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Thread: Is Blood Family (LittleLips & Frelance)

Full Name Margaret Nickname Name people call her Maisie May-see Mom and Dad were dead. All other family members were pretty estranged. We never had a whole lot of family to begin with. Not a whole lot of people to associate with, but we made do. We traveled a lot, so even maintaining friendships was hard. So when they told me my next kin was all the way in Russia - it didn't really phase me. I was expecting to move state, maybe even country. But I had initially thought - maybe Canada? But Russia? That was literally the other end of the world. To me, it was a new adventure. I never really fit in 'round here anyways. I had friends, but they weren't there for me when I needed them most. Moving wouldn't be as hard as for most people. To me, it was just another place, another year - and it was time for a fresh new start. I had already shipped most of my clothes, items and affairs over to the new Russian address before my departure. I had sold most of my belongings anyways - including the house, the furniture, and the cars. All of it went to my name. I was the only name and inheriter listed on the Will, despite having a brother. Although I didn't find out about his existence until my early teens, I had braced myself long ago for the day I would meet my biological brother - the lost child, and the runaway son. I had dreamnt of this day over and over and over again, but never... EVER... had I imagined it would be under these circumstances. Mom and Dad were dead. Those fives words were constantly running through my head, haunting me, even though it had already been well over a month since they had died. Despite everything, I could only look forward into the future. As I exited the plane, I took a deep breath. My eyes scattered as I searched for some kind of sign, for a person who would be looking for me. But I was disappointed, I found nothing. I didn't know what you looked like, but I could remember the representatives words clearly 'Oh, you'll recognize him!'. How? I didn't understand how. I wondered if we even looked alike. I continued to walk around, wondering if this mysterious brother of mine was really pulling a no-show, or if he was simply late. As I turned my head, I realized it was neither. He was at the wrong gate. Rolling my eyes slightly, I shook my head and walked over to him. Coming from the side, I doubted he even realized I was there until I opened my mouth to speak, That guy was right. I can spot that red hair of yours from a mile away. I smirked before following up, Ya' know... ya really could try harder to look like you care. That grim face of yours would 'prolly look better with a smile. I was half serious, half just trying to tease. When I was in awkward situations, I often resorted to being kinda snarky. I gave a bit of a charming smile before I brought an apple up to my plump pierced lips and took a big ol' bite out of it.
Thread: Is Blood Family (LittleLips & Frelance)

His head snapped around when he heard someone speaking to him and even though english was his first language his brow furrowed as he tried to remember the language. He had not spoken it in over a year now and even then it had only been a few words to a tourist who was lost. He had learned fast that he needed to speak Russian if he was going to survive here and once he had learned it there was not much point in learning English. As the meaning of her words were understood he relaxed a bit and even gave her a thin smile that looked like it almost hurt him to put on. Reaching out he grabbed a few strands of her hand and shrugged. Yours the same. Letting go of her hair his hand went to the back of his neck as he dropped the sign into the garbage and motioned towards the doors. Need to pick up bags? Suitcases? He couldn't hold back the growl of frustration he was feeling as he tried to speak to her in a language that did not seem natural to him anymore. To stop himself from making even more of a fool of himself he drank some of the coffee as he lead her towards the entrance he had used coming from his car. He was not sure if she had anything since she had sent most of her things to his apartment. As they walked he took a closer look at her. It wasn't hard to see a bit of the same features he had inherited in her but he couldn't see her as his sister. She seemed more like a distant cousin then anything else. He took his time before he spoke this time to try and phrase his question correctly. Do you, Pausing he rubbed the back of his neck as he thought for a moment before continuing. understand Russian? After he asked he finished off his coffee and tossed the cup out before slipping back into his coat with got him a few almost angry looks from a few people walking past them since there as still a hammer and sickle on the shoulder of one arm that he had not taken off when he purchased the coat from a surplus store.
Thread: Is Blood Family (LittleLips & Frelance)

The corner of my lips slowly rose to stretch the slightest bit of a smile across my face as you nipped a piece of my own hair. It's dyed. Don't get too excited. I teased. I was a natural redhead, but I always enhanced the color and brightness with products. I watched as you placed the sign in the trash. I looked at the garbage and the smile slowly drifted from my expression. As you asked about luggage, I shook my head. Negative. I replied enthusiastically as I turned around to point to my backpack . Showcasing it with a light pat from my hand, I looked over my shoulder and emphasized. I pack light. I sent most of my stuff to your place, and the rest I either donated or got rid of. I grinned slightly. It was hard for me. It hard not to mention Mom and Dad, or the past in itself. It was a topic we would eventually discuss, but I just couldn't bring myself to bring it up. In fact, for the past couple of weeks, I hadn't even mention my parents to anybody, other than the lawyers when it came to discussing their possessions. I didn't want to think about the past about the life I had lost, and about the only two people I had as family who vanished from my life in an instance. It was the kind of pain you bury deep inside - to numb it. I had numbed myself. Looking over to you, I wondered if I was really the only person who was numb. Sure, you were rough around the edges, but I was starting to wonder if maybe you did feel something. Even if it was just a bit. Despite those thoughts, I shrugged and followed you towards the entrance, as I neared, I realized from looking out the window that living in Moscow, I was going to need a LOT more than just the lithe sweater I was wearing now. I swallowed nervously to the thought of the cold weather, but my attention was quickly switched to you, struggling to even form a sentence. As you asked about Russian, my face went from neutral to slightly annoyed. Do I look-... I stopped myself from and outburst, before taking a slow breath and restarting the sentence. I just came off a plane from the United States of a America, to which I flew from Prairieville, Louisiana. D'ya hear me? I pointed to my mouth. The only thing more Southern than my voice right now is a hillbilly from Alabama - and you're asking me if I understand Russian? Smirking, I looked at you like you were a moron. I have a English-Russian dictionary... does that count?
Thread: Is Blood Family (LittleLips & Frelance)

Looking at her hair more closely he thought he might be able to see just the beginnings of the roots but then again he could just be seeing what he wanted to see. He dropped the thought as she patted her backpack and he nodded. Pravo, I mean right. He had looked away not wanting to be looking at her as his irritation got the better of him for a few moments. He looked back at her and his eyes narrowed as she started to snap at him. When she stopped herself and started to explain in a much calmer voice he wondered briefly if she had learned to control herself after years of dealing with their parents. He remembered the times he had work hard to control his temper as he argued with their parents over the smallest thing but as soon as he started to raise his voice they would shut down and not listen to another word until he had calmed down. Net, it will be little help. He looked her over again as a few things fell into place slightly delayed but his subconscious had pushed the fact that she was used to warm weather to the front of his mind. She would freeze in the thin clothing she was wearing now. Looking around as he shrugged off his coat he spotted what he was looking for and after handing her his coat he walked over to one of the stalls and bought a classic russian hat and brought it back and handed it to her. He glanced back outside then reached into one of the pockets and pulled out a leather bound flask that he opened and took a swig of as he started walking for the doors again. Gloves in other pocket. He waited with her at the entrance until she seemed ready to go before he walked outside and took another swig of vodka to fight off the cold winds and snow as it slashed at any bare skin. He lead her quickly to the car unlocking it and getting in as quickly as he could before turning it on and waiting for the engine to warm up before he blasted the heat. Once he had heated up a bit he put the flask in the cup holder and started driving home. Shopping tomorrow for proper shoes and clothing. He dwould let her get used to her room and the apartment before he took out shoping.
Thread: Is Blood Family (LittleLips & Frelance)

As you looked at me, I was wondering what you were even thinking. For a moment I wondered if you even understood English, but then I realized that you had too - you had spent half your life in the U.S., so unless you suffered from memory loss, you could surely still understand. For someone who tried to escape his past life, you really did well. You barely spoke English. I should have expected it, but I didn't. Sighing lightly, I braced myself for the cold, that is, until I watched you take off your coat. Oh. I said, sincerely shocked that you were handing me your coat. No, no - You don't have to give me your coa- You were already walking away from me. I sighed lightly, Anndddd you are. I shook my head lightly as you bought a tourist Russian hat from a stand in the airport. Really ? I said in a sort of tone of voice that didn't seem to impressed. I'm fine. I can handle myself. I had already pulled the coat on anyways, not wanting to be rude by handing it back to you. I grabbed the hat from your hand, but refused to put it on. I followed you out the door and continued on my little rant - A little cold never hurt nobody. Just then, the doors open and I am struck with the frigid, slashing cold winds of Moscow. Lord have mercy! I mumbled to myself, not wanting to admit I probably needed the hat. I looked around, but before I could even blink, I already felt like my eyeballs were ice cubes. I quickly put the had on my stubborn head and pulled the jacked closer to me. I could someone only focus on you, taking a whip of that flask. Uh... last I checked, boy, I'm pretty sure drinking and driving was illegal. I swallowed roughly, but quickly shut up as you abruptly got in the car. I went up to the passenger door, but before pulling it open, I paused to look at the snow building on the room of the car. I smiled, before clasping a handful of it in my palm. It's freezin'. I laughed, slightly before tapping it out of my hand. I clenched my bare fist to combat the cold before finally getting into the car. Sitting in the seat, I reached into the pocket and pulled out the gloves. I was looking at the window when I stated in a hush tone, I've never seen snow before... I glanced at you, briefly, I mean, in movies. But not... not in person.
Thread: Is Blood Family (LittleLips & Frelance)

He looked over at her as she mentioned drinking and driving and laughed softly at her. Your not in Kansas anymore. Smiling freely for the first time as he put the car into gear and pulled onto the road. He was happy he had been able to say something in his native tongue that didn't make him sound like an idiot. I remember the south. No snow always hot, always humid. He shuddered a little but whether that was because he was still cold or just the memory it wasn't clear. I knew you need the coat. He ground his teeth together as he realized his mistake again but didn't say anything else. He turned his attention to the road and once he had merged into the highway traffic he reached between them and turned on the radio and started to flip stations which most seemed to be playing the latest top forty from America even though the DJs spoke in Russian between the songs. He finally stopped playing around with it and just turned it down low enough that he could talk comfortably over it. You 16 right? He glanced over at her to make sure she understood what he had asked before looking back at the road. He had called a few school when he learned that she was going to come to russia but it had been his boss that had found a private school in Moscow that looked like it might be a good fit. Markus had taken a tour and found that the school taught both english and russian to the students which was why the school had been pointed out to him. He had struggled to learn the language on his own but with the help of teachers his sister might be able to pick it up faster than he had. As hypocritical as it made him he wanted to make sure she got a degree in something partly because he had never gone back to school after he left home but also just so she could get a decent job.
Thread: Is Blood Family (LittleLips & Frelance)

Kansas!? I laughed at loud. Is that where you think I'm from? I aint from Kansas, hunnybear. This girl's from Louisiana. The one and only. Maybe a little bit of Texas, a little bit of Oklahoma. But that's it. I couldn't help but smile. For the first time ever, that smug look vanished from your face, and I could see a smile - even if it was only a small one - and even if it didn't last long - it was a smile. Yeeeep. Always hot. Always rainy, too. No snow. Although my eyes had been fixated for the most part on the road and at how different Russia really was from the U.S., they briefly turned to you. Every time I looked at you, more and more questions filled my mind. I wondered what had prompt you to leave, and if you ever regretted it - or if you even cared about me at all. I fell quite silent as my mind turned back to wander out the window of the car. Completely zoning out, I had barely heard what you said until my delayed reaction finally kicked in. Huh? I turned my head. Uh - yeah. Seventeen this summer... I sunk into my seat, and fell silent. I wondered how I was finally going to break the unbearable silence. I had lost myself in y thoughts about the deaths of my parents, when I suddenly blurted out, What did they tell you about Mom and Dad? I slowly moved my head to glance at you, but felt it would be too hard to look you straight in the face. I resorted to keeping my eyes focused on my passenger window. I couldn't bear to look you in the eyes. Why'd you take me in? It was a question I just couldn't avoid any more or try to curve with lithe chit chat. I needed to know. I couldn't move forward in any kind of relationship without soothing my questions - at least some of them.
Thread: Is Blood Family (LittleLips & Frelance)

He looked at her confused for a second then shook his head and sighed. No, no, Dorothy. Wizard of Oz. He shook his head and turned back to the road. If she didn't know the quote then he was not going to try and explain it to her. Not right now when he could barely get a full sentence out. He couldn't really believe that she wouldn't know the quote but if she didn't then things really must have changed since he had left. Markus nodded as she described the climate as he remembered it to be in the south. He had looked over to watch her when she didn't answer his question right away. He wondered what she had been thinking about when he asked but didn't know if he really wanted to know. Be had been trying to figure out what grade she would be put in at school when she suddenly asked him what he knew about their parents. His jaw clenched and he switched lanes onto the highway exit a little more violently than was needed. He stared silent for another minute before he spoke. Just that they died in a car accident. He bit his tongue before he could add thats all I needed to no. He didn't think that would go over to well . Her next question was even more awkward even if it was just a matter of time. Slowly after running the words over in his head to make sure he had the right wording. You are family and I remember how odd what little family was left there so I said yes. You can go back anytime if you want to. That had been the main reason but there was a small part of him that wondered if their parents had not put a guardian so that he and his sister would have a chance to meet. He fell silent then not sure what else he should say. A few minutes later he turned off the road and into an underground parking garage that was set under a relatively new looking apartment building. A security guard checked his pass before he opened the gate and let them inside to the ramp. Once he had parked the car close to the elevator he made no move to shut off the car. Instead he took the flask and took a swig before offering it to her. Vodka? He smiled a bit but it was nothing like the relaxed smile had given her before. Once he had offered it to her he shut down the car ready to show her up to the apartment and her room there. From what he remembered of the apartments in the U.S. his was pretty close in the comforts it offered but then he had a good paying job and more than a few connections.
Thread: Is Blood Family (LittleLips & Frelance)

I know, I know. But I'm just sayin'. I don't follow no yellow brick road. I kidded around. It became clear in that moment, with a snarky little grin to my face, that I was just pulling your leg a bit. I may be young, but I'm not stupid. I've seen the movie - they still show it in junior high. Chuckling lightly, I shrugged. Kansas is definitely gone, now. I said, as my eyes wandered to the window ago. This world was so different. I wondered how I would adapt, but shoved that thought to the very back of my mind. Without making any eye contact, I managed to withhold any sort of evidence that I was hurting inside. My eyes began to water, but will all the force I had, closed my eyes, and held everything back. There was a tightness in my throat a knot that developed just at the thought of their deaths. But I swallowed that knot. I made sure it went down, even if I had to try a couple times to ensure it would never reveal itself. Yeah. I scoffed up, hoping that the tremble in my voice wasn't too obvious. Yeah, that's what I figured. Without saying another word, I pulled open the door and exited the car. I wouldn't look at you. In fact, I completely and purposely ignored your offer of Vodka, not even having so much as the decency to look at you and politely refuse you. Instead, I just stormed out of the car. I was losing control of myself again, and I didn't want to show weakness. I didn't want you to know what I felt... and what had actually happened. All I wanted to do was run. Runaway from everything and be alone. I had isolated myself so much in the past few weeks, but running always made me feel safe. It made me feel free, even though I knew it was really just a route to darkness. I walked up to the elevator without you. Slamming my fist into the button, the square piece split a crack now permanently scarring it. Common! I said, in a sudden frustrated rush. I had no patience, it was evident in my mannerisms. Pausing, I took a breath, finally looking up, but just barely, and rolling my eyes. Forget I even asked.
Thread: Is Blood Family (LittleLips & Frelance)

, , . , . Hanging up the phone he quickly dialed another number and spoke in broken mandarin mixed with Russian then looked at the clock on the stove before answering a question. , . He listened to what else was being said as he watched Margaret come back into the room and started to just walk around. He was happy to see that she did not look as pissed off now and was curious as to why she had the phone with her but he waited patiently until his suppler slowly stopped talking. The guy was one of the weirder people he knew but the man could get him anything or at least had not failed him yet. Setting down the phone he looked up at her as she spoke. Smiling he sat back, shaking his head and crossing his arms as she tried to hand the phone back. Its a gift, first month is paid for. He shrugged then added. Trail period. You don't want it after, then I sell it. Okay? He wasn't even sure if that had made much sense but the worry didn't stay with him long as he heard what she said next. He opened his mouth to say something then stopped and picked up the phone off the table. After fiddling around with it for a few seconds he set it down on the coffee table and started to speak in Russian. Take it as a good omen. If I didn't think you would need a phone I wouldn't have gotten you one. The phone translated it although badly in a few cases which just had him rolling his eyes, muttering. Fucking piece of shit corporate software. Which it translated perfectly and have Markus glaring at it like he wanted to toss it against the wall. He looked back up at her with a raised eyebrow at her question but ended up shrugging and holding his hand out palm down and titled it back and forth in a so so motion. Not my area of expertise but I can if I need to. Better to go to a pro though. He picked up the phone as he finished speaking and changed the synthesized voice so that it was closer to his own voice. You want to change who you are? By the smile that spread over his face it was pretty easy to tell that he didn't think she actually wanted him to do it. I get in and out of systems without being noticed or I test system to see how secure they are. The boss likes the idea of the systems being tested often. He fell silent for a moment as he got up and got a wireless keyboard and mouse from the mountain of humming machines and sat back on the couch. He switch the 54 inch flat screen he had been watching the news on to pc mode and started opening windows. Your room used to be my favorite room. I would work in just shorts all day. But now I don't have to pay for the heat so its all good. He was only half kidding since he really didn't need to turn the heat up nearly as far when his hardware was running. His fingers stopped typing as a very basic browser opened up and simple search engine webpage opened up called pipl. He opened a simple text file that had instructions explaining that the site would find out the secrets of anyone you search for as well as just anything about that person that is online. Got any enemies? He offered her the keyboard.