Thread: Quix's Random Bullshit Thread (Comments Welcome)

RE Quix's writing samples The Daydreamer's Vision - Quix and Ava Adam Tudor was the black sheep of the Tudor family. Not a bad-looking black sheep, at 62 tall, with sandy blonde hair, sparkling deep blue eyes, a strong jaw, and prominent cheekbones which gave him a slightly aristocratic look, and an athletic, toned body kept in shape by regular exercise and visits to the gym, but a black sheep just the same. Adam had been born into wealth and privilege, the youngest son of George and Gwendolyn Tudor, whose Deca Realty Co owned half the State of California, and influence spread across the globe. His Father was an extremely wealthy and powerful man and Adam's brother, Charles, appeared destined to follow in his footsteps. Though the siblings were only a year apart in age - Adam was twenty-four, Charles, twenty-five - that year made a world of difference. As the first-born, Charles was the 'chosen one'. The man to lead the company into the future and control the wealth, or lose it, whilst Adam was expected to follow and provide support. That was the issue. Adam had never been a follower. Neither had he felt the need to lead, or control others. Not that he couldn't, or wouldn't, it's just that he didn't need to. He was his own man, and secure enough within himself not to require the approval or subservience of others in order to feed his ego. Adam did what Adam wanted. As he'd grown up, he'd seen how ruthless and cruel his Father could be, all in the pursuit of more money, more power, more control, and how easily Charles had been led down that path. To say that the siblings were dissimilar, and their relationship fractious, would be an understatement. As for their mother, she enjoyed the prestige and attention. Gwendolyn could also be a cold-hearted bitch. The brother's had attended the best private schools and never wanted for a thing in their lives. Charles savoured in that, and would treat those not as privileged, as unworthy of his attention or respect, appearing to only care for what people could do for him. Adam, on the other hand, had always enjoyed getting away from the life of wealth and fame, and struck up friendships with the Public School students, and snuck out at nights to visit their homes, to do more 'normal' things. Oh, hadn't there been a ruckus when he brought one of them into the Tudor mansion. The girl's father was a labourer. The Tudor boys didn't date girls whose parents built homes. They dated girls whose parents owned the companies that built homes. As High School had come to an end, and his parents attempted to insist he follow in his brother's footsteps, and study Business and Economics, Adam had dug in his heels. Though he had a sharp mind, those subjects were of little interest. Anyway, what was the point when he was never to run the Company. That honour had already been bequested to Charles. His Father had relented, and they'd come to an agreement. Adam would follow his passion for photography, and once graduated, return to work for the Company. Adam was happy with that arrangement. It meant he'd have steady employment whilst he compiled his portfolio, and attempted to enter the competitive fashion modelling industry, which is what he truly wanted to do. It was difficult, as any of his work which was given attention could be seen as more due to his family name, than any talent he might possess. That was last thing he desired. At least until he'd made that eventuate, Adam needn't be concerned about the implied threat of being cut out of the family's fortunes. Not that he particularly cared about the money - Adam had received enough from a trust fund on turning twenty-one to be comfortable -, he just didn't want to give Charles the satisfaction of seeing it happen. He hadn't been surprised when Charles had ended up marrying a gorgeous French-American model. Exactly the type of woman his brother had always stated he desired for a wife, though the word love had never been mentioned. Adam's opinion was that Charles ego, large as it was, just wanted the world to see him with a beautiful accessory on his arm. He was also aware that, with his siblings controlling nature, and their Mother's influence, Natalia would shortly no longer be modelling, and become but a trophy wife. Gwendolyn was old fashioned in that regard. Adam had thought of warning his sister-in-law to be, but they'd only met a couple of times before the marriage, and what woman in love was going to listen to her fianc's brother? She'd most likely only think it caused by jealousy, or something of the like. Now, as he arrived at their spatial home for the family barbeque, Adam smiled to himself, but it wasn't one of mirth. It was caused by the memory of the last such event, where there had been a commotion, and the knowledge that he'd most likely been invited today under sufferance. They hadn't come to blows at Thanksgiving, but it was close. The only thing that had stopped him was the presence of Natalia. He'd come to know his brother's wife much better that day, and wished not to cause any trouble for her. Despite initially wanting to accept the invitation to today's event purely because he knew it would be hoped that he declined, Adam had wavered in his decision. Natalia's presence was the determining factor. At least she'd make it bearable. The brothers hadn't seen each other since that previous encounter, so Adam, having once decided to come, thought why not allow a little more time to 'catch up'. After dressing in a pair of khaki's and a light blue cotton dress shirt, he'd deliberately arrived early. Charles was sure to appreciate the brotherly gesture. Adam took a deep breath, combed his fingers through his hair and pressed the door-bell. It was just after 11 o'clock.