MoaRH: Happy Birthday to Me...
Mar. 23rd, 2005 12:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gracie_musicaYep, it's my birthday. And due to lack of computer access at home, I'm posting my MoaRH introduction up on LJ. I'll have DSL in a week or so, though. Don't worry, everyone.
"Jim! Could you come here, please? There's someone I want you to meet."
Jim Hawking felt a chill go down his spine. The last time someone came over that Kou wanted him to meet someone, an elfin girl by the name of Stephanie had been in the house. The two had nearly burned down the kitchen making something called 'lembas bread'*--whatever that was--and the brunette had insulted his car, saying it was held together with "spit and prayer"**.
However, the blonde slapped a plesant expression on his face and entered the house, wiping entine grease from his hand on an equally-greasy rag. Maybe this one would be better?
What met his gaze, however, was not promising: A young woman, maybe two years older than Kou with wild red hair pulled back in a long braid stood next to his sister. She was dressed in what could only be described as 'a blast from the distant past'--knee length leather boots; form-fitting dark green pants with a sapphire thigh-lenght skirt over it; a tan tunic underneath a lace-up green corset-looking thing. A wide leather belt contained three throwing knives and a sword, and across her back a bow and quiver of arrows was strapped by another leather belt.
"Jim, this is Grace Musica. Grace, this is my little brother Jim."
Emerald eyes bored into Jim's sapphire blue ones as Grace took the young man's greasy hand. "It's nice to finally meet you. Your sister talks of you a lot." Her voice had a calming quality, and a small smile tugged at her lips.
"Gracie works at a Rennaisance Faire with her family," Kou explained, and Jim nodded. That explained the outfit.
"Aye," the natural redhead replied. "We Musicas are highly sought out for entertainment. I guess that's what we get for having a father who insisted we all know how to handle a blade."
The two girls began to joke and jest between themselves, and Jim found himself hoping that this older woman would be able to keep a rein on his easily-excitable sister.
"So shall we begin?" Grace asked, folding her hands behind her back.
'Begin?!'
"Yes! TO THE BOTTLES!" Kou cried, grabbing her friend by the wrist and dragging her into the living room.
"Aw, fucking hell," Jim moaned. "And there go my dreams of a good night's rest."
---
Laughter floated thoughout Starwind and Hawking again, jerking Jim from his state of almost-sleep. He rolled over and looked at the red LED light of his alarm clock. 1:41 am. While he was pretty sure he could get the girls to shut up, he was still scarred from the last time he had barged in on two giggling girls.
A little voice in the back of his head argued that Kou was dating someone and wouldn't do such a thing, another one argued that alcohol does wonders for inhibitions. Finally, a third voice crying for sleep won out, and Jim hit his feet, yanked open his door and stormed down the hall.
Empty bottles littered the square table and floor, falling haphazardly here and there as the girls laughed at the flickering television screen.
"Here's a question," Kou asked, mostly to no one in particular. "Since the girl just woke up... Doesn't that make him a pedophile?"
Grace got thoughtful for a second... Well, thoughtful for a drunk person. "Nah, she's a robot, she's programed to act like an adult."
"But still! She just woke up! And he's hitting on her! Pedophile..."***
As Jim opened his mouth to yell, the television suddenly cut off, a trace image lingering on the darkened screen. Gene moved in front of the looming black box, his hands on his hips.
"It is 1:40 in the morning. You two have been drinking since 6 yesterday afternoon. You are going to die of alcohol posioning!"
In the hallway, Jim leaned against a wall and crossed his arms. If Gene was saying this, it was serious.
"Ah, move, and turn our show back on!" twin voices piped up, and an empty bottle was flung at Gene. The redhead caught it, casually looking at the label.
"Ladies, ladies, pl... Woah, where the hell did you get this?"
"My younger brother," Grace replied, a small amount of EverClear dripping from the corner of her mouth as she spoke with her lips around the bottle.
"Twin-younger or younger-younger?" Kou replied.
"Younger-younger."
Gene's eyes narrowed. "How did you get this? It's C'tar-C'tar property."
"Marty's wife, my sister-in-law. She's half C'tar-C'tar, her mother sent it to her last week."
"Dude, this stuff's, like, liquid posion," Gene protested.
"But it's really good," Kou protested.
Jim rolled his eyes.
---
As the night... well, morning... progressed, Grace and Kou had managed to rope everyone except for Jim into getting drunk. Even poor innocent Melfina had been forced to drink a glass or two.
Which is why when the doorbell rang at ten in the morning, everyone groaned at the sound. Grace buried her face in Kou's shoulder, which she was using in place of a pillow.
"... Grace?"
"Ugh, go away..." the redhead muttered, lost in a dream.
"AUNT GRACE!"
Green eyes snapped open and the swordswoman tumbled off the couch, instantly sober. "Oh, shit."
Everyone in the room began to stir awake. "Wazza matter?" Gene asked, speech slurred with sleep and drink.
Grace crawled under the table. "Hide me, hide me, hide me..."
As Grace scrambled under the square table, two people appeared in the doorway. One was a blonde girl, about Jim's age, and was dressed similarly to Grace. Ehe other was a short young man with spiky black hair and wearing a black cape.****
"Aunt Grace!" the blonde called, stomping her foot. "Our flight leaves in an hour!"
"Coming, coming, GOD!" came the groan from under the table.
"Uncle Hiei..." the girl whined, and the man rolled his dark eyes.
"C'mon, Grace, time to go," Hiei said, approaching the table and holding a hand out, as if coaxing a dog out of its hiding spot.
The blonde tossed her hair in annoyance and gave Jim a sympathetic look. "I apologize for my aunt, I know she can be a handful," blue eyes dissapeared under blonde bangs as the girl gave Jim a bow.
"Don't worry about it, it wasn't a problem."
The young woman stood straight up and the two looked at one another for a bit, not speaking. Everyone else who was in the room had their eyebrows raised.
"Where are the rainbow bubbles?" Kou wispered to Grace as her husband helped her to her feet.
"Oy, my brother is gonna kill me," Grace groaned, running a hand through ragged hair
"Oh, you betcha," Hiei replied.
Grace's niece put out a hand. "Cassandra McKenzie. Call me Cass."
Jim took it, and on impulse kissed the back. "James Hawking."
Across the room Kou made a gagging noise. Grace kicked her in the shin, and the bottled redhead fell to the ground, groaning about needing her insulin shot.
The two blondes kept staring into one another's eyes as empty bottles were collected into Grace's bag.
"Cass. Woo-hoo, Cassandra, we're leaving..."
Finally, Hiei went over, put an arm around the girl's waist and bodily separated the teenagers, carrying her out the door. Jim's blue eyes followed the two out, and Grace came over, throwing an arm around the young man.
"Now, boyo, I'm not stupid, so here ya go."
Eight strips of paper invaded Jim's field of vision, and he focused on them enough to read the 'Ren Faire' printed on it in big bold letters. He looked at Grace, who's eyes were shining with mischief, and not a hint of booze. "You're sober..."
"It's always more fun to act." Grace jiggled the bag in her hand. "Not a drop was in it, we were just putting on a little show. The mind is an amazing thing, really. However, your business partners will all be hurting when they finally do wake up." One of the eyelids slid down in a roguish wink. "Our next show is on Heifong. I'll expect to see you there, boyo."
A hand ruffled blonde locks as if it had been doing it forever, and Grace went to say a noisy good-bye to his older sister before leaving, the three waving good-bye as they retreated down the street.
The Hawking siblings moved to the kitchen as everyone else sprawled over the couches and floor in the living room. Jim pulled out pans and began preparing breakfast for him and Kou.
"Hey Gene... We've got a job offer on Heifong," Kou called out over her shoulder. She threw a wink Jim's way before continuing. "Grace says their ship's gonna need repairs soon."
"They better pay double for an out-of-the-way job like that," came the pained reply.
Jim banged the pan down on the stove, smirking at Gene's yelp of pain.
---
*yes, from LotR
**A line stolen from Artemis Fowl, and used by the real Steph to describe my car
***A real conversation spoken between myself and Kou during an Outlaw Star drinking game (in which Coke was substituted for alcohol)
****From RPG with Kou. Grace is married to Hiei from Yu Yu Hakusho. He's just so hot shirtless, you know?
"Jim! Could you come here, please? There's someone I want you to meet."
Jim Hawking felt a chill go down his spine. The last time someone came over that Kou wanted him to meet someone, an elfin girl by the name of Stephanie had been in the house. The two had nearly burned down the kitchen making something called 'lembas bread'*--whatever that was--and the brunette had insulted his car, saying it was held together with "spit and prayer"**.
However, the blonde slapped a plesant expression on his face and entered the house, wiping entine grease from his hand on an equally-greasy rag. Maybe this one would be better?
What met his gaze, however, was not promising: A young woman, maybe two years older than Kou with wild red hair pulled back in a long braid stood next to his sister. She was dressed in what could only be described as 'a blast from the distant past'--knee length leather boots; form-fitting dark green pants with a sapphire thigh-lenght skirt over it; a tan tunic underneath a lace-up green corset-looking thing. A wide leather belt contained three throwing knives and a sword, and across her back a bow and quiver of arrows was strapped by another leather belt.
"Jim, this is Grace Musica. Grace, this is my little brother Jim."
Emerald eyes bored into Jim's sapphire blue ones as Grace took the young man's greasy hand. "It's nice to finally meet you. Your sister talks of you a lot." Her voice had a calming quality, and a small smile tugged at her lips.
"Gracie works at a Rennaisance Faire with her family," Kou explained, and Jim nodded. That explained the outfit.
"Aye," the natural redhead replied. "We Musicas are highly sought out for entertainment. I guess that's what we get for having a father who insisted we all know how to handle a blade."
The two girls began to joke and jest between themselves, and Jim found himself hoping that this older woman would be able to keep a rein on his easily-excitable sister.
"So shall we begin?" Grace asked, folding her hands behind her back.
'Begin?!'
"Yes! TO THE BOTTLES!" Kou cried, grabbing her friend by the wrist and dragging her into the living room.
"Aw, fucking hell," Jim moaned. "And there go my dreams of a good night's rest."
---
Laughter floated thoughout Starwind and Hawking again, jerking Jim from his state of almost-sleep. He rolled over and looked at the red LED light of his alarm clock. 1:41 am. While he was pretty sure he could get the girls to shut up, he was still scarred from the last time he had barged in on two giggling girls.
A little voice in the back of his head argued that Kou was dating someone and wouldn't do such a thing, another one argued that alcohol does wonders for inhibitions. Finally, a third voice crying for sleep won out, and Jim hit his feet, yanked open his door and stormed down the hall.
Empty bottles littered the square table and floor, falling haphazardly here and there as the girls laughed at the flickering television screen.
"Here's a question," Kou asked, mostly to no one in particular. "Since the girl just woke up... Doesn't that make him a pedophile?"
Grace got thoughtful for a second... Well, thoughtful for a drunk person. "Nah, she's a robot, she's programed to act like an adult."
"But still! She just woke up! And he's hitting on her! Pedophile..."***
As Jim opened his mouth to yell, the television suddenly cut off, a trace image lingering on the darkened screen. Gene moved in front of the looming black box, his hands on his hips.
"It is 1:40 in the morning. You two have been drinking since 6 yesterday afternoon. You are going to die of alcohol posioning!"
In the hallway, Jim leaned against a wall and crossed his arms. If Gene was saying this, it was serious.
"Ah, move, and turn our show back on!" twin voices piped up, and an empty bottle was flung at Gene. The redhead caught it, casually looking at the label.
"Ladies, ladies, pl... Woah, where the hell did you get this?"
"My younger brother," Grace replied, a small amount of EverClear dripping from the corner of her mouth as she spoke with her lips around the bottle.
"Twin-younger or younger-younger?" Kou replied.
"Younger-younger."
Gene's eyes narrowed. "How did you get this? It's C'tar-C'tar property."
"Marty's wife, my sister-in-law. She's half C'tar-C'tar, her mother sent it to her last week."
"Dude, this stuff's, like, liquid posion," Gene protested.
"But it's really good," Kou protested.
Jim rolled his eyes.
---
As the night... well, morning... progressed, Grace and Kou had managed to rope everyone except for Jim into getting drunk. Even poor innocent Melfina had been forced to drink a glass or two.
Which is why when the doorbell rang at ten in the morning, everyone groaned at the sound. Grace buried her face in Kou's shoulder, which she was using in place of a pillow.
"... Grace?"
"Ugh, go away..." the redhead muttered, lost in a dream.
"AUNT GRACE!"
Green eyes snapped open and the swordswoman tumbled off the couch, instantly sober. "Oh, shit."
Everyone in the room began to stir awake. "Wazza matter?" Gene asked, speech slurred with sleep and drink.
Grace crawled under the table. "Hide me, hide me, hide me..."
As Grace scrambled under the square table, two people appeared in the doorway. One was a blonde girl, about Jim's age, and was dressed similarly to Grace. Ehe other was a short young man with spiky black hair and wearing a black cape.****
"Aunt Grace!" the blonde called, stomping her foot. "Our flight leaves in an hour!"
"Coming, coming, GOD!" came the groan from under the table.
"Uncle Hiei..." the girl whined, and the man rolled his dark eyes.
"C'mon, Grace, time to go," Hiei said, approaching the table and holding a hand out, as if coaxing a dog out of its hiding spot.
The blonde tossed her hair in annoyance and gave Jim a sympathetic look. "I apologize for my aunt, I know she can be a handful," blue eyes dissapeared under blonde bangs as the girl gave Jim a bow.
"Don't worry about it, it wasn't a problem."
The young woman stood straight up and the two looked at one another for a bit, not speaking. Everyone else who was in the room had their eyebrows raised.
"Where are the rainbow bubbles?" Kou wispered to Grace as her husband helped her to her feet.
"Oy, my brother is gonna kill me," Grace groaned, running a hand through ragged hair
"Oh, you betcha," Hiei replied.
Grace's niece put out a hand. "Cassandra McKenzie. Call me Cass."
Jim took it, and on impulse kissed the back. "James Hawking."
Across the room Kou made a gagging noise. Grace kicked her in the shin, and the bottled redhead fell to the ground, groaning about needing her insulin shot.
The two blondes kept staring into one another's eyes as empty bottles were collected into Grace's bag.
"Cass. Woo-hoo, Cassandra, we're leaving..."
Finally, Hiei went over, put an arm around the girl's waist and bodily separated the teenagers, carrying her out the door. Jim's blue eyes followed the two out, and Grace came over, throwing an arm around the young man.
"Now, boyo, I'm not stupid, so here ya go."
Eight strips of paper invaded Jim's field of vision, and he focused on them enough to read the 'Ren Faire' printed on it in big bold letters. He looked at Grace, who's eyes were shining with mischief, and not a hint of booze. "You're sober..."
"It's always more fun to act." Grace jiggled the bag in her hand. "Not a drop was in it, we were just putting on a little show. The mind is an amazing thing, really. However, your business partners will all be hurting when they finally do wake up." One of the eyelids slid down in a roguish wink. "Our next show is on Heifong. I'll expect to see you there, boyo."
A hand ruffled blonde locks as if it had been doing it forever, and Grace went to say a noisy good-bye to his older sister before leaving, the three waving good-bye as they retreated down the street.
The Hawking siblings moved to the kitchen as everyone else sprawled over the couches and floor in the living room. Jim pulled out pans and began preparing breakfast for him and Kou.
"Hey Gene... We've got a job offer on Heifong," Kou called out over her shoulder. She threw a wink Jim's way before continuing. "Grace says their ship's gonna need repairs soon."
"They better pay double for an out-of-the-way job like that," came the pained reply.
Jim banged the pan down on the stove, smirking at Gene's yelp of pain.
---
*yes, from LotR
**A line stolen from Artemis Fowl, and used by the real Steph to describe my car
***A real conversation spoken between myself and Kou during an Outlaw Star drinking game (in which Coke was substituted for alcohol)
****From RPG with Kou. Grace is married to Hiei from Yu Yu Hakusho. He's just so hot shirtless, you know?
