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Leon D. Viserys
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Post by Leon D. Viserys on Sept 15, 2013 19:39:49 GMT -5
On the days Leon wasn't on duty, he didn't spend a lot of time at home. Now that the "kids" were old enough -- and more importantly, capable enough -- to take care of themselves, his attention sometimes needed to be on the streets of Illyri and the people that walked them. Now and then, he slept in, or took a so-called day off, but even then, if he was needed, if something was going on, he'd be right back out the door.
It was the transition between daylight and nightlife, that half an hour window between population shifts, when the early risers started heading for home to make supper and settle in for a night of television watching, and the night owls woke up, got dressed, and stepped out to catch up on the gossip and trouble that had happened while they slept. In that time gap, Leon could afford to jog home to tend to personal matters like the need to heed Mother Nature, or grab a quick bite to eat.
Which is what he was doing, standing in front of the open refrigerator door, with a chicken drumstick in one hand and a bottle of orange juice in the other. "Don't mind me," he said when he heard footsteps. Sneaking up on the man was next to impossible, even over the rumbling of his stomach. Especially in their apartment. "I'm not staying. Just needed to grab something." He caught the edge of the door with his foot as he turned around, sending it swinging shut behind him. "Gonna make the rounds. You want to come?"
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Post by Lelia M. Viserys on Sept 16, 2013 19:53:35 GMT -5
Lelia had just gotten done taking a shower when she heard the refrigerator door open in the kitchen. That was always an amazing thing, how much better werewolves could hear than humans could. She towel dried her hair in a quick manner and pulled on her clothes before padding barefoot to the kitchen. At the sound of her uncle’s voice she smiled. “What happened to old fashion family dinners where everyone sits awkwardly at the kitchen table asking how their day was?” she said with a slight laugh.
She walked over to him and pulled herself up onto the kitchen counter, it had always been her favorite perch when in the kitchen. “Yeah sure, I don’t have anything going on tonight. Most everyone is ‘studying’ which pretty much means face booking and playing video games.” She replied to his question. Lel had never really found much interest in the whole social media, though she did in fact have a Facebook account, it was only to keep up with everyone else. She would much rather be outside doing things productive.
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Post by Eli J. Viserys on Sept 16, 2013 21:14:10 GMT -5
When Eli came through the door, he couldn't help but sniff at the air; he smelled chicken. Dropping his backpack on the couch, he could hear them talking in the kitchen. "I smell..." he said, coming into the kitchen and looking right at the chicken in Leon's hand. "Food."
Shaking his head at his uncle, an almost betrayed look crossed his face. "That was the last of the chicken, wasn't it?" Searching through the cabinets, his own stomach was growling. "He's starving us, Lel. Go get the number for child services." Finding a box of Cheez-Its, Eli leaned against the counter and tossed a few into his mouth. They were stale. Though he made a slight face, he still continued to eat them. "What are we talking about?"
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Post by Leon D. Viserys on Sept 16, 2013 21:29:38 GMT -5
"Wait, people still do that?" Leon wrinkled his nose and shook his head. "How old school and weird." Joking, of course. He put the chicken leg between his teeth again as he got a glass out of a cabinet and filled it with juice. As he poured, he glanced up briefly, a smile making one corner of his mouth tick up. "Sooo, how was your day?"
He was asking, "Face booking? Is that actually a thing? I mean, is it a verb? You can just face book? You don't have to use it, or play it? Just... face book." Eli's complaint drew his attention and he tore the last bite of meat from the bone with his teeth before dropping the drumstick in the trash. "You want child services, I get to treat you like childs. Allowances, curfews. Ooh, I get to ground you." He looked excited. "Yeah, let's do that again."
And then he laughed. "We're talking about making the rounds, rubbing elbows. You in?"
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Post by Lelia M. Viserys on Sept 16, 2013 22:27:53 GMT -5
Lelia laughed a little at her uncle “Well it was alright, thanks for asking.” She grinned at him. “Ah come on Lee, you aren't that old you definitely know a little about how that stuff works.” Lel replied sticking her tongue out at her uncle. At that time she heard the familiar sound of her brother arriving home, and of course food was on his mind as well.
“I do hope you plan on sharing some of those cheese-its you big galoot. You know I could call child services on you both for not leaving anything in the kitchen for me!” she said with a laugh. Lelia loved to tease her brother and uncle, mainly because they teased her back twice as much. “Yes, come along bro let’s make it a family night, who knows what we could get ourselves into!” she said slightly excited. Lelia tended to enjoy getting into tight spots and having to fight her way out of them…not that any of her socialite gals in school knew about that.
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Post by Eli J. Viserys on Sept 17, 2013 18:56:37 GMT -5
"An allowance? I'm up for that." Eli gave his younger sister a slight look, shielding the box from her. "Get out of here. Finder's keepers." After a moment though, his lips curved into a smile and he handed her the box... well, more like shoved it to her, in the typical brotherly fashion.
Eli considered their offer for a moment, unable to come up with a reason not to. He'd always enjoyed ride-alongs with his uncle. Leon had been a major influence on him, growing up, to the point that all Eli had ever wanted to do was aspire toward a law enforcement related career. "I call shot-gun," he said, before Lelia could claim it.
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Post by Leon D. Viserys on Sept 24, 2013 1:50:38 GMT -5
"I am old," he argued, making his voice sound as creaky as he could. "Old and out of touch and ... at least thirty." He gasped, dramatically, widening his eyes before he gave in and grinned. "We can do a sit down dinner some night, if you really want it. Might not be a bad idea, actually. We'll sit, we'll eat, we'll talk. It'll be good for us."
It might happen, one day, if they could all get their schedules to line up.
Listening to the two of them banter, watching how they interacted with each other... that was good. That was a sign that something had gone right, at least. "Whoa, whoa. Shotgun? Who says I'm not just going to cuff you two together in the back of a patrol car and drive around showing you off?"
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Post by Lelia M. Viserys on Sept 27, 2013 13:51:00 GMT -5
Lelia shook her head at the pair of them as she took a handful of cheese-its out of the box and shoved them ungracefully into her mouth. Around the two of them she had never really cared what someone thought of her, mostly because they had all gone through some things that brought them really close together. “I think we can just not have a family dinner, I don’t think any of us would know what to do if we actually did.” She said after she swallowed her mouthful of crackers and winked at the two of them.
“Hey, hey, hey, you are not handcuffing me to him, he’d be so disgusting it wouldn't even be fun… although he’d have to follow me to the nail salon, and you know all those other girly things I do with my friends.” Lelia said grinning devilishly at her brother.
“Anyways, are we gonna get this show on the road or sit here chit-chatting the whole night?” she asked jumping from her spot on the counter.
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