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Post by Katerina A. Montgomery on Sept 28, 2013 18:54:55 GMT -5
Kat thought about following John into the kitchen and helping him with setting the table but figured she might not get a better chance to have some one on one time with his mother once everyone else arrived. Staying to talk to Sophia might also give her a chance to learn some things that John might not be so willing to tell her just yet. She watched him walk into the kitchen before turning to his mother.
“What exactly happened before he came home?” Katerina asked as she glanced back at the photo of John in the hospital. “He hasn’t really told me much about his time in the marines.” She added. That was a complete understatement but she didn’t figure his mother needed to know that she had only just found out that her, whatever John was to her at the moment, had been in the marines.
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Post by Elizabeth A. Rhodes on Sept 29, 2013 15:13:23 GMT -5
Elizabeth had been tired and she wanted to pass out,she had been out all night, parting and now she was ready to enjoy a nice meal and pass out, she walked into her house, and as she did so, she heard more than just her guardians voice, she followed the multiple voices to see a familiar looking female, with a raised eyebrow, she began to think and she realized who it was. KitKat?! she exclaimed before slowly walking over to her and embracing her with a soft hug. What are you doing here?! Are you here with John?! she was excited to see someone with her brother that she actually liked.
Eliza wasn't fund of many people, but Katerina was someone she had learned to love in the past, she didn't quiet understand why, but she loved the girl, it was like she had some type of hypnosis on her and she couldn't break free. She looked to her mom and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. Sorry, I'm late..Huge party, couldn't miss it. ### WORDS | fire lyrics by sleeping with sirens | template by mercy
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Post by John S. Rhodes on Oct 2, 2013 15:21:10 GMT -5
If Sophia was at all surprised that John hadn't told Katerina, she didn't let it show. "It was a nasty ordeal, overseas," she said, looking at the picture of her poor baby in the hospital. John had always caused her the most grief, but he would always be her baby boy, just like Elizabeth would always be her baby. "John could probably tell the story better than I could, but from what I gather, his platoon's commander had been badly wounded. As the platoon's sergeant, John took control and carried his commander to safety. They were under attack and John risked his own life to save his men. A bomb went off though and, well," She motioned to the picture. "I know what happened still bothers him, but he won't talk to me about it. Probably doesn't want me to worry... but a mother always worries." She looked back to Kat, giving her a somewhat saddened smile. "At least it brought him back home. Otherwise, I know he would have stayed as long as he possibly could. I worry every day that he'll reenlist."
Sophia didn't get to say much more as, a moment later, Elizabeth came waltzing through the door. Sighing as she received a quick peck on the cheek, Sophia narrowed her eyes. "Didn't I tell you that John and Kat were coming for dinner? Eric and Andrew are one their way, so why don't you help your brother set the table? I'm willing to bet you ten dollars that he's putting the forks on the wrong side." Sophia's table setting had always been precise, forks always on the left and knives on the right, according to proper etiquette. John had never seen the point in any of this.
In the dining room, John already had plates set out and was going around the table with the silverware. Just as his mother had predicted, he was setting it wrong, by her standards.
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Post by Katerina A. Montgomery on Oct 3, 2013 16:14:49 GMT -5
Kat listened to Sophia retell the story of what happened to John overseas with a relatively straight face although she grimaced here and there. She couldn't even begin to imagine what he had gone through, and might still be going through after going through an ordeal like that one. She was still trying to find something to say in reply when the front door opened and a familiar face walked in.
Kat smiled at Elizabeth but shook her head at the use of that ridiculous nickname John had given her so long ago. As she hugged Lizzie back in return she laughed a little and said “Oh I really wish y’all would retire that nickname, I think I’ve more than outgrown it.” It really had always been able to get under her skin for some reason, maybe because of how easily people had adopted it.
After another moment she decided to go into the kitchen and check on John, just as she heard Sophia telling Elizabeth to do the same. With a smile on her face Kat snuck up behind John and standing on her tip toes she put her hands over his eyes. “Guess who?” she said with a slight laugh.
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Post by Elizabeth A. Rhodes on Oct 3, 2013 18:16:37 GMT -5
Liz looked to her mother and frowned, I know, mother! I'm sorry! she said as she gave her another kiss on the forehead and went into the kitchen are to check on what John was doing, and sure enough, he was doing it all wrong. John! This is wrong! she yelled and she shook her head like Kat had did to the tired and worn out nickname that was sure in need of retiring. Elizabeth still held on to the nickname because it had some type of memory, it may not have been hers, but it was still a better memory than the one's she had, she was so intent to holding on to what little pieces of her childhood that weren't scarred, and the nickname was one of them. She remembered hearing John say it and, like the little sister she was, she of course had to mimic it. Very much like how she mimicked her brothers when they were accidentally let profane words slip out of their mouth and she would run around saying it.
She knew that this night held something important, and although she hadn't know what it was yet, she continued to be thankful for having her family around, even though all of them weren't present yet, they were still coming. Mum, I'm all finished here! What next? she called to her mother, awaiting an answer.[ ### WORDS | fire lyrics by sleeping with sirens | template by mercy
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Post by John S. Rhodes on Oct 4, 2013 2:18:04 GMT -5
John took her hands in his when she covered his eyes. "The blonde from next door?" he asked. Standing up to his full height , he pulled her hands away as he turned around. "Oh... it's you..." he said, mockingly disappointed. His hands traveled to her waist and he shot Liz a look. "Then you set it," he said to her, wondering why they cared so much about where the forks went. So long as John had food, he was happy. The forks could be up their asses for all he cared... though he would probably stick to eating with his hands if that were the case.
Sophia walked past her daughter, just as she was being called. "You can help me in the kitchen, if you want to make the salad," she responded, heading into the kitchen. "Oh, John, would you do mommy a favor?" she called from the kitchen. Having just been about to kiss Kat, John let out a sigh and pulled his face back. "What?" he called back, standing straighter. He was a good head or so taller than Kat. "I still have an air conditioner in my room. Could you take it out for me and put it in the basement, since you're here?" Sophia never failed to take advantage of her sons being home. "Come with me," he said, taking Kat by the hand and leading her upstairs.
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Post by Katerina A. Montgomery on Oct 4, 2013 12:20:12 GMT -5
Kat laughed and shook her head at him as he turned around and playfully swatted him on the chest. “You should behave.” She told him right before Lizzie started getting onto him about the place setting. Honestly she had never understood the need of placing knives and forks in a certain way; she just put them both on the same side. Her mother had taught her the right way to set a table when she was younger but Kat had never ‘passed’ that lesson especially once they got into putting bowls and saucers with the plates, it just became a big mess.
His mother’s statement about the air conditioner confused her a bit and as she followed John up the stairs she asked him “Why in the world would she want to put it in the basement?” Wasn't the point of an air conditioner was for it to keep you cool? It was just weird to her, unless she didn't want it now that fall was here. That would make some sort of sense except she would just need it moved back up to her room when spring and summer came back around.
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Post by John S. Rhodes on Oct 4, 2013 15:27:55 GMT -5
As he ascended the stairs, John looked back at her, brows knitting together. "Where do you want her to put it? Her sock drawer?" Shaking his head, he continued up the stairs. "Sorry we don't come from central-air land, where cool air, produced by the farts of unicorns, comes out of magic vents." Once they reached the top of the stairs, he turned toward his mom's bedroom. Before they reached the door, however, he pulled her toward him and planted a long kiss on her lips.
"You need to keep yourself in control. I'm not a piece of meat, you know," he joked, pulling away and heading into his mom's room. Heading over to the window, he unplugged the air conditioner. "Do me a favor and open the window?" It would be easier for him to hold onto the window unit with both hands. Of course, that wasn't the only reason he had her join him upstairs. "So what did my mom say?" He was genuinely curious. Having not told Kat about even being in the marines, he wasn't sure of just what he wanted her to know yet.
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Post by Katerina A. Montgomery on Oct 4, 2013 17:05:30 GMT -5
“Oh come one not everyone grew up having to use window units, Mr. Sarcastic.” Kat replied right before he pulled her in for a long unexpected kiss. Unlike their first kiss in the bar Katerina melted right into this one until he pulled away. Laughing her eyes drifted downward and she said “Well, you know that might be where you’re wrong.” She grinned up at him before following him into the bedroom.
Taking hold of the clasps at either side of the window Kat made sure John was holding the unit before she began to pull it up. “Not a whole bunch, just that you saved your men after your commander was hurt.” She replied pushing the window all the way up to the top.
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Post by Elizabeth A. Rhodes on Oct 5, 2013 14:56:49 GMT -5
Elizabeth walked into the kitchen and helped her mother with the salad, plopping herself down and putting the salad mix in a bowl before adding bacon bits, eggs, ham and other random things that she know only she would like. She tended to be selfish sometimes like that. She tossed the salad up once before sitting it on the table and saying There! Tossed salad! she grinned and got up from the table and headed to her room. I'm going to my room, call me when my brothers get here. she sighed and went and laid in her bed and pushed her earphones in her ear. ### WORDS | fire lyrics by sleeping with sirens | template by mercy
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Post by Eric J. Rhodes on Oct 8, 2013 1:39:56 GMT -5
| Eric was happy to see that he wasn't the last one there. Pulling up alongside the curb outside the house, Andy's car was nowhere in sight just yet. The idea of arriving before his older, very punctual brother made him smile as he parked and climbed out of his car. Tossing his keys in the air and catching them a few times, the man headed to the door and into the house that had been his home for as long as he could remember. Sure, he had an apartment now, but his mother's house was still home and probably always would be.
Heading into the kitchen, he hugged his mother from behind, startling her. "You scared the hell out of me," she said to him from where she stood in front of the stove and hugging him. "Where is everyone?" Eric asked, pulling away and opening up the fridge. This was something that both Eric and John did often. They would even open it again a few minutes later, as if something new would magically appear. "Elizabeth is in her room and John went upstairs with Kat to take out my air conditioner." Grabbing himself a beer and shutting the fridge, Eric dug around in the drawers for the bottle opener, removing his sunglasses and setting them down. "You're trusting John with your air conditioner?"
"I don't trust any of you with my air conditioner, but taking it out myself isn't an option," Sophia quipped, arching a brow at him. As if reading his mind, she opened up the drawer beside her and pulled out the bottle opener, handing it to him. "Thanks," he said, popping off the top of his bottle. He didn't notice the look his mother gave him when he left the cap and opener on the counter. "Mr. Punctual isn't here yet?" he asked, heading into the dining room.
Seeing the salad on the table, Eric looked at it with an almost disgusted look on his face. He hated eggs in his salad. In fact, he hated half of what was in the salad. "Who the hell made the salad?" he asked, already knowing the answer. "No, he's running a little late. Your sister made the salad," his mother called to him. Figures.
Taking his beer with him, Eric left the dining room and headed up the stairs. He could hear the faint voices of John and Kat in the other room and he couldn't help but wonder how his little brother was doing after his rough morning. It was only a matter of time before Kat found out about his PTSD, but John insisted on not telling her. It wasn't exactly Eric's secret to tell though, so he didn't push the matter.
Outside of Liz's room, Eric was about to throw open the door, but thought better of it. Covering his eyes with one hand, he managed to open the door with his hand that was still holding his beer. "Are you decent?" he asked, but peeked through his fingers anyway. When he glimpsed her on her bed, listening to music, he let his hand drop. "What, you don't come greet your favorite brother anymore?" |
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Post by John S. Rhodes on Oct 8, 2013 1:58:20 GMT -5
John let out a sigh. "I guess that's one way you could put it," he said, glancing at her. Pulling the unit from the window, he remembered just how heavy and bulky the damn things were. He wouldn't have exactly claimed that he saved his men, the coolness of Charlie's dog tags around his neck reminded him of this.
"Look out," he said, voice strained and muscles tensed. He may have been use to carrying heavy gear in the marines, but the damn air conditioner was pretty bulky on top of being heavy. Carrying it out into the hall, he heard Eric's voice. Stopping just outside Liz's door, he spoke to his brother. "She already said hi to me," he joked before continuing toward the steps. "My mother likes to exaggerate, Kat. The only time she ever gets to brag about me is when she's talking about me having been a marine, so you'll have to excuse her." John smirked, trying to feel around for the steps with his feet seeing as he couldn't see them with the air conditioner in his arms. "Jesus Christ!" he said before letting out a string of profanities when he nearly dropped the damn thing.
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Post by Katerina A. Montgomery on Oct 8, 2013 12:28:31 GMT -5
Kat shook her head at John as he tried to make it down the stairs with the heavy air conditioner all on his own. Leave it to a man to think they could do heavy lifting all on their own. “You know, I can help you with that.” She told him as she watched him nearly drop the thing on his feet. “I can go in front of you and hold the bottom so you aren’t holding all of the weight.” She added before waving at Eric who was standing inside the door of Elizabeth’s room.
“Yeah well mothers get to exaggerate about their kids; they are pretty biased seeing that they birthed them and everything.” Katerina told him, moving closer to him and away from Elizabeth’s room. “Come on just let me help you so you don’t hurt yourself.” She said moving to take the bottom of the air conditioner in her hands.
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