Thread: Taboo Lives Revealed (Frelance and HelOfAGirl)

ooc we started this first in pm. Decided to move it to a thread 'just in case'. Couldn't decide what part to copy and paste in here, so decided to copy and paste the whole thing starting from the beginning. But so it's not too long, I decided to copy it in many posts. Frelance's reply is in blue and mine is yellow. Except for my last reply. Let me know if this works for you Damen Spencer Physical Traits Standing at 6'1 his has a slim build that he has worked hard to keep it well toned and in shape. His hair is a dark black with just the tips died a deep crimson. His eyes are a lighter blue than his father's but only by a few shades. He looked out the window of the limo but he didn't see the buildings that past by as him mind jumped back to the day that the scandal had been published. He had been out with a few friends the night before and was still hung over when he left the hotel he had crashed at. Damen had been waiting for a taxi crouching against the buildings wall and enjoying a smoke. The Advil he had taken was just starting to kick in when a pair of heels stepped into his view and stood there. He took his time studying the shoes and taping the ashes on to the ground before he followed the legs up to the face of one of many reporters he had grown to know by site. As soon as she had seen she had his attention she started asking him if he had known that his dad had raped his aunt. She had only gotten to ask a few question before a limo drove up and his father got out. The look he gave the reporter told Damen all he needed to know even before he was ushered into the back of the stretch followed quickly by his father. Damen found a copy of a tabloid with the story in the back seat so he spent the ride home reading through the story. When he would look up at his father but could not make eye contact with him Damen knew that the story was true. When he had tried to ask a question his father just told him to wait until they got home. The day had been spent arguing between the two of them and then between his father and mother when she showed up. They had already been split up for a few years now but that didn't stop them from arguing again. That night his aunt had come over and after a few hours Damen had calmed down and even if he did not completely agree with them. The idea of being that close to a family member was something he didn't think he could ever understand unless it happened to him. He had said his good bye to Nicole and rode along with her to the airport. When he got home he had spent the next few days at the house staying away from the press. He had intended to go on a trip with some friends just to get away from the city when he heard about his aunts death. He blinked and looked around realizing that they had arrived at the cemetery. He wiped a few tears off his cheek just now realizing he had been crying. When the car stopped he slipped on a pair of shades and got out of the car with his father. During the funeral he kept glancing at Carley as she stood across from him. He had found out a week ago that she would be moving in with them until she was eighteen. He wasn't sure what to make of her so he kept quite as they walked back to the limo. Once inside he took off his shades and hung them on the front of his shirt. He openly looked at Carley with sorrow filled eyes but he still didn't say anything until the door was closed behind his father. You want a drink? His voice was think with emotions that were barely under control as he leaned forward and opened the mini fridge in the limo to pull out a bottle of vodka. Setting it on top he poured a shot of the alcohol and offered it to her. It's perfect Carley nodded yes, but was surprised when instead of a juice, bottled water or soda, he'd pulled out a bottle of vodka. She'd looked over at his father, their father, half expecting him to object but when he didn't she accepted the shot of vodka and drank it. Immediately wishing she hadn't. I'm use to having this in orange juice, she said, after the coughing fit subsided. Of course my parents.. I mean Pamela and Greg didn't know. It was as if the rug she'd been standing on was suddenly and without warning pulled out from under her. She didn't know what the rules were now as she looked across at the man who was her biological father. She was sitting next to her half brother. She had a brother. How many times in the past had she wished that she had brothers and sisters? And now she had one. A half brother who didn't talk to her at the cemetery, but that was okay because she hadn't known what to say to him either. But that was when Damen's father told her it was okay if she wasn't comfortable calling him dad, yet. He then told her that she could call him by his first name for a while, which was Jack, until she warmed up to him. Carley, mumbled a Thanks, but honestly didn't know if she would ever be able to call him dad. Even though she didn't know Damen either, she felt more comfortable with him. Of course that could be because of the scandal.