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The day of the funeral was absolutely dreary, the sky was a sickly gray, and the ongoing drizzle made the ground soggy and spongy. If one were to stand in place too long, then their shoes would most likely sink into the earth and be thoroughly covered in mud. Instead of having a ceremony at a funeral home or a graveyard, it was held at their lovely childhood home. A large villa, the basecoat was a warm cream color with brick red accents and roofing. In the backyard was a beautiful in-ground pool the former children hadn’t used in years, and the sleek lounge chair set surrounding it hadn’t been touched in months. Even the warm appearance of their home couldn’t lighten the mood of today, in fact, it only brought back more painful memories.
The siblings hadn’t seen each other in quite some time, the stresses of life seemed to pull them apart. But now they were together again, in the most depressing way possible as well. Most of the day consisted of sharing each other favorite memories of their mother, a couple episodes of sobbing, and trying to drown their sorrows with hard liquor in the sitting room. The priest had left around 12:30, leaving behind her heirs to stare longingly at the navy blue vase in which her ashes had been stored.
Now it was 5 o’ clock, and one of the older siblings concluded it was time to wrap things up and get this dreadful day over with. The last thing to do was to spread her ashes beneath the willow tree out in the backyard, her favorite place to sit and read in the afternoon. They had all reluctantly trudged outside with their umbrellas, trying to be mindful of where they stepped, not wanting to dirty their apparel too much. A circle soon formed around the willow tree, a few moments of silence passing before Samson had broken it.
“Mother was such a kind soul, full of joy and life. I always admired that when no matter how bad things would get she would always find a way to be optimistic about it.” His voice was steady and calm, not all choked or shaky like most people at a funeral.
“You will always remain in our memory, till the day we part this earth to be with you once more.” And with that, he glanced at his other siblings before gingerly removing the lid to the cremation vase, tipping it and slowly pouring her ashes onto the base of the trunk of the willow tree. Once his task was completed, he placed the lid on the empty vase and set it down on the muddied ground.
Once he had risen up and straightened his posture, Samson cleared his throat, keeping the same dull expression he normally held. “Now, I believe we should get down to buisness...I think you all will quite enjoy the idea of my latest endeavor. While mother was in the hospital and I was house sitting, I did a bit of...remodeling. There is something I would like to introduce to my dear siblings.”
The siblings hadn’t seen each other in quite some time, the stresses of life seemed to pull them apart. But now they were together again, in the most depressing way possible as well. Most of the day consisted of sharing each other favorite memories of their mother, a couple episodes of sobbing, and trying to drown their sorrows with hard liquor in the sitting room. The priest had left around 12:30, leaving behind her heirs to stare longingly at the navy blue vase in which her ashes had been stored.
Now it was 5 o’ clock, and one of the older siblings concluded it was time to wrap things up and get this dreadful day over with. The last thing to do was to spread her ashes beneath the willow tree out in the backyard, her favorite place to sit and read in the afternoon. They had all reluctantly trudged outside with their umbrellas, trying to be mindful of where they stepped, not wanting to dirty their apparel too much. A circle soon formed around the willow tree, a few moments of silence passing before Samson had broken it.
“Mother was such a kind soul, full of joy and life. I always admired that when no matter how bad things would get she would always find a way to be optimistic about it.” His voice was steady and calm, not all choked or shaky like most people at a funeral.
“You will always remain in our memory, till the day we part this earth to be with you once more.” And with that, he glanced at his other siblings before gingerly removing the lid to the cremation vase, tipping it and slowly pouring her ashes onto the base of the trunk of the willow tree. Once his task was completed, he placed the lid on the empty vase and set it down on the muddied ground.
Once he had risen up and straightened his posture, Samson cleared his throat, keeping the same dull expression he normally held. “Now, I believe we should get down to buisness...I think you all will quite enjoy the idea of my latest endeavor. While mother was in the hospital and I was house sitting, I did a bit of...remodeling. There is something I would like to introduce to my dear siblings.”
Northless
Alive? Alive.
"Always scheming behind our backs, aren't you?" Catherine mocked, but with true affection in her voice. For much of a face-saver as she was, they all have always shared a special kind of comfortableness, and she just couldn't resist the joke. It was like no time had passed between them at all, and Samson was on the living room with a new perfectly devised plan on how to sneak food into Miss Gales' class.
Just that mother wasn't there anymore.
She wiped some tears away and walked towards him, stopping at a distance she knew he'll find comfortable. "Sorry, Samson. Don't mind me. What have you been working on, little brat?"
Just that mother wasn't there anymore.
She wiped some tears away and walked towards him, stopping at a distance she knew he'll find comfortable. "Sorry, Samson. Don't mind me. What have you been working on, little brat?"
EccentricFantasy
The mind is a fearsome thing, don't tread on it.
Jason was sitting in a chair, simply looking at the urn. It seemed so wrong. Their mother was the only real reason he had to be a good person. She taught him to fight for the betterment of the people he loved. What do you do when the very thing taking away someone you love isn't something you can fight? He didn't understand much, but fighting was something he knew well, and not being able to beat what was hurting him was something that has never happened before. Where this a person who made all his siblings cry, they would already be in a bloody mess. After wiping away a stray tear he pet the heads of his dogs who were sitting on either side of him. They were his comfort when he was away from family.
Upon hearing Samson's words his eyes turned to his adoptive brother. With a sad chuckle he stood and wiped away a few more tears "Really Samson? Planning something while mom was in the hospital? If you were talking to anyone other than us they would call you an emotionless narcissist." He walked over and put a hand on his brothers shoulder "Whatever it is, you already know I am in. Just make sure I can work out some of this sadness with some...…...ill placed violence." He then made his way towards the kitchen. He slowed and stopped long enough to give Catherine a hug and kiss her forehead. He then let her go as he made his way to the kitchen of his childhood home.
In kitchen he poured himself some much needed booze. He wasn't a huge drinker, but this just seemed like a good time to drink. He sighed as he finished off a glass. If mom saw him she would gripe his ear off. Telling him that as a fighter he needed to stop anything that could affect his health. He chuckled at the thought and felt better. She wasn't really gone. She was still here. She was with them in the lesson's she taught them. After thinking about that for a while he smiled, feeling much better. He stepped back into the living room and looked at Samson "Can you just tell us already. Some of us have scheduled......issues to handle." He was actually talking about himself. He had a local dog fight to break up with lots of fists and well, violence. Just pure violence. He did this often, so he was not shy about telling his siblings about it.
Upon hearing Samson's words his eyes turned to his adoptive brother. With a sad chuckle he stood and wiped away a few more tears "Really Samson? Planning something while mom was in the hospital? If you were talking to anyone other than us they would call you an emotionless narcissist." He walked over and put a hand on his brothers shoulder "Whatever it is, you already know I am in. Just make sure I can work out some of this sadness with some...…...ill placed violence." He then made his way towards the kitchen. He slowed and stopped long enough to give Catherine a hug and kiss her forehead. He then let her go as he made his way to the kitchen of his childhood home.
In kitchen he poured himself some much needed booze. He wasn't a huge drinker, but this just seemed like a good time to drink. He sighed as he finished off a glass. If mom saw him she would gripe his ear off. Telling him that as a fighter he needed to stop anything that could affect his health. He chuckled at the thought and felt better. She wasn't really gone. She was still here. She was with them in the lesson's she taught them. After thinking about that for a while he smiled, feeling much better. He stepped back into the living room and looked at Samson "Can you just tell us already. Some of us have scheduled......issues to handle." He was actually talking about himself. He had a local dog fight to break up with lots of fists and well, violence. Just pure violence. He did this often, so he was not shy about telling his siblings about it.
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“After all these years, you two still know the real me.” Samson chuckled a bit to himself, resting his hand beneath his chin, supporting his head slightly. “As for my little scheme, I’ve remolded the entire basement floors. I also added a third floor. The new improvements should be able to accommodate our new ‘guests’ quite nicely. In fact, they’ve already settled in.”
The young man lowered his eyes slightly, a satisfied smile crossing his pale face. He strode over towards the signature birch wood door that lead towards the basement, setting a hand on the knob and twisted it open. “During my free time I decided to come up with a plan, one to start a crime ring. You know? A gang. But not just some band of hoodlums scrounging the streets, a fully organized operation. Only the best of the best, the absolute elite.” Samson continued on in his explanation, he often did this when he wanted to express his ideas of projects.
“Now, how would this benefit us? Simple, money. Although our careers may provide us with plenty of cash, what will happen after we fall out of the popularity of the people? We hit rock bottom. This is simply to serve as a means of guaranteed income.” He had finally finished his little speech. Samson directed his arm towards the basement, palm facing up. “Who would like to greet our new friends first?”
The young man lowered his eyes slightly, a satisfied smile crossing his pale face. He strode over towards the signature birch wood door that lead towards the basement, setting a hand on the knob and twisted it open. “During my free time I decided to come up with a plan, one to start a crime ring. You know? A gang. But not just some band of hoodlums scrounging the streets, a fully organized operation. Only the best of the best, the absolute elite.” Samson continued on in his explanation, he often did this when he wanted to express his ideas of projects.
“Now, how would this benefit us? Simple, money. Although our careers may provide us with plenty of cash, what will happen after we fall out of the popularity of the people? We hit rock bottom. This is simply to serve as a means of guaranteed income.” He had finally finished his little speech. Samson directed his arm towards the basement, palm facing up. “Who would like to greet our new friends first?”
Maeve Valor
The Piratess Captain
Down in the basement among one of the aforementioned "friends" was their new secretary who looked like your stereotypical assistant: a pencil skirt, prescription glasses, and hair put up in a ponytail. She sat down on a wooden chair that looked quite uncomfortable but she didn't seem to mind as she stared down at the small tablet on her lap, occasionally typing up a few things. She was aware with her surroundings and the people in the same room as her, but she wasn't the type of person to start up casual conversation. Instead, she was going over the financial statements given to her, looking into setting a reasonably good revenue goal when it comes to started off this new business.
You would not be able to guess it from just looking at her, but she was actually excited about this new position. Upon being hired she eagerly asked about the other owners and who they were. She did her research on each of them so that they could skip introducing themselves if they so chose to. As of this moment she was not sure if they were the 'Let's get down to business' type of people or if they liked to get to know the people working for them first hand. Either way, it didn't matter to Celia, she was just happy to have scored this job.
You would not be able to guess it from just looking at her, but she was actually excited about this new position. Upon being hired she eagerly asked about the other owners and who they were. She did her research on each of them so that they could skip introducing themselves if they so chose to. As of this moment she was not sure if they were the 'Let's get down to business' type of people or if they liked to get to know the people working for them first hand. Either way, it didn't matter to Celia, she was just happy to have scored this job.
Seasoned_Brisket
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EccentricFantasy
The mind is a fearsome thing, don't tread on it.
Seasoned_Brisket
Jason stopped in his tracks towards the basement. He turned his head and looked at Asher. He then sighed "Look Asher, I understand we all may have had our issues growing up. It seemed like it was the adopted siblings against the biological siblings. However, you have to know I would fight someone for you just as fast as I would for Catherine and Samson." He stepped back and leaned down so he was looking right in Asher's eyes "You know family is my everything, but if you turn on family, your worse than scum. Not to mention you would be on my shit list. Now, you have seen me fight people who have messed with us. Do you really want to be on my shit list?" He gave a look of pure bloodlust for a few seconds, but he eventually smiled and pat Asher's cheek a few times before turning and heading to the basement like he planned to. He turned and gave a small whisper. Immediately Hopsin and Misty trot to his side. He opened the door and walked downstairs with little care for what people said or what his siblings thought.
FireMaiden
Maeve Valor
As he made his way downstairs he made note of everything he noticed was different. He noticed the lights were better and it was all furnished. He looked and noticed thousands of dollars being counted, weapons being wiped clean and even drugs. With a chuckle he stepped forward with Hopsin and Misty at his feet. He noticed a few plants being grown in a separated room. From his experience he recognized it as Poppy, the plant used to make opium. Just as good at getting you high as hard drugs, but technically not illegal to own. It was a smart choice on Samson's part. Upon searching for a few more seconds he noticed two people. One behind the money counter with a tablet. She didn't seem like she was too social, so he ignored her. Then his eyes fell on a rather beautiful woman. Something about her was familiar. He stepped closer and looked closely at her "Excuse me, would you happen to be April? I think I saved your dog from a few dog fighters last week?" He leaned down and pet his dogs who were all too happy to lick him as he waited for her answer. He was almost certain it was her. She even gave him her number, but due to certain......family situations he never got to use it.
FireMaiden
Grade A Bitch
April DavisIneraction:
EccentricFantasy
Mentioned: Everyone else kinda
Today had not been what she had expected, byt expectations should be let go now that she was headed into a new life of uncertainty yeah? April, if she was honest with herself, didn't know how she felt abou this whole crime thing. She was desperate, sure, three months late on rent, behind on her bills, and struggling ever since she got fired doinh odd jobs and babysitting for the families in her building, but April still never through she would fall this low. She was uncomfortable, as her eyes wandered from the various opperations gling on in that basement, she unintentionally stuck near another woman focused on a tablet who was hopefully just in a very intense game of Candy Crush. Everyone could probably tell she was uncomfortable, she was young, out of her element, without her trusty dog she was asked to leave outside with some random guy she hoped would take good care of Chyna. April didn't have many good things in life, but that dog was one of them. April would feel a little better about this maybe with Chyna here, but, she wasn't going to fight her new employers before her job is technically secure.
Speaking of her new employers, while she was making a bit if idle conversation with someone who asked her to hold something while they did something to it, a few people started walking downstairs. Most notably, a man she recognized immediately, and who she owed a great deal to. He approached her after a few moments of looking around, asking her if she was April Davis. "I am, yeah," She answered with a nod, reaching up to brush some stray hair behind her ear, "I seriously can't thank you enough for what you did, it made me sick to be there, and I honestly don't think Chyna would have made it out of there alive if not for you." Her dog had been stolen, and then used a prop to try and get money from April. She couldn't pay, and Chyna was gonna be used as a bait dog. If not for Jason, both April and Chyna might not have made it.
Northless
Alive? Alive.
Catherine straightened her back and clapped her hands once. "Hello there, absolute elite, best of the best." She could feel her brother's glare burning her neck, and smiled mischievously. Oh, no way Jason would play the charmer's card if she could help it. The tentation to ruin the moment was too great.
She locked eyes with everyone in the room and smiled, talking with her practiced business but approachable voice. "Catherine Jones, actress. Just to confirm, we're all here for Samson's book club, right?" A few snorts was enough for her to continue. "Of course. Anyone wants to introduce themselves? And please, don't mind Jason's pets, they're angels."
She locked eyes with everyone in the room and smiled, talking with her practiced business but approachable voice. "Catherine Jones, actress. Just to confirm, we're all here for Samson's book club, right?" A few snorts was enough for her to continue. "Of course. Anyone wants to introduce themselves? And please, don't mind Jason's pets, they're angels."
EccentricFantasy
The mind is a fearsome thing, don't tread on it.
Jason stopped petting his dogs and sighed upon hearing his dear sisters voice. He knew exactly what she was up to. He stands and turns his head to hear "My dear sister, I spent most of my life beating up your asshole boyfriends. Don't mess up my flirting with a cute girl because your my older sister. Also, you might be an actress, but most directors only want you because your eye candy to a few million men who can't leave their mothers basement." He chuckled as he kissed her head. Before he backed away he whispered to her "Try all you want, but I am MUCH more charming than you want to think." He backed away and looked at his sister "Not to mention I am one of the most dangerous unarmed men in the world. Let's not pretend you have anything to hold over me." He winks at her and turns back to April.
He stepped a little closer to April and smiles "Forgive Catherine. She has resting protective sister disease." He then crossed his arms and looked her over for a few seconds. After he was done he looked in her eyes "Why are you here anyway? Me and mine seem a bit rough for a beautiful girl like you. Do you need money that badly? Cause I think there would be a few less...….illegal ways to do that." He stood silently as he waited for her answer. Hopsin and Misty laying at his feet.
FireMaiden
Northless
He stepped a little closer to April and smiles "Forgive Catherine. She has resting protective sister disease." He then crossed his arms and looked her over for a few seconds. After he was done he looked in her eyes "Why are you here anyway? Me and mine seem a bit rough for a beautiful girl like you. Do you need money that badly? Cause I think there would be a few less...….illegal ways to do that." He stood silently as he waited for her answer. Hopsin and Misty laying at his feet.
FireMaiden
Northless
Maeve Valor
The Piratess Captain
Celia from the corner of her eye noticed the girl next to her. She kept on fidgeting so she gathered she was not comfortable in this crowd. She momentarily stopped just in time to see the owners of the establishment begin to file in. She looked back down at her tablet to finish up what she was currently working on and then closed it to stand up and greet. As she did so she noticed one of them make their way to the said uncomfortable girl from before to obviously flirt with her. Celia really couldn't judge him because well, he was one of the owners, he could do almost whatever the hell he wanted and she understood that. As one of the others joined into the conversation, Celia patiently awaited with her tablet tucked under an arm until they were done, not wanting to be reprimanded for possibly interrupting.
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FireMaiden
Grade A Bitch
April DavisIneraction:
EccentricFantasy
Northless
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Before Jason could answer, one of the woman who had walked down with him spoke up. Announcing she was an actress, like that automaticly made her important, but okay. "I have no idea who you are," April muttered quietly, masking it with a cough. And she didn't, it wasn't like this woman was Gal Gadot, Cate Blanchet, or Jennifer Aniston. Or a Hemsworth, she would be impressed if one of the Hemsworth's had walked downstairs, or any of the Chris', which includes a Hemsworth, but you know, over lapping is expected. However, she cleared her throat to grab attention. "I'm April Davis, introduction over." She flashed a quick, somewhat awkward smile, before Jason was able to continue their conversation. "You know flattery only gets you so far?" She asked with a chuckle, before she shruged and sighed, "Times are rough, life sucks, and I dont have any other choice. I already did what i had to to prove im not a snitch and at least have potential, and if im not cut out for it..." She trailed off, "I dont know, girls on the internet make a lot of moeny, I could give that go. It's nothing to worry about though, I'm not in to much danger right now, and Chyna is okay. She's actually upstairs by the way, nobody would let me bring her down here. Maybe its the MWD thing?"
“Now, now, let’s all try to settle down.” Samson amusingly called towards his siblings, a small smile gracing his thin lips. Well, the plan was going quite swimmingly so far. All he needed now was cooperation and support from his childhood companions. “Good evening, Ms. Celia. Should I order Greek or Italian for dinner tonight?” He rested his elbow on her desk.
Samson at least had some knowledge of those he hired, and had meet with them before for interviews. But they were nothing more than acquaintances to him. Over the past few nights, he had been providing them with more than enough food from local eateries. After all, if you keep your workers happy and comfortable, they will work more efficiently.
“Oh, Good evening to you as well, Ms. April. I do hope you’re enjoying your employment so far.”
Samson at least had some knowledge of those he hired, and had meet with them before for interviews. But they were nothing more than acquaintances to him. Over the past few nights, he had been providing them with more than enough food from local eateries. After all, if you keep your workers happy and comfortable, they will work more efficiently.
“Oh, Good evening to you as well, Ms. April. I do hope you’re enjoying your employment so far.”
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