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Post by HUNTER DOUGLAS ULRICH on Nov 26, 2012 17:29:57 GMT -5
Hunter Ulrich woke to familiar surroundings. As soon as his eyes focused, he began to evaluate the place he was in. The extremely white ceiling was nearly perfect which was also the case with the trim. As he continued to lie down completely undisturbed, Hunter began to notice that obviously this was the bedroom he was accustomed to opening his eyes to every morning. Although right now, it was clearly mid afternoon. His little nap must of went on longer than he had first expected. While this was his room for the past three years, it did not feel like home yet. The obvious difference between his room in California and here was that every morning he would wake up to a ceiling with yellow stains in many different places due to the apartments previous occupant's habit of smoking which, because of the smoke and the health issues, was illegal. That never did banish the stains he saw every time he looked up.
This room was larger than the whole apartment back in Burbank. He finally got tired of staring at the ceiling and decided to sit up. Sitting up, Hunter couldn't help feeling a little dizzy; the result of what he concluded was either a hangover, or sleep deprivation. Of course, at first glance the cleanliness of the room may have given it away that he were indeed in Maple Hollow and not back home in California, much like where he was in his dream. Hunter saw his nightstand clock flash 2:30 PM in bold red numbers. Last nights adventure must have taken more out of him than he thought. Caleb, Kennedy and himself actually went out and were able to have a good time together. He thought about waking Caleb up, but thought better of it. The last time he had tried to pry his friend out of bed before he was ready was devastating. From across the room he saw his bedroom door opened slightly, though the cause was undetermined.
Moments later a tiny sinking mass jumped onto his bed. A small stormy-colored cat stretched its lithe body atop the grand white comforter. A pink mouth smothered in breath as it yawned. Each paw flexed, their pruned claws grasping the miniscule hairs that scampered along the surface upon which it laid, tickling the gray pads useful for cushioned prances. Yellow eyes never opening, Hunter wondered absentmindedly where its owner was. His half sister loved to abandon the kitten in his room while she went around exploring the other rooms. As large as the manor was, his half sister had grown up her for fourteen years. How much more was there to discover?
Ding! At the sound of his smart phone going off, Hunter lifted his covers looking to find the blasted thing. Lifting the small rectangular iPhone up, he slide the bar across the screen. ’Hey, I’m at the front door’ Front door? Shit! Hunter tossed the covers off of himself, angering the cat in the process, and rushed over towards his mirror. Doing the best to fix his blonde cyclone of a mess hairstyle, he tossed some socks. How could he forget that he invited someone over today? Expertly navigating the halls and rushing down dozens of steps he finally arrived at the massive pair of doors leading to the front of the estate. Catching his breathe, he yanked open the double doors. ”Sorry for the wait. I forgot what time it was.” The boy moved out of the way so his guest could enter in to the main foyer.
NOTES: ULRICH HOUSE HUNTER’s ROOM BED VIEW
CAT
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Post by hound on Nov 27, 2012 22:16:53 GMT -5
"TELL MUMMY I'M SORRY,
THIS LIFE IS A PARTY"
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[/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/b][/center] The young man couldn’t pull himself out of bed before at least noon. Not lately. The young man had made himself out to be something… well, something else. He’d been up most of the night before, rocking out like nobody else. Hell, Makism had been on his own last night. There was something weird about flying solo when you’d been around your friends so often. All in the same… hell, it was good. The Russian man managed to have the time of his life. A little bit of E, a little bit of booze and all of a sudden you couldn’t remember the name of the man you woke up with.
The funny thing was, Makism only vaguely knew the name of the creature who he’d been cuddled up to. It was something attractive, and that worked well enough. A college kid that had come from somewhere with a hot accent that was within the alliance… that was all the fire ring leader needed to know. What was even more interesting? Apparently all they’d done was cuddle. That set the man’s mind at ease… hell, he wasn’t a slut. All Makism wanted was attention.
It was funny that the young man would be such an attention whore. He likes having eyes on him, he likes having someone to teach stuff to. The young man doesn’t have a problem doing what he needs to in order to fight his way to the top. The leader position wasn’t much of a fight, and he was hoping for a two term office, but there was other things. There would always be other things. Honestly, the creature wanted a boyfriend… finding one seemed to be harder than it fucking needed to be. Whatever.
He was supposed to meet Hunter around two, but it was generally accepted that Makism ran on his own time zone. Mostly it was ‘whatever the fuck time he felt like’ so… that worked. The display on his phone blinked 2:34 by the time he made his way up to the man’s front door. This place was fucking huge. It wasn’t like the Russian man hadn’t seen fucking huge before, but this was different. Makism adjusted his sunglasses in an attempt to keep the harshness of the sunlight away from his aching eyes. At least the aspirin was starting to do its job… finally.
The text he sends is lazy and he’s thankful for AutoCorrect. If it wasn’t for the phone picking up on his sloppy keystrokes he wouldn’t have gotten as far as he did. The young man rakes a hand through his hair, letting it fall willy nilly across his face. His bangs shade his eyes, threatening to eat his shades up entirely. He looks like a man that had himself a hell of a night, but what was new. He was out to have a good time… to party on. When in doubt party the fuck on.
Hunter appears at last to a small smirk from Makism. From what he could tell, Hunter had just gotten up. "Long night?" The Russian man smirks, eyeing Hunter softly as he steps softly into the entryway. His breath is taken away by the simple scale of the place, eyes going wide. Come to think of it, he hadn’t seen this place before as far as he could remember, at least in full light.
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Post by HUNTER DOUGLAS ULRICH on Nov 27, 2012 23:22:41 GMT -5
’Nice shirt,’ he thought, eyeing at the play on words with the coke logo. Grandma would just love to see him in that shirt. Just another thing she’d bitch to him about, even though he didn’t even dabble in the drug. ”You have no idea,” he said shutting the door and letting Maksim escape the cold of the Canadian winter. ”Caleb’s still passed out in the guestroom.” His best friend had shacked up in his home for the winter holiday. He wasn’t completely clear on the details of what kept his best friend away from his own family, but his door was open to the boy. The look on his Makism’s face was one Hunter had to deal with a lot. Most of his friends didn’t live the same life style Hunter had through his birth father. ”Talk about some major cash flushed down the toilet on this place right?”
The Ulrich fortune was not accumulated overnight. His now deceased Grandfather ran a successful energy company in Ontario, working the company into one of the top energy companies in the area. From there, Hunter’s father Garrett, with his huge financial backing began developing software before the big Internet boom. Selling his company for a measly 3.8 billion stock swap with a major toy company lead to children’s learning games that stood the testaments of time and the Ulrich's with more cash flow than one family would ever need in a lifetime. Talk about a class shock when Hunter was forced to move here three years ago. For Christ sake his dad had a small wikipedia page about him. Hunter was far from the trust fund babies his two step siblings grew up as. Thankfully Hunter’s presence was bring them back down to earth.
Makism was a year younger than him, but with a tight Thunder and Fire alliance the high school boys seemed to have, it wasn’t unusually for the eleventh and twelfth years to mingle like they did. Makism had recently been appointed leader of the Fire students, something Hunter had been hoping for with the Thunder spot during his final year in high school. His three years at school had been blemish free, but it wasn’t enough to push him up to the leadership role. Honestly he just wanted the job to look after his younger sister. It was going to be her first year at the Academy this upcoming term. Half brother or not, out of all five of the half siblings he had running around between here and back home in California, she was the one he loved the most. Everyone has one and fuck it if anyone tells you differently.
Silently he began to guide Makism up the flights of stairs back to his room. He figured the guy would follow along without an invitation. ”What were you up to last night?” Going down a corridor that had been pretty much given to Hunter the day he moved in, he pushed his bedroom door open. His step mother must of thought pushing him all the way up to the south wing on the highest level would be like out of sight out of mind. Instead of collapsing back on his bed he went over towards the plush sofa’s near his window. He hadn’t cleaned his room in a few days, different pairs of colorful sneakers, his skateboard, and various other articles of clothing were cast aside down where his bed was. Nothing too messy to be embarrassed about. The small gray cat jumped down off the bed and climbed the small stairs that somewhat separated his bed area form the rest of his room. ”Don’t mind Cat, he’s my sister’s. He wanders in here half the time and attacks my toes.” Cat rubbed his face around Makism’s feet, meowing as it looked up at the boy.
NOTES:HUNTER’s ROOM BED VIEW
CAT
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Post by hound on Nov 28, 2012 22:34:42 GMT -5
"TELL MUMMY I'M SORRY,
THIS LIFE IS A PARTY"
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[/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/b][/center] Makism catches Hunter leering and he can’t help but smile. He’s already taken note of the Patriots t-shirt—hometown pride. Makism’s home town. It was funny to see something so familiar so far afield, the New England team having been most of his childhood. Dad had been a season ticket holder since before he was born and man a Sunday and Monday had been spent under the bright lights at Foxboro. "Er... sorry, forgot I’d be around an actual family today. Been couch hopping, guess I need to do some laundry." So much to do, so little time. Laundry wasn’t exactly a priority either.
"Have a bit too much to drink for what... the rest of his life?" Makism sighs. He knows that some nights he’s not much better but every night? Their little group of friend couldn’t been seen falling apart. It wasn’t going to reflect well on the and on the fire leader. Aide from that he didn’t want Caleb self-destructing. Friends by osmosis were still friends, right? That was the way he saw it.
Another comment, another wry smile from the Russian man. It grows from a smirk, one that he appeared to have been born with. "Looks a bit like home, to be honest." Makism’s father had his own gynecology practice that had done well, he could have whatever he fucking wanted. It was something that he’d simply been brought up with. Not like he was going to come to expect it, he was just a little interested to see that it had come in somewhere else as well. The kids here had come from all walks of life, and that didn’t fall short when he stood before the blond kid that he’d managed to befriend. Situations were always more complicated than they seemed though… more than anything, the Russian man knew that.
"Some sort of foam party... I think I’m permanently sparkle crusted at this point." The man grins, hopping up the stairs behind Hunter. They were a bit farther apart than he was used to, and Makism was realizing that taking them two at a time wouldn’t be the best idea. Short legs, short legs! "What trouble did you gentlemen find?" He blows through the door behind Hunter, stretching out a sore shoulder absently. Something about partying a little too hard resonates in the morning soreness.
Makism flinches as the cat comes closer. "A cat called Cat. Lovely." His wry grin shrinks back to a smirk, taking a step back as the creature came forward. Honestly he couldn’t stand the creatures, but they always seemed to be drawn to the ones that disliked them the most. It had happened every time he dropped his sister off at a horseback riding lesson, the barn cats flocking to his car. It had happened every time one of the boys he dated was a cat person, the fluff balls trying to interrupt whatever canoodling they happened to be in the middle of. What was the point of having a pet if they weren’t on call for you 24/7? Hello, dog person.
"You ever get your Christmas shopping finished?" Makism makes an attempt to distract himself from Cat, trying to keep from flinching too violently at the proximity of the grey ball of fluff. His eyes flicker back to Hunter, a hand raking through already mussed bangs. More glitter comes showering down on his shoulders, what’s left from around his cheek bones and collarbones being joined by the oncoming dusting. It’s as if to punctuate his point—fuck sparkle parties.
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Post by HUNTER DOUGLAS ULRICH on Nov 29, 2012 0:08:02 GMT -5
”Dude it’s fine. I love pissing off my family. Sometimes my existence isn’t enough of a reminder for them.” Anything to pour some salt in the wounds for his drunken grandma to bitch about. ”No more so than usual. You know Caleb,” he wrote his own name as if it was an excuse in itself. Caleb partied harder than anyone Hunter had ever met in his life. He didn’t envy Makism for having to reign in a group as rowdy as the fire students. Loved them, but with all the fights and the crazy parties meant cleaning up a lot of messes. Hopefully Makism was ready for the shit storm he was going to have to deal with. ”He’s got a pretty good head on his shoulders when he’s not boozed up.” Heaven help him as he made it through his final high school year.
”A German Sparkle Party?” Hunter joked. Ugh, foam, not his cup of tea. ”Caleb, Kennedy and I went out tagging a bit last night. Down in the downtown area near Corrosion. I think we stayed out way too long.” Seeing his friend flinch at Cat’s presence, he began to scratch his fingers against the couch, hoping to get the kitten’s attentions. The kitten whipped his head towards Hunter before jumping up to sit next to him. Without paying much attention to the creature he absently pet his head. ”Grace thinks she clever naming him that.” Now his sister just needs to take care of the small little cat. ”So a foam party huh. How the hell do you find these things here in Maple Hollow?” Makism usually had a good idea on what was worth doing in the boring city. Even if he wasn’t out for the night he always had suggestions when Hunter called him up. He sunk a bit in his seat, relaxing as the cat began to quietly purr under Hunter’s attention.
”I only shop for my brother and sister pretty much. What they hell do you get two kids when they can have whatever they want?” Hunter gestured to the grand size of his room. ”I figured I’d make them something or take them out somewhere. I’m running out of ideas on what to get them that they can’t just have their mom won’t run and get them.” The uppity step mother who hated Hunter even more than his grandmother even. Disney movies couldn’t hold a candle to hoe terrible rich step mothers could be. Maybe he’d buy he a bottle of wine so she could be drunk on Christmas. ”I think my dad is taking my step mom to Paris after Christmas dinner for short holiday get away. What about you? Any special plans or special guy you have to rush out and get a gift for?”
NOTES:HUNTER’s ROOM BED VIEW
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Post by hound on Dec 2, 2012 17:48:28 GMT -5
"TELL MUMMY I'M SORRY,
THIS LIFE IS A PARTY"
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[/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/b][/center] Makism was a bit of a hot mess this morning. His sunglasses hadn’t been removed yet, hell, he’d put them on the second he stepped out of the dark bathroom. Light was the enemy when he had a headache like this one. One would think the next school year’s fire leader would be a bit more put together, right? Hell no. Everyone knew that when the parents weren’t close enough to know every last little detail, the kids would party their hearts out. Any of them had the potential to party, and that was something he’d embrace and hold tight to. Makism’s parents could still be wrapped up in the idea he was the golden boy. Perfect.
The young man was full on the idea that he’d take the fire kids and rally them for something grand. Honestly, the kid was born looking for a fight. It might not be straight away, but he’d always been careful about making friends. Friends and enemies were always something to be careful about in this place… you couldn’t get too close to the wrong people. You could make enemies inside your element, but elemental loyalties would always come before all else. Right. Right. "I have no idea what the fuck I’m going to do with him." The Russian man tires to make it sound joking, but he’s fairly transparent. The young man is worried about his friend, and that much is for sure.
At the joke, Makism can’t help but grin back at Hunter. The creature’s eyes are gentle, bright. "Disco Pogo all fuckin’ night." He appreciates the reference. "I’ll keep a look out for the new art. You always do a good job." The compliment is something that he means wholeheartedly—if there’s one thing he appreciates it’s a talent he doesn’t have. As the cat skitters back to the blond creature Makism relaxes visibly, stretching out a sore shoulder. Excessive amounts of E from the last evening were enough to set him in a state of perpetual soreness for today. Right. He’d try to make a note to cut back.
The young man grins at the questioning, continuing to stretch out. "I drove down to the valley, actually. They just sorta find me. You aughtta come with me next time I go on an adventure." Makism has to say, he’s rather fond of his adventures. It’s something he can’t help but enjoy, can’t help but want to go do. Always moving, always doing something. It doesn’t always matter what unless he’s got a mission, a time and a place he needs to set himself up inside. Just keep going, keep swimming.
He listens to the man, nodding. "I feel your pain, mine are the same way." Makism inserts at an appropriate moment, listening as Hunter continues. They’re casual in their conversation, the ability to banter lightly back and forth something he’s always appreciated. Never a dull moment with this pair and that’s more than enough to bring him to life. He seems to shine in the light of the friendship, something that’s enough to melt something that’s an attempt at a heart of stone. Haha. Stone. Honestly, Makism can be as warm and genial as the flames he played with… equally as dangerous to those that weren’t respectful enough of them, but that was another idea for another day.
"If you’re looking for somewhere interesting for over break, try Boston. There’s a lot of cool shit to do, the science museum and duck boats and stuff… I’m sure I could find a list or something. New York City is close too." Makism can’t help but advocate for his area. He makes no secret that he’s attached to it, something he can’t help. "Disney is the other good bet." He nods to himself, raking a hand through his hair and allowing another flurry of glitter fall over his shoulders.
"My sister is the only one I’ve got left. You can only get a horseback rider so many embroidered saddle pads, I guess." Makism shrugs, moving to sit on the short step that separates the two areas of the room. He flinches violently as his knee cracks audibly, feeling the odd sensation as it spiderwebs up and dissipates quickly. "God damn fucking energizer bunny drugs. I wouldn’t be able to bum a couple ibuprofen, would I?" Makism’s green eyes flicker to Hunter, a joking tone mixing with the gentle request.
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notes: too me long enough, gah, sorry about that.
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Post by hound on Dec 2, 2012 17:48:58 GMT -5
"TELL MUMMY I'M SORRY,
THIS LIFE IS A PARTY"
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The young man was full on the idea that he’d take the fire kids and rally them for something grand. Honestly, the kid was born looking for a fight. It might not be straight away, but he’d always been careful about making friends. Friends and enemies were always something to be careful about in this place… you couldn’t get too close to the wrong people. You could make enemies inside your element, but elemental loyalties would always come before all else. Right. Right. "I have no idea what the fuck I’m going to do with him." The Russian man tires to make it sound joking, but he’s fairly transparent. The young man is worried about his friend, and that much is for sure.
At the joke, Makism can’t help but grin back at Hunter. The creature’s eyes are gentle, bright. "Disco Pogo all fuckin’ night." He appreciates the reference. "I’ll keep a look out for the new art. You always do a good job." The compliment is something that he means wholeheartedly—if there’s one thing he appreciates it’s a talent he doesn’t have. As the cat skitters back to the blond creature Makism relaxes visibly, stretching out a sore shoulder. Excessive amounts of E from the last evening were enough to set him in a state of perpetual soreness for today. Right. He’d try to make a note to cut back.
The young man grins at the questioning, continuing to stretch out. "I drove down to the valley, actually. They just sorta find me. You aughtta come with me next time I go on an adventure." Makism has to say, he’s rather fond of his adventures. It’s something he can’t help but enjoy, can’t help but want to go do. Always moving, always doing something. It doesn’t always matter what unless he’s got a mission, a time and a place he needs to set himself up inside. Just keep going, keep swimming.
He listens to the man, nodding. "I feel your pain, mine are the same way." Makism inserts at an appropriate moment, listening as Hunter continues. They’re casual in their conversation, the ability to banter lightly back and forth something he’s always appreciated. Never a dull moment with this pair and that’s more than enough to bring him to life. He seems to shine in the light of the friendship, something that’s enough to melt something that’s an attempt at a heart of stone. Haha. Stone. Honestly, Makism can be as warm and genial as the flames he played with… equally as dangerous to those that weren’t respectful enough of them, but that was another idea for another day.
"If you’re looking for somewhere interesting for over break, try Boston. There’s a lot of cool shit to do, the science museum and duck boats and stuff… I’m sure I could find a list or something. New York City is close too." Makism can’t help but advocate for his area. He makes no secret that he’s attached to it, something he can’t help. "Disney is the other good bet." He nods to himself, raking a hand through his hair and allowing another flurry of glitter fall over his shoulders.
"My sister is the only one I’ve got left. You can only get a horseback rider so many embroidered saddle pads, I guess." Makism shrugs, moving to sit on the short step that separates the two areas of the room. He flinches violently as his knee cracks audibly, feeling the odd sensation as it spiderwebs up and dissipates quickly. "God damn fucking energizer bunny drugs. I wouldn’t be able to bum a couple ibuprofen, would I?" Makism’s green eyes flicker to Hunter, a joking tone mixing with the gentle request.
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Post by HUNTER DOUGLAS ULRICH on Dec 4, 2012 16:30:27 GMT -5
Caleb was almost indescribable. They kind of guy who could only be described by his very own name. ”Caleb will get his act together someday,” he assured his friend. Although Hunter got along with both boys, his loyalty would always stand with Caleb. Sometimes it felt like he was the only one ever in the boy’s corner. The Fire needed someone to offer stability in his ever-moving life. One day he’d snapped out of it a bit and learn to slow down, even if it was marginally. Hopefully a girl would come along and he’d settle down a bit. Hunter didn’t know how much more he could take explaining to his sister why his best friend had a different girl leave the guest room almost every morning.
”Thanks man.” The feedback was very much appreciated, even if Hunter didn’t show it. Graffiti was usually frowned upon by the mass population. Hunter had finally settled on his tag last night and was eager to plant the downtown with his new ‘Sniper’ insignia. Toss in with a few Calvin doodles just to entertain his little sister and he would be good. Grace sometimes would send him photos of the mysterious Calvin images that popped up around Maple Hollow. Little did she know it was her older brother tagging all of those little blonde haired misfits. He’d do anything for his stepsister. ”I don’t know if I can keep up with champions like you and Caleb man. You guys are a league of your own.” Hunter’s tolerance was way lower than the two fire boys. Of course they just had more practice than him. ”Maybe next time I’ll drive us down though,” he conceded. A rave was a rave, and Hunter wouldn’t turn down the opportunity to hear the newest music hitting the circuit. Even if it meant baby-sitting his friends after hours of partying.
Hunter laughed a bit as he thought about his younger siblings. ”One day I’m going to drive them to Downtown and just let them be free.” He wasn’t sure if they had ever been to an area like that in their life. Downtown wasn’t nearly as bad as the slummy neighborhood Hunter grew up in with his mother. ”'This is what poor is kiddies,’ then drive away. That’ll teach them a good lesson.” Poor babies all alone in the seediest area of Maple Hollow. They wouldn’t know what to do with themselves. Hunter could never really do that to them though.
Now getting away sounded like a pretty good prospect. While the other Ulrich’s went away without him, it might be fun to take a trip of his own. ”Boston actually sounds really cool. Shepard Fairey is originally from there. I’m sure there would be some cool shit to check out.” Disney sounded less awesome. Happiest place his ass. Just a bunch of snotty kids making their parents buy a bunch of Mickey Mouse garbage they’d get bored with in a week or so. Why would Makism be interested in such a childish place anyway?
He had a hard time hiding his distain at the mentioning of horses. Horseback riding was the prime example of a rich kid. Only the rich could go around owning an animal as expensive as a horse and trot it around at some special fancy ranch. Hunter had a fucking gold fish growing up. It died and was flushed with little care. Hunter stood from his couch once Makism requested some painkillers. ”Yeah man, let me go grab some,” He made his way over to the attached bathroom and cracked open his mirrored cabinet. On the top self sat a tiny bottle of Advil. Unsure of how much the guy wanted, he took the whole container with him. He cast himself a quick look in the mirror, tousling his hair in desperate attempt to have it’s usually vibrancy before returning to the bedroom. Hunter chucked the bottle towards his friend. ”Here you go man,” Hunter had experimented with the drug a few times himself and could sympathize on a small level. ”Too much sparkle fun?”
NOTES: HUNTER’s ROOM BED VIEW
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