a malevolent sort of spark about them. "Killian, Killian," she sighed, lowering her mug. "All your father told me to do was check up on you. He left the rest up for me to decide, which was probably for the best. He knows how bad I am at following orders." Ah, good ol' Uncle Callahan. He knew her so well. "Don't worry, your place is definitely big enough. I scouted the entire house before settling down on the couch." A mass invasion of privacy? Perhaps. But really, he shouldn't have been expecting anything else from her. "Your couch'll do fine, buddy. C'mon, you wouldn't turf your own cousin out onto the street, would you?" Bree took another sip from her mug, this time choosing the wide-eyed and pleading sort of expression. Naw, he wouldn't throw her out. He was too good to do that. God, living on his own all these years had really changed him for the worse. Bree wasn't just asking to stay because she needed a base of operations while here in Nova Athenis- though she definitely did need that. The closer she was to Killian, the better a negative influence she could be. KILLIAN CALLAHANLAIKA OF GANGNAM STYLE!
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Post by KILLIAN CALLAHAN on Nov 24, 2013 18:47:12 GMT
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"Hmmm" the blond hummed in reply, not entirely convinced that his dad hadn't told her to move in with him. He wouldn't put it past the man, despite him saying that he was going to move on and get on with other stuff, that Killian was old enough to make his own decisions about what he wanted to do, that he'd leave him alone and he'd only come if Killian asked him too. He should have seen it coming, still, two years of normalcy was better than none.
Nursing the mug in his hands, Killian leant on the arm of the chair, placing it to his lips and taking a sup before looking at Bree, wide eyed. "So basically, you've been through my stuff?" the blonde accused, a assuatory glare finding its way onto his face. It was one of the reasons he didn't want to live with Bree, she had no boundaries.
Still, he guessed they were related and all. It wouldn't be polite to kick her out would it? "Sure I guess you can stay ... don't go through my stuff anymore though" Whatever ... she'd stay even if he didn't want her to.
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Post by BREE O'MALLEY on Dec 11, 2013 3:21:11 GMT
blame it on the girls who know what to do blame it on the boys who keep hitting on you blame it on your mother for the things she said blame it on your dad but you know he's dead | |
"Well, duh! Of course I looked through your stuff." Bree kicked the back of her heel against the cabinet underneath the counter and rolled her eyes. what did he expect? "So if you find anything of yours that's broken, odds are it was me. Just lettin' ya know." she thought it was magnanimously generous of her to even let him know that. When it came to broken things, Bree either proudly admitted that it was her handiwork or denied that it had been her, even when it obviously had been. She hadn't been worried for one moment about him letting her stay, so forgive her for not letting out a sigh of relief when he gave his consent. Killian probably knew that denying her a place in his house wouldn't have made a difference; she would have stayed there anyways. "Sweet, I call the couch!" She declared, before slurping some more tea out of her cup and hopping down off her counter. "And don't worry, Killy," she added, leaning towards him as a smirk grew on her face. "I promise not to cause any trouble." Of course, her promise was worth nothing. He knew that. Still smirking, Bree flipped her multicolored hair over her shoulder and began to walk back to the living room, where her new bed awaited her. "Oh, and give your old man a call, wouldya?" She threw back over her shoulder as she exited. "You know how worried he gets about his little baby n' heir sometimes."KILLIAN CALLAHAN LAIKA OF GANGNAM STYLE!
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Post by KILLIAN CALLAHAN on Dec 19, 2013 21:35:22 GMT
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"Seriously, you've got to stop doing that!" the older blonde exclaimed, placing the mug on the coffee table before crossing his arms over. He just didn't want to have to be constantly cautious about putting things in the house because Bree might get curious and nosey through his stuff. It was his home after all! "Well you can replace anything you've broken." he added, hoping that nothing was broken for a start. God knows if he could replace half of that stuff.
"I've got a spare room upstairs, you don't have to sleep on the couch you know" Killian replied before picking up the mug and taking another sip, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, you 'promise'. I know you cuz, you've never stopped causing trouble," added with a smirk. It was true, Bree would probably end up bringing trouble to his door more than once, which was exactly what he didn't want.
The blonde ran a hand through his scruffy hair, sighing before shrugging. "I ain't nobodies heir. Here nobody knows anything about any of that. So I wanna keep it that way" he replied before smiling "Besides, I just feel like some kind of failure when I call him. I'm not an heir."
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Post by BREE O'MALLEY on Dec 22, 2013 19:46:23 GMT
blame it on the girls who know what to do blame it on the boys who keep hitting on you blame it on your mother for the things she said blame it on your dad but you know he's dead | |
"Alright. I'll take both the couch and the bedroom. So kind of you to offer both to little old me." My, wasn't she a greedy little pig? There was no getting rid of her now; she had already staked her territory out. Poor wee Killian was stuck with her. He had always been a bit of a silly goose, her cousin, but abandoning the family business was just insane. She had always thought that Killian was cursed; it made perfect sense to her. After all, he was one of those people who actually went out of his way to not cause trouble and kept his promises. To Bree, promises were just a way to make lies seem more convincing. And she never, ever thought twice about committing mischievous shenanigans. Or tomfoolery. Or ne'er-do-welling. They were just all so much fun! She threw herself back on the couch, rolling over so that her back was lying against the cushions. "If you're not the heir, then why aren't I?" She queried loudly to the ceiling. "I've always wanted to wear a little crown. That's what mob bosses do, right? Wear little crowns?" That sounded accurate. Scooping up a nearby pillow, Bree began to idly throw it in the air. "I s'pose you are kind of a failure. After all, you're at university. Getting an education. But don't worry, I won't hold it against you. Because I'm here to cure you, Killy. I'm here to fix you. You'll be right as rain by the time I'm done with you, never fear!"KILLIAN CALLAHAN LAIKA OF GANGNAM STYLE!
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Post by KILLIAN CALLAHAN on Jan 2, 2014 1:41:36 GMT
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"Just take the room Bree, I'm not going to deprive you of it." the heir replied. It would make it easier anyway, that way he didn't have to worry about waking her up every morning when he was leaving for work or university. Plus it gave him somewhere to collapse at the end of a long day without worrying about crushing someone, he couldn't sleep in the armchair after all. And he had tried before, when he was very very drunk.
"Nah I don't think so. A crown would suit you anyway." Killian replied with a grin. He was still the heir wither he liked it or not, at least until his dad gave it up. He couldn't avoid it, they were blood related and he was pretty sure his dad was holding out for him to come back, the prodigal son, accepting his role and he just didn't know if that was him.
Cure him? What was wrong with getting an education? Hell, he could decide to get an education and then go back to being part of the mob with an English degree, he was sure there would be nothing wrong with that. It wasn't like anyone was going to revoke his mob lineage for being overly qualified or something. "Okay, let's see how that goes" the Irishman replied. She could try, it probably wouldn't work but good on Bree for trying. He wasn't exactly sure how he could be fixed but whatever, she was welcome to try.
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Post by BREE O'MALLEY on Jan 22, 2014 4:12:23 GMT
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Maybe she would take both the room and the couch. Killian seemed pretty intent on giving her the former, but she was growing increasingly fonder of this couch. She wanted both, so she should just take both. That was how it worked, right? Bree's parents had never been the types to spoil her, so she had just spoiled herself instead. She got herself whatever she wanted, through cash or theft, and that was just how she liked things. Bree rolled over onto her stomach, propping her chin up on the arm of the couch. "Killian!" She hollered after her cousin. "I want a crown too! Get me a crown!" She paused, and when he didn't answer back, yelled out, "Crown!" once more just to make sure her point had gotten across. She'd look fucking good in a crown. Maybe she should get Killian a crown too. He'd almost certainly refuse to wear it, but that just meant that she'd get to keep it. She could just picture it perching on her head, a tiny golden thing that caught the eye of everyone she passed by. Yes, that was what she wanted, and if Killian didn't end up getting it for her (which he probably wouldn't), then she would just go get it herself. Not now, though. Now, she was resting. She could work on getting that crown, as well as making her cousin's life a hell of a lot more interesting, later. KILLIAN CALLAHANLAIKA OF GANGNAM STYLE!
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Post by MESSENGER on Jan 23, 2014 0:30:51 GMT
[attr="class","temps"]GOOD JOB STELLA and ARI each receive 2 nectar for completing a thread.
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