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Post by Ryan Andrews on Aug 11, 2007 15:42:37 GMT -5
So it was due to the gossip column, didn't he know not to trust that thing. Like that whole thing about him having all those girls he only had three of them for about two minutes before he singled one of them out. "Really, well they have been talking about me a lot in there lately. But he should know that some of the things they've said about me are not true. They've talked about Thomas in there lately too so if he's going to be against us then he should be against both of us." He said and then sighed, he knew that there probably was a reason why he was only hated by her brother and not Thomas too. Maybe he believed that Thomas only drank when there was a reason to or something. He really didn't know and at the moment, he didn't care that much. He was too tired to care about something so pointless. "Well, first off somebody like that I'd probably be friends with. But if something like that happened I'd check the person out first with some of my sources who don't base a persons image off of gossip. They actually get to know that people. If they didn't check out I wouldn't storm over to their house and collect them though. I'd go over there and politely ask them things and if they started to get pissy with me then I'd get angry at them." He said and then smiled, she probably knew that last part.
"Well, if he was confused I know of a couple of people who might have been willing to help." He said, half mumbling as he stared at a tile on the floor. He listened to what she said and knew that she was right it wouldn't be right if she had to choose between her brother and her boyfriend. Since he knew that if she ended up choosing Thomas over her brother then that wouldn't be good. And if she chose her brother over Thomas then he didn't know how Thomas would react. "Well I guess that you'll just have to say that you hit your arm on...the railing on the stairs. But if you want to talk about things with your brother with me feel free to. I don't know how much help I'd be other then listening but I'll see what I can do." He said as he looked over to where she was.
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Post by Jeanette Panagiotou on Aug 11, 2007 16:05:30 GMT -5
She looked at him and nodded gently. She wished that stupid column wasn't around. Some of the things they said in the last one burned her up so bad. Neils didn't help the matter much either. "Well, to be honest, he's not fond of me being with Thomas. I used to think that was just the big brother overprotection, but now I don't know." She said gently looking down at her knee as she rubbed it gently. She slowly eased her left leg down so that it was laying straight. "I really am sorry, a lot of this is my fault. I never would have thought that he'd come looking for me like he did. I figured when he found out Thomas wasn't home he'd just go home and give up." She said gently as she sniffed back the remainders of her tears and she rubbed her eyes gently.
She looked at her knee gently. She looked up at him and frowned at his mumbling. She shook her head gently. "He's too stubborn to ask for help." She said gently as she laid her head back on her knee. She looked at her arm as he said that they could say that she had hit her arm on the stair rail. That sounded logical as seeing that Thomas knew she was a klutz on occassion. "That sounds like it would work. Thomas knows I'm kind of klutzy anyways." She said gently looking up at him. She would tell him about her problems with Neils, but that would require her telling him her story, and she wasn't sure she wanted to do talk about that to him. She wasn't saying anything about the wreck unless he asked her about her leg or something. She leaned her head against the wall and closed her eyes taking in a deep breath to calm her nerves.
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Post by Ryan Andrews on Aug 11, 2007 19:29:30 GMT -5
So it wasn't just him that her brother had a problem with. Well, that was probably a good thing so this way he didn't feel so singled out. Actually, he still felt that way because he'd heard him say that it would be his responsibility if something happened to Jeanette. "Well, I can assure you that this isn't the first time that somebody's older sibling has had something against Thomas. Of course, that was back when he was well..like me. Most people thought that he'd cleaned up his act and I guess that you could still say that he did. But due to some things that have happened recently people are doubting that." He said and then looked at her, he didn't know if Thomas had told her that he'd just went down into the basement and started drinking like there was no tomorrow after Alex had hit him with that baseball. Since that was supposedly a secret, well everybody knew that a little while ago Thomas had gotten drunk and slept on a park bench. But they didn't know the reason why he'd done it. Ok, so he didn't know why he had slept on a park bench but he didn't think that Thomas knew why he had done that either. But if Jeanette hadn't known about the time that Thomas had started stripping in the street she did after reading that same gossip column. Then again, Thomas could just deny that whole thing happening since only a couple people had been there to stop him.
"Everything is fine, well everything is fine now. It's not your fault nobody really knows when their sibling is going to do something crazy. Alex is a fine example of that." He said and knew that he had to lighten the mood a bit. "By the way that was a very nice job that you did of defending yourself. It takes a lot of guts to fight back when its your own sibling." He said and then smiled at her, he never had gotten into a physical fight with either of his sisters but he knew from Thomas that he had a very hard time defending himself when it was against Alex. That was the reason why he was always getting scratched, and bruised up from him. "Well, he's going to have to ask for help sometime here. This is going to sound a little off topic but who is he friends with anyway?" He asked curiously, it wouldn't surprise him if he'd made a couple of friends from the football team or something. "You're not that klutzy I've seen people who trip over every little thing. But if you do have a slight problem with things because you're a klutz then maybe you'd better not go downstairs if the stairs didn't get you then the empty bottles of wine might. And not all of those empty bottles are from me mind you, I haven't cleaned them up from when I had a party here and decided to let people play in the wine cellar so to speak." He said and then grinned, that had been a fun night and he knew that his parents wouldn't notice if a couple of bottles were missing.
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Post by Jeanette Panagiotou on Aug 11, 2007 20:23:25 GMT -5
She looked up to him and frowned gently. She brushed a hand over her hair as she reached for the ponytail holder and undid it letting her black locks fall and tumble over her shoulders. She looked back up at him. "You don't have to explain yourself or Thomas to me. I can understand where ya'll come from unlike the people from the gossip column and anyone else who sees nothing but alcaholics." She said gently looking at him. She looked down at her knee and ran a hand over an incission type scar, one from one of the many recontructive surgeries, and an area that looked like a bunch of scars bunched together.
She looked back up at him and nodded gently. It didn't matter how much he assured her, she was still going to feel guilting for what happened in the front hallway with Neils. She frowned softly and looked down at her hands. She could still feel the sting that her hand had created when she slapped him. "That's the first time I've ever hit him out of anger." She said gently looking back up at Ryan. "He had no right to say what he did, and at the time I was glad that he said it in Greek and not English." She said gently looking back down at her hand. She turned it over and saw that it was a little red from the contact it had made with with his cheek.
She looked back up at him and chewed on her bottom lip for a moment trying to think. "He hasn't made any actual friends yet. He's met Sean, Thomas, and Branden. He only met Branden through football though. It's hard for him. He misses all of our old friends and he's actaully kind of quiet and collected around strangers. When he's not upset that is." She said gently looking at him for a moment.
She laughed softly at his next comment. "I don't think anybody in the school back home could beat my 'Miss. Graceful' moments. I've held the title for three years now al because I fell three times within fifteen minutes." She said laughing gently. She couldn't remember if she had ever told Thomas that, but she probably would one day. "This little handicap just adds to my gracefulness." She said gently as she patted her leg. She smiled gently as he talked about the mess in the wine cellar and she laughed softly. She looked around the bathroom for a moment then to Ryan. "I guess we could go back out now that Neils is gone. She said tiredly looking to at him before she looked to the tiled floor.
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Post by Ryan Andrews on Aug 11, 2007 21:27:39 GMT -5
"Well, I technically I am an alcoholic but I know it and it's not like there's a ton of people trying to get me to change or something. Of course, they'd never be able to do it anyway." He said and then looked at her, he hoped that she didn't see him as just an alcoholic since he wasn't drinking all of the time. Sure when she'd met him it had been the first time that he hadn't drank within twenty four hours in a long time. He didn't know when that would happen again, maybe not until school started. "Thomas isn't an alcoholic though, he never really was. He'd go with me and make sure that he stayed in better shape then I did so that he could make sure I didn't get hurt." He said and then looked at her, he didn't want her to think that Thomas drank heavily and things like that. Some people might wonder why he was defending him so much now but that was because he'd been there when he needed a friend so many years ago it was the least that he could do.
He watched as she ran a hand over the scars, he was curious about them but he wasn't going to ask any questions. Especially after what she had just went through. "Yeah but still, if you hadn't hit him then he might have tried to get you out of the house." He said and then wondered if he would have been able to get her away from her brother if he had to. He didn't know if he would have been able to. "He said something about me didn't he." He said and then sighed, ever since their little encounter with her brother a depressed feeling had came over him. "So he's met them well I'm friends with all of them. I'm sure that Branden would be willing to take him in and show him the ways around here. Sean's the comedian of the group and Thomas well, I don't know how I would describe him. I've known him for twelve years so I could go on and on about him." He said and then looked over to her, he didn't know how long he'd known Branden and Sean but it was for at least ten years or so. "I'm sure that he'd be able to make friends here though, just not me." He said and then looked at her and waited for her reaction to that.
"I've fallen three times in fifteen minuets though but my senses were impaired." He said and then looked at her, he was a little unsure how to respond that what she said about the handicap adding to her gracefulness. "I guess that we could get out of here. But I'm going to go off and play again. Feel free to join me though since I don't play for hours on end. The most I ever play for at a time is maybe a half hour." He said and then stood up and then held out his hand to help her up.
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Post by Jeanette Panagiotou on Aug 11, 2007 22:03:19 GMT -5
She looked at him for a moment and nodded. "I don't see you, or Thomas for that matter, as alcoholics for the record. I just see someone who has their reasons to drink." She said gently looking at the floor. She figured that Thomas didn't drink very much when he did. She had reasons to drink to, but unlike them she prefered to stay away from alcohol. Especially after the last time she drank. Though that night had ended up being quite memorable consider that her and Thomas had admited their feelings towards each other.
She looked up at him and frowned. "I can guarantee that would have been one of the few battles he would have lost." She said genty as her hands fiddled with her hair sub-conciuosly. She looked up at him and and frowned gently. She nodded her head gently. "Yeah, that's exactly why I slapped him. He had no right saying what he did and he knew it." She said gently looking at him. "I hope so." She thought gently as she looked at Ryan then down at her hands.
She looked back up to him and chuckled. "That's different though. I was completely sober and coherent." She said sweetly. She watched him get up and smiled gently. She took his hand and slowly with his help she was up off the floor. She smiled gently and nodded. "I may join you in a few minutes, but I need to call a friend to bring me a few things for tonight. I think I may have left my phone in the kitchen." She said gently as she walked out of the bathroom. Her limp was nowhere near noticeable with the brace on. That's one thing she liked about it. It didn't draw so much attention to herself.
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Post by Ryan Andrews on Aug 12, 2007 8:54:59 GMT -5
"Well, it's good to know that you see it that way." He said and then looked over at her, only his sister knew why he'd been drinking a lot more than he normally would. It was so that he could try and block out all of the dreams that have been haunting him for awhile now. It wasn't working too well because he still had them a lot. It seemed like they occurred every other night or so. The only reason why his sister knew about them was because she'd been home when he'd started screaming in his sleep and she'd ran in to see what was the matter. He hoped that something like that didn't happen tonight, or earlier then tonight because he knew that he'd have to take a nap sometime today to try and catch up on all of the sleep that he had been missing lately. "So I take it that he's a pretty good fighter. Well I'd hate for him to get into some fights with some of the people around here though because some of them just don't care what tactics they use." He said and then looked up at the ceiling she probably didn't know what he meant by that but he did. Some people around here like to suddenly try and hit you with a chair or something like that. Luckily that had never happened to him since he didn't get into too many fights.
"I'm not sure if I want to know what was said then." He said knowing that she probably wouldn't tell him anyway. Maybe it was best that he didn't know so that he didn't hold that against him either. "I've fallen down three times in that amount of time when I was sober too but of course I was like two or three at the time." He said and then grinned he knew that he could tell her stories about the times that Thomas just tripped over something and fell down and then went to sleep on the spot. But, those stories were for another time. "Ok, well I guess that I may see you in a few minutes then." He said and then made his way out of the bathroom and back down the hallway before entering the room again. He sat down on the bench and stared at the plain white walls. There only was one small window in the corner and right now the room wasn't overly bright like it would be if he had turned the light on. He then began to play again as he continued the sad song that he'd been playing before. He hadn't intended to continue playing the same song, it had just happened.
((Short but I have to take a shower and then get ready to go to a family reunion.))
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Post by Jeanette Panagiotou on Aug 12, 2007 9:15:27 GMT -5
She looked at him and frowned gently. "He's more of a verbal fighter over physical, but if he finds the need to he packs a hard punch." She said gently looking at her harm. She figured she could get herself the bag of peas or an icepack to put on it while she was in the kitchen. She looked at him and shook her head. "You really don't." She said gently looking at her feet.
She laughed sweetly at him and rolled her eyes. She looked at him and nodded gently and watched him walk off to the room. She heard the sound of the piano as she entered the kitchen. She found her phone sitting right next to her ice pouch. She went to the fridge and opened up the freezer to get out a bag of peas and the ice pack. She figured that she could swap out Thomas's bag of peas on her way to the piano room. She picked up her phone and put the ice pack on her arm as she dialed Maddison's phone number. "Hey, Maddie... yeah, uh, I need you to bring that stuff I left at your place last week... No, I don't want to explain right now, just bring that stuff to Ryan Andrews' place." She said gently. "Thanks, see you in a bit. Hey, if one of us doesn't answer then just set the bag down on the doorstep and I'll check later... Bye" She said sweetly then closed her phone.
She picked up the bag of peas and quietly made her way to the living room. She knealt down next to Thomas and looked at him before she carefully lifted the bag of peas off his knee and replaced it with the other bag. She then moved up and brushed some of his hair out of his face and kissed him on the forehead gently before she stood still holding the ice pack to her arm. She made her way to the piano room. She quietly slipped in and watched his hands as they played over the song. She recognized it as the same song he had been playing earlier, but she didn't say anything. She was starting to wish she had her accoustic guitar. She would love to be able to go somewhere secluded and play trying to vent her own anger.
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Post by Ryan Andrews on Aug 12, 2007 17:05:31 GMT -5
Once again, he was so focused on what he was doing that he didn't notice the door open and close. He wasn't looking at music or keys, he was just playing the song from memory it was one that he played a lot. He was looking at the photos on the wall again it was something that he tended to do while he was playing for some reason. As soon as the song ended he stopped playing and looked around and noticed that Jeanette had came into the room. "I'll try and play something that's a little more happy for you. Since I'm sure that you don't want to hear sad songs but I tend to play music that fits my mood so I'll try my best to try and get the song to come out right." He said and then looked at the floor there was a stack of music sitting there and somewhere in there was the song that he was looking for. He leaned over and began to sift through the papers before he found the one that he wanted. He set the music up on the music holder before he began to play again.
This song had a completely different tone then the other one did. The other one was mostly low notes while this one was made up of mostly high notes. Not to mention it had a fast beat to it but it wasn't overly challenging. Of course, it was one of the songs that his mother always used to make him play when he had to entertain guests on the piano. He was glad that she didn't make him do that anymore when she had parties here. Actually, when she had her formal parties he'd just stay up in his room unless he knew that a girl around his age would be there. Then he'd dress up and actually appear at the parties. He wondered if he was doing a good job at playing the song then again, she probably wouldn't notice if he messed up. A short while later the song ended and he looked from the music over to where Jeanette was again. "If you really wanted I could probably play whatever you thought up. Just as long as it's not really really fast or something." He said as he took the music and set it on top of the pile.
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Post by Jeanette Panagiotou on Aug 12, 2007 17:18:51 GMT -5
She watched him as he played. The song was so sad sounding to her. She looked up to his face and noticed he wasn't looking at music or anything. She glanced at the wall she was looking at then back to him after she saw the pictures. "Oh, you don't have to. I find sad songs more inspiring than happy ones a lot of the time." She said gently. He played a happy one too. She noticed the major difference and she didn't know why, but she liked the sad song more than the happy one. She walked over to him and leaned against the piano listening as he went on playing.
She listened to the song and looked at him smiling gently. "Actually,... I was wondering if maybe I could play on it a little. If you don't mind that is." She said softly looking at him. She played the piano whenever she was on her own in the apartment these days. Either that or whenever Neils wasn't around. It reminded the both of them of their dad and when she had been in the wreck she ended up playing on the piano a lot back home when she didn't have her dad to listen to anymore.
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Post by Ryan Andrews on Aug 12, 2007 19:38:02 GMT -5
"I've been playing a lot of sad songs lately. I actually composed one but there isn't any words to it and it still needs a few finishing touches. But you're welcome to play the piano anytime that you're over here. If you want to be alone I can go watch Thomas for awhile and make sure he doesn't fall off the couch." He said and then got off of the bench, he hoped that she wouldn't want to hear his little composition now because he didn't think that it was that good. Or at least, it wasn't as good as the songs that he'd just been playing. He made his way over to where the small window was and then looked out of it. From there you could see part of the side yard but he could understand why his parents put this room here because there really wasn't that much of a view. Then again, you could see things a lot better from the upper floors and this room basically was just a storage place for the piano since they moved it from the living room a few years ago.
"Feel free to dig around in the music that's there if you want." He said and then made his way toward the back of the room and he kicked a couple of cans aside before circling back to where the door was. He figured that she would want to be alone and once he was sure that Thomas was fine then he could find something to do. Maybe he would try and take a nap he usually could fall asleep anywhere so he could just curl up in a chair and go to sleep. Either that or he could clean up the house a bit it wasn't dirty but it would be another thing to do to pass the time. Or maybe he would go upstairs and sit in his room and stare at more pictures or something. Then, if he was feeling brave he could put in some old home movies. The only reason why he would have to feel brave was the fact that once he got to watching them a ton of memories would be brought back to life in his mind and he knew that there was a huge chance that he could start to lose it.
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Post by Jeanette Panagiotou on Aug 12, 2007 19:53:04 GMT -5
She smiled gently and watched him get up. She looked at him for a moment then sat down on the bench and looked over the keys. She was about to play when she noticed him move for the door. She did kind of wantto be alone for a bit, so she didn't give him an objection to it. Her vision fell back to to the piano and her hands slowly started to play. Most people would recognize it once she started to sing. She had heard Tonight I Wanna Cry on the radio a couple of weeks ago and she wanted to learn how to play it so she started to listen to it more and more and she pretty much figured out the notes on her own. She slowly started to hum then it grew to an actual voice and she couldn't stop herself. The music was flowing and her need to sing it was as well.
She closed her eyes and let the words come forth as images of her father through the years traveled through her mind.
"Alone in this house again tonight I got the TV on, the sound turned down and a bottle of wine There's pictures of you and I on the walls around me The way that it was and could have been surrounds me I'll never get over you walkin' away
I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control But I'm just drunk enough to let got of my pain To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain From my eyes Tonight I wanna cry
Would it help if I turned a sad song on "All By Myself" would sure hit me hard now that you're gone Or maybe unfold some old yellow lost love letters It's gonna hurt bad before it gets better But I'll never get over you by hidin' this way
I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control But I'm just drunk enough to let got of my pain To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain From my eyes Tonight I wanna cry
I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control But I'm just drunk enough to let got of my pain To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain From my eyes Tonight I wanna cry"
She stopped and her eyes fluttered open stareing at the keys for a moment looking at her hands. She reached up and brushed away a tear that had managed to slip away from her.
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Post by Branden Devereaux on Aug 12, 2007 21:39:40 GMT -5
"I'll be, well somewhere in the house if you need me." He said and then opened the door and shut it quietly he could hear her playing and he knew that she was rather good at it. He recognized the song and he wondered if she was feeling as sad and depressed as he was at the moment. Then again, she did say that she found sad songs more inspiring so maybe she was just looking for some inspiration. He made his way down the hallway and out into the living room again. It looked like Thomas hadn't moved since he had fallen asleep. He made his way over to the couch and then sat down on the coffee table again and gently lifted up the bag up to check on his knee again. It looked as if the swelling had went down and he let out a sigh of relief. Maybe things would work out for the best and he wouldn't have to drag Thomas to the hospital after all. He checked the clock on the wall and realized that in an hour or so he would have to wake Thomas up and give him some more medication if his knee was still bothering him but he knew that it probably would be. He then made his way out of the living room and upstairs.
((short but my muse just went. Today was not a good day for rping in the world of Megan.))
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Post by Jeanette Panagiotou on Aug 12, 2007 21:59:17 GMT -5
She played a little longer playing the lullaby her father used to sing her to sleep with as she sang the words softly with the music. It definately was happier than the song before and it had a slight lullaby sound to it. She looked up when she finished play it an d pulled out her locket from underneith her shirt and opened it looking at her father. "I miss you, Papa." She murmured softly as she looked at it for a moment. She closed it, but she didn't tuck it back under her shirt. She stood up and walked out of the room closing it.
She walked into the living room and looked at Thomas who was still asleep. She didn't see how he did it. How could he sleep through everything that's gone on so far? She walked over and sat down on the floor next to the couch. She watched him for a moment then rested her head on the couch next to him with her arm laying underneath it and her other hand reached up and she laid it over his hand with her thumb brushing over his knuckles soflty. Her eyes slowly started to close and her thumb motions started to slow until she was asleep with her hand resting over his and her head laying on her arm next to him.
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Post by Branden Devereaux on Aug 13, 2007 17:35:27 GMT -5
Ryan quickly made his way down the upstairs hallway and into his room he somehow managed to get there without looking at any pictures. He curled up on his bed and within a few minutes he was fast asleep. But he was swept into another one of the haunting dreams that he'd been having for about he past year or so. In this one he was sitting on a swing at the playground and he seemed to be watching Greg and him play in the sandbox. And out of nowhere Greg came up to him and the image of him as four disappeared, a weird feeling washed over him it felt really odd to be looking at him as a four year old while in this dream he was himself in the present. Not to mention that four year old image had just vanished like it had never been there. "You're going to have to remember me sometime you know." Greg said and then in an instant he was gone too and he was left alone.
Ryan's eyes flew open and he realized that he was shaking slightly. His eyes wandered over to the clock next to his bed, he'd been asleep for abut an hour. "Why does that keep happening? I do remember you, honestly." He said and knew that he was talking to himself but he wished that the answer would just come out of thin air. He didn't know why in the dreams the same thing kept getting told to him. But he did know one thing, that he'd better get downstairs since Jeanette was probably wondering where he'd ran off to. He quickly made his way downstairs and into the living room and looked at Jeanette before moving over to Thomas. He wondered if he had ever woken up or if she had just fallen asleep watching him sleep. He made his way over to a chair and then sat down before leaning back and watching the hands on the clock move.
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