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Post by Wesley "Wes" Sutton on Sept 9, 2010 10:15:01 GMT -6
 WESLEY "WES" SUTTONVALKYRIE, CALIFORNIA, THE SHAKS, JANUARY 2008[/font][/center] -----he could swear than he still felt the heave of the boat as he lay in bed. his curly brunette hair splayed out on the pillow as he lay face down, enjoying the endless sleep. "wake up! wake up! wake up!" okay so maybe the rocking wasn't coming from fond memories on deck. and to think he came back to valkyrie for rest and relaxation. "too. early" wes muttered into the pillow, a involuntary woosh of air leaving his lungs as the weight of his youngest sister plopped down onto his back. "come on you lazy bum. you just got home. we need to hang." he felt little fingers rustling his hair, of course pushing his head further into the material of the pillow. "um, suffocating." he said with a chuckle as he dragged his arms beneath his body and suddenly lifted up on his hands and toes. it looked as if he was levitating. apparently he'd caught carly off guard as she stumbled to the floor, catching herself with her hands as she landed in a pile of wes' dirty laundry. "ew grubby hands. those aren't clean you know." carly shot up, brushing her hands on her pant legs as wes flopped over onto his back, his bare chest warming as sunlight hit the gleaming, nearly opalescent, white skin. that always made wes laugh. he was white right? well while his sisters both liked to tan, and probably did so regularly, and while his older brother looked a decent shade of caucasian, something about wes just made him lucky. he liked to refer to his skin tone as uber white. though he was out on a ship's deck for all hours of the day and/or night, he was still bundled head to toe in rain guard gear, sweatshirts, and other such layers. there was no time for tanning, even if there were opporunities for the occasional half-naked prank.
-----it was funny how much wes actually missed the boat when he was away. nothing compared to the trust and the bond he had with his family, it was true, but everyone around him always seemed to see him as the prankster, the joker, the guy you never take seriously. it would only take a straight face for his family to know he was being serious. but back on the talia gates? on that boat he was admired. he was the kid who came in as a snot nosed eighteen year old kid with no set plans for the future who had worked his ass off and worked his way up the ranks -and away from that dreaded greenhorn ranking- to become a full fledged deckhand. it was like that boat was second nature to him. at every moment in time he was aware of where his shipmates were. he knew exactly where the hatch was for the crab tanks, where the pot would be emptied, where he had to stand when a pot was being unloaded. it was practically the same thing as breathing by now and he loved it. five years aboard the same ship, through economic hell and everything. he'd kept his job. he kept coming back for more, and he kept bringing in the money his family so desperately needed. it hadn't been this bad since before carly had gotten pregnant, but wes would never say that out loud. back then the kids were ready to get out and make a life for themselves. nate was in los angeles doing whatever he did best, penny was waitress-ing but she was working on applications and scholarships to get out and go to college, and wes had already found his...well his calling you could say. he'd yet to find anything that fit any better than crabbing. anyways, a few years back the only kids charles and emilia sutton were supporting were their two girls. times were easier and they had needed less and less support from wes and nate. then all hell broke loose.
-----now with the job loss, the move, and the buying a "new" house in valkyrie, the suttons were back in the weeds again. it was something they kept from the seventeen year old troublemaker, but that didn't make it any less true. wes smiled up at his sister as she pretended to shield her eyes from his white-ness. "careful with those. you could blind somebody." wes only smirked and tossed his pillow at her, catching it full-on in the face not a moment later. "come on already. breakfast's up." well why hadn't she said so before? wes pulled back the sheets, grabbed a clean, white undershirt and slipped it on before he followed the sound of his sister's footsteps into the kitchen. he had to, it wasn't like he knew his way around. this new place was going to take some getting used to. temperate climate, bikini clad women walking the sidewalks, little foofy dogs who had their owners on a tight leash when really the owners figured it was the other way around. this place was like something out of the mind of dr. suess. it was wacky as hell. you certainly didn't see that kind of thing in alaska. he found his way to the kitchen, smiling as he spotted penny on her way out the door. looks like breakfast had been made a while ago and he'd slept right through it. he grabbed a plate and filled it with a few pancakes and some bacon. he sat down at the kitchen table, happily taking a bite. "so, you got anything planned today?" he heard carly ask from behind him. "well i had intended on sleeping in." he rolled his eyes as a loud scoff sounded right before he felt a light slap to the back of the head. "well i think i'm going to go take a drive to the beach. not like i haven't seen enough ocean, but at least i could swim in this one without dying of hypothermia."
-----he could joke about it here and now, but in reality falling overboard was one of the biggest risks on a crab boat next to say, a three ton pot falling off the dogs and using your frail little body as a cushion for it's impact. still, he loved the ocean and hanging out there wouldn't be a bad way to introduce yourself to a new city, at least not in wes' opinion. "ooh sounds like fun. enjoy yourself." wes bit into a slice of bacon, it sticking out of his mouth as he turned to look at carly. "well i figured you'd be jumping at the chance to get out of here. not so much?" she shook her head and wes shrugged. alone it was. he finished up his breakfast and went to his room to change, he grabbed something simple, something that didn't scream "NEW TO TOWN!!!" he grabbed the keys to the squat little dark green 2002 honda accord he picked up really cheap. god bless the internet. you could do just about anything you really needed to do from the confines of your home, or say a crab boat? wes had found a car, checked it out online, talked to the owner via email, and set up a time and place to pick it up all before the boat had even headed for port. it seemed as though the wonders of technology would never cease. it was a cheap thing, rusting around the edges and all that, but wes wouldn't be around that much to use it. he figured if anything he could share the car with his siblings, seeing as how they would get the greater use out of it. the only modern piece of the car was a brand new attachable GPS. he hopped in the car and headed out god knows where. there was no real destination in mind, just the general beach. he'd heard his sister saying something about a boardwalk or a pier in one of their conversations and decided that that sounded like a great place to start. it didn't take him long to get there, the morning sun just beginning to peak out above the roofs of the stores dotting the boardwalk. ten a.m. was a pretty good enough time to him to take a walk.
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Post by Willow "Billy" Friis on Sept 18, 2010 20:21:22 GMT -6
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------ Jeg ved, jeg ved mama." I know, I know, mama. Willow Lane Friis spoke in her families first language of Danish. She was the first kid born on United States soil in her entire family, although certainly not the last. Although she was the last in her immediate family. She just happened to be one of five, she's the youngest AND the only girl, so, that made it fun. It amused her that when her parents decided to move the Seattle, Washington, all the way from Copenhagen, Denmark, literally the entirety of the Friis family clan had to follow them over seas. The plane coming over was practically nine tenths full of their family and their family alone. She was speaking into her mother at the very moment through her new BlackBerry. Billy, Willow's nickname since childhood, kept in close contact with her family at all times. Especially her mother, at least too the common American families standards. Over the phone Billy talked to her mother at least three times a week, sometimes more. She spoke to her brothers once a week. She sometimes was forced into participating in phone trains between her Aunts, uncles, cousins, grandmother, grandfather, everyone and their children. And she saw them... ALL of them at least once a month, if not two or three times a month. And she lived a good 17 hour drive away. So yeah, fair amount of family time for someone who lived a good day's drive away. And to Billy's family? It was not nearly enough. If it were up to them, Billy would still be living at home. "Jeg er bekymret over dem, honning." I worry about you honey. Billy nodded into the phone as if her mother could see her. "Man vil altid bekymret for mig.." You're always worried about me.. She replied calmly.
------ And it was true. Her mother seemed to think Billy was made of glass. Billy was never normal. She was never well adjusted. She was too... advanced for that. Willow Friis was born special. For some reason she was able to remember most everything in vivid detail. Her brain caught onto things quicker. Her mind calculated problems faster. Her social skills were few to none. And ever since she was a kid she felt weird, different. I know that everyone seems to feel different at some point in their lives but with Billy it was like... it was like she was more different than the normal amount of differences, you know? She had never fit in with anyone her own age. And barely fit in with anyone older. Or younger. In fact, Billy once thought she was from another planet. Okay okay, come on, give her credit, she was a young kid. She just felt so foreign compared to everything and everyone around her and she didn't understand how everyone would say she was smart as if it were a good thing and yet the kids at school seemed to hate her and she convinced herself that it was because she didn't belong there. She wasn't meant for these people but part of a whole different and fantastical world. I guess it just helped her cope with being different. Everyone deals in a different way right? Her way had caused a lot of problems for her parents though. Young Billy was angry and vocal. she was hurtful to her father, saying he wasn't her real father, that he was to average to handle her. And for a long time, her parents didn't know how to handle, but they were unknowingly doing everything right the whole time. They showered her with love and acceptance. It just took some time for that all to set in with her.
------ And thank the heavens it did, otherwise where would she be right now. Billy liked where she was right now. She was never one to have much desire for a social life, she was always more career and goal orientated, which was good because the twenty two year old was desperately lacking in that department. As for career, she wanted to eventually be a Museum Curator at a natural History museum. Thanks to her very impressive resumé she was able to get a position usually people in their 30s would get and the was a job as the Section Head of Astronomy and Xenoarchaeology and Assistant Curator at Valkyrie Museum of Natural History. That job was why she had to move so far from Seattle. Have to go where the job's open right? Anyways, she had only just been shown around the Museum by the old Assistant Curator and met the Head Curator on Thursday. The place was beautiful and everything was very exciting, she couldn't wait until she actually began to work. She officially started on Monday, just two days away. She actually had butterflies in her stomach with anticipation which was very strange for Billy. She was usually fairly confident and self reliant in any and all situations. Part of who she was. She had been cooped up in her new home, a small house in a very nice neighborhood cleaning all day Friday and unpacking a bunch. She was no where near finished though. But her cats, Sir Ector and Igraine were settled in already.
------ Billy had decided she needed to get out and breath so she had gone for a walk alongside the beach. She had never been to a Californian beach before. Only to the beaches of La Push, which were incredible but not nearly so... classically scenic, if you get my meaning. "De ved, at jeg var gift og gravide, da jeg var deres alder." You know I was married and pregnant by the time I was your age. Billy laughed slightly, "They do things a bit differently now, mama." Billy replied switching into English with a small Danish accent as she stuck her free hand into her pocket as she walked along the pier, wind blowing, a slight chill in the air but still warmed by the sunshine. "Yes but you don't even date. Work work work, you'll drive yourself mad" Her mother replied hastily over the phone, her Danish accent extremely thick. Billy knew she didn't date, she wanted to get married and do the whole family thing eventually but for now? She felt too young. Even younger than 22 seeing as she had only ever been kissed once. What? I told you she didn't socialize much. She worked. "I want grandkids, min pige." (my girl) Her mother continued. "Seks! har man allerede seks." six, you already have six. Which was true. Billy was the Aunt of six children of varying ages of one to ten. Og? And? Billy laughed again slightly, rolling her eyes as turned in her walking slightly to go towards the railing, "Farvel, mor. Jeg elsker dem" Goodbye mom, love you. Billy gently pulled the phone down from her ear after her mother said she loved her too. She slid the blackberry into her front pocket and leaned out onto the railing watching the waves hit the shore.
------ It really was beautiful here. She missed the rolling hills of Seattle Bay and she would miss the rain, but no one could deny this beach was beautiful on a partially cloudy saturday morning. She gave the waves a small smile and kept her eyes on them as she began to walk again, which turned out to be a bad idea as she ended up bumping shoulders with a fairly tall curly haired man. "Excuse me, sorry." she said giving a awkward smile, "It was the waves' faults." before turning back around and continuing on.
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CREDITS;; format stolen from lainey, with a little tweaking by me
LYRICS;; "fuzzy blue lights" by owl city
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Post by Wesley "Wes" Sutton on Sept 19, 2010 9:47:35 GMT -6
WESLEY "WES" DANIEL SUTTONVALKYRIE, CALIFORNIA, THE SHAKS, JANUARY 2008 [/font][/center] -----was this necessarily the life wes had expected when he was a child and parents and other adults has asked him what he'd want to be doing? um, well no. his job wasn't something one would consider all that normal. it wasn't the kind of job you'd find at the job fair in your local high school gymnasium. it was a dangerous job at best. something that came with a fifty percent change of a death certificate wasn't something people wanted to highlight, until now. the talia gate was one of the many crab ships that were hosting a camera crew. wes was pretty sure that was a little something extra that a few years ago would not have been expected. about four or five years back the talia gate's captain had been approached by a few documentarians who wanted to place a crew on the boat to document one of the most dangerous jobs in the world. thinking it was going to be nothing the captain agreed with the stipulation that the crew never get in the way of the work being done on the boat. it had been wes' first year on the boat and the camera crews flocked to him. they loved to watch the initiation process, watching to see how a newbie to the field would handle themselves and all that. wes of course took to the job like a natural but they still had a tenancy to highlight him as much as they did with the captain. still what was supposed to be just one year's documentary wound up becoming a full blown show on television. people took to the documentary like ducks to water and it became so popular that they did so again on the next crab season with more boats, etc. they liked to compare the "plight of the greenhorn" and see which kids would last on which boats. of that year wes was the only greenhorn to come back. that had been almost had a decade ago and they were still there, taping away and capturing the stories of wes, his crew mates, and the other crews in the fleet.
-----was it a bother? not necessarily. aside from a few spills and such no one had really gotten that injured while the cameras were rolling. camera crews had become like just another part of the fishing crew. one big happy family. for wes, whatever fame could possibly be made from being on camera wasn't important to him. he was a fisherman first and foremost from the minute his feet touched that deck to the minute he stepped onto the docks to head home. the small interviews and all that were fine, but when the pots came around and it was time to work, they hardly existed. of course camera crews being on deck did not make his life easy at home. calls from home weren't so frequent on a fishing boat. because the time frame for open seasons wasn't very big, you had to focus on the task ahead of you in order to get your quota, get your money, and feed your family. so by the time the boat got the green light it was usually all business. there weren't many lulls in time so calling home wasn't all that often. still when you were able to call home, it made it easier to lie. it wasn't to say that wes lied through his teeth on a daily basis. he didn't. he certainly didn't like doing so to his family. but he always knew that telling them the truth about what happened on that boat was enough to give his mother a heart attack. wes always planned it perfectly. he'd tell his family one little, white lie when he got the infrequent calls on the boat and by the time the show aired on television, wes would be in the living room with his family. so by the time his mother saw a pot falling off the frozen dogs, about a foot from his feet, well he could just look over at her with a sorry expression and say "look at me, i'm fine, home safe, yada yada yada." and ease the worry. a fishing boat wasn't safe to begin with, everyone in his family knew that by now. wes was just thankful that a lot of the mishaps on that boat never made it to air. how in the hell would his mother ever be able to sleep at night if she really knew the deal?
-----it was hard to forget the life on a boat, even when his feet were on solid ground. something felt like home on that wooden planked deck with a huge, hollow tank beneath your feet. it was a boat, plain and simple, but it really felt like wes' own little niche. coming back to solid land almost felt unfamiliar and foreign, more so now that his family had relocated to some whole new place in general. california was no keizer, and wes said that with the greatest sense of enjoyment, but at the same time this was a place completely unfamiliar on it's own. it was a new town, new state for that matter, and would take some getting used to. still he got similar feelings after his first crabbing season, stepping back into keizer. something had been off and just hadn't felt right. it was like his body just knew that this wasn't the kind of place for him. california would just take some getting used to he assumed, but he would really hate if this place ended up feeling the same way keizer did. already he knew the place was different. gossip still mattered around these parts but the whole town didn't thrive on it like the battery of the entire town. no gossip may have been popular here but life still went on, people still cared about other things. plus the place was too big to be weirdly concerned with the lives of other people. there was something different about this place, almost like apples and oranges. though keizer and valkyrie were still "fruit" they were both different in very important ways. already it seemed as though carly had flourished. his mother and father were in places where people wouldn't oust them for the mistakes of their daughter. maybe valkyrie was a decent place after all. it would just take some getting used to. that was wes' own little challenge. everyone else seemed to have taken to this place like a fish to water, he would too. at some point.
-----being so close to a big body of water helped. honestly if he believed in it, wes would have thought himself some kind of sea creature in another life. funny thing was he hadn't really realized it until he'd started crabbing. ever since then the water had just been a second home. it must have been the underlying reason why he'd ended up at the pier so early in the morning. the familiar salt spray, the cooler air, the only thing that separated this ocean from the one he was used to was the frigid temperatures and well...crab. he looked over the railing, watching the waves passing by on their short trip to the shore. it made him smile. never in keizer had he been so close to the ocean. this certainly put valkyrie in a bit more favor than his old home town. he was brought back to reality by a slight bump to the shoulder and turned in time to see a head of golden blond hair brushing past him. "yeah the waves can do that." he said, his brow furrowing slightly. whoever she was, she kept on walking and fast. "well if you're going to accost me with your shoulder shouldn't i at least get your name?" he smirked slightly. wes was a cheerful guy, even if people found it hard to take him seriously later on. "it's the least you could do to make it feel better." he was in no way a charmer so his words didn't come across as flirting. more like a sad attempt to cheer someone up whom he'd never met. but what the hell right? what'd he really have to lose.
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Post by Willow "Billy" Friis on Oct 2, 2010 10:54:41 GMT -6
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------ Life for Billy Friis was never the hardest thing in the world to work through. Not that her life was easy so to speak, that wasn't it. It was just... she had always had a loving family, even if sometimes she felt alone with them. She had never been abused or attacked. She didn't have some long, tragic sob story. What she did have was an extreme version of something far more relatable on the wide scale. The feeling of being different. Let us be honest here. Everyone in the world, EVERYONE has at one point in their life felt strange, out of place, down right weird. Like no one understood them, like no one ever could. And that was it for Billy. Her brain was wired differently. When most people heard panda bear they think of China, or Endangered, or CUTE! But when Billy hears Panda bear she thinks of Pirates because when she was a kid she went through a phase of loving pirates. A phase she really has never come out of. Anyways, she had wanted a parrot. It did not have to be a real parrot, she wanted a toy or stuffed animal that was a parrot but she really wanted one. She asked all year, saying that was what she wanted for the Christmas of her sixth year of being but instead she was given a stuffed panda bear on Christmas morning. He was still adorable and she loved him and she had decided to make it work and therefore the little panda bear was named Petey, the-wanna-be-parrot-panda-bear-pirate. She has a weird thing for tongue twisters too. I guess Petey was not the point but he was a shallow example of her mind as a kid. Panda Bear = pirates.
------ It was lonely. Surrounded by loving family she felt so alone all the time. Her family had never known how to handle her. Billy never knew how to handle herself. But she did like who she was, for the most part. Or at least she thought so. It was just that she had never understood why people disliked her. She was intelligent. American Society especially actually deems intelligence as a good thing. It was something to aspire to, after all, it was how to get ahead. Being called "retarded" was considered an insult. So why wasn't she more popular? it didn't make any sense to her. Wouldn't she be considered better them by societies standards then seeing as her IQ blew their's all out of the water? Her brother Bruin. He was the closest of her older four brothers in age to her. But probably the furthest emotionally. He never seemed to like her very much. He loved her, she knew that. He was always protective of her but he didn't like her as a person. She doubted that was uncommon in her family. Alone in a sea of people right? At least that was how she felt. Billy's whole family loved her and to say they disliked her was unfair of her. Bruin is resentful of her. He was the closest in age, only a year older but he was always turned away as a kid because their parents were so worried about dealing with Billy and her issues. All his older brothers seemed close to his father to some level, and Billy was practically glued to their father's leg but when he died, Bruin felt as thought a man he kind of knew died. It sounds horrible. He grieved but not because he would miss what they had but now there was no chance for him to ever get to know him. Bruin resented Billy for that. No matter how many times she might try with him. He had a wall built to her. He loved her but in his eyes, she's the reason he didn't get to know his father before he died. He was always too busy dealing with Billy and her ability to be good at everything. OOoo what a horrible curse.
------ Brother issues aside... Bruin and her would get into fights when they were kids. Now that they're both older they have learned to hold it down and be civil to each other during family events. A hug and honest hellos but throughout the night they just didn't spend much time talking to one another. But during the fights when they were kids, he was angry with her because she accused him of cheating after she lost a board game to him. Billy never lost so she figured he must of done something. The problem was that it was the game of Sorry, not Monopoly. And while there is a little bit of skill in Sorry, it is primarily a game of chance. Bruin just ended up getting all the better cards, that's not his fault. She had even been the one to shuffle. She was eleven though and she didn't understand. She hadn't changed the way she was playing, the game hadn't changed the rules and yet for the first time she lost. So... she thought he must of have changed something for it to work. He had said something as that 12 year old boy that changed her. He told her that was why they could never play together. When something goes wrong, its not just life dealing a bad hand, and it's never ever something she's done, it's always someone else's fault. And that when, on the rare occasions she's not good at something, something must be wrong. She didn't understand it then. She didn't understand it now. It was about her largest character flaw. She was so used to understanding academic issues right away. She was so used to getting the trick of any game or sport right of the bat that when she didn't, she automatically thinks something must be wrong with her instruction or the equipment. It can't be her.
------ It is not as though she thinks this way for selfish purposes. Billy has never been a big fan of herself. No, its because her brain works too logically. If Billy tries something new about 90% of the time she is very good at it, very quickly. So there is a higher probability of her being good at it than bad. All works by logic when it comes to her own world. Then she travels the world and visits a tribe in India with customs most American's would be repulsed by and Billy can take part without flinching, whether it's as simple as getting henna or eating giant beetles. Back in the United States though, the different sort of blonde was walking on the pier of a beautiful beach and could not stop her brain from watching the teenagers and young adults all interacting so relaxed with each other. She supposed she should be envious. "well if you're going to accost me with your shoulder shouldn't i at least get your name?" Billy slowed as she heard the voice of the man she had bumped into. She stopped and looked at him before kind of looking near him but not focused on anything as she scanned her mind quickly... "I am pretty sure that's not a common American social practice." She said plainly after a moment. She looked up as if checking in her mind, yep pretty sure all a small bump needs is an apology in common American culture. "it's the least you could do to make it feel better." Billy looked at his shoulder sort of worried, "Did I actually hurt it? I'm sorry. I didn't think I had hit it that hard." She paused for a moment before extending her hand, "But my name's Billy, although I don't see how that would help with physical pain."
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Post by Wesley "Wes" Sutton on Oct 3, 2010 19:09:10 GMT -6
WESLEY "WES" DANIEL SUTTONVALKYRIE, CALIFORNIA, THE SHAKS, JANUARY 2008 [/font][/center] -----family was ever important in the sutton house, and with good cause to be. when one of your own practically gets lynched in the only home town you've ever known, well it tends to bring a family together. the sad part of it all? he wasn't referring to carly's pregnancy mishap. carly hadn't been more than a tiny fetus in his mother's womb when their grandfather ellison sutton collapsed at that family dinner. she hadn't been alive to see just how much the people of keizer had turned on them. even as a small, three year old little boy, wes was able to tell the difference. everything changed. days that had once consisted of day care at some really good place that liked to do weekly field trips and cooked really good food turned into staying with one of the kind neighbors who would take care of all three children for very little price. the once weekly family get-togethers had dissipated into nothingness. other suttons moved away in shame, trying to shake off their past to make a new start somewhere else. basically everything wes had known and loved had changed right before his very eyes. it was then that things within the community really changed. the family that had been in such high regard for decades had fallen. instead of hiding their opinion about it and just letting the family recuperate on their own, the townsfolk took to watching them like hawks, charles and emilia's family in particular. they were the youngest family of suttons with the most to lose, the one family who had stuck around despite being completely destitute. but the way they saw the suttons changed. they didn't look up to them any more, instead they pitied them. from the moment the news went around hours after ellison's funeral, people began to pity them. the entire town's view of the suttons had changed and even though the townspeople never said it out loud, they watched just hoping that the family would stumble and fall apart.
-----wes had a bit of a sense of resentment toward that town. even if things had gotten better over time and people had stopped watching them with their breaths held, it was still a bit ridiculous. the kids weren't looked down upon, but they were watched just as much as the family as a whole was watched. elementary, middle, and high school had turned into these little mini-keizers. the kids were moderately nice, it was a high school after all, but they all watched to see what would happen to the sutton kids. being put under a microscope wasn't fun but after being there for so long it was something the entire family had gotten used to. they no longer made a point to smile like nothing was wrong as they walked home from the bus stop. they no longer kept their heads down avoiding eye contact in the hope that it would deter people from talking to them about the family issues. they just went about their lives. it wasn't like the suttons were celebrities either. they weren't regarded like some of those famous folk you'd see walking around in hollywood. they were more like the lindsay lohans of keizer. you didn't watch to see her recuperate and make a movie, you watched in the hopes that you'd see her at the lowest point in her downfall. the same happened to the family.
-----it wasn't so bad though. being watched like ants in an ant farm brought the family together. they'd sit around the living room while eating dinner, the television off, just talking about some of the ridiculous comments or assumptions made about them that day. carly and penny were joined at the hip like sisters should be despite the fact that they were six years apart in age. nate was the responsible one who liked to stick up for everyone but really he was just doing his part to make sure they all stuck together and wes, well wes was the jokester. even within his own family wes was the one who kept things light and carefree. he was the one who would say or do something that would fizzle out a serious moment and really just bring the family back to their roots. the kind of little shock and awe moments needed when a family needed to remember that they were indeed a family. that was what wes was good for. and he never minded. he didn't have a problem with being the one to never be considered serious because quite frankly being serious was a drag. nate always seemed to be so down in the dumps. all the responsibility weighing down on his shoulders made him grumpy now and then and that wasn't something wes looked for. he liked not having to worry about life and he made sure never to do so. look at him now. wes was making really good money for a guy in his early twenties and where was it going? it wasn't going toward some fantastic car or some outlandish house. it was going to his family because as it stood in this very moment his family needed the money more than he did. when that changed, then would come the serious moment when wes needed to sit down with his folks and tell them that things needed to change. he wasn't a hog about the cash he was raking in. he figured if anything it went toward the best cause imaginable. his job was dangerous and if it ever did claim his life he would have been happier knowing that it went to his family as opposed to any whims he might have spending-wise.
-----really, would his life feel well spent if all he was blowing money on were drinks in froofy nightclubs and hot cars that were designed to reel in some tail? wes couldn't even imagine himself wanting that kind of life. he was a beer kind of guy and the clubs around these parts gave him headaches. besides a hot car wasn't on his agenda. he wanted something that would get him from here to there and the ratty little number he'd just bought was good enough for that. plain. simple. done. he still felt good about himself though. all in all he knew what he was doing at the moment and that was enough to satisfy wes. you could definitely call him a person that could roll with the punches. speaking of punches, his shoulder was in itself, fine. the petite blond who had bumped him was a minute little thing who looked as though she couldn't hurt a fly if she could. there wasn't much sense in her hurting his poor, fragile shoulder and that much was clear on her face. it seemed like she didn't get the brunt of the joke, as though her mind was reeling trying to decipher how she might have hurt him and that just made wes chuckle that much more. he wasn't used to having an audience who didn't understand his jokes. looked like some alterations were going to have to be made. "no you're right. it's not all that common a practice. but are you one of those kind of people who likes to go with the flow or do you like being different?" wes cocked an eyebrow at her in a very small attempt at a challenge. at least she was talking right? he took her hand as she extended it, faking an exaggerated wince. "no i suppose i'm fine. i just wanted to know you're name." he chuckled though, couldn't help himself. "but i have to admit, i am feeling better now."
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Post by Willow "Billy" Friis on Oct 13, 2010 10:49:03 GMT -6
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------ I think California is the last place in the world anyone would have expected Willow Friis to end up. Billy is pretty much the anti-California in her head. Physically I suppose no one would really doubt it. I mean, she was blonde, blue eyed, thin. On the level of physical appearance, Billy definitely looked like a Californian but once she opened her mouth she was anything but. Honestly, if Billy could work and live any in the country, it would be the east coast. Washington DC at the Smithsonian. Talk about the best job in the world. But it would take a long time and a lot of preparation before she would ever be at that level. She may be smart but curating was a job built not only off of degrees but of experience. Billy was young and therefore people kept her at an arms length when it came to careers. It didn't matter is she was smarter than them in the terms of books and memorization because she was not as intelligent in terms of experience and maturity. Billy knew that, admitted it and accepted it. In fact she preferred that. It meant that when she was eventually a curator, she would have a secure job pretty much. She wouldn't have to worry about them bringing in some new kid, fresh out of college to replace her. She liked knowing that she would have that security to look forward to in the future. Many others weren't granted such a comfort. She was simply hopeful for the future. She always was. Except for when she was a kid. But in her young adult life? The future looked marvelous, partially because she envisioned it on the East coast in D.C. The capitol city just felt like home to her.
------ The first generation Danish girl felt more connected there. She had grown up West coast, feeling like a freak. Moving to the east coast... the memories she had there... they were wonderful. Maybe not wonderful to the eyes of others. She had only ever had one date and didn't have many friends but she had classmates and co-workers. She was not popular or "living it up" in the terms of normalized society but she wasn't been mocked to anywhere near the same extent. It felt nice. Even if she wasn't little miss popular, to not be known as the freak. The kids in the IV league on the east coast were used to the hyper intelligent and tended to be them themselves, or at least be the types driven enough to make themselves be one despite not having a natural born disposition to it such as Billy had. The one thing the east coast lacked was humor. Billy had a hard time sometimes understanding sarcasm unless she's the one using it, but the goofy innocent just for fun laughs that filled her family with life was lacking in the East. Hard work, high grades, competitive internship, they held these all in high regards and therefore even if Billy was not liked there, she was respected and honestly, that's more than enough for Billy to be happy, after all, she never really wanted to be a social butterfly. She liked her career, she lived for her job and what she could make for herself. The question that she would eventually have to deal with was: what should she do when her career dreams come true? When she has her dream job... then what?
------ To be honest, the idea of settling down with a family wasn't that frightening for Billy. At least not when she thinks of it in terms of the far future. Right now the idea terrified her. She didn't necessarily want the whole marriage, children, thing. She simple wasn't opposed to it. But it had to be after she got her job and after her life path was set and... after a very long courting arrangement. Truth was, that one date I mentioned she had gone on? yeah... it didn't go very well. She has had one kiss on that date, it was set up by on of her brothers. She hadn't wanted to go but she did. And she followed her brothers rules, no talking about area 51, don't bore him with random facts, never admit that you went to africa while getting your masters and ate rat. Let him do most the talking. It was hard for her. He was wrong about a lot of things but it did work, he seemed to like her and kissed her as he said goodnight. SHe kept her eyes open and felt weird about it. She gave him and awkward smile and nodded before rushing inside her apartment of the time. She hasn't been on a date sense. She didn't want to change herself for anyone. It was a strange thing. Billy didn't think she deserved to speak against certain types of people, she didn't think she deserved much but at the same time, she did truly like herself. She liked her brain, she liked her qualities that others may have found eccentric.
------ That didn't mean the feeling was that common. She intimidated people, but that's their problem, not hers. Billy looked at the man who now had her attention away from her walk. Based on his style of clothing and accent, he was definitely American. He was very tall. Good looking but in a less conventional kind of way. The converse styled shoe on an adult man indicated a youthful disposition, not necessarily a lack of maturity. That and the fact he was not phased by the idea that Americans did not usually require the names of those they bump into lightly, she could only deduce he was using some variant form of sarcasm. Tall, dark hair and with a sense of humor. At least, that's her snap judgment, people were always more complicated than that. But clothes do say things. Look at Billy's outfit for example. Conservative without being boring, loose fit top, indicating she's not too worried about finding a mate. Comfortable and casual but a bit classy with a touch of the bizarre in her skull bracelet one may not often see paired with the other articles in her wardrobe. But perhaps she was over thinking this. "no you're right. it's not all that common a practice. but are you one of those kind of people who likes to go with the flow or do you like being different?"
------ Billy couldn't help but smile a bit at his statement, "Doesn't matter if I like it or not. Today it is so normal to be abnormal there is no such thing as abnormality." She replied quoting the Exit of a King, with a small nod. She did like being different, but not because she was different. She simply liked who she was, even if everyone was like that, she would still like what she liked. She shrugged, "But it always helpful in social interactions to have at least a basic knowledge of the surrounding cultures primary practices." She added sort of matter of fact-ly. "No i suppose i'm fine. i just wanted to know you're name. But i have to admit, i am feeling better now." Billy nodded, "Right, well..." She paused not quite sure what to respond to with that. She shrugged once more and added, "Now I feel at a slight disadvantage. You know my name and I don't know yours."
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STATUS;; complete
TAGGED;; Bes!!
CREDITS;; format stolen from lainey, with a little tweaking by me
LYRICS;; "fuzzy blue lights" by owl city
CLOTHES;; classy, casual with a touch of anthro dork
NOTES;; its weird, the more i play her the more i realize she's a strange mixture of low self esteem and cockiness with a hint of narcissism.
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