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Thread: Boiling Point (NiahxRook10

Riley wasn't aware that she had trapped his finger in the door. Not that it would have bothered her in the slightest anyway. The guy was a continual thorn in her side, always leaving his clothes on the floor like a slob and never letting her watch anything that she wanted on the television. Plus they had to share a car whenever they were home, which did nothing but kick off world war three every time that either of them wanted to drive it! Her mother was trying desperately to get Riley to see Courson as her brother, but it was impossible. Something about his face just seemed to riled her up. The young woman relieved herself, before going about her normal morning routine. Tying her long brunette locks back, Riley began to apply her face cream, before letting it rest for a few minutes. Once she felt that it had, had enough time to work, she splashed water upon her face to wash it off. Riley then freed her hair and began brushing through it quickly. Last was her teeth and when she was finally done, she exited the bathroom. As she stepped out, her eyes landed on Courson's tank top, which was on the floor in the middle of the hallway. Seriously?! She cursed to herself. Courson! Stop leaving your crap on the floor! She called to him.
Thread: Boiling Point (NiahxRook10

Courson ignored her. He knew that pissed her off the most. He stepped out of his room in a button up flannel with a white undershirt and a pair of jeans. He deliberately walked past her without looking at her or stopping to pick up the shirt and went in the bathroom and closed the door. Turning the dead bolt loudly. He pissed, flushed, left the lid up and went to go wash his face. Scrubbing his cheeks he examined his scruff. Courson was no fan of Don't Shave December but he liked having some facial hair. He ran some gel through his hair and trimmed a few loose hairs. Brushed his teeth and made his way out of the bathroom and into the hall. Five minutes flat, why couldn't Riley do that?
Thread: Boiling Point (NiahxRook10

Riley's blood practically boiled when Courson walked past her. Acting as if she didn't even exist, he simply ignored her like a five year old. He locked the bathroom door and she ended up giving it a thump with her hand. You're such a pain in the ass! She cursed through the door. Picking up his tank top herself, she threw it into the nearest linen basket. Wow, that was hard... not! The guy was so lazy that he couldn't even manage that? Marching back to her room, she slammed her door before finding herself something to wear. She slipped into a pair of light brown leggings and a cream colored, cotton vest. She then threw on a cardigan, decorated with winter themes and leaves. Deciding to keep the cardigan open, Riley then headed out of her bedroom and downstairs. She wanted to get there before Courson ate all of the cereal.
Thread: Boiling Point (NiahxRook10

Coincidentally they arrived in the kitchen at the same time. Courson went to the fridge to grab milk while Riley went to the pantry to grab cereal. The both turned and closed the doors at the same time. Locking eyes and seeing what the other was holding. Every morning I have the same thing for breakfast, Riley. Every single morning. You think you could learn to wait your turn for once? Courson was pissed off since this was not the first time this had happened. Maybe he needed to get his own box of cereal and hide it somewhere like he did his porno mags. Or maybe his step sister could stop being a pain. Nah, the first option was more likely.
Thread: Boiling Point (NiahxRook10

Riley was annoyed at the fact that she hadn't managed to beat Courson here. However she didn't bother to speak to him and just continued on with plans to make herself some breakfast. Everything was fine as she grabbed the cereal. However when she turned around, she saw Courson stood there with the milk in his hands. She let go of the pantry door at the same time as he did the fridge door. They both stood there glaring at one another, before Courson began his own personal brand of man-bitching. The female rolled her eyes as he started going on as if she was holding the last box of cereal in existence. God he was a drama queen! I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were lord chief and emperor of cereal. She replied sarcastically. I'll tell you what your majesty I'll give you the box, after you give me the milk and let me make my breakfast first. Neither of them moved, both as stubborn as one another and seemingly in a stalemate.
Thread: Boiling Point (NiahxRook10

Niah said Riley was annoyed at the fact that she hadn't managed to beat Courson here. However she didn't bother to speak to him and just continued on with plans to make herself some breakfast. Everything was fine as she grabbed the cereal. However when she turned around, she saw Courson stood there with the milk in his hands. She let go of the pantry door at the same time as he did the fridge door. Then there was a moment as they glared at one another, before Courson began his own personal brand of man-bitching. The female rolled her eyes as he began going on as if she was holding the last box of cereal in existence, God he was a drama queen! I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were the lord chief and emperor of cereal. She replied sarcastically. I'll tell you what your majesty I'll give you the box, after you give me the milk and let me make my breakfast first. Neither of them moved, both as stubborn as one another and seemingly in a stalemate. Click to expand... Or you can give me the cereal and you can have them both when I'm done. Courson wasn't about to budge to this. He had already lost the bathroom this morning, this battle was his! As things were heating up their dad came down the stairs and already knew what the situation was. Hey kids. He said getting their attention. You both know there aren't any clean bowls right? He grabbed an apple out of the fruit basket and continued about his business. It was too early to play mediator for those two. Courson's face fell as he examined the sink full of dirty bowls. The house had a dishwasher but his father insisted hand washing saved water and built character. Well maybe if someone had done the dishes last night there would be. Courson continued as he gave Riley a look of blame.
Thread: Boiling Point (NiahxRook10

Riley had been about to step forwards, contemplating an attempt at snatching the milk from him. However before she got the chance, Courson's father came downstairs and glided into the room nonchalantly. These episodes occurred so frequently, that he seemed to just let them roll off his back these days. If anything, he might have even been amused that they were fighting over something to no avail. Riley's face also gave a miserable expression, as her eyes darted to the sink to see that his dad was right. The older male then waltzed back out without a care in the world. Then of course his son started up again. Oh like you can talk! When was the last time you put on a load of laundry? You see that big square thing over by the sink, has a little round door on it? That's called a washing machine. Learn how to use it instead of leaving your dirty, stinking clothes on the floor for others to pick up.
Thread: Boiling Point (NiahxRook10

Niah said Riley had been about to step forwards, contemplating an attempt at snatching the milk from him. However before she got the chance, Courson's father came downstairs and glided into the room nonchalantly. These episodes occurred so frequently, that he seemed to just let them roll off his back these days. If anything, he might have even been amused that they were fighting over something to no avail. Riley's face also gave a miserable expression, as her eyes darted to the sink to see that his dad was right. The older male then waltzed back out without a care in the world. Then of course his son started up again. Oh like you can talk! When was the last time you put on a load of laundry? You see that big square thing over by the sink, has a little round door on it? That's called a washing machine. Learn how to use it instead of leaving your dirty, stinking clothes on the floor for others to pick up. Click to expand... This is MY house! I've lived here since I was six! I can leave my clothes wherever I want and I'll get to them later. Courson shot back with his arms spread wide. Actually its my house, you were nine, and no you won't. Stop yelling, both of you and do the dishes. Their father called from another room. Feeling something akin to betrayal from his father Courson hung his head and put the milk on the counter. He looked back up at Riley. He wasn't sure what would be worse, doing the dishes himself while she did nothing or actually having to try and work together to get the dishes done faster.
Thread: Boiling Point (NiahxRook10

She had been prepared to shout back that it was her house too now and he'd have to get over it! However his father spoke up before she got the chance. Calling from the other room, he mainly began correcting his son on everything that he had gotten wrong in his previous sentence. This caused Riley to smirk, she soon stopped though, when the older male told them to do the dishes. She watched as Courson conceded and put the milk on the counter. Giving a sigh, she pushed the cereal box next to it as well. There was a moment of tense filled silence, as they both waited to see who might do the dishes first. Riley was thinking the same as him, either both of them do it or they stand and wait for the other to give in. With these two, the second option could last forever and so Riley gave a defeated moan, dragging herself to the sink. I'll wash... you dry... she mumbled in a bitter tone. At least if she washed, than she would know that the dishes were in fact clean and not rushed through with pieces of food still left on them, like most teenage boys tended to do.
Thread: Boiling Point (NiahxRook10

Courson grunted in response and went about getting a clean towel while the sink filled. It was narrow for two people and the bumped elbows and shoulders quite a bit. After more than one flick of soap bubbles and dirty looks the dishes were all done. Deciding he was no longer hungry, Courson walked out of the kitchen into the empty living room, leaving the milk out on the counter. He sat in the middle of the couch and changed the TV to a replay of last week's football game with added highlights and commentary.
Thread: Boiling Point (NiahxRook10

The tension could be cut with a knife, as the two teenagers began the arduous task of doing the dishes. There was bumping and shoving, with water attacks occurring with every other plate and bowl that got passed over. She glanced to Courson every now and again, a look of disdain matched by his own. After what seemed like far too long, they were finally done. Courson then skulked off like a miserable child and Riley simply tutted. She poured herself a bowl of cereal and then put both the cereal box and milk away. The young woman then carried her bowl into the living, but stopped in her tracks when she saw that Courson was watching football. Ugh! She groaned, Riley couldn't stand sports. Determined to eat her food as quickly as possible, she took a seat on the other end of the room, in the matching chair. Dipping her spoon into the bowl, the cereal crunched loudly as she guided it into her mouth.
Thread: Boiling Point (NiahxRook10

The crunching was terribly annoying and was made even more so by the fact that Riley was doing it deliberately. Looking around to make sure nobody was in ear shot he said to Riley in a low tone. Ya know maybe if you were as good at sucking dick as you were at being a pain in the ass you'd have a boyfriend by now. He instantly resumed watching football but kept an eye on Riley lest she throw the bowl at him. He could get away with snide remarks as long as nobody heard him since Riley could never prove he said anything at all it was her word against his and that usually ended with the you're family, you should love eachother speech but no real consequences.
Thread: Boiling Point (NiahxRook10

Riley scowled at him, he was such a prick and a daddy's boy to boot. Any time that she tried to complain about the disgusting things he said, it just got brushed under the carpet because she had no proof. So lately she just had to give back as good as she got. She stuck her middle finger up to him, before swallowing what was in her mouth. With all the cock you suck you'll have start giving me lessons. She hissed back. Actually no... scratch that, I don't want lessons from you. If you were actually any good in bed you'd be outside having an actual social life, instead of in here bothering me. You probably can't even get it up. Riley then finished off her cereal before standing up and beginning to walk past the sofa. She stopped and took one last look to make sure that no adult was listening. Enjoy your sports, limp dick. She added finally in a hushed tone.
Thread: Boiling Point (NiahxRook10

That bitch. He was about to fire back but she had walked too far away for him to say anything at a safe volume and for her to hear it. Cunt he muttered and continued watching sports. The next few hours were uneventful. Courson avoided Riley where he could be inevitably had to deal with her again at dinner time. Mom and Dad insisted that everyone sit at the table during dinner, no TV, no nothing. Just the four of them. Mom and Dad on opposite ends, Riley and Courson across from one another. If there was a hell, Courson was pretty sure it was this but instead of Mom and Dad there were just more Rileys. About half way through dinner Dad put down his fork and said, Well kids, your mother and I have something exciting to tell you. Courson looked up and was hoping the words 'third car' were about to come out of his mouth.
Thread: Boiling Point (NiahxRook10

For Riley, the rest of the day was spent mostly in her room. It was the only place where she could guarantee that Courson wouldn't bother her. To her disappointment, dinner arrived far too quickly. It honestly felt like she had only dealt with his shit barely moments ago. Now she had to sit opposite him and suffer through another meal? Dinner times in this household were excruciating. Courson and Riley generally sat in silence, planning each other's downfalls. Whilst the two parents seemed either oblivious or just not bothered by how uncomfortable their children were. Riley didn't make eye contact with the male throughout the entire meal and just as she thought that nothing eventful was about to occur, Courson's father spoke up. Riley glanced over to him and he gave an excited nod to her mother, signalling that she should tell them. Riley's mother began to smile happily. Well, you two know that we couldn't really afford to go on a honeymoon after we got married. She told them both. Well... this Friday, me and your father will be travelling abroad to finally celebrate it! She gave a slight squeal of excitement. Riley, who had been chewing on a piece of potato almost coughed it out. It's not that she wasn't happy for her mother, she was and she deserved a honeymoon, didn't every bride? However if they were going on their honeymoon this Friday. That meant that they expected her to look after the house with... Riley's eyes glanced over to Courson. 'Holy shit... kill me now.'
Thread: Boiling Point (NiahxRook10

Wow guys that's awesome! Courson said with a smile and everybody did a double take. His father was sure something was gonna come up about Courson and Riley having to watch the house together. Maybe his son was just growing up. Courson just ate another piece of pork chop and chewed. He saw the look Riley was giving him and just raised his eyebrows slightly then glared. He moved his index finger from side to side a bit trying to tell her to let it go. He already had a plan. So how are you guys getting to the airport? You gonna pay to have the car parked there or what? He asked
Thread: Boiling Point (NiahxRook10

Riley couldn't help but scowl slightly as Courson pretended that he actually gave a damn. The guy was so manipulative that it made her skin crawl. He was clearly up to something, however as usual the parents were non the wiser. She looked to his finger that was waggling at her and had to fight down the urge to tell him to go screw himself. Whatever he thought that brown nosing would achieve, she hoped that he would be left feeling bitterly disappointed. Unable to watch his smug little face anymore, Riley turned her attention back to her mother. I'm happy for you mum. Her tone wasn't over excited or enthusiastic, but she still meant what she said. Thank you sweetie and no Courson, the car will be staying here. We'll be getting a taxi to the airport. The adults looked to the teenagers, still somewhat surprised at how well this was going down. Now just to be clear, whilst we're away it will be both of your responsibilities to look after the house. Keep it clean, tidy, keep the cars filled up with gas. Both of you, you understand? Her mother repeated, worried that it wasn't sinking in. Riley nodded in response.
Thread: Boiling Point (NiahxRook10

Of course. As if Riley could handle looking after the house herself. Courson scoffed. This was much more in character and lessend suspicion around the table. Also he got to pick on Riley. It was a win win! With both the cars staying it was perfect! Even Riley couldn't argue with him about it, this was fool proof. He just had to make it till Friday.
Thread: Boiling Point (NiahxRook10

Now that's enough of that, you two need to get along whilst we're away as well. Even though her mother was standing up for her, Riley could still tell that Courson's insults actually relaxed the adults to a degree. Almost as if he couldn't possibly be up to something as long as he was being mean to Riley. For fuck sake, couldn't he being doing both ? As much as she liked to think that he was a moron and barely capable of multitasking. She was pretty damn sure that he was able to be annoying as hell to her and still being planning something on the side. Riley wasn't convinced and didn't trust him as far as she could throw him. However she left it for now and finished off her meal. Once dinner was over, the parents adjourned to their bedroom to begin packing and asked the teenagers to clear the table. The moment Riley knew that the adults couldn't hear her, she confronted Courson. She was cleaning one side of the table and he was cleaning the other. So she leaned over slightly and said in a whisper. I don't know what the hell you're planning, but I know you're up to something.
Thread: Boiling Point (NiahxRook10

Courson leaned across the table and met Riley's gaze. I'm gonna talk real slow so you can understand me ok? He said with a demeaning tone but then reverted to his normal voice. Mom and Dad are gonna be gone for almost two weeks right? How are they gonna know which of us is where? As soon as they are on the plane and gone I'm gonna take the truck and take my own little vacation. Away from you. He pointed at her and the smuggest tone he could muster, almost laughing at the end. And before you bitch to me about who gets the car remember that they are taxiing out there so the SUV will still be here for you and you get the whole house to yourself, the TV, the bathroom, the fucking cereal. Just pretend like I'm at the store or something each time they call the house or that I'm in the shower or some shit. He picked up the last of the dishes and walked them into the kitchen.
Thread: Boiling Point (NiahxRook10

They locked eyes and Courson instantly began with a wave of condescension and sarcasm. Don't be a twat Riley cut him off. She wasn't in the mood to hear him act all superior. She just wanted to know what he was doing so that she could leave! Luckily she didn't have to wait long to hear it, as he explained that he planned to ditch this place the moment that the adults were out of the door. Riley slapped away the finger that he pointed at her. Although she liked his plan, anything that got him away from her was a good thing, she still wanted to punch him in the face. That smug expression of his was beyond irritating! It was made worse when he suddenly reminded her that there were two cars. As if she was a fucking idiot, who hadn't been listening when her mother had said that they were leaving their car behind. God he was such patronizing dick! Then he ended with telling her to cover for him. Riley followed him into the kitchen and threw away the rubbish into the trashcan. Fine, the less I see of you the better. Try not to let the door hit your ass on the way out. Wouldn't want to damage anything that your boyfriends might miss. With that she left the kitchen and headed back upstairs.
Thread: Boiling Point (NiahxRook10

You're just jealous cuz they prefer mine to yours! He called after her. He did a half ass job cleaning out the dishes and left them to dry. Then Courson went up to his room and closed the door. He'd flip through some magazines for a few minutes then lay down and went to bed.
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Thread: An Improper Summoning (Translucentfeathers & Demonic Desires)

It was finished, with the final words of the summoning having left her lips, Gwyneth lifted her head, glancing around the empty room in the basement of her parents home. The black candles laced with willing blood, the runes and symbols written in white chalk on the dark hardwood floor, criss crossing in patterns around the summoning circle she cast from. She was grateful her parents were gone for the summer, staying with family in another province at least a days drive in some vacational retreat for the next month. It left the empty house vacant for her use in the meantime. She wasn't normally the type for the darker side of the arts, but one could only be pushed so far before being thrust over the edge of rational logic. Gwyn normally was peaceful, more of a quiet presence in her university studies, choosing a solitary existence...but there were those who enjoyed tormenting her. From sealing her dorm room door shut on the days of finals, leaving her scrambling out of a second story window, throwing her laundry at the communal wash and press room out into the road when she wasn't looking to more sinister things revolving around her returning home at night with a bloody lip, black eye and cracked ribs. She wasn't sure what had printed the target on her back but she hoped...she hoped perhaps summoning a demon, a lower level one, might give her some protection and even vengence if she was lucky. It was highly taboo, using the arts to summon a creature from another realm, but not necessarily illegal. To do so was dangerous, the wrong rune, a mispronounced word, the slightest misstep could lead to disaster. She was trying to summon one of the weaker demons focuing around basic human instinct like rage or jealousy, hoping it would be easier to bind and use to her will. Some were even willing to strike a bargain, though their terms were very rarely worth the deal. Gwyn glanced down at her hand, the slash across her palm had stopped bleeding. Using her own blood was the only way to ensure the creature would be bound to her...if she had done things properly. She rose from her knees inside of the small protective circle she had cast around herself. It would keep out anything small, and fueled by anger...and hopefully that was all she had summoned. So it was there she waited, shifting uneasily on her feet in the dark candlelit room, eyes remaining focused on the summoning circle where the creature she had summoned was ro appear.