I'll have my posts up for Ollie and Chris today or tomorrow. I'm in the hospital for the next few days. Crohn's is being a bitch again.
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I've been on here since before the fall, way back when I was a middle schooler. It seems a lot more slow paced on here then it once was. I'm also old now soooo maybe that is it.
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Does he suspect Olivia's or Chris's?
@VanityMage Levi is your character an emancipated minor? Cause if not I'd have to take a guess and say he is a runaway. Otherwise he would be in the foster system or a group home. If it turns out his parents abandoned him or are totally ok with him living on his own then that's so sad for him. Omg is he an illigal immigrant coming to Millington America for a chance at the dream. Cute.
EDIT:: judging by what is written in your CS so far...Lloyd killed his family because he is a not so secret psychopath. He has hid the bodies and has come to Millington for a new hunting ground.
EDIT:: judging by what is written in your CS so far...Lloyd killed his family because he is a not so secret psychopath. He has hid the bodies and has come to Millington for a new hunting ground.
Olivia pulled the towel off her head as breakfast was being served, and hung it on the back of her chair. Her hair was still damp and needed a good brushing before she tied it in braids for the day. "I'm really tired." She mumbled to James as he set her omelette in front of her at the table. "Thanks Jamie." She said sounding more awake as she looked at her plate. Thankfully he understood what she meant by small omelette. She yawned and got up from the table. Her stomach made a loud rumbling sound. Embarrassed she rolled her eyes in annoyance, and covered her stomach with her arms. No wonder, having hardly eaten more then 1500 calories over the past five days, she was hungry, and ready to eat breakfast for once. She grabbed the salsa, and sour cream out of the fridge, and plopped a spoonful of both atop her omelette, before putting them back in the fridge. Sitting down she finally took a bite. It was warm, and tasted pretty good.
This was the first morning in a long time that she was not running late. She hadn't gotten much sleep, since she went to bed rather late. But the hours of sleep she did get were blissful, with no nightmares, or crying. Kylie's comment about how Zoey was her favorite sister stung a bit, but after Riley's scolding, Olivia was happy to hear Kylie admit she was just messing with her. She beamed at Kylie for a moment, and then went back to eating. "How come you don't like omelettes? When daddy makes his famous frittata you always eat it. And a frittata is basically like an omelette, right?" Olivia asked Kylie.
She idly wondered about the french test she missed yesterday. But grades didn't really matter to her anymore, so her thoughts drifted to what was for lunch. Her lunchbox was still in her locker where she left it yesterday. She glanced over at the counter-top were her and Zoey's lunches always sat every morning made by Riley. Nothing was there, so Olivia was not going to say anything. If she was lucky Zoey would forget about it too. She loved the food Riley made, but eating more then one bite was not on her to do list. Breakfast would be enough for today. She always felt bad tossing out the food Riley had gotten up early to prepare for her. And then lying to his face anytime he asked how she liked it, when she had not even eaten it.
After Kylie came back with the humongous pile of mail, and declared she was rich, Ollie raised her eyebrows in question. But then Kylie reread and looked like someone slapped her in the face. Was the whole family in debt now? Olivia didn't know very much about the responsibilities of grown ups. If her parents ever had money troubles then she had no idea. They had kept those conversations private. Olivia felt bad. Her parents had prepaid the annual 5,000 tuition for her formal ballet classes three months ago, and Olivia had not gone to class once since her parents died. The main reason being that she was avoiding Him at all costs, but also because she didn't feel like doing anything. Unfortunately He was her ride to and from class along with Taylor, Marigold, and three other girls. The Ballet studio was about 30 minutes away on the edge of the outskirts bordering Lane county, and sitting in a car with her Rapist for a full hour all together was not Ollie's idea of a good time.
The whole Sophia is missing thing, chipped away at the back of her mind, trying oh so hard to start up her anxiety. But just as it was about to brake through and ruin her morning, James informed the room that Sophia had slept over at Elliot's. Olivia looked down at her plate with seventy percent of her breakfast eaten, she pushed the plate away from her, done with breakfast now. She had a sour taste in her mouth after hereing about Sophia's whereabouts. Was she jealous of Sophia or mad at her? No that can't be it, right? She had not seen Elliot since he got back. She still pictured him as the perfect prince she had a crush on five years ago. Getting up from the table she scrapped the remaining food off her plate into the garbage can, and then rinsed her dish in the sink. She was slightly mad at herself for even thinking about Elliot in any kind of love way. She had already vowed to never fall in love, date, or get married to anyone. Boys other then Riley, James, and dad were just bad news. And James was not even a real boy.
Now that she was done eating she went into the living room where her purse was still wedged between the couch cushions. Getting out the 200 bucks Kylie had given her yesterday, she walked back into the kitchen and handed it to her. "You need this more then me." Olivia said seriously. If her family was poor now did that mean they would have to sell the house, and the cars. Would the electricity be shut off? She fiddled with the ends of her hair beginning to worry.
The clock said she still had fifteen minutes before Riley drove them to school, so she went into the bathroom to get a hair brush and two hair-ties. Coming out of the bathroom she started bushing her hair and listening to her siblings talk among themselves.
This was the first morning in a long time that she was not running late. She hadn't gotten much sleep, since she went to bed rather late. But the hours of sleep she did get were blissful, with no nightmares, or crying. Kylie's comment about how Zoey was her favorite sister stung a bit, but after Riley's scolding, Olivia was happy to hear Kylie admit she was just messing with her. She beamed at Kylie for a moment, and then went back to eating. "How come you don't like omelettes? When daddy makes his famous frittata you always eat it. And a frittata is basically like an omelette, right?" Olivia asked Kylie.
She idly wondered about the french test she missed yesterday. But grades didn't really matter to her anymore, so her thoughts drifted to what was for lunch. Her lunchbox was still in her locker where she left it yesterday. She glanced over at the counter-top were her and Zoey's lunches always sat every morning made by Riley. Nothing was there, so Olivia was not going to say anything. If she was lucky Zoey would forget about it too. She loved the food Riley made, but eating more then one bite was not on her to do list. Breakfast would be enough for today. She always felt bad tossing out the food Riley had gotten up early to prepare for her. And then lying to his face anytime he asked how she liked it, when she had not even eaten it.
After Kylie came back with the humongous pile of mail, and declared she was rich, Ollie raised her eyebrows in question. But then Kylie reread and looked like someone slapped her in the face. Was the whole family in debt now? Olivia didn't know very much about the responsibilities of grown ups. If her parents ever had money troubles then she had no idea. They had kept those conversations private. Olivia felt bad. Her parents had prepaid the annual 5,000 tuition for her formal ballet classes three months ago, and Olivia had not gone to class once since her parents died. The main reason being that she was avoiding Him at all costs, but also because she didn't feel like doing anything. Unfortunately He was her ride to and from class along with Taylor, Marigold, and three other girls. The Ballet studio was about 30 minutes away on the edge of the outskirts bordering Lane county, and sitting in a car with her Rapist for a full hour all together was not Ollie's idea of a good time.
The whole Sophia is missing thing, chipped away at the back of her mind, trying oh so hard to start up her anxiety. But just as it was about to brake through and ruin her morning, James informed the room that Sophia had slept over at Elliot's. Olivia looked down at her plate with seventy percent of her breakfast eaten, she pushed the plate away from her, done with breakfast now. She had a sour taste in her mouth after hereing about Sophia's whereabouts. Was she jealous of Sophia or mad at her? No that can't be it, right? She had not seen Elliot since he got back. She still pictured him as the perfect prince she had a crush on five years ago. Getting up from the table she scrapped the remaining food off her plate into the garbage can, and then rinsed her dish in the sink. She was slightly mad at herself for even thinking about Elliot in any kind of love way. She had already vowed to never fall in love, date, or get married to anyone. Boys other then Riley, James, and dad were just bad news. And James was not even a real boy.
Now that she was done eating she went into the living room where her purse was still wedged between the couch cushions. Getting out the 200 bucks Kylie had given her yesterday, she walked back into the kitchen and handed it to her. "You need this more then me." Olivia said seriously. If her family was poor now did that mean they would have to sell the house, and the cars. Would the electricity be shut off? She fiddled with the ends of her hair beginning to worry.
The clock said she still had fifteen minutes before Riley drove them to school, so she went into the bathroom to get a hair brush and two hair-ties. Coming out of the bathroom she started bushing her hair and listening to her siblings talk among themselves.
My car has died and I am now stranded on the side of the road. :( :( :(
Anyway I really don't want to type Olivia's Post on a phone, so bare with me people as I try to get home.
Once I'm home were my beautiful computer is, I'll type as fast as I can.
p.s.
My Car is an Asshole.
Anyway I really don't want to type Olivia's Post on a phone, so bare with me people as I try to get home.
Once I'm home were my beautiful computer is, I'll type as fast as I can.
p.s.
My Car is an Asshole.
Olivia post is in the works. :D
It will be up around 5-6pm.
Thankfully I'm finally done taking care of my cousins kids. The last 10 days have been hell. Three boys under eight years old is no fun when you actually have to cook, clean, and parent them by yourself for ten days straight. AnyWay I'm back home and will be posting most likely daily. Yay.
It will be up around 5-6pm.
Thankfully I'm finally done taking care of my cousins kids. The last 10 days have been hell. Three boys under eight years old is no fun when you actually have to cook, clean, and parent them by yourself for ten days straight. AnyWay I'm back home and will be posting most likely daily. Yay.
Just in case anyone missed the sneaky details about the Reese Grandparents. They correspond with the children's names...in most cases.
Sophia ___ - Paternal Grandmother's middle name is Sonja, a Russian variations on Sophia.
James Allen - Mother's maiden name is Jameson. Paternal Grandfather's Middle name is Allen.
Riley Kane - Maternal Grandmother's maiden name is O'Riley. Paternal Grandfather's name is Kane.
Kylie Lane - Rhymes with her Twins name...
Zoey Renee - Paternal Grandmother's maiden name is Zoet. Lets say Mother's best friends name is Renee.
Olivia Nicole - Maternal Grandfather's middle name is Oliver, a masculine form of Olivia. Lets say father's best friend's name was Nicolas.
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Possible Middle names for Sophia if following the same idea.
June - Since she was born in June
Heidi - Swedish form of Alice
Adele - Finnish form of Alice
Gladys - Welsh form of Claudia
Conradine - Feminine Variation of Conrad
Connie - Nickname for Conrad
Mary - Maureen is the Irish variation of Mary
Sophia ___ - Paternal Grandmother's middle name is Sonja, a Russian variations on Sophia.
James Allen - Mother's maiden name is Jameson. Paternal Grandfather's Middle name is Allen.
Riley Kane - Maternal Grandmother's maiden name is O'Riley. Paternal Grandfather's name is Kane.
Kylie Lane - Rhymes with her Twins name...
Zoey Renee - Paternal Grandmother's maiden name is Zoet. Lets say Mother's best friends name is Renee.
Olivia Nicole - Maternal Grandfather's middle name is Oliver, a masculine form of Olivia. Lets say father's best friend's name was Nicolas.
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Possible Middle names for Sophia if following the same idea.
June - Since she was born in June
Heidi - Swedish form of Alice
Adele - Finnish form of Alice
Gladys - Welsh form of Claudia
Conradine - Feminine Variation of Conrad
Connie - Nickname for Conrad
Mary - Maureen is the Irish variation of Mary
Yesterday had ended well. Chris had drove them home after the movie. The whole car ride back to the house was filled with laughing about Deadpool. Truthfully everyone at school had raved about how amazing the movie was, that Chris's hopes had been impossibly high. Unfortunately that meant that he had been a tad let down when the movie ended. It had been hilarious, and Ryan Reynolds was spectacular, but the terminal cancer angle really got to Chris. Though the 'baby hand' scene really made up for it.
Interestingly enough when they got home, both there parents were their cooking in the kitchen together, listening to NPR on the radio. A rare occurrence, as both of them usually worked until late. It had been nice to sit down for dinner with the whole family for once. Aunt Cynthia had even come over to eat. She brought some fresh cut lilies, and a bottle of 1963 vintage port wine. For dinner they had there mother's favorite. It was the kale, hemp and flaxseed oil pesto, atop gluten egg free noodles, with a side of mashed sweet potato. It was all vegan and gluten free of course, as there mother was a devoted health foodie. Meat and fish was only served when mom wasn't in charge of making dinner.
Chris went to bed around one in the morning, after finishing his essay for art history. There was only so much you could write about the impact of Chinese and Japanese art on European culture. He was only in College part time at the moment, and only to appease his parents. His mother had refused to speak to him for a week after he dropped out of Dartmouth, and moved back home without giving a reason. Chris had finally gave in, and enrolled at Millington University, to make her semi-happy. Though his choice to major in liberal arts, rather the chemistry like before, wasn't his parent's favorite decision.
He didn't have class till noon so he planed on sleeping in, but his alarm went off at eight alerting him to take his medications. After lazily rolling out of bed, he walked over to his desk, and opened the bottom drawer. He took out his meds, and grabbed a mango snapple out of his mini-fridge. Five pills later and he had taken his morning dose of prescriptions. He plopped back into bed, and stretched out under the covers. As he laid there, he went over what he had planned for today.
His class was going to end at one, and then he had to head of to the flower shop to help deliver the flowers to the church for the Samson Wedding tonight. Practically the whole town was invited to the wedding. Since Theodore Samson was the popular mayor of Millington, and this was his only son's big wedding. The bride to be was Tallulah Bluemont, aka heiress to her father's million dollar diary company. Needless to say it was going to be quite the town event, and Chris was not going to miss it.
So other then delivering the flowers, and his one class of the day, he basically had nothing to do. Falling back asleep didn't seem to be happening so, he got out of bed and crossed the hall to the bathroom. After showering, and shaving his face, he changed into his outfit for the day. He tucked in his shirt, and buckled his belt. Grabbing his rolex, and car keys off his dresser he went down stairs to the empty living room. His mom was already at work and his dad had most likely just dropped Blake off at school. Chris yawned and headed out the door. Breakfast at the diner seemed like a good idea.
Interestingly enough when they got home, both there parents were their cooking in the kitchen together, listening to NPR on the radio. A rare occurrence, as both of them usually worked until late. It had been nice to sit down for dinner with the whole family for once. Aunt Cynthia had even come over to eat. She brought some fresh cut lilies, and a bottle of 1963 vintage port wine. For dinner they had there mother's favorite. It was the kale, hemp and flaxseed oil pesto, atop gluten egg free noodles, with a side of mashed sweet potato. It was all vegan and gluten free of course, as there mother was a devoted health foodie. Meat and fish was only served when mom wasn't in charge of making dinner.
Chris went to bed around one in the morning, after finishing his essay for art history. There was only so much you could write about the impact of Chinese and Japanese art on European culture. He was only in College part time at the moment, and only to appease his parents. His mother had refused to speak to him for a week after he dropped out of Dartmouth, and moved back home without giving a reason. Chris had finally gave in, and enrolled at Millington University, to make her semi-happy. Though his choice to major in liberal arts, rather the chemistry like before, wasn't his parent's favorite decision.
He didn't have class till noon so he planed on sleeping in, but his alarm went off at eight alerting him to take his medications. After lazily rolling out of bed, he walked over to his desk, and opened the bottom drawer. He took out his meds, and grabbed a mango snapple out of his mini-fridge. Five pills later and he had taken his morning dose of prescriptions. He plopped back into bed, and stretched out under the covers. As he laid there, he went over what he had planned for today.
His class was going to end at one, and then he had to head of to the flower shop to help deliver the flowers to the church for the Samson Wedding tonight. Practically the whole town was invited to the wedding. Since Theodore Samson was the popular mayor of Millington, and this was his only son's big wedding. The bride to be was Tallulah Bluemont, aka heiress to her father's million dollar diary company. Needless to say it was going to be quite the town event, and Chris was not going to miss it.
So other then delivering the flowers, and his one class of the day, he basically had nothing to do. Falling back asleep didn't seem to be happening so, he got out of bed and crossed the hall to the bathroom. After showering, and shaving his face, he changed into his outfit for the day. He tucked in his shirt, and buckled his belt. Grabbing his rolex, and car keys off his dresser he went down stairs to the empty living room. His mom was already at work and his dad had most likely just dropped Blake off at school. Chris yawned and headed out the door. Breakfast at the diner seemed like a good idea.
Busy with work today. Wont be around till 7:00ish tonight (AZ time). Practically done with Chris's post, just need to clean it up a bit, then I will post it. Working on Olivia's.
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