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Post by Stasya ♥ on Jul 30, 2008 23:20:32 GMT -5
"Make me," Dylan challenged Elliot.
"Dylan, stop," Stasya muttered. She held her hand to her eye and winced.
"/What/ happened," Tom demanded.
Stasya looked at Tom with icy eyes. "Nothing! I got punched, that's all. Happy?"
Tom crossed his arms. "Who punched you?"
"Ben. Accidently becuase he knows I'd whoop his ass if he actually hit me."
"You let some whimp punch you," Bill teased.
"What the hell!" Stasya stormed into the house, up the stairs and into her room.
"Someone has a short tempter today," Skye noted.
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Post by Abby! (: on Jul 30, 2008 23:21:52 GMT -5
"whats new" Aby and Elliott said in unison. "Dylan shut the f**k up before you end up like your twin" Elliott treatened
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Jul 30, 2008 23:28:29 GMT -5
"You want a piece of me," Dylan spat, jumping to his feet.
"Good point..." Skye sighed.
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Post by Abby! (: on Jul 30, 2008 23:29:44 GMT -5
"Why not" Elliott said "HEY!!!" Aby yelled at the top of her lungs "If your going to fight do it in the backyard." she said
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Jul 30, 2008 23:51:31 GMT -5
Dylan walked over until he was inches in front of Elliot and looked down at him. "Give it a try, shrimpy," he taunted with a smirk. He looked at Aby and stuck his lower lip out in a childish pout.
"Guys, calm down," Tom warned.
"Leave them. If Elliot thinks he can take on Dylan then we shouldn't stand in the way."
Tom looked at Bill as if he were crazy. "Dylan could eat Elliot! Look at the size of that kid!" he shouted.
Bill opened his mouth to say something but stopped when a loud crash came from the backyard, followed by the followed by what sounded like a dozen cement blocks falling into water. "What was that?"
"I don't
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Jul 30, 2008 23:58:56 GMT -5
((Ugh, it cut off on me!))
"I don't know," Tom replied.
Dylan looked toward the gate to the backyard then to Bill and Tom.
The twins got up and walked into the backyard. Under the water in the deep end of the pool was Stasya, struggling to get to the surface. "Oh, nuts," Tom tried to yell but it was like a whisper. The two stood paralyzed at the edge of the pool, unable to do anything.
Stasya kicked her legs, the bottom cuff of her jeans stuck insdie the very bottom of the pool in the filter. She kicked her legs andswung her arms but was unable to do anything. Her lungs burned for he need of fresh air and her vision was blacking quickly. She looked up but a cloud of bubbles blocked her vision.
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Jul 31, 2008 0:44:06 GMT -5
Stasya had been trying to open her window but it was stuck. She pulled harder until the glass slide up and shattered. She fell through the empty space and landed in the pool they had had installed a couple months ago. She kicked her legs and tried to get to the surface and realized her pants cuff and sock were stuck in the bottom of the filter. Slice she had had no time to scream, she was convinced she would drown before anyone had noticed that something was wrong. She even felt no one would care if she had drowned but she held onto what little hope there was. She now felt her limbs get tired and stiff, her lungs burned as if there was a lit match inside. She opened her mouth involuntarily, squeezed her eyes shut and screamed, it was muffled by the water and the last thing that she saw before her body gave in and she fell unconscious. She was limp she was float eerily under the water's surface. Her skin began to turn extremely pale and her lips slowly turned blue.
"No...." Tom saw the movement stop from under the water. He looked at Bill and he could feel his knees try to buckle from underneath him.
Tom was strong than Bill for he had fallen onto the slick, wet and glass covered patio. Muttering something and staring into the water with a blank gaze, Bill couldn't even feel the sharp shards of glass that shredded his jeans and knees. "Help," was the only word that could be made out of his muttering but it was an almost silent, hoarse whisper.
Tom grabbed Bill's shoulders and dragged him to one of the chairs so his knees wouldn't get cut up too badly. It took a huge amount of effort and teeth gritting to keep his knees from buckling from underneath him. "What was that," he asked hearing Bill's unitelligable mumbling.
"We were right standing right there, watching her drown, and didn't even try to help." Bill's voice was strained and uneven. He stared at the back fence blankly; his hands and knees began to shake and his teeth chattered.
By now, Dylan was worried beyond belief. The crash echoed in his ears as he walked slowly to the backyard. He opened the gate and looked at Bill and Tom by the sliding galss backdoor. His eyes took in the shatter glass on the ground, the drenched patio, Bill's bloody jeans before he turned his gae to the pool. He saw his twin sister's motionless form under the water and his eyes widened. He ran over to the pools edge -it felt like one of those moments in a dream where you're running as fast as you can but never really seem to go anywhere and time seems to stand still- and looked in the water to be sure his eyes weren't folling him. No, it was real. The white My Chemical Romance tee-shirt, her dark and baggy camo jeans and her balck and white camo converse only porved Dylan's worst fear. Without thinking, Dylan dove into the water and swam toward his sister's lifeless body. He swam down to the filter and looked at the caught matrials. He pulled his pocket knife from his pocket and began cutting at the jeans and sock, trying to to cut Stasya's ankle. Soon she was free and Dylan grabbed her around the waist before swimming desparately for the surface. He pulled her to the shallow side of the pool where the stairs were and climbed out, trying to pull his twin out too. He set her in the grass and sat down.
Tom took a few steps away from Bill toward Dylan and Stasya, facing his brother to make sure he wouldn't pass out or something. Please to see it didn't look like that would happen -but hating the blank look that remained there anyway- he turned and ran over to the two. That's when he let his knees buckle and slide across the grass.
Disliking how quiet and eerie things seemed from the backyard, Skye got up. He looked at Aby, J and Elliot, bit his lip and walked to the open gate. He saw the scene and gasped. Glass, water and blood. He looked up at the widow that had been shattered, inside, Stasya's blacklight was on. Not even having to see the lifeless form of his sister, he knew what had happened. Skye walked over to the chair beside Bill and sat down, holding his hands on his temples.
Bill continued to mumble, "We were stand right there, watching her drown, and didn't even try to help," over and over, his blank gaze glued to the fence.
Skye looked at Tom, "Did Bill snap? Do I need to bring his head back from the clouds or what?" He tried not to look at Stasya with her black eye, blue lips and pale skin.
Tom nodded and muttered an almost silent, "Please." He looked at the clenched fist of the girl and sigh, noticing they were bleeding from the glass and her nails digging into the skin.
Skye sighed and waved his hand in front of Bill's face. "Earth to Bill. Hello? Anybody home?" He stood up and got in front of his older brother. "William Kaulitz-Trumper? Hey, snap out of it!" Nothing seemed to work so Skye slapped Bill across the face, "SNAP OUT OF IT YOU IDIOT!"
That got Bill's attention. He blinked hard and looked at Skye in confusion. His hand flew up to the side of his face, where the imprint of SKye's hand sat red like a tattoo, and whimpered like a dog that had just been kicked.
"Come on, you don't need to be back her any longer." Skye helped Bill up and half dragged him into the front yard under the shade of the cherry tree. He set him down and sighed, shaking his head. "This will be a day we'll never forget," he sighed miserably.
Bill rocked his head back and forth, still whimpering.
"God damn it, Bill! Will you stop that," Skye demanded angrily. "She's only been gone for 5 minutes and you've already entered the dead zone?! Pull yourself together!" He took a step forwar and slapped Bill, repeatedly.
Bill pulled back and winced as Skye's hand struck the side of his face over and over. He whimpered and turned away, feeling hot tears spill over. He would've stood up and walked away if he felt he could do so but his legs felt limp.
Skye took a few steps back and sat down. He brought his knees to his chest, hugged them tightly and buried his head.
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Jul 31, 2008 0:46:44 GMT -5
((Adding two new sisters, Blake and Bryant. I know, both boy names but I don't care.))
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Jul 31, 2008 0:49:44 GMT -5
"The empire will fall like they planned on. Can we even last through the night? We watch as the skyscrapers crumble, under the burning blue sky, /their plans were right/!" Blake lifted her hand sleepily and felt around for her iPod. "LET'S TRY TO FIND A PLACE TO SLEEP. IT'S GOING ON DAYS /THAT WE'VE BEEN AWAKE/!" She groaned, the volume going as high as her iPod could go, as her hand brushed across the sensetive pad. She shut off the music player and opened her eyes. Even though it was already noon, Blake's room was a pitch black hole. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, humming to herself. She got up, grabbed some clothes and went into the bathroom to take a shower. 30 minutes later, she got out of the hot water and got dressed. She was wearing a dark grey Happy Bunny tee-shirt that read "You're Funny Looking!", dark blue, baggy jeans, a brown Tokio Hotel beanie and black flipflops with a large skull on the sole. She walked out of the bathroom, putting in her black lip rings, and jogged down the steps into the kitchen. "Good mor....ning," she started. Black shrugged, grabbed a container of Oreaos and went into the living room, completely unaware that one of her siblings had just fallen through a brokwn window and drown in the pool in the backyard.
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Jul 31, 2008 0:57:04 GMT -5
"I scream into the night for you, Don't make it true. Don't jump. The lights will not guide you through, they're deceiving you. Don't jump." Bryant opened her pale green eyes to the harsh sunlight coming in through her open window. Her earbuds were still in her ears from the night before. "Great, now my iPod''s going to die," she mumbled under her breath. She sat up with a grunt, pulled the earbuds out of her ears and set her black iPod on her pillow. She shuffled lazily over to the closet and screamed, hearing the sudden shatter of glass and "ka-splash". She pulled on her black Scary Kids Scarying Kids tee-shirt, baggy black jeans and black converse as quickly as she could. Bryant walked into the bathroom to finish getting ready. She brushed her hair and teeth and put on her eyeliner and eye shadow. Last, she put skull studs in her tongue and a silver hoop in her eyebrow. She jogged down the steps and ran into the living room. She looked at her twin sister and rolled her eyes, "Oreos for breakfast?" She looked out the front window and ran to the back sliding glass door. She stopped and saw Tom and Dylan sitting on the sides of Stasya, one of their siblings, misery, fear and panic showed on their faces. Bryant ran into the kitchen, sliding like a cartoon character on the tile floor, and grabbed the phone off the wall before falling on her back end. She quickly dialed 911 and held the phone to her ear. A couple minutes later she ran out to the front yard, "WHO DID IT?!"
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Jul 31, 2008 1:26:31 GMT -5
Blake stood up and ran out the front door to her sister's side. "Who did what, Bry?"
"Who pushed Stasya out the window," Bryant demanded. She looked at Bill leaning sideways against the cherry tree and Skye against the house with his face buried in his knees. "Someone better own up right now!" ((Blake and Bryant were really close with Stasya.))
"I did-didn't do it," Skye said, his voice cracking.
Bill simply shook his head, still not facing anyone.
Bryant crossed her arms and looked at Elliot, Aby and J. "Do you guys know anything about it?"
Blake's eyes widened. "Wait, some pushed Stasya threw the window?!"
Bryant looked at her twin and nodded. "I saw the broken glass on the back patio by the pool, blood and water. Not to mention that Dylan and Tom are sitting beside the limp and lifeless body of our sister!"
Blake's chin quivered. "N-n-n-n-no.... Th-th-th-that can't be-be right." Blake often stuttered when she was worried or afraid.
"Calm down, Blake. I'm scared too but we have to try to remain calm." Bryant pat her sister on the shoulder.
Blake clamped her eyes shut with effort. "B-but who-who-who would do such a thing? I me-mean, she's our sis-sis-sis-t-er."
"I think she fell or jumped..."
Bryan and Blake looked at Skye. His eyes were red and his cheeks were stained with black streaks from where his make-up had run from the tears. They noticed the knees of the jeans had large, black, wet stains. Their eyes urged for him to continue.
"It didn't look nor sound like she had been pushed. Plus you two and Mollie were the only one's inside at the time making the possablity for someone to have pushed her impossible unless Mollie's way more heartless that she acts." Skye closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall.
Blake looked at Bill and cocked her head, her eyes now filling up with water. She walked slowly over to him and sat on her knees. "Bill? Are-are-are y-you okay?" She put her hand on his shoulder. She bit her lip not seeing any reaction and stood up. "B-b-b-b-b-bill?"
After a couple minutes, Bill took a deep breath but didn't look at anyone. "One of my sister's just drowned and you ask if I'm okay? Do I look like I'm okay?" His words were bitter and harsh with attitude. He got to his face, shoved past Blake and Bryant and walked into the house, slamming the door front behind him as well as the bathroom door. The click of the lock being turned was loud.
"Did you see his face? He was white as a sheet all except for the zebra like strips down his cheeks." Bryant sighed. "We may be lossing more than just a sister."
The loud ring of sirens burst moments before and ambulance, firetruck and police car pulled in front of the house. A medic and police officer walked over to Bryant, "Where's the emergency, mame?"
Bryant pointed to the backyard.
The men ran back and the sound of their gasps were clearly audible as well as their footfall on the glass and water. They looked at Stasya and sighed. "How long as she been out," the medic asked Tom.
Tom reared his head back and looked at the medic in confusion. "What?"
"How long as she been unconscious, sir," the medic repeated in a firm voice.
"Uhm, I don't know... Maybe 10 minutes..."
The medic nodded toward a couple men standing by the gate with a strecher, they came and lifted Stasya and carried her to the ambulance. "Are you her parent or guardian?"
Tom shrugged, "Sure, yeah. Our Mom is out of town and she let me nad my brother in charge so you could say I'm her guardian."
The man nodded again. "We're going to take her to the hospital and see what we can do but don't expect to get her back. We're humans not miracle workers," he spat as he walked toward the gate. "Oh, I suggest breaking this to the rest of your family," he suggested before running and jumping into the ambulence. Now, the police man apporached Tom, "He has a point. I have to ask you all some questions."
Tom sat their for a minute and sighed before standing up. "Yeah, okay."
Dylan stared at the stop his twin had just been laying and shook his head. "Tom.... is this real? Please tell me it isn't.... Please," he plead in a cracking voice. He looked at his brother with tear filled eyes that threatened to spill over.
Tom shook his head grimly. "I wish I could... I'm sorry to say but this nightmare is our reality," he said miserably as he turned and walked to the front yard.
Dylan turned and looked at the spot again, a tear slid down his cheek and landed on the grass while a sob escape his throat. "Please, please, please, please, please, please, please," he repeated the word over and over whenever he managed to get the word to come out between the miserable sobs, his voice cracked with emotion and tears poured out of his hazel eyes.
((Holy crap! While I was writing this, I actually almost started to cry myself!))
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Post by Abby! (: on Jul 31, 2008 15:34:32 GMT -5
Aby nodded no tears filling her eyes. Mollie walked out "What happened?" she asked confused. J pointed to Stasya's lifeless body and stood there. Elliott looked at Dylan then walked over. "It's okay Dyl..." He said. Aby leaned onto J. Tears falling. She was shaking pretty badly. "I'm leaving" she muttered pushing J back. She skated off. A few min later she was at the Sacco house. She knocked on the door. Denver answered "Come... What's wrong?" Denver said Jettson ran down "Who... Holy s**t. Abs whats wrong?" he asked bringing her in. Aby collaped on the sofa crying in Jettson's arms. "She's gone..." she mutted "Who? What?" Jettson asked "Sta sta sta sta sta" was all she could manage to say. "Stas..." Jettson said "What happened?" Aby shrugged still shaking.
Mollie stood there "Wait how?" she asked still very confused of what was going on. She couldn't feel anything. She couldn't belive it. Yet it was real. "WHAT THE F**K HAPPENED WESLEY!!" She yelled her voise shaking. "Stas is dead Mollie!" Wesley yelled sitting on the stairs "She gone..." he told her. "How" Mollie asked sitting next to him.
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Post by Abby! (: on Aug 1, 2008 0:45:38 GMT -5
ooc I wana add another person!!!
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Post by Abby! (: on Aug 1, 2008 0:53:54 GMT -5
Ashton and Isabella Trumper jumped hearing the sound of the crash. These two were the youngest of the family only being 8. Simone's and George's first "children" togeather. They were identical twin sisters. Both with curly brown hair and leaf green eyes. They were the same in personailty also. Both have ADHD and (i will continue tommorrow)
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Aug 1, 2008 12:27:30 GMT -5
Dylan shook his head slowly. "It's not okay....."
Tom looked at everyone and took a shaky breath. "As it looks like you all know, Stasya's... d-dea...." He gritted his teeth, unable to say the word. "gone. I don't know how or if it was intentional, but she fell through her bedroom window into the pool. She got caught in the filter and drown." He hung his head and bit his lip. "If you wouldn't have stood there and watched her die like an idiot, you wouldn't have to be telling this to your siblings! Oh, wait until your parents find out," a voice in his head taunted evilly.
Bryant looked at Tom. "She wouldn't jump!"
"She has before. What would have changed?"
Blake glared. "She realized she had too much to live for and that she actually /loves/ her family! She had to 've fallen."
The police man studied each face. "All of you are her brothers and sisters?"
"Yes. There are 13 kids in our family ((Holy crap!))... Well... there /were/ 13 kids," Bryant muttered.
"And how old are all of you?"
"Let me go get Bill," Skye said, walking into the house. He came back about 10 minutes later, Bill following behind with his hands shoved into his pockets and eyes swollen with tears. "Ok, carry on."
"I'm Tom, the oldest and I'm 18."
"Bill, 18."
"I'm Skye, 16."
"Bryant and Blake. Age? 15."
"That's Dylan, Stasya's twin. They're both 14." Tom sighed and looked at Dylan. His phone started playing the theme to Jaws and he answered it. "Hi, Mom." "Good afternoon, Tom! How is everyone?" Tom winced and paced back in forth across the yard. "Miserable. Sta..." "Oh, I can come home sooner if you're all /that/ bad." "No, Mom. Listen.... uhm.... Something happened just a little while ago." There was silence for what seemed like ages. "What happened? Is everyone okay?" "No... Well.... no. Stasya drown about half an hour ago." His throat closed up as he said it. "What? /My/ Stasya? No.... no, no, no, no, no....." "I'm sorry but there's nothing we could do." The voice came back and hissed, "Lies! You had time to help but didn't you son of a..." "Is everyone else okay?!" "Other than miserable I guess we're.... alive." "I'm coming home right now. I don't care if I could lose my job, you guys need me." "Mom, relax and breathe. Please. I'll handle it for now and if things get any worse, I'll call you can then you can come home. If you lose your job and George doesn't get the promotion, we could be in over our heads." "Fine but call me as soon as you hear anything! I have to go now, say hi to everyone for me." She hung up.
Tom closed his phone and walked back over to everyone else. "Wait, where's Aby!?"
"Dunno... I think she went over to Jettson's house." Amazingly enough, Bill had said more than two words.
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