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Post by Thomas Ambrose III on Jun 17, 2010 22:14:10 GMT -6
 
----THANK GOD HE DIDN'T GO TO CHURCH, because tommy ambrose's sundays would be fifty times more boring than they already mapped out to be. rain or shine, drunk or half-drunk, every sunday around eleven thirty he was required to accompany his father to brunch. of course, in the exclusive neighborhood he lived in, you had brunches at people's houses. it was the biggest waste of the say, in his opinion. tommy always had far more better things to do. he was a businessman after all. he use to go to brunches with his father alone. now that he re-married, his step-mother had been coming along too. he wasn't the type to hate on his step-mother. he really couldn't hate anyone more than he hated his father. in this deal, he really just felt bad for charlotte slade, the poor woman who married his father. besides, he knew people that didn't like their step-moms because their real parents got divorced. tommy's real parents never got divorced. tommy's mom killed herself. you really can't hate a step-thing when they're not really replacing someone.
the only good sundays, however, sometimes the old man and mrs. were "on vacation." maui, the hamptons, cabo. who knew middle-aged people needed to take so many vacations from their "hard" life? on sundays when thomas ambrose ii wasn't in town, tommy never had to go to these dreaded brunches. today, was one of those days his father was in town and tommy was up around nine. he made a quick appearance in the hall, making sure to walk slowly past his father's open-doored office. just so the older man could see his son was up. you had to be out of the door by ten thirty, get their around ten forty five, mingle till eleven, and then by eleven fifteen you were finally eating. it was a boring and stale schedule that rang true every sunday no matter where the venue was. several families were always invited, the ambroses included. depending on who was hosting the brunch, other families could be invited. it was a family friend sort of deal. to not lose touch between schedules, sunday was the day they could relax and talk about family and business. tommy found it incredibly boring since he was always stuck with the children of the families ranging from twelve to eighteen. only a few he would qualify as friends. which were all guys that went to school with him. he'd be selling them coke and weed under the tables while they ate eggs and toast. he'd have to beat off the middle school girls that thought they had a chance with him and sometimes he was lucky enough when a girl his age would show up. going to the brunches were always a hit and miss with him on who he could socialize with.
not today though, because he had a shiny new step-sister to entertain him. his step-sister was one of those actresses that burned out and landed in rehab. tommy could only laugh. what was ironic was that aside from the wedding of their parents a year ago, they met earlier this month on a street corner. tommy was selling and cassidy was buying. funny since she was suppose to be all 'clean' and everything. someone seriously needed to re-design those hollywood rehab programs because their programs now worked for shit. tommy didn't sell her anything and he had been teasing her about it ever since. tommy never had a sibling before. he grew up virtually alone besides the nanny when his mother was going through one of her episodes. he knew his mother was pregnant with a girl before him, but that didn't count. the baby died in the womb and years later, blair had tommy. don't start calling him a miracle baby since he had been nothing more than a burden. so having someone new living in the house that was a teenager was refreshing.
after tommy slowly walked by his father's office to which he heard a voice inside yell 'we'll leave at ten thirty' (yeah, he knew,) tommy headed back to his room to get dressed. dressing for these things was quite ridiculous. you had to look nice. like, you just came from chruch because you and your family had good morals or something. you had to fit a mold. you couldn't walk in with jeans and not get glares from people. tommy put himself in the usually tan pants, a button up shirt. when he was feeling especially ridiculous he'd put on a sweater vest. usually, it was just a blazer. today, he tied a sweater around his shoulders, looking very country club. he smiled at himself in the mirror. whoever said he didn't clean up nice didn't seem him like this. he ran his finger through his bleached-out hair and tossed the hair around the top of his head. he ended up leaving it slightly skewed to the side and deemed himself ready to leave. oh wait, he forgot something. tommy retreated to the back of his closet. opening up his safe he put a few baggies of cocaine and marijuana into his pockets, just in case he found himself selling to the teenagers at the brunch. might as well have at least a little something. and those two drugs were his most popular products. ok, now he was good to go.
he left his room, and nearly ran into his step mother. she seemed only slightly frazzled. like she was looking for something. tommy noticed that she only had one earring in. "tommy, could you go make sure, cassidy is up? i need to find my other earring. and i haven't put my make-up on yet. make sure she's wearing something nice." tommy nodded. "sure,"
[/b] he replied as charlotte hurried down the hall. tommy knew the huge mansion like the back of his hand, so he knew exactly what room they stuck cassidy in. he walked briskly down the stairs, his hands in his pockets feeling the baggies as he crossed through the kitchen and into another hall. past a sitting room, and the first door on the left he didn't even knock as he entered her room. the heavy curtains were drawn, but tommy could see the outline of her body in the bed. he walked over to the curtains and opened them up. sunlight immediately filled the room. he then sat down on the edge of her bed and took out a bag of marijuana from his pocket and dangled it above her face. "cas... let the smell of pot wake you from your slumber." he snatched it away from her and put it back in his pocket. "too bad you can't have any. you're mom sent me down here to see if you were wearing something nice for the brunch."[/b] he clapped his hands together and rubbed them slightly. "come on. get up and let me see."[/b] [/size] ______________ [/color][/center] STATUS, complete CRED, format/graphics to me. lyrics, 'all the right moves' - onerepublic LOCATION & TIME, someone's house in the valks xD, november 2007 CLOTHES, and then tan pants too xD TAGGED, cassidy I SAY, ftw!
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Post by Cassidy Slade on Jun 23, 2010 1:17:04 GMT -6
 -----------------------------------------------------------NOVEMBER, 2007. LATE MORNING. BRUNCH IN THE VALKS.[/size] -----------------------------------------------------------[/color][/center] - - - EVERYDAY WAS THE [/b][/font] same to cassidy slade. the exact same, the exact damn same. it didn't matter if it were monday or thursday - it all felt the same. she hadn't cared about the days of the week since high school. no. before then, actually. when she used to like school. so...somewhere between grade four and grade six. that was when the date actually mattered. you know - only a certain number of days to finish this project. it's friday already? oh dang! i don't want it to be the weekend! remember those days? she didn't, not really. school stopped mattering to her as soon as it became important. apparently you need to ace every exam in grade eight in order to attend an ivy league university. that's what her stupid mother had always told her. and yet, at the same time, the wasted woman refused to believe that her only daughter wouldn't be attending post-secondary education. she wouldn't need it, as her schedule would be filled with, you know, her job. as soon as acting structured her life, cassidy stopped caring. everyday was the same. the routine was constant - around the clock, seven days a week. why should it matter what day it is? sunday is the day of rest. well, when you are attempting to produce a bit of two-hour entertainment for the masses, the day of rest comes when you're finished. no one in the film industry pays attention to the days of the week, only the number on the calendar. or in their bank account. sunday or wednesday, she couldn't tell the difference. couldn't while in los angeles, definitely couldn't while here in purgatory. but apparently it was sunday. the eternal day of rest. the day of the week where everything closes early, and everything on tv sucks. she would have hated sundays if she paid attention to them. the world was set to start up again tomorrow, on monday. the first day of the work week, when everything is open late and decent television is broadcasted. sounds good. let's skip this day of nothing and go right to the action. of course, there was no shortened hours and bad tv when cas had been living her own life. sunday filming hours were to be mirrored as the day previous, and would probably continue on monday. here in purgatory - valkyrie, california - however, it seemed things were different. people her age weren't in school, thus not getting yelled at for not being there the rest of the time. it was the day of rest, after all. this was the day girls got over their weekend hangovers and maxed out their credit cards. starbucks revenue must triple on this day. it was her mother's favorite day of the week. it was time for family, to put the rest of the world away and focus on the important things. well, if they were so important, you would be focussing on them everyday. duh. yet, here we are, standing at the beginning of sunday morning. she could already feel the stupidity rays. and i suppose you have to follow stupid rules if you are to survive here in purgatory. every single fucking day, cassidy was forced to live this strict, dull lifestyle lead by the ambrose family. the stuffy, cheating, father, the over-processed mother and the tragic son. it was so perfect it made her sick. why put the infamous starlet in the mix and upset that balance? but she couldn't go back to her life. not yet. her brother, the other shadow in the family portrait, would drag her right back here. i guess she couldn't decend into hell quite yet. so, living in purgatory. freedom if the aging robots are no where to be seen. so, all the time. in the few months that cassidy had been living in the montrous ambrose estate, she had yet to really see her mother and step-father. not that she was complaining. more time not to be annoyed. but, on the odd day that they decide to praise us all with their perfect presence, family time is to be lived. she, personally, didn't consider herself a member of the family. so why should she have to listen to her nauseating mother simpering something about sunday brunch? that's nice, have a good time. look pretty in a cardigan for me. cassidy didn't follow these ridiculous traditions. her traditions were vodka, acid and a good script. so why should she have to put all that away in store for some new ones she would never follow? warnings about being home early saturday night floated through the back of her mind as she left the estate that night. they had, however, become forgotten as soon as she reached the beach and the latest good time. she did what she did every night - partied. hard. rolled into the dark, silent house shortly before sunrise, crashed, and expected to do the same thing all over again. it wasn't her fault her mother wasn't allowing her to be responsible and functional with acting. there was just vodka and acid left without a good script, jeeze. she hadn't even heard the rustling about the long, lonely hallways. the muffled words exchanged between thomas ambrose and his son, same name, were unheard by the starlet. the frazzled yelling done by the lovely charlotte slade, too, went unheard. but she had tuned her mother out long ago, so it was no surprise. the rude awakening done by her juvenile new step-brother, on the other hand, shifted her from her drunken slumber. the hot sunlight was the first clue. her frail body shifted lightly as she heard the movements of someone in her surroundings. the sudden stream of light on her did the trick. shutting her eyes tighter, attempting to fall back into a dark haze, cas mumbled. her body knew it was awake; her mind soon following. she couldn't sleep unless it was pitch dark. which is why she had those heavy curtains. fuck whoever dared interrupt her. feebly continuing to attempt to sleep, the indie darling rolled over when she felt the unexpected weight on her bed. "cas... let the smell of pot wake you from your slumber." she could smell it. the sweet, inviting scent of the drug caused her to open her eyes at last. watching as tommy's pale hand snatched the bag away from her without even moving, she rolled her eyes wordlessly. merely giving him a 'look', she pushed herself up into a sitting position. "too bad you can't have any. you're mom sent me down here to see if you were wearing something nice for the brunch." "you disappoint me, brother dear. pot is for the weak and the stupid." her voice sugary sweet, cas violently ripped the comforter from around her body, making no effort not to hit him. "because i'm actually going to that," swinging her long legs over the side of her bed, she clumsily made her way to the center of her bedroom. not that she wouldn't go - there was no arguing with her mother - but she still wanted to complain about it. "come on. get up and let me see." turning to face her walk-in closet, cas flipped him the bird from behind her back. she had to still have something from her days of living. "oh, fuck me. shut-up."kicking the door of her closet half-closed, cassidy aimlessly shifted through the racks of clothing she'd never wear. her collection of red carpet gowns was enviable. she just never wore them. everything she wore these days was in a basket on the floor. pulling out an appealing-looking gray number, she quickly shimmied out of the jean shorts and acdc t-shirt she'd slept in. pulling the necklaces she'd worn the day before out over them, she tilted her head as she looked in the mirror on the back of the door. my, she looked boring. kicking up the black belt she'd consistently worn in los angeles, she tightened it over her waist, adding a less country club edge. pastel and cardigans were never her speed. not even paying attention to which shoes she selected - the rose-colored burberry heels - she wobbled at the added height as she pushed the door of her closet open again. well, it would due. haphazardly running her fingers through her wavy hair, cas paused as she saw tommy still sitting on the end of her bed. dude, go away. reaching onto her sleek vanity for a tube of mascara, she continued to half-watch him. not bothering to reapply her make-up - it was still visible from the previous day - she looked at the sitting drug dealer again. "you look like a moron." her words blunt, she smirked at his preppy appearance. he'd fit in every bit as much as he pretended to. turning toward the door, she stuck her head out into the hallway. "now where is the lovely couple? i want this over with so i can get back to my life. come, thomas."[/size][/blockquote] ----------------------------------------------------------- STATUS, complete.
TAGGED, tas !
LENGTH, 1553 words.
ATTIRE, hurrr.
NOTES, ahh, a little messy \:
CREDITS, format and graphics to me.
lyrics to 30 seconds to mars - "kings and queens"
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Post by Thomas Ambrose III on Jul 3, 2010 16:37:22 GMT -6
----HE HEARD HER MUMBLE ABOUT POT BEING FOR the weak and the stupid. he rolled his eyes. "of course, love. i know that. we're going to a brunch with a bunch of stiffs' kids. pot is like heroine for them." he scoffed and shook his head. she acted like he didn't know about drug dealing. just because she was a drugged out 'rehab didn't work for me' actress didn't mean tommy didn't know a thing or two about drugs. he was known for not being one to try the stuff, but the stuff he sold was good. people came to him and they liked the shit. tommy liked to believe that you needed a clear head to successfully sell drugs. he was a businessman afterall. you can't have your cake and eat it too. or, however that phrase went. cassidy got out of bed. hitting him with the comforter. he heard her say that she wasn't going to that and tommy only laughed. like she had a choice with that leash around her next and her mother being the one to yank it. they were about to officially debut themselves as a family. a year late, but who cares? it'll be talked about among the neighbors as if his father just got married to charlotte last weekend. whatever. tommy had full intentions of sneaking off in whatever house they were going to today to get some kids high. he'd bring cas along because it's not like she had anything else better to do.
she flipped him off before entering her walk-in closet. "that's cute," he yelled at her. he leaned back on the bed, proping himself by his elbow. he mildly wondered what she had hiding in her closet. tommy had drugs. was she hiding drugs in there too? tommy flat-out told her that he wasn't going to be her dealer so she'd have to do her business elsewhere. he didn't really care that she failed at rehab. he wasn't one of those types to be all concered if she relapsed. or always asking if she was 'ok.' tommy viewed it as, it was incredibly hard to ever become completely clean. more people relapsed than stayed clean. he saw that show intervention. at the very end of the episode, they did a follow up. it always was the same. the addict was clean for ninety days or so before they relapsed. he didn't even to watch the whole episode before he knew what was going to happen at the end. predictable and fact. tommy should feel at least a bit of remorse since it was his kind (the drug dealers) that were making these people like this. but really, he felt no faults. it wasn't his fault. these people chose to get high. so many other people were walking around cleaner than the jonas brothers. it was easy no to get involved. people chose to get involved. that's where tommy came in.
tommy heard cassidy rummaging around in her closet, obviously looking for something to wear. was she aware that there was an unwritten dress code for these things? like tommy usually walked around town with a fucking sweater tied around his neck. everyone at these things pretended they lived in the hamptons. sometimes you just had to play the game. when she came out, she told him he looked like a moron. he scoffed. "coming from the person who is expecting the paparazzi out side of the house." he pulled himself from her bed. "when are you going to realize you are no one in valkyrie?" it was harsh, and tommy didn't care. he had the sneaking suspicion that his step-sister was tough skinned and it rolled off her back as easily as if she told him that.
he glared at the back of her head when she called him thomas. that name was such a four letter word to him. he really hated when anyone called him thomas. it was his father's name. and before that, his grandfather's. two people he never really wanted to be associated. it was bad enough they all had the same last name, but to have the same first name was pretty much unbearable. it was so pompous of them to think that they were so important to name their children after them. they weren't kings, so they needed to sit down and shut the fuck up. the name he insisted on being called was sort of a childish name, but when you've been called that since you were little, it stuck with you. and as much as he hated his real mother for killing herself and abandoning him, she started calling him that, so, he still liked it. "when will you get it, sister? it's tommy. your mouth is already dirty. why dirty it more with my father's name?" he smirked and side-glanced at her. then he followed her out of the bedroom and down the hall, looking for the their parents and seeing if they were done yet.
when they got to the kitchen, a few seconds later, thomas and charlotte entered together too. "oh, good," thomas said. "everyone's here, let's go." tommy noticed that charlotte gave her daughter the obvious up/down look. "you are wearing that?" thomas looked at his watch and put a hand on charlotte's shoulder. "charlotte, she looks fine. we don't want to be late." tommy narrowed his eyes at his father. was he attempting to look like the 'cool' step father? if he was tommy was seeing through the bullshit, and since cassidy was just as sharp as he, she probably did too. it still felt a little weird as now the 'family' of four went into the garage and got into the car. tommy had been so use to just going with his father to these things. then a year ago, he was doing it with charlotte once she married his father. now charlotte's daughter was living here too, so she was being carted around to these family events. tommy had secretly always wanted a family a real one. with a dad, a mom, some siblings. just not like this.
the drive was maybe five minutes. if tommy didn't want to start sweating, he would have suggested they just walk. the house was big and beautiful, just as one would expect it to look like. he could see the money spilling out of all the windows. tommy recognized the house as the grimwald's. one of those families that had been in valkyrie forever, had perfect kids, perfect house, perfect family, perfect pee when they pissed. nauseating as it may be, tommy was relieved it was here. they had kids. especially, a son and daughter his age. twins to be exact and they were probably already looking nervously at the clock wondering when the drug dealer was going to come. they got out of the car and thomas gave the keys to a valet boy. tommy looked at cassidy. "so, tell me sister, do you think we should get the grimwald kids high before or after brunch?"
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Post by Cassidy Slade on Aug 11, 2010 17:58:05 GMT -6
-----------------------------------------------------------NOVEMBER, 2007. LATE MORNING. BRUNCH IN THE VALKS. [/size] -----------------------------------------------------------[/color][/center] - - - SHE HATED EVERYTHING [/b][/font] these people stood for. all of it. 'these people' being the ones she was currently forced to live with. how much had she sweat that argument? all cassidy slade seemed to be doing lately was hating on how much life in valkyrie sucked. well, it was true. she hated it. the town itself wouldn't be so bad if the woman who drowned all her attractiveness with plastic surgery didn't keep her here. that woman with too much botox, too-blonde hair, and really big lips. so, half of the married women living here? well, yeah. this one in particular, charlotte slade. her mother. the woman she liked to slowly kill with her eyes. she was the reason she hated this quaint little coastal city so much. see, if she had been able to come to valkyrie on her own terms, it would have been a much lovelier place. she could have gone to the places she wanted to, hung out with people she didn't deem platonic diseases. it would be nice to film a little indie flick here; with its postcard beaches and pretty people. not that this little fantasy would ever be the circumstance. instead, indie darling cassidy slade had fallen off the edge of the map. she was apparently living in valkyrie, california, with her mother and her new family. a new family she would have been pleased to simply let continue living on without her presence. how mcuh easier would that have been? she could tell the perfect little tragedy, her new step-brother tommy, would be fine with those arrangements. he seemd to own this little bubble. and she knew he didn't like to share. please, give the bleach-haired drug dealer his wishes - let him continue living without any added annoyances. she'd be happy to oblige. but, since when does anyone here get what they want? think about it. thomas ambrose probably wanted to cheat on his wife. charlotte the barbie wanted to max out credit cards without worrying about anyone at home. tommy wanted to do whatever he did. and cas, well, she just wanted to be anywhere but here. no one was getting what they really wanted. fucking purgatory. it was like a disease...it spread to the people who chose to live here, too. and they continued to play this little game. when would they realize that there as no audience who was interested anymore? today's little game being on the day of eternal rest - some charity brunch at someone else's big, empty house. cardigans and pastels, and the rebellious girl in the gray dress and bad attitude. no one wanted that. including her. it was nice to wear something other than leather jackets and jean shorts, really. she used to dress up all the time, what with all the parties she dragged herself to. valkyrie had turned cassidy into something of a slob. another negative to living here, mommy. oh right. where were we? she had just exited her closet, wearing said gray dress. turning to look at herself in the mirror across from her messy bed, cas placed her hands on her narrow hips, tilting her head to the side. her shoes were pastel. does that count? looking at tommy, who continued to pollute her room with his presence, in the mirror, she merely rolled her eyes at his words. "and you're trying to impress a ken doll." placing her sunglasses atop her head, she turned to look at him before leaving the room. "i knew that the moment i got here, brother dear. so don't let me rain on your small-town parade." the banter between the two of them was growing increasingly comfortable, she was beginning to realize. he obviously had a bare-it-all outlook on life. and judging by the amount of rumours swirling around about him, he played that with his words, as well. years in hollywood had taught cas to be just as tough and selfish - who else would care about you if you don't? so if he insisted on being amusingly rude and sarcastic... feeling his eyes on the back of her head as she looked out into the hallway, she smirked. "when will you get it, sister? it's tommy. your mouth is already dirty. why dirty it more with my father's name?" "am i giving you too much credit? i thought you knew i get everything. i just ignore it." looking over her shoulder briefly, she smiled condescendingly at him. the exact reason she continuously called him thomas was because she knew it made his blood boil. where's the fun in life if you don't annoy people a little? and she thought he understood her. "my mouth has long grown immune to toxins, thank you." wandering down the hallway, her heels clicking loudly on the hardwood, she straightened up considerably. the only thing that annoyed her more than her mother was when her mother was pointing out the obvious. honestly, intelligence must skip a generation with the slade family. from what she remembered, her grandmother was only slightly brighter than her daughter. not saying much, i guess. rolling her eyes as she heard the other clicker-clackering enter the kitchen, cas quickly plastered her best sunday smile as she turned to find her mother and step-father joining them. big happy family, right? her smile only twisted into a smirk when she felt her mother looking at her appearance. when did the woman not want to try to make her feel bad about herself? truth, cas had long stopped caring what she thought. still, she looked down at herself with furrowed eyebrows. "charlotte, she looks fine. we don't want to be late." she watched as tommy narrowed his eyes at his father. she didn't like him anymore than she liked her own mother - the obvious hatred from son to father, however, gave her great entertainment. "thank you, thomas." smiling sweetly at her mother, cas gave tommy the same smile before following her step-father out to the garage. he was just less annoying than her mother, that's all. remember when she pointed out she hated everything these people were about? well, it wasn't getting proven wrong anytime soon. this...place, where the brunch was held, was just as disgustingly montorous as the ambrose estate. what was it? the grimwald estate. uh yeah, love the name. snorting lightly at the scene was the quickly unravelling before her, cas arched an eyebrow before slipping her sunglasses over her eyes. any judgements made about these old money types...they officially weren't uncalled for. they were all true. everyone was so sickly perfect, with their cardigans and pastels. girls her own age pranced around in florals and mary janes. right. the venomous glances she got as they walked by, however, told her that they were about as legit as tommy. was there an ounce of reality in this place? "so, tell me sister, do you think we should get the grimwald kids high before or after brunch?" see what i mean? glancing at their parents as they stepped off, cas rolled her eyes again. "you really are the man, tommy. taking someone along for your little adventures." looking around the yard for these apparent grimwald kids, she shrugged. not that she was picky. "i don't even care. before. right now."[/size][/blockquote] ----------------------------------------------------------- STATUS, complete.
TAGGED, tas !
LENGTH, 1247 words.
ATTIRE, hurrr.
NOTES, laaaate</3
CREDITS, format and graphics to me.
lyrics to 30 seconds to mars - "kings and queens"
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