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Thread: The Artificial Sweetener of Life

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Thread: The Artificial Sweetener of Life

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Thread: Say Uncle (Kadavro & Yep)

The setting sun in the rearview mirror only served to remind Tucker Lee Johnson of how long he had been in the car. What started out as a ride with a smile on his face and a horrible tune to the songs that came on his iPod, hooked up to the upgraded radio, transitioned to a quiet drive with an exhausted frown since about three hours ago. He was used to the trip to his uncle's house thanks to the yearly visits his family made--usually just his mom and sister, with his dad tagging along only half of the time--but this was his first time driving the entire eight hours from Illinois alone. No one came with him since this was, after all, not going to be some two-week-long visit. After receiving a deferred admission, he was able to spend that year after his high school graduation scrounging up money for college down in Chattanooga, and his uncle was nice enough to allow him to stay at his place, which was in a nearby town. Fortunately, Tucker was almost at the house. Finding relief in knowing that his journey was almost done, he drove a little faster than what was permitted, and after making two more turns, he finally arrived at the address. He pulled his red '99 Pontiac Sunfire into the driveway of the two-story home and cut the ignition. The first two steps outside the car were awkward from his legs being a little stiff, but he enjoyed the chance to finally stretch them anyway. While making his way to the trunk, he removed his shades, revealing his blue hues, and clipped them to the front of his blue T-shirt. One by one he removed the few pieces of luggage he had and put the straps around his shoulders--while making sure he didn't mess up his spiked up brown hair, a style he had been wearing for a few months now, when slipping the straps around his head. Despite what people may think from first glance at his small build, the nineteen-year-old had some muscle, so he was able to support the weight of his things, not that they were too heavy, anyway. The last bag out of the trunk was the suitcase with his clothes. This he would have to roll up to the porch, which he did after closing the trunk and making sure his car was locked. Once he reached the front door, he slipped his keys into his cargo shorts pocket and rapped his knuckles on the door a few times before taking a step back. Now he waited for Uncle Mason to answer, preparing a small, worn out smile for when he would see the man's face on the other side.
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Why had he agreed to this? He hadn't seen his family in years, and all of a sudden they decided to tell him that he was hosting his nephew for the next few years, that they didn't want to bother with getting housing on campus, how he would have made Father so proud... He wasn't going to be happy about this. He had left his family behind long ago, heading to strike it off on his own and didn't look back. Why should he? Okay, maybe he did look back at times. At least tried to. He hadn't gotten visitors, though. He could hardl be expected to take a road trip for no reason since he got his job in the area a decade before. He was always on call. He got paid even when not at the dams, but that was only so they could legally have him forced to stay if there wasn't a replacement around. And here the kid came. Strange the dogs hadn't started barking yet. Getting up from the TV, he went to get on some decent clothing. Tartan shirt, clean wifebeater, beaten bluejeans, grease over a fair bit of everything... No hand me downs, just extra large clothing that he had worn and beaten into submission over the years. Bending, rumbling, small fires, spills, he gave them everything. He wasn't fat by any means, though he was fairly wide at at the arms and chest. He worked out a fair bit while repairing buildings and machines, as well as just lugging stuff around from the fields to his garage for smelting. He was shaven, though not all that well, at his hair was sandy brown, bleached from the sun through with a hair bit of grease and dirt in it. While it was a bit longer in the front, it didn't cover his neck, allowing it to redden, as well as keeping aprons from getting caught in it. He headed to the door after finishing last minute preperations, then opened to see his nephew.
Thread: Say Uncle (Kadavro & Yep)

There had been some delay between when he knocked and when his uncle answered. Combined with the fact that he was rather impatient to be able to relax after the long drive, Tucker was about to knock again, but stopped himself from raising his hand up to the door when he saw it begin to open. That smile was on his face in an instant, but it turned out to be short-lived when the awkwardness of it all quickly set in. He didn't know the man very well, after all, so standing here on his porch with all that he chose to bring with him was a little weird. Maybe he should have considered the dorms a little more, but he had decided this could turn out to be the cheaper option, and his mom told him her brother would have no problems with him staying here. After a few seconds of silence, he decided to say something Uh, hey. I--uh--made it. Yeah, that was a good start. He topped it off by offering a sheepish smile with a flash of his pearly whites. Now to cut to the chase Can I come in? It's been a long drive. His voice possessed a warmth to it--soft yet, in an odd kind of way, perhaps, a contradictory strength. It was a quality that might have suggested the ability to sing. Unfortunately, he could do no such thing. As he waited for Uncle Mason to allow him inside, Tucker glanced down at the man's attire, noticing the grease stains. Admittedly a little gross, he did often find such a dirty look attractive on most men. It suggested hard work, which just added to a guy's masculinity, in his opinion, and that was the kind of thing he went for in potential partners. It was also part of the reason he enjoyed that landscaping job he had in the summer last year. Too bad he didn't have it for long. The same guy he had the hots for turned out to be a total jackass, and after one too many passive-aggressive insults, Tucker ended up getting into a fight with him.
Thread: Say Uncle (Kadavro & Yep)

Mason gave an appraising look over his nephew. Nice smile, though it seemed forced, as if he was going an advertisement for Colgate. He sniffed, brining in wiffs of what he thought might be perfume, though might just have been bodyspray or something from his toilet bag. Of course. Masons said, reaching passed Tucker to pick up his bags before leading him inside, not paying much attention to him. Bathroom's to the right. He instructed with a sharp nod to an open door which clearly had no lock while passing a table that looked like it came from Ikea, underneath the mounted had of a buck which seemed to be showing it's skull under the badly taxidermied hide. The place seemed to have a strange mix of styles, with things either too old, too modern, or looking as if they had been hand made. The repairs weren't too shoddy, but they got overly complicated at times. Your room is going to be upstairs. If you are scared of heights we'll clear some things away for you to sleep in the den. Yahhh, have him in the den. He hoped his sister hadn't coddled him too much. The man she married seemed just as weak as her, though she made it up with her tongue and temper, things he hoped hadn't been passed down to this kid. I'll take you around town tomorrow after you have slept. Get you a library card. Teen or not, he was still a book ripper to him, and he wasn't letting him use his card. If you don't need to sleep right now I can make you something quick, but I usually only cook for one and you might not like it. Maybe the boy could cook, even if the punkish hairstyle suggested otherwise. There will be the usual rules here, so it's clear. We aren't as lax and liberal as in Loiue. No taking girls here after dark without an escort, nothing before marriage, keep away from the Greasers, and don't drink and drive. Any questions?
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Tucker opened his mouth to protest his uncle carrying his suitcase with his clothes in it, but it was too late. He was already walking away with it. Tucker frowned a little. Man pride. He already had quite a bit of it, thanks for feeling the need to counteract his rather soft-looking appearance, and it was a little more amplified around the more muscular guys. Regardless, he shrugged it off. The remaining few bags were still on his shoulders, so it wasn't like it was that big of a deal. He followed the man through the house, looking around as he did so to get a feel for the man's...odd decorative tastes not that he expected anything spectacular. When the bathroom was pointed out, he glanced at it, noting the lack of a lock, but it wasn't that big of a deal--as long as it wouldn't lead to one of those awkward situations where one barged in on the other unintentionally. As for the comment about being scared of heights, he smiled and said, Nah, the room upstairs will be fine. Tucker slightly arched a brow at the sudden mention of getting a library card. It just seemed like a random thing to suggest doing, unless the man thought he was a reader, but he wasn't. Sure, he enjoyed most of the books he read in school, but it wasn't something he did during his free time. He was going to say the card wouldn't be needed, but before he had the chance to, Uncle Mason continued speaking. Tucker just listened for now, unable to keep from smirking vaguely at the first two rules. He briefly wondered how his uncle would react if he blurted out right now that he was a fag. That probably wouldn't have been a good idea, though. It would majorly suck if he got kicked out within the first few minutes of getting here. No, no questions. At least, not yet. And something to eat would be great, but if you aren't feeling up to it, I don't mind doing it myself. I won't burn the house down. Promise. He hadn't eaten anything since early afternoon, but he didn't want the man to feel like he had to whip out a frying pan, mainly because he wasn't so sure if he wanted to try his uncle's cooking with what he told him. Then again, could someone really screw up something like a burger? Oh, and thanks for letting me stay here, Uncle Mason. If there's anything I can do to repay you, let me know. Although he hoped there wasn't anything, or at least nothing too bad. He certainly wouldn't mind getting a free ride. Tucker glanced toward the stairs as he adjusted one of the straps on his shoulder. Where upstairs is the room?
Thread: Say Uncle (Kadavro & Yep)

So far he seemed to be the quite sort, probably critiquing the decor or turning up his nose at the area. He'd just have to accept it, though. Looking into a spare room which looked like it belonged to a hoarder, with boxes of magazines and newsletters on engineering, technique guides on metalsmithing, and catalouges for tools the size of phonebooks. Getting to a room two more doors down, he opened to show a room with removed boxes obvious by the outlines in the dust. Haven't much time to get it decorated, but I'm sure you will find what you like. There was a bed and table, but not much else. He hadn't had much time over the last two days since he got the call. He didn't know if they had simply had a check bounce or if they wanted to rent out his nephew's room to make ends meet and decided to send him over there for the summer. He new very little other than that they had managed to sign lots of things giving him responsibility over the kid and he didn't want to deal with litigation that could damage his reputation. Don't worry, I'll be getting you to work until you get classes. Mason considered what he even knew about the boy. He was going to college nearby, but he didn't know what classes he was after nor why he chose this one other than to freeload off of him. He might have been thinking a bit harshly, but the kid wasn't a kid anymore. Meaning he would have lost any memories of their playing up until the boy became eight and the family moved away. He had trouble remember the name, only knowing that it was something juvenile sounding. Just say what you want and I'll see if I have stuff to make it. You're going to need a lot more calories on you. Come down when you are feeling hungry. Your bedtime is ten. He was supposed to be here to study, so if he was going to stay up it would be because he was pouring over the local or college libraries for whatever it was he was to try. And no cooking until I know you won't fill the area with gas.
Thread: Say Uncle (Kadavro & Yep)

Tucker followed Uncle Mason up the stairs, glancing into the room with the open door. He didn't get much of a glimpse, but he saw the boxes. A few steps later, they arrived at what was going to be his room and Tucker looked around, even though there wasn't much to see. It'll do. No dresser. Not a problem for now. The dust, though, would be. He wasn't a neat freak, but seeing the dust would bug him. It could be taken care of tomorrow, assuming there was time after Uncle Mason showed him around the town. I already plan on working, he replied with a smile. Earning some more money would be useful. Besides, there wasn't much else he would be able to do during the day. He didn't know anyone here, so he couldn't exactly blow off doing anything to party or hang out somewhere. And being nineteen didn't give him the option of clubbing, unless there was miraculously a gay one that permitted people under twenty-one--a fake ID certainly wouldn't work for him. Working wasn't fun, but it would keep him from becoming incredibly bored until the fall semester started. Though if his uncle planned on giving him chores, then that may have been different. Tucker wasn't used to doing anything at home other than keeping his room clean when his mom pestered him about it or doing yard work, which he usually didn't mind. Tucker glanced down at his body when Uncle Mason mentioned him needing more calories, but he looked up in time to hear his bedtime. He couldn't suppress the smile. Okay. As if he really planned on listening. He wasn't a kid. He'd go to sleep when he wanted. His uncle trying to tell him otherwise was hard to take seriously. A burger will be fine, thanks. Actually, I'll take one now. Unpacking can wait. Other than his clothes and what was in his duffel bag, there wasn't much to drag out right now. Tucker stepped over to the bed, setting his laptop case, his duffel bag, and his backpack, which mostly held school supplies he thought he was going to need. You can put the suitcase wherever, he said before turning to face his uncle.
Thread: Say Uncle (Kadavro & Yep)

At least the boy was 'planning' to work. It wouldn't do much good with a univeristy town staffed by dropouts or mills filled with experienced men. Even the more rural areas had lots of people either on welfare or working at some close knit family business. Not having had famial connections in the area and being considered a Yankee for a while hadn't helped his job prospects at first. Still, what he worked at demanded a certain level of respect. Didn't hurt that he drew checks from working for most levels of the government as a contractor. Do you have a resume? Mason asked as he dropped the cases from his hands, then grabbing Tucker's chin in his large, calloused hands as he smiled at the talk about bedtime. You have a curfew and are going to stick to it unless you first get my permission to be out. Understood? He gave a bit of a squeeze before relasing his chin and walking by him towards the stairs. You have been placed in my care and I won't have you wrecking my standing around here with any hanky panky or vandalism. There is going to be discipline. You will sign the contact to the effect that you are renting here and if you break the rules you will need to pay up. He headed down to the kitchen, wondering if he was being too harsh on the boy. It could be good to just get it all out of the way now. I have all the keys. I will give you a spare if you behave. If you abuse the trust with that, I will lock the house form inside and you will sleep in your car. Are you able to drink? He didn't mean it as a questino for letting him go out to bars or anything. He just didn't know if he was allowed alchohol by his parents. He took out a bottle of beer, putting it on the kitchen counter as he got out ground beef and proceeded to fry it. OOC Hope the chin grabbing isn't godmoding. Couldn't think of a way to have it at the end of the post.
Thread: Say Uncle (Kadavro & Yep)

It's fine. Yeah. Tucker was able to get out that single word when asked about a resume before his chin was grabbed. His eyes widened infinitesimally from not expecting it. Normally he would have found being handled this way kind of hot, but not so much when it came from a relative. He looked his uncle in the eyes, listening to him, before trying to pull away when his chin was squeezed, a scowl on his face. His expressions softened afterward, though, and he followed Uncle Mason toward the stairs. Okay, understood. I'll be home by ten. Having a curfew would suck--he thought he was done with that after senior year--but he would listen. He would have to if he wanted to avoid the consequences. They arrived at the kitchen by the time the man asked him if he was able to drink. Tucker shrugged. Kind of. Mom and Dad don't care as long as I'm not driving while drunk. Really, their words were that they didn't want him to drink, but they also said that if he was going to do it that he should at least be responsible. They probably realized it would have been difficult to stop him from getting his hands on beer, even with a curfew, not that they were much good with discipline, anyway. But I'm not much of a drinker. Only at parties. Maybe that wasn't such a good thing to say, but it had slipped from his mouth before he allowed himself to think about it. I'm more of a water person. There was pop, but that was only at fast food places and sometimes other restaurants--when he wouldn't be paying the bill. Where are your cups? The least he could do was get his drink himself. He didn't think about bottled water. He never drank it at home. Just tap, but then again, that was because they had a filter on the faucet, so it wasn't that big of a deal.
Thread: Say Uncle (Kadavro & Yep)

Kid had nice eyes, he'd give him that. Nice effect with the deer-in-the-headlights look. He briefly looked at some motor oil that had ended up on the boy's face, courtesy of a smear which he hadn't managed to completely wash off off his hands. Speaking of which, he began to wash his hands in the sink again, trying to get anything else off of it before he went further in the meal. Letting the burger sizzle some, he found some somewhat staling buns and took them out. It wasn't green or blue so it should be fine enough for him. At the water comment he got out a cup from a cabinet and filled it for him. He was unsure if he should think of him better for drinking healthy or if he was into the flavored water fads, but the cups would tip the scale in favor of healthy living. At least until he recalled the sentence before that. What sort of parties do you go to? It was only to be expected that it would all come around, back to this. Wine tastings? He wasn't against drinking. He drank a fair bit. Same as many around there. The issue was having a bunch of people who couldn't hold their liquor, armed with pimped out cars and broken condoms, making decisions that wouldeffect more than their own little lives. Maybe he should have made an exception for Tucker's girlfirend, if he had one. Give him a chance to vent his urges and not go overboard the rest of the time. Don't drink water from some of the faucets around here. He added after getting some condiments. And some of the moonshine will blind you. Never drink anything unbottled. He might have been exxagerating the severity of things a bit. It was hardly as if every single person was a hick and the infastructure was shot. He would know.
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Perhaps needless to say, Tucker was unaware of the smear on his face. It didn't occur to him that his uncle had dirty hands, and even as the man washed them, the possibility of something getting on his face still didn't occur to him. When it came to the cup of water, Tucker frowned a little. He rather would have gotten it himself. Partly because it felt like something that was too simple for someone to do for him, but also because it would have given him something to do, even if only for a few seconds. Regardless, he thanked him for the water and took a sip of it as he took to leaning against the wall, off to the side. After being in the car for so long, he didn't want to sit again too soon. A small, humorous smile curved Tucker's lips when Uncle Mason asked him if he went to wine tastings. No. Before he could say much more, his uncle warned him about the tap water. He eyed the cup in his hand warily, and at the mention of moonshine, his insides felt contaminated. He had the sudden urge to start spitting into his cup out of some weak attempt to purge himself of what little water he drank. He didn't, though. In that case, I'll buy a case tomorrow. With that, he set the cup down on the counter. Now that the fear of being blinded passed, he returned his attention to what they had been talking about before. No, I went to the typical high school parties. I guess it'll be college now, but I don't party too much anymore. Whether Uncle Mason would believe him was probably questionable, but he knew he was telling the truth. Partying became less frequent for him during his junior year. Part of it was because it got boring after a while, but it was mainly because he wanted to avoid feeling like he had to drink a lot. It was during the fall of that year when he met a guy at a party, had one too many like he normally did when he knew he could stay at a friend's place overnight so he wouldn't have to drive, and ended up having unprotected sex. After getting terrified about the possibility of having an STI--the biggest one being HIV--he didn't touch another drop of alcohol until he was sure he was clean. Even after that he made sure to keep it to a minimum--enough to loosen him up, but not enough to completely impair his judgment again. Of course, he earned a few jeers from his friends at the sudden change--they didn't know the reason behind it, after all--but he didn't care.