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Post by KELLAN ACCURSO on Nov 12, 2013 16:38:08 GMT -8
May 14, 2012 | 7:50 AM
“I can barely pick up my spoon,” said Kellan, making an irritable face at the wretched silverware. One hand held the spoon with stony fingers, and the other hand was trembling above the white tablecloth. Kellan was adamant about keeping it away from all physical contact. “Because of this daft—” he raised a hand and tried to wiggle his fingers “—burn.”
He eyed the golden flakes floating in the dip of his spoon, sagging with absorption. It was slowly looking less delectable with every tick of the grandfather clock. Kellan’s thoughts cleared with the coming of morning, but he still found it in him to act prickly at Elaine. He was the one who had decided to rip the wires free and ignite the spark that ruined his hands. But, he thought to himself, Elaine could have at least risked tripping down the stairs on her nine inch heels to see if he hadn’t killed himself. The passive-aggressiveness would continue, then. So he kept the frown. ELAINE DARZI-ACCURSO
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Post by ELAINE DARZI-ACCURSO on Nov 12, 2013 17:52:49 GMT -8
the city is at war bless the young and rich with designer drugs and designer friends The morning had not gone quite so well for her. She had gotten in trouble with her father, but she sort of expected that. It was just that this time, she hadn't quite been able to charm her way out of that. Though, no matter, she had plenty of ways to worm herself out of a tight situation. The thing that was bothering her the most was, however, that her stupid cousin was still being stubborn over that one little thing.
And even when it was mornings and these things should be long forgotten or at least forgiven. Elaine did understand to a certain extent that Kellan was mad about his hands and her lack of concern. Well, it wasn't really a lack of concern, it was lack of showing concern, even when she did show a bit near the end (he refused her, of course, the idiot).
"Do you want me to feed you?" The air certainly was... tense, if anything.
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Post by KELLAN ACCURSO on Nov 12, 2013 18:25:56 GMT -8
“That,” said Kellan, “would only serve to make me feel like an invalid.” His words were developing into tools of unerring destruction, and he was both pleased and horrified that he wasn’t troubled about it. Soon, he would come to realize that he was being the stubborn one, and he would scoot himself into the wrong, and Elaine would be able to give him hell for it later.
“But thanks for the thought.” He tried, and failed—the comment dripped with sarcasm. He was practically handing the girl ammunition with a smile. “Because while that might make me feel absolutely wonderful, I think I should learn how to eat like an invalid, anyway, because I’m not going to have the privilege of having you at my every beck and call.”
He dropped the spoon into the bowl with a plop, and watched it float around in disdain. He would hate himself later, he knew it. ELAINE DARZI-ACCURSO
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Post by ELAINE DARZI-ACCURSO on Nov 12, 2013 18:44:40 GMT -8
the city is at war bless the young and rich with designer drugs and designer friends "I didn't want to feed you anyways." Elaine was playing around with the last of bit of her cereal. As much as she wanted to leave this precarious situation, something was telling her that no, she wanted to provoke him even more. Actually, she didn't even need to try, he was doing a handsome job himself. It was almost as though he were picking a fight with her. Well, if he wanted to be that way, so be it. She'd take the bait, and go along with it. He was going to regret it, surely.
"Well, I was just trying to be helpful, goodness." That was a jab, that last statement he said, and Elaine narrowed her eyes, just a bit. "I'm sorry I can't be your own personal maid, but what would daddy think?" She smirked a little bit.
It was at this moment she really, really wanted to pick up his bowl and pour the cereal on top of his head. But she was more mature than that. She just simply went back to picking at her own cereal. "Besides, it's not like I wanted you to burn your hands raw."
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Post by KELLAN ACCURSO on Nov 12, 2013 18:56:30 GMT -8
“If it hadn’t been for me, Daddy would’ve wanted to know why you were doing porridge in his little prison.” Kellan seethed, because he could see both sides of the argument, and he refused to acknowledge the side that wouldn’t benefit him. He was beginning to feel like a pile of rat droppings, but he plowed through with a hanging head and a wounded pride, 100% self-imposed. “Maybe I should’ve just left you there. My hands would be just fine, then.”There. He’d said it. And now that it was out, it coalesced with the already tense atmosphere—now it was taut and sharp enough to draw blood if either of the two went too far. There was an itch on his nose, but the tension forced him into stillness. Or it was Elaine’s rising anger. God. The girl could intimidate a brick into doing her bidding. Also, it had just occurred to him that Elaine probably didn’t understand what “doing porridge” actually means. ELAINE DARZI-ACCURSO
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Post by ELAINE DARZI-ACCURSO on Nov 12, 2013 19:25:12 GMT -8
the city is at war bless the young and rich with designer drugs and designer friends So Elaine didn't know a lot of British slang. Could she really be blamed, because she hadn't lived anywhere near Britain or the United Kingdom or that general vicinity. The closest categorization there was of that was Europe - and Europe was a whole continent. Granted, in some places you could visit maybe two or three countries in one day of a road trip, but that was irrelevant. She still couldn't help but feel the anger boiling deep inside her. Even if she had no idea what 'doing porridge' was, she knew it probably had something to do with being trapped in her dad's kinky laser cage.
"He wanted to know anyway." Much as she would have loved to add the extra little 'dipshit' in there, she didn't want to drag herself down to that level quite yet. Who wasn't supposed to notice that they had accidentally set off a laser cage booby trap? Especially when they had put it there in the first place.
"Well then, why'd you help me in the first place?" Be cordial, be cordial, stay cordial, don't let him get the best of you... Elaine repeated this mantra inside of her head, but even she knew that the only facial expression she could possibly wear was annoyance and irritation at her cousin.
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Post by KELLAN ACCURSO on Nov 12, 2013 20:14:51 GMT -8
“Because I’ve got a smidgen of human decency,” he sniffed, taking a swipe at his nose when he spoke, because speech dispelled the strain wafting in the air slightly. His spoon was completely submerged in the white, billowy liquid—only the tip of the handle poked out from the film. He stared at it, as though he were trying to force it back into his useless, crippled hand by telekinetic means, like the moment when the remote control for the TV is out of reach. He didn’t condone laziness, but he slipped every now and again. “I can’t say the same for some people,” he said, leaning back, having given up on suddenly discovering his psychic prowess and settling into the routine of fraternal passive-aggressiveness. There were words, however, that were too heavy to throw around the breakfast table, but he couldn’t help but consider them and bite his tongue. It was soaked in vitriol, and he was afraid of what might happen should he let it run loose. It was hard to believe, after all, that he still had a reign on his words. Also, he didn’t know what to do with his cereal. ELAINE DARZI-ACCURSO
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Post by ELAINE DARZI-ACCURSO on Nov 12, 2013 20:29:42 GMT -8
the city is at war bless the young and rich with designer drugs and designer friends Say it to my face, you bastard. Elaine could literally feel her eye twitching right now as she stared down at her cereal, violently stabbing it. She knew exactly what the hell Kellan was implying, and she wasn't doing to deny the truth. But he could at least suck it up and be a man and tell it to her straight up, not beat around the bush and imply things. Where was the fun with this, anyways? She was practically simmering in her anger already, it was only a matter of time before she got really angry at her cousin and this came a full-out cat fight between the two of them.
Of course, she would always win. "Is there something you wanted to say?" It hard actually keeping her voice level. The tension could be cut with a knife, and she certainly was certainly biting back some very unpleasant words that she really wanted to say. "I don't think you were very clear. You'll never get anywhere being so vague."
Elaine was practically baiting him now, but with his subtle insults that she had taken very offensively, she could do with a bit of a bitch slap to his face. It'll be a good stress reliever, if anything. And she knew that if Kellan laid a hand on her, she could always go crying to daddy and paint him out as the bad guy, despite everything.
Now she was aggressively attacking the cereal in front of her, smashing them against the surface of the bowl with the back of her spoon, squishing them until they broke apart.
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Post by KELLAN ACCURSO on Nov 14, 2013 18:57:25 GMT -8
“You don’t want me to answer that.”Kellan, however, still stared down into the void that was his cereal bowl, and it stained him in a meek light, though the cacophony pounding on his skull from the inside screamed the opposite. There existed a line that represented the term “going too far,” and Kellan felt that he and Elaine were not just toeing it, but preparing to brazenly leap across it. There was a point where they wouldn’t be able to go back, and Kellan had to start asking himself: Will we go past that point?But the real question was: When will we go past that point?Kellan wasn’t prepared to go past that point, but something was shoving him forward. He said, “I don’t think you would handle the truth too well.”ELAINE DARZI-ACCURSO
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Post by ELAINE DARZI-ACCURSO on Nov 14, 2013 19:37:59 GMT -8
the city is at war bless the young and rich with designer drugs and designer friends Elaine's cereal was a mess. This day was just getting progressively worse and worse, no thanks to her dad and Kellan. And it wasn't even 8 in the morning yet. It was so bad, she was so... frustrated that her cereal was more soupy mess of bits of cereal and milk instead of actual cereal and milk. Kellan was really getting on her nerves right now, if this persisted she wasn't sure how she was going to handle it.
And none of the conclusions that could be reached were positive in any light. "Kellan, I don't think you quite understand a little thing called curiosity. I'm perfectly capable of making my own decisions."
This was headache inducing, so early in the morning. What the hell was he trying to pull, anyways, before she completely snapped. This wasn't a good week even before this shit happened, and then Kellan pulls his little temper tantrum that resulted into this situation. "You wanna bet just who can't handle the truth." Oh. Oh, she was getting precariously close to the line where she prepared to strangle her cousin.
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Post by KELLAN ACCURSO on Nov 16, 2013 18:44:58 GMT -8
Kellan had let the cereal sit for too long. He wasn’t going to eat it, not anymore. He wouldn’t have eaten it, anyway, as he was a husk of the boy that was once Kellan Accurso, replaced by an angry whirling mass of guilt and fury. Also, his spoon had disappeared.
“Capable of making your own decisions as long as they benefit yourself, I bet,” he replied, the smooth mask over his voice beginning to crack.
Normally, he took life with a grain of salt. With danger, he took a handful of salt, a testament to his lack of self-preservation. With Elaine, it depended. Right now, he felt like dropping the grain of salt, picking up a rock instead, and throwing it at her face.
“Do you want me to be straight with you, Elaine?” It was a rhetorical question, because he was going to be straight with her, anyway. The next few words were chosen carefully. “Because what I think is that you only think about yourself, you selfish prick.”
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Post by ELAINE DARZI-ACCURSO on Nov 16, 2013 18:58:10 GMT -8
the city is at war bless the young and rich with designer drugs and designer friends Now Elaine's cereal was just beyond any saving. The cereal had literally disintegrated as she kept pressing up the cereal to the sides of the bowl (and when that didn't work, firmly smashing the spoon onto the cereal and taking sickish glee as it broke into soggy little pieces). They were probably going to be late to school, but father was angry and she didn't want to go to school anymore. Despite being well-dressed, prim, and proper to the occasion. Kellan was just pissing her the fuck off and she could feel a headache starting to come on.
"Doesn't everyone make decisions to benefit themselves? Why wouldn't you?" Logic. Yes, Elaine usually chose that option, but so did a lot of other people, and Kellan wasn't getting his literally panties in a bunch over them. That was a funny thought, Kellan with panties. Even the kind, 'sacrificing' person chose for the benefit of themselves because they wouldn't be able to live with the guilt - in turn benefiting themselves.
Oh. Oh really now. Kellan was going to that point of no return, where the two of them have been so graciously tiptoeing upon and avoiding oh so carefully. Now, if he wanted to put it that way, insulting her, then so be it. Sure, she may be the one at fault here (ha! try getting her to actually admit that to his face), but that didn't mean she wasn't going to rise up to the challenge and try to educate his sorry little ass. She'll admit she was a little bit selfish. Maybe a lot. "So what?" That didn't phase her at all. What was he trying to do, tell the truth? That was so... so very weak. She couldn't even hold back a laugh full of pity.
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Post by KELLAN ACCURSO on Nov 16, 2013 20:12:56 GMT -8
Elaine’s nonchalance was met with a dead stare. It wasn’t within Kellan’s capabilities to leap into a full-scale fury. He got darker, and darker, and then it all turned to black.
He just sighed.
“I don’t know. I just thought I would’ve liked you to care a bit more. Quite clearly, you don’t, so I don’t even know why I’m wasting my time here.”
Kellan’s cereal was indigestible, and anything that made its way past his lips would be soured by his mood, so he ignored his stomach and its silent wailing.
He pushed his chair back and pushed himself up with his hands—a mistake, because they still stung, and angry as he was, he couldn’t hold back the wince from the sting. He didn’t know what hurt more—his own anger, cutting himself up to pieces, or the fact that Elaine was arguing with him. Or the fact that he was arguing with her.
“I’m not going to school today. Go ahead and tell your daddy.” She would get a kick out of it.
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Post by ELAINE DARZI-ACCURSO on Nov 16, 2013 20:30:58 GMT -8
the city is at war bless the young and rich with designer drugs and designer friends Elaine cocked her head to the side a bit, confused. What Kellan was saying didn't match what he was doing earlier. What he was doing wasn't matching with what he was saying. What he was doing was confusing her, and she decided to display this confusion. "I think about myself, sure, it's not like I don't care. You jump to too many conclusions. I do care about you, you're my responsibility, after all." Didn't her dad say to treat him nicely? Or else face the consequences of being a horrible hostess. Well, Kellan was the one leeching off of them!
So she wanted to say. But looking at this from a logical standpoint, Elaine simply thought it was best to put away her guns, for now, and try to coax out an apology, or at least some sort of resignation from Kellan. She had simply... overreacted. She didn't mean to - she was sorry - and she wanted to know how she could make it up to him. So went the plan.
"Hey wait, don't go." She took a moment to compose herself out of her anger. "Your hands still hurt. I'm sorry about them. Please let me see them."
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Post by KELLAN ACCURSO on Nov 16, 2013 21:03:01 GMT -8
Hearing Elaine apologize was something that was to be cherished. She, with her princess-like demeanor and superficial tendencies, stooped her standards low in that degree, and everything about her that was humble was like a well-deserved miracle.
In other words, it was a refreshing change of pace, and Kellan appreciated it.
“I don’t know what you can do,” he said, without much of the previous vitriol, and easing his tone into the wholly flowing, smooth, and not-so-subtle accent of one hailed in Britain and bred in Britain. “The burns are already there.”
He didn’t smile. Not yet, but he wanted to, but at this point it would feel the same as asking a man how long it has been since their wife had left them, so he restrained his visage, liquefied his anger, and walked over to Elaine and held out a limp hand. “Don’t be rough.”
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Post by ELAINE DARZI-ACCURSO on Nov 16, 2013 21:27:25 GMT -8
the city is at war bless the young and rich with designer drugs and designer friends In which Elaine didn't actually think this would work - but it did. Oh well, it achieved the required result. She did have to apologize. She wasn't very pleased with that. But she supposed she was really sorry - after all, she hadn't meant it. And it was just a delayed reaction that got Kellan all hot and flustered. That's was cool, Elaine liked having people hot and flustered under her watch - she's be able to control them.
He did walk over to him - so that was progress over his anger. She was angry too, still angry, but she had swallowed most of them to be able to do this. Still, she couldn't quite hold back a bitter remark - more for humor than actual riling up. "Be gentle? Want me to lick them better?"
Elaine wasn't really going to. That would be disgusting. "Did you at least run them under cool water? Take a pain reliever? Bandage - you didn't even bandage them, no wonder they hurt." She didn't mind ditching school. She actually preferred it. "First aid kit..."
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Post by KELLAN ACCURSO on Nov 17, 2013 18:13:07 GMT -8
He looked like a horrible actor in the shoes of a sleep-deprived zombie. His hair looked a little more ruffled than usual, the bags under his eyes a little more prominent with a closer look. He didn’t handle the aftermath of an argument too well.
Kellan should have known that Elaine would be glib the moment the tension had been washed away. It was a hopeful sign. He offered her the grace of a careworn chuckle, but nothing more—he wasn’t good at shifting gears.
“I went straight to sleep after we parted ways,” he confessed. In retrospect, it was a horrible idea, but he didn’t want to risk waking anybody. “So, no. I’ve got nothing. I’m sorry.”
The apology was also meant for everything he’d said previously, but Elaine would have a hard time getting Kellan to admit it.
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Post by ELAINE DARZI-ACCURSO on Nov 17, 2013 18:28:57 GMT -8
the city is at war bless the young and rich with designer drugs and designer friends Kellan was an idiot. A stupid, dimwitted idiot, but at least he was her's, to an extend (except when he got moody and bitchy about her). "You should have done something... you made me worried." Elaine pouted a little as she looked for the first aid kit. It was somewhere here, she knew that, from the times she had stupidly gotten injured before in this house. A lot more than someone could actually expect.
"Oh there it is." She dragged him along with her to the kitchen area. "Go run them under cold water, I'll get the wraps." She shooed him away to the sink, assuming that he could turn on the sink and run his hands under cool water. Kellan wasn't that much of an idiot, was he?
"Y'know, you're not half as bad as my brothers. They're asses. They're so obsessed with work and everything. I'll show them... I'll beat them all and take over the HQ after daddy." She was half mumbling this, though Elaine supposed it was her own way of telling Kellan he was a great person, better than her brothers, anyways. Which counted for a lot, actually.
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Post by KELLAN ACCURSO on Nov 17, 2013 21:39:00 GMT -8
Should Kellan have been warmed by the sight of Elaine pouting? He didn’t think it appropriate, but the corner of his lip twitched all the same.
Elaine curled her fingers around his wrist and threw him to the kitchen sink, where he managed to turn the knobs and get a trickling, silvery stream of freezing water and held his hands under it. The sting and relief of the cold intermingled into something odd that made him cringe in a good way.
“Cold, cold,” he muttered. Once he couldn’t stand it anymore—and this was about two minutes—he yanked his hands from the downpour and looked for towels to dry himself off with. Finding none, he gently patted his hands on his sweats.
Kellan didn’t know the twins very well, but he’d heard much of their accomplishments, their names intertwined with awed, gushing voices that seemed to get louder whenever Mr. Giovanni Darzi-Accurso’s presence overwhelmed the room. Some people had the talent of taking a room by the hand and shaking it. Mr. Giovanni broke the hand. So he didn’t know how to feel about being better than them, but he chuckled at Elaine’s declaration.
“I bet. Also, d’you have the wraps?”
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Post by ELAINE DARZI-ACCURSO on Nov 18, 2013 22:35:46 GMT -8
the city is at war bless the young and rich with designer drugs and designer friends There it was. That was it. That was literally the only heartfelt thing Elaine really wished, at least in front of Kellan. Drop the subject, she'll talk about her stupid brothers later. While her younger brother posed no threat (and he better keep it that way if he knew what was good for him), the two others were so much far advanced than she was.
"Here." She wrapped them around the burnt part of his hands, trying to be gentle with them. "Let's make a deal." Not really a deal so much as a mutual agreement.
"Since we're both late for school anyways, let's just not go. Hey! We can go plan our next adventure."
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