|
Post by Monday on Jul 23, 2006 23:11:09 GMT -5
Max slowly walked back to his uncles house. It's not that he disliked his uncle, but he barely new the guy. Sure he had met him once when he was very young, but that was pretty much the extent of it. It's hard to keep in touch with people when you're half way across the world. Which, ironically, is the very reason he was here now. Since he was five, Matt had never lived in one place for more than a couple of months. His parents weren't the settling down type. They were more of the travel-all-over-the-world-despite-the-fact-that-they're-supposed-to-be-raising-a-child type. He loved his parents, but he wanted to actually live somewhere for once, and as soon as he turned eighteen, he told them that. Some way or another his long lost uncle had gotten wind of this, and now here he was, working for the second richest man in the state. Ironically the first richest also lived in this town, but he didn't know much about that. "I'm home." he yelled out, as we walked in the immensely huge mansion he was now living in. Talk about a change in lifestyle.
|
|
|
Post by Thursday on Jul 24, 2006 13:47:33 GMT -5
Travis jumped up from his desk and raced out to the foyer. "Max, my boy! Here you are at last!" he said giving him a brief hug and shaking his hand. "Now let me look at you! You look just like your father! Come sit down! Tell me about your flight. I expected you hours ago." Travis said leading him to a small sitting room off the hallway.
|
|
|
Post by Monday on Jul 24, 2006 23:08:37 GMT -5
"Well the flight went fine. I got here really early this morning and got a taxi to drop my stuff off, then went to take a look around town. I would have called, but i didn't want to wake you or anything." said Max as he was led to another lavishly decorated room in the house.
|
|
|
Post by Thursday on Jul 25, 2006 16:59:26 GMT -5
"Oh never, my boy. I'm up at the crack of dawn. Do you like the town so far?" Travis asked sitting down on a leather sofa.
|
|
|
Post by Thursday on Jul 27, 2006 23:43:18 GMT -5
Cammie had still been thinking about her conversation with the mysterious Max as she walked with Duke to the chair and was still in a daze until the needle hit her skin. Then she screamed bloodly murder. Half an hour later she walked out a bright pink star on her hip, her badge of courage. She felt alive. This was the ultimate form of rebellion for her. Freedom from her father and that life which she would have to return to. She grinned a little as she walked home thinking about Max and what he would think of it if she ever saw him again.
|
|
|
Post by Monday on Jul 28, 2006 13:23:08 GMT -5
Max smiled a bit nervously. He didn't remember his uncle being so nice before. "Yah, it's really nice."
|
|
|
Post by Monday on Jul 28, 2006 13:29:42 GMT -5
"Glad to hear it, Maxie. Why don't you go rest up before dinner. I'm sure you're jet-lagged. I'll see you later," Travis told his nephew then retreated back to his office. He had some thinking to do.
|
|
|
Post by Monday on Jul 29, 2006 12:30:35 GMT -5
"Bye." Max said as his uncle left. He went up to his room and flopped down on the bed. He really was tired, and before he new it, he was fast asleep. He had a the weirdest dream. He was walking down the streat when he saw the girl from the tattoo parlor. But before he could even say hello, she turned into his uncle...
|
|
|
Post by Thursday on Aug 5, 2006 20:38:44 GMT -5
The next morning Cammie woke to a burning sensation in her hip. She hissed loudly. A white gauze covered the bright star so if anyone saw it she could claim she had scraped it. She flopped back on her pillows. The night before she had felt so alive, so certain, so...free. But now in the bright morning light everything else seemed like a dream. Who was she kidding? How could she change now? Now she was marked forever. She hopped out of her giant king sized bed and over to her closet where opened the door to a full length mirror. She took in her tousled curls and white tank and boxer shorts she wore to bed. She lifted the edge of the shirt and ripped of the white bandage. It was still there. A pink star. Cammie sighed. Even if her father never noticed it, it was still there, forever. It was her hope for a new start. She rummaged around in the racks of clothes and pulled out a conservative blue knee length skirt and a plain white button up tee. Much different from last night's torn jeans and spaghetti strap top.
|
|
|
Post by Monday on Aug 5, 2006 21:19:29 GMT -5
Max woke up from his dream and stared about his room grogily. He slid his hand through his hair and slowly got out of bed. it was already ten and he had things to do today. he headed into the bathroom to take a quick shower.
|
|
|
Post by Monday on Aug 6, 2006 14:09:04 GMT -5
Cammie walked downstairs to the dining room where a long rectangular table was set for two. One at either end. her father was already seated at one end, reading a paper and drinking coffee. "Morning dad," Cammie said as she sat down.
|
|
|
Post by Monday on Aug 13, 2006 22:34:50 GMT -5
"Morning." said Mr. Carter, not taking his eyes of his morning paper. In front of him sat his black coffee. He only had a few minuetes for breakfast then it was off to work till he got off at nine. He put his entire life into his buiness, and it had payed off. He was now the richest man in all of the city, and damn proud of it.
|
|
|
Post by Thursday on Aug 13, 2006 22:54:16 GMT -5
Travis Thompson sat at the small breakfast nook just off the kitchen. He was sipping a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice and nibbling at a bagel. Nothing else. Truth be told, Travis had a lot on his mind. It was this very morning that he decided to set his plan in motion. Max hasd no reason to not help him and if he did...Travis Thompson had ways of persuading people.
|
|
|
Post by Thursday on Aug 13, 2006 22:59:35 GMT -5
Cammie tried to not let her father's behavior bother her. But it did. Terribly. He was always working and on the rare moment she found him home he was either "too busy" or hanging out with his latest flavor of the month. Usually some blonde bimbo with breasts the size of basketballs.
|
|
|
Post by Monday on Aug 14, 2006 6:40:31 GMT -5
Max strolled downstairs his hair still a little wet. He poured himself a bowl of cerial and sat down near his uncle by the breakfast nook. "Mornin' " he said in between chews.
|
|