A Party of Sorts [open]

[semper eastlyn-capone]

After all these years of having to hail a taxi just to get to Tam's house, I'm still not used to it. I preferred to be able to just drive myself around, but I can't with my eyesight being so horrendously bad. Everything was blurry to the point where it took me a few minutes to recognize someone if I couldn't already tell from their voice. It was really only a matter of time before all I could see were shades and shadows, but that didn't matter now. Tam had invited me over for something and I wasn't going to miss it, even if it meant I had to sniff my way there. Really, all I wanted was to see Sam and Clem. They were so grown up already.... it still killed me some on the inside to know that they only thought of me as an uncle. Oh well. Not like I can change that without getting Tam severely pissed at me.

The taxi came to a stop and I payed the guy, got out, and carefully made my way up to their front door. One time I wasn't very careful and ended up doing a faceplant into the ground, so you can bet your bottom dollar that I wasn't going to have that happen again. Not only embarassing, but hurt like hell. So I stared intently at the ground, finding the steps and keeping a hand on the railing for balance and stuck a hand out in front of me so I could feel the door before I ran into it, and knocked on it to let them know I was there.



((Spellcheck's being a bugger, too lazy to put it into Microsoft word, too. xD ))

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[clem brown]

To be honest, life for Clem was often complicated and difficult, really, people just didn't understand how difficult it was. Being as incredibly good looking, entertaining and charming as he was, well it was no wonder people (and of course we don't mean to boast here), but the ladies especially, wanted him at the parties and of course, being the terribly selfless and giving person he was, he just felt obliged to drink what was given to him, after it all, it was rude not too.

So really, the pounding hangover wasn't his fault, no matter what Sam said (or didn't say...Sam had a talent for such things) or his mum or dad, really he was just playing along with what every member of authority always wanted; selfless, caring and loving people in the community. Technically his drinking was just testament to that.

Funny thing was, no one bought it. It truly was a perverse world, Clem thought to himself. For that reason Clem had spent most of his time curled up beneath his duvet in his room, the same lipstick stain against his chest from last night in just his boxers. Now however, he was actually pretty hungry. Plus his mum got mad if he missed dinner so it was reluctantly that he pulled himself out bed, threw on some baggy trousers and gently pushed open the door. He'd only just got to the bottom of the stairs, when the doorbell went. He waited a moment for someone else to get it before grumbling and moving to the door.

"We don't buy stuff at the door, piss o...oh...hey Uncle Semp," He said managing to muster a look of a tiny bit more interest as he saw the giant standing on his door step before giving a yawn, ruffling his already dishevelled hair a bit more before opening the door a bit wider.

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[sage amato]

Benefits of being the CEO of a major company: not having a boss, being your own boss, getting paid for telling yourself you can do whatever you want, not having a boss, getting pick what car to drive today out of the several company cars, not having a boss, getting to spend time at work flirting with the gorgeous men and women in the offices, not getting in trouble for it because you're the boss, and oh, no boss. Sage had underestimated the position of CEO. While he did have several responsibilities holding the Apple company together, he had several consultants that wouldn't allow him to screw up the name which gave him the time to well, still be a seventeen year old kid.

Sage was driving in his car with two scantily clad woman giggling in the backseat. Occasionally, Sage would look into his rear view mirror to see the girls playing with each other. Sage would smirk and wink, only wishing he could be in the back with them. The bachelor looked down at his iPhone when it played a soft jingle. The screen displayed, "PARTY AT TAM'S. DON'T BE LATE AGAIN!" Sage looked at the clock realizing people were probably already showing up. He swerved his car to the curb and screeched to a halt. "Sorry ladies. Unfortunately, your stop is here." The girls sat in the back with pouts on their faces not quite sure whether he was being serious. Instead of getting angry, Sage flashed one of his famous smiles that promised a next time. The girls smiled and giggled back, hurrying out the door.

Sage barely let the door close before speeding down the road towards Tam's house. The drive that should have taken around half an hour, only took ten. He never worried about being pulled over, because he could simply charm the police man or woman into letting him go, the benefits of having Aphrodite genes. Sage looked in the mirror and checked his clothing before getting out of the car, locking it, and ringing the bell to Tam's house.

[clem brown]

Clem was just about to close the door behind Semper when there was another arrival. Begged the question; how many people had his mum bloody invited. However after seeing who it was, all such thoughts were abolished.

"So you're giving up your evening to spend time with us rather than drunk naked women, my respect for you is slowly dwindling mate" He grinned broadly as he addressed his favourite uncle. See, Sage and Clem had a lot in common, they were both perfectly aware of how bloody good looking they are and used it as a pretty powerful weapon too, very few people actually approved of their contact though considering Uncle Sage openly encouraged Clem's behaviour and Clem thought Uncle Sage's life was the one to have.

"Be careful by the way, my mums in a bit of a bad mood, you've been warned" He said a little more cheerfully as he scratched his chest, smearing the lipstick mark.

[semper eastlyn-capone]

I had no idea who had opened the door until I heard Clem's voice quite near, so I could only guess that it was him. I could just barely make out the blurry features of his face, and it still scared me how much we looked alike. Of course he did, though; he was one of my sons. He and Sam just didn't know it. Scary coincidence, I think is how they saw it. I've wanted to tell them that Adam (I've become a lot more of a friend to him, but I still have a grudge against him) wasn't their real father, but I doubted that they'd take too well to that. They'd probably pull the whole "You're not my father, you were never here for either of us or mum!" To which I would have no way to respond so I would just leave. Anyway.

I heard him yawning. "Bit of a long night, I assume?" I asked him, giving a light smirk. "I can only hope that y' went easy on the poor ladies 'n' didn't break nothin'." I made my way carefully into the house, going mostly off memory of where all the walls and obstacles were. A table here, a lamp there, shorter table here, wall there. Why the hell were we all here? I had no idea.

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[sage amato]

Sage had seen Semper walk into the house before he had approached the door completely. The two were best friends, brothers even. There had been a moment in high school where Sage had loved his best friend and when an Aphrodite loved, they loved hardcore. Semp was someone he didn't want to just have sex with, though he wouldn't protest. Sage's best friend was more than just some person to hit and quit. He was the person he went to for everything and could spend a whole day just talking to the man. Sage never believed him when, he said that he loved the son of Aphrodite. Now, Sage realized that he really did, but that was all in the past. Semp was in love with his half sister, Chicago, and Sage was over him. Well, he was over love in general.

He gave a small smile to Semp forgetting that he couldn't really see him. He turned his attention to Clem, his favorite nephew. He saw so much of himself in the young grandson of Aphrodite. His looks were, of course, beyond human, but his personality was almost identical to Sage's, maybe even worse. Clem made a smart remark about ditching the ladies to come over. Sage smirked at the boy. "Well, it wasn't easy parting with the gorgeous girls in the backseat, but getting them back to my place won't be too hard to do again. Your mother on the other hand, her forgiveness is hard to come by." Sage nodded at Clem then entered the house.

Semp moved slowly once inside. He was getting worse every day it appeared. His eyesight was bad back when they were kids, but now, it was everything but gone. Sage couldn't help but feel slightly bad for his best friend. His eye sight was going down the hole and his sons were his very nephews that didn't know that "Uncle" Semp was their father. It was really a sad situation that Sage tried not to think of much. It really wasn't his place. "So, why are we here? Tam called us over so I assumed party?"

[adam c. brown]

Adam could not believe his luck. Out of all days, Tam wanted to have guest over to the house, and Adam just had a hail storm of a day at work. It started out just like any other shift paper work from the previous day, meetings, and few other mundane work of the Police force, to keep up the Charade for the mortals that everything was on the up and up. That was the whole point of the Demigods division of the Richmond Police force for the mortals to never know that there are Gods, Demigods, and the loads of trouble that follow right behind the maelstrom that most Demigod’s left behind in their wake, and that’s what happen this very night.

The call came in right before Adam was about to head into head back to headquarters to do some last few papers that were due in the morning then call it a night, but it wasn’t his lucky night. He was the closet one to the site that was called in, and closet Demigod to it as well. The call was talking about an disturbance at a local cemetery, and Adam got a bad feeling about it right off the bat, but duty called so Adam threw his Baby, his black Impala that Adam kept in near perfect condition for the past few decades, around and headed toward the address of the cemetery that was given and the bad feeling nestling in the bottom of his gut came for the ride.

When Adam arrived to the scene he tried hard not to laugh, and for once he thanked the bad feeling in his gut for being present because it helped just slightly. It was for Adam he just stepped out of reality and into one of the very old 70s black and white zombie films, with the whole nine yards with fog, the upturned earth at several graves, and the zombies, yup the zombies. Adam determined off the bat that this was the work of a Child of Hades. Adam thought the night was turning his way maybe just a little anyway. For The Zombies were scattered around the cemetery, and not one mortal, soul was around! Which saved Adam from coming up with a lie, and taping off the area before dealing with the undead.

Adam noticed something about the zombies while he was taking off his leather jacket that Tamara and the kids had bought for him two Christmases ago, that the Zombies were moving very slow, and sluggish and the only things Adam could think to cause this type of movement with Zombies was due to the fact that the magic the Demigod used to work over the now “unrested” Dead was weak, or the bodies that were reanimated were too far decayed from the earth, and its inhabitance. Whichever was the case Adam thank his lucky stars for it, because it would make his work pretty damn easy of disposing them. It took Adam about an hour or two disposing of the Dead, and setting the remains on fire, and another hour to look for anything that was left behind by the culprit of the crime, but none was found. The Demigod that did the deed was very good at covering their tracks, and was long since gone.

After retrieving his leather jacket which was somehow even though Adam took it off to avoid damaging the gift it still had some old Zombie goo, dead skin with meat still attached, dirt, a tooth, and a new slash on the side. Adam climbed back into his Impala very tiringly to find the text about Guest being over from Tam, and Adam couldn’t help but groan knowing Tamara would not let him in the house as he was now. With his outfit ruined by the job of dealing with the dead. Putting on his seat beat Adam headed back to the office to punch out a report about what had went down tonight, one fake for the Mortal Chief, and one real for his own higher ups. The other paper that was due in the morning was just going to have to be put off for another night. Tamara was already going to be killing him for bring work home on his clothes, but being late for a Guest she invited might set her off to revive him and do the deed all over again.

Adam pulled up to his house, and couldn’t help but curse slightly under his breath as he noticed a car he did not recognize right off the bat at his house, and the feeling in his gut made another entry from stage right and settled in for the show, as it seemed the guest had already arrived. Hopefully he could slip in without them seeing him like this, and even better luck for Tamara not to see him period until he got a quick shower. Adam made it quickly to the door which wasn’t hard with very long legs that he had and the strides he took, and quickly opening the door and getting in before shutting on himself and Adam briefly paused to take in the people that were in his house, and a smile couldn’t be help but spread across his lips as his eyes fell on to a set of guys one a giant in his own right, and the other the very infamous, Casanova of Apple, two fellows he hadn’t seen in a while, and his son all under the same roof, and he couldn’t help but thank back on a similar incident that had took place nearly 17 years ago, but the roles were different this time around. “And to thank I worried all this time Tamara would invite some important CEO from overseas, and it was just you guys,” Adam wanted to greet the guys with a handshake at least but thought otherwise when he looked down at his dirty hands and the rest of himself that was still covered with goo, dirt, dead remains, and ash from the bonfire that he had a few hours ago. “Let me go take a quick shower, and I’ll be right down.” On the way over to by Adam gave Clem a one arm hug and kissed the young man on the top of his head like his always done since he was born, and after the deed was done. He couldn’t help but spare Semper Clam and Sam’s real Father a glance and wished that he retained from doing he small gesture that was such an habit for Adam now since his done it since the boys were young. He just wished that Tamara would have told the boys who “Uncle” Semper real was to them, but that was a bridge they would cross later.

Before it got too acquired Adam changed the subject by looking down at his son’s chest and notice the leftovers from his Clem’s activities from whenever. Adam rolled his eyes and poked the lipstick print and said, “ It looks like we both forgot to clean up, and since I didn’t burst into flames when I walked through the door meaning your mom isn’t here or is doing something in another room. Whichever it is, cover for me until I get out of the shower.” and with that Adam took off upstairs to the master bedroom that Tamara and Adam shared and threw his dirty, worn clothes of the day in the hamper, climbed into the shower that could fit at least four grown adults and took one of his Ten year Old’s famous “lighting” fast showers, toweled off and dressed in all about five minutes, and came back down the stairs in a blue and white striped shirt tan cargo shorts, and bare feet, since he was home.

[tamara brown]

Tam was in a particularly bad mood, why you ask? The answer was simple really, not only had her husband failed to turn up ON TIME, her 2nd oldest son rolled in at midday completely out of his head despite her having spent the whole night worrying or the fact that that smarmy git from the station got more funding than her show but she'd also discovered 5 grey hairs this morning.

She was not best pleased.

She didn't realise her second son had surfaced from the chaotic monstrosity he liked to call a bedroom until she heard the 2 other familiar voice followed by his.

"Semp?...you're not still walking around are you? I swear to god you should have a warning sign attached to your front, I mean honestly with your god-awful eyesight coupled with your bloody height you're an accident waiting to happen. Have you even bothered to go see a doctor yet?" She frowned at him, her hand moving onto her hip as she gazed flatly at the man towering in her doorway.

"Sit down before you do yourself an injury." She said with an eye roll before clapping eyes on both her brother and her son, her eyes narrowing almost immediately.

"Sage step away from the underage minor, if you put any more crap into that boys head I'll make you as bloody blind as Semp then see how much success you have driving round in that bloody death trap of a car, and don't even get me started on that...bimbo you brought back last time, honestly, if you ever decide to bring something that vapid again to the table, don't bother, I'm sure we could find one of Clem's socks that's a bit more interesting...although knowing how long they've been sitting around it'd probably start tap dancing," She grumbled as she dipped her finger in the thing she'd been mixing.

"And you're not looking very healthy, do you even bother sleeping? The number of takeaways you eat...god I just don't know, you'll end up 5 feet under sooner than you think if you're not careful...so I made the both of you some food to take home because I don't care what you say Semp, you shouldn't be in the kitchen and Sage let's not even kid you know where your kitchen is," She said waggling the spoon between them. This may come as a shocking surprise but yes, nagging was actually a great pass time of Tam's, that and feeding the people she most loved to nag. Although admittedly she had probably poisoned a few people in her early days of discovering a love of cookery (the toaster in the microwave being a perfect example of the many possible fatalities one could have observed) but since she'd actually become very good. Eventually however, it had proved that the nagging was what would earn the money. She'd been co-hosting a small talk show for the past 4 years although it only about 6 months ago that it had actually started to take off, it was a daytime slot which didn't bother her much, she only had to go in twice a week anyhow and that's how she wanted it to stay. Plus having such a dysfunctional family took an amount of effort and time.

She'd was just turning back to the kitchen when she caught sight of a dark haired man sidling down the steps. Her gaze flattened.

"And what time do you call this?! You were meant to be home hours ago!" She snapped, her hand moving back onto her hip as she eyed down her husband.

[clem brown]

Clem grinned at his Uncle Semp.

"You could say that but well y'know, I'm always a gentlemen, they asked me to come, the noble thing to do was to oblige, scary how selfless I am, I mean really, dad must've actually managed to teach me something about...what was it...it was a pretty long word...integrimaty over the years," He nodded sadly completely ignorant to the fact that most 17 year olds could pronounce 'integrity' without sounding like a 5 year old.

"But ah! You see Uncle Sage, here's the thing with my mother and you know it's sad you've never picked up on it, of course I can't tell if it's my dazzling good looks or that maternal crap she has going on but all I do is flash her one of these-" He said pausing to flash one of his boyish cheeky grins before continuing.

"And it's all ok...either that or I run...like the flipping clappers and leave it to Dad or Sam, if they can't get round her, no one can," Clem informed him matter of factly, turning casually as he saw his dad come through the door, his eyes widening like a school kids.

"Wow, what the bloody hell happened to you? You're covered in slime...mum's gonna kill you...I'd run...now," Clem said poking a bit of the goo before wrinkling his nose and shaking it off his finger.

[semper eastlyn-capone]

I had no idea that Clem even know such big words like that. No offense to him well, maybe a little bit. Even I had no idea what on earth integrimaty meant. I paused my slow trudging to turn my head in the direction of his voice. "You're quite the gentleman, Clem, but I ain't got a clue what the hell that 'I' word means." I couldn't help but laugh lightly. You'd think I'd know what he was talking about, but I was completely lost. Must have something to do with "the talk." "Do y' mean integrity?"

Anyway, I heard Sage's voice somewhere behind me and I wanted to go talk to him, but Tam's obnoxious nagging forced me to do otherwise. I waved my hand dismissively as I ducked under a doorway. "'course I'm walkin'! I'm partly blind, not partly paralyzed." I managed to find one of the chairs in the kitchen and placed myself down in it. "I can't even read a phone book, how the hell'm I s'posed t' see a doctor?" I retorted, smirking a good bit. Tam was always a good nagger, and being a mother certainly didn't change that at all. Things just were never right for her; they had to be perfect for the nagging to stop. After nearly two decades of listening to her get all nitty-gritty about stuff, I'm quite used to it. "Hey, it's insultin' t' threaten someone int' bein' as blind as me!" I called from the kitchen when I heard her threaten Sage.

Tam seemed to have moved onto another part of the house, leaving me alone in the kitchen. She had said she would make us food to take home (which I now loved since she has evolved from shoving toasters in ovens), so I figured I might as well make sure that she's made everything right. I looked around, seeing no blurry dark heads and assuming that Clem was still out with Sage, so I got off the chair and trailed my hand along the edge of the table, making my way toward where Tam had all the food. There was a multi-colored blotch on the other end of the table, and the smell of it I assumed it was some sort of cheese dip. Fuck yes.

[/s] I gave one last glance around and saw no blurry people, so I sat down at the end of the table with the bowl of melted cheese with some kind of peppers in it, picked a chip from a nearby bowl, and set to work on the dip, waiting to see if people would move on from the foyer.


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[zachery m. brown]

Zac wasn’t that far from the house so when he heard his mother’s voice going off about something, and knew I it was safe for him to come home about now. Zac had kind of lost track of time reading his book earlier today, and he had completely forgot his mother’s request for come home before the sun had gone down, and instead of being the first one to be chew out by her. Zac wanted to be one of the last since his mom would have taken most of her nagging out on the first few family members that upset her.

Zac stood up, placed his bookmark in the place he stopped at, and stretched on the space provided the thick tree branch he was resting in. Zac selected the branches he was going to take on the way down to the forest ground, and went to work flipping and leaping from branch to branch only spotting and landing before launching himself once more until he landed on the leaf covered earth. Zac looked back up the tree barely out of breath from the ordeal and just thought how worried his mother would be if she knew he was up that high in the tree, but only briefly. Before wondering if he should pick up his practice throwing knives, and bow and arrows, which he was practicing with earlier; and decided to leave them be. They would be fine this far in the forest that only a very few people every wondered, but hiding it still was a smart move to do. It would be a pain to deal with his mom and dad about buy a new set of throwing knives or bow.

It only took Adam only five minutes pushing it pretty hard to get back to his backyard fence that separated his house and a field that the neighborhood kids played and then the forest. This time Adam was a bit out of breath from his little journey, but he still had enough energy to hope the fence and walk to the backdoor of the house, and open very quietly and searched the kitchen and spotted someone at the table, and closed his eyes tight waiting to get his ear nagged off, but it didn’t come and Zac opened one eye and found it was Uncle Semp sitting at the table eating some chips. Zac closed the door quietly and slowly behind him, keeping his eyes on Uncle Semp trying not to make a sound. He knew his Uncle was going blind, but he still had sharp other sense as well. He just needed to get pass him, and up the second flight of stairs that was in the other room and be home free. Coming up with a story that he snuck in through the window and was a sleep the entire time.

[amberlyn eastlyn-capone]

The Eastlyn-Capone name was well known throughout Richmond, and Amberlyn wore it with pride. She loved her family, with all her uncles and aunts and cousins, which is why the sixteen year old was so happy as she made her way up the walk of her Uncle Adam and Aunt Tam's house, with hair, makeup and clothes all perfectly in place, no evidence that the night before had happened, just the way she liked it. Mikki (as she was known by her family) didnt bother ringing the bell, just tried the door and found it open like she expected, and entered the house. Moving down the hallway she heard her aunts voice, but tuned it out as she saw her favourite relative, "Uncle Sage!!" and made a beeline for him, not noticing anyone else for the moment.

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[sage amato]

Sage couldn't help but chuckle. Clem certainly held that Aphrodite charm. He had the good looks and a perfect smile to match. "I see you've been working on your charming smile. Still can't top mine though." Sage flashed one of his famous smiles. The kind of smiles that got him out of some serious trouble and without, he would probably be sitting in jail in debt with all the lawsuits against him that people dropped because he was just so "kind."

Tam came prancing in. That was it. Tam didn't walk. She strutted, she pranced, she always had a bounce to her step. Something as simple as walking across the room could draw anyone's attention. Though she complained almost every day that she was getting "old" she was still as sexy as ever. Heck, some may say sexier. The only other thing that didn't fade away was her amazing ability to nag endlessly. "Tam, just because you have your thong in a bunch doesn't mean you have to take it out on me and poor Semp. And I don't need to know where my kitchen is. That's why I have a personal chef." He smirked, happy with himself.

Adam, Tam's husband and surrogate father for Clem and Sam, entered late, and Sage was glad that Tam would finally stop nagging him and turn her attention to her tardy hubby. Following him shortly was Amberlyn. She quickly turned to walk to him and Sage had gathered her in a hug. "There's my favorite niece! Damn, you really have grown up haven't you." Amberlyn really was Sage's favorite niece and it was crazy to see how stunning she became everyday. She really had both her mother and father's genes.

note: gah poop post.

[clem brown]

Clem chuckled as his uncle flashed a smile, giving him a pat on the shoulder.

"Well, we both know you've had a very...very...very long time to work on it, haven't we Unc?" He said innocently. The absolute last thing he thought when he thought of his uncle was old but still. It took him a moment to actually process that perhaps he had meant integrity, giving a shrug.

"Meh, same difference," He said callously when his cousin appeared, bolting right into Sage.

"Oi, what I don't get a hello? Did you see that? Here's me, spending all my time, running after my favourite cousin, making sure she's happy and safe and that's what I get? I mean really!" Clem cried.

((Crap post x.x))

[adam c. brown]

" I know, I know I was about to get off but then a call came in through the radio and I was the closet one," Adam luck really sucked tonight. As he found his hands up in the defensive position in front of the Tamara's nagging squad. Worse than any foreign countries firing squad in Adam's opinion for the simple fact that when they fired their weapons you died, but with Tamara's you’re not that lucky. Now his own hope was to suck up to his wife and try to talk himself out of it. He cleared the space that separated them kissing his wife on the lips."And it was a good thing too, I don't think Zeus would be happy with having zombies on the front page news tomorrow, and we all know if Zeus isn't happy no one is." Adam's eye's traveled to the bowl she was mixing and carefully removed it from Tamara's hand’s while saying,"Let me take that from you and I’ll help you in the kitchen." Adam put on one of his smiles that was nowhere near as dazzling as Sage or any male Demichild of Aphrodite, but it was one he knew that would work on Tam.

Adam lead the way to the kitchen and it was a very good thing he was in the lead because what he saw would undo every effort he just put in trying to defuse the Tamara' nagging BOMB.One was the giant, and father to Adam's two oldest, Semper siting at the table eating away at chips and dip and Adam's youngest Zachery about to turn the corner to go up the second pair of stairs but stopped dead in his tracks as Zachery saw his father, and his eyes grew wide like a Deer in the headlights. Adam twirled on his feet turning toward Tamara who barely had enough time to stop. Adam spoke fast but kept that smile that he knew she loved on his face. " On second thought TAMARA" Adam said loud enough just for Semper to hear since he has very poor eye sight.how about I finish up for you. While you go have fun with the guest and sit down. Your feet must be killing you. Adam turned Tamara around just in time to see Amber walk into the door. " Amber wonderful to see you dear. Here talk to your Aunt.
Adam waited at the archway between dinner room and the kitchen and with one free hand he waved to Zachery to go upstairs and just had to hope that Semper got the hint about the pending doom that was looming.