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The Morgan Residence
By: morethanmusic Date: February 19, 2013, 8:52 pm
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The Morgans are not well-to-do people. They don't have parties
at their house, and they don't invest lost of money into their
house. They do not often have any visitors at all, and when they
do the result is usually awkward because they do not know how to
act. They are practical people who enjoy history, who aren't
afraid to get their hands dirty, and a fascination with various
firearms is traditional. Their home has been worked with and
worked on and worked out and, as the divorce will soon become
final, it has fallen into the possession of Claire Morgan.
A tree hides the front of their house, which is just fine for
them. They like that.
All three of the bedrooms are in the upstairs, one on the right
as soon as you go up the old cherry-wood staircase -– which
looks to be something added as an afterthought, and the rumor is
that a ladder was used before. One bedroom straight ahead. The
other bedroom down a rather long and dark hallway. The first is
Claire's room, the second is painted like a nursery, and the
last is Clarence's.
The master bedroom, crafted to suit the tastes of both Claire
and Ethan Morgan, though Ethan has long since moved out. The
large canopy bed was made for two. The room, in itself, is
rather plain, but the emotions connected to it are as crimson as
the paint on the walls. A heavy air hangs in the room still, and
there is a slight yellow tint to everything, as Ethan used to
smoke in there. The doors are often locked, as if some secret is
held inside.
The second room, colored with stripes of creamy yellow and a
soft orange, is populated with a white cradle and a carefully
kept box of baby toys that look almost new. A mobile hangs over
the bed, hand-crafted -- by Clarence, in fact -- , with small,
flat wooden figures that have pictures pasted over them of
heroic comic book characters. The floor is polished wood with a
rug in the center that says "GROWING UP WOULD BE AN AWFULLY BIG
ADVENTURE". Surrounding this rug is a giant train set, big
enough for a toddler to fit inside the open-topped engine car
that has a conductor's hat laying careful over the edge. On the
door, which is almost closed, is a handwritten sign that says "A
baby is never late, nor is he early; he arrives precisely when
he means to".
Down the hall is Clarence's room. The ceiling is tilted, making
it difficult for people of great stature – but this does not
bother Clarence – and a single small window is at the far end of
the room, reflecting little light off of its navy blue walls.
His room isn't a large one, but its walls are covered with
posters of the greater history films as well as movies for some
of the comic book characters on the mobile in the nursery. He
has collections of gun shells and other historical remnants he
has collected over time on shelves that stand only at waist-high
for him. His bed is simple and uninteresting besides an old
blanket that lays across it, which appears to be an entwined
tapestry sewn to the top of a carefully crafted quilt, colored
many various shades of red and purple, soft as Egyptian cotton.
This blanket was a gift from his father's mother, a remarkable
woman who was his closest friend and confidant before her recent
death. Across the room, he has a small desk with just a few
drawers and nothing fancy to decorate it. On top of it, though,
is a picture of a young lady with blonde hair and another
picture of his grandmother when she was about the age of the
other woman. Clarence locks his door often when he is not
inhabiting it, but, for the most part, the door is cracked open
when he is inside.
All in all, the rest of the house is usually clean but empty.
Much of the beautiful historical things are hidden in the
basement, as they belonged to Ethan. She keeps most of the house
clear of decorations, and the downstairs gives the impression of
them being new to the area as an effect. The best room in the
house is the living room, a small cubby-like room just to the
left as you come in the front door, walls lined completely with
shelves and no windows, a large television at the end of the
room that has hundreds of wires coming out of it. Clarence
figured out how to wire just about every game system he could
get his hands to that one TV -- though he isn't all that good
with communicating with others, Clarence tends to be good
bonding with people if he's talking about his games.
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Re: The Morgan Residence
By: morethanmusic Date: February 19, 2013, 10:05 pm
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Clarence Morgan
He'd sprawled out on his bed as soon as he'd gotten back from
school and hadn't realized hours go by. Laying on his back with
his arm over his eyes, his mouth open just slightly, he came to.
Clarence sat up suddenly and he looked around for the time. The
bright red letters of his alarm clock raved that it was almost
five o'clock. Natalie would be here soon.
'Well, crap.'
He jumped up and ran his hands through his hair. Seemed to be
fine. Rubbing his face with his hands, he tried to wake up
completely. He'd really clocked out there. Peering out his door,
he heard some clattering from the other room and muffled sobs.
Clarence frowned, gripping the doorknob a bit tighter. Those
days still weren't gone, were they? With dad, she was depressed.
Without dad, she was depressed. Hormones, man. Hormones.
Sighing, he pulled his door til it was almost shut, retreating
back inside to try and clean up his room a bit before Natalie
got there. Natalie didn't really care if he cleaned up just for
her, but it meant she was less likely to go through all of his
stuff, so he'd made a habit of at least trying to hide it from
her. At least it gave her a bit of a chase. She was always so
curious about everything... there were some things that should
probably be left alone, but Natalie didn't seem to care. With
Clarence, everything seemed to be fair game.
He picked up the blanket his grandmother had made, knitting his
brow together in concern. But not this. This got put away
whenever other people were over. Folding it and sliding it into
the bottom drawer of his desk, with all of his old papers from
school, Clarence hid it from sight, hoping he could claim
unreasonable search and seizure if she found it. Or even better,
she wouldn't find it at all.
Putting one hand in the pocket of his jeans, Clarence scooped up
his phone with the other and slid it into his pocket as he left
his room. Not fully shutting the door behind him, he sauntered
down the stairs and headed for the front door. Opening it, he
sat himself down on the step to the porch, laying back against
his elbows and tilting his head back a bit. His eyes started to
close, but he checked and no one was heading down the walk,
so...
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Re: The Morgan Residence
By: Mascii Date: February 23, 2013, 2:57 pm
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Natalie Aldis
It always took her forever to get out of the house, it seemed.
Especially when she was going to Clarence's house. It wasn't
that she had a lot of things to do around the house, or even
that she was super-high-maintenance, like some of the other more
uppity girls at the Academy - it was just that the internet was
so distracting. Especially when it brought you art muse, and you
found something cool and vaguely related that led off onto a
trail of barely relevant awesomeness. Instead of doing homework,
she had shuffled between browsing the internet and messaging
Erin (mostly links to things she found while browsing the
internet) and listening to new music that Clarence had given
her. She liked swapping music with her boyfriend. But more than
that, she liked actually being with him; quite obviously. So
Natalie finally shut down the last of her windows and images,
grabbed her paint-stained knapsack and raced off to Clarence's,
arriving at least half an hour after she'd promised.
When she arrived in front of the Morgans', she suddenly started
to become worried about Clarence's family. They'd been going
through some messy stuff lately, and she didn't want to be there
when tears started to fall. Not that she didn't like Clarence's
mom...but still. She was Clarence's mom. Her worries soon
dissipated away, however, once she opened the gate. Clarence was
sprawled out on the front step, leaning back with his eyes shut.
The late afternoon sun fell across him as he lay stretched out
and half-asleep, looking like a freaking model from a magazine.
Natalie was torn between pulling out her sketchbook and
crouching down on the front walk to draw him, or going over to
cuddle. She chose the latter, taking great pains to move up the
front walk without disturbing him. Natalie walked along the
grass, tip-toeing, until she was close enough to trail two
fingers down his chest, leaning in as her hand drew a line down
his abdomen. "Well, aren't you just asking to be kidnapped and
kept as a boy toy?" she whispered huskily, then falling into a
giggle. "Luckily for you, I'm here now to look out for your
well-being."
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Re: The Morgan Residence
By: morethanmusic Date: March 19, 2013, 7:32 pm
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Clarence Morgan
He must've fallen asleep or something. Again.
The first thing he realized was two agile fingers sliding down
his chest. He jolted awake, but didn't sit up, his eyes opening
suddenly. Wide-eyed, he stared up at Natalie for a moment before
fully registering it was her.
"Nat!" he choked.
"Well, aren't you just asking to be kidnapped and kept as a boy
toy?" she said, darkly. He just gaped at her for a second.
"Maybe?" he tried.
"Luckily for you, I'm here now to look out for your well-being."
Slowly, he smiled. "What, you wouldn't be the person kidnapping
me? You'd be the first suspect." Clarence winked. "You know,
you're a bit late. What were you doing, looking up cat videos?"
Sitting up, Clarence wrapped his arms around Natalie, his mouth
twisting into an arrogant smirk. He didn't really mind her being
late, but it was just way too fun to harass her. And, knowing
her, that was probably pretty close to what she'd been doing.
Her spunk was what kept him on his feet -- figuratively, of
course -- and he was glad to have a girlfriend that kept him so
challenged. Plus, she was beautiful and smart and cool and all
that stuff that made other people jealous.
Hopefully just jealous, at least. He trusted Nat -- that wasn't
it. He just didn't trust other people.
There was always that shady figure, and when one gave up,
another appeared. They would prowl around for Natalie's
attention, clinging to her caring-while-acting-carefree
attitude, connecting with her disconnectness, knowing the pain
of her family life... But they didn't know it like he knew it.
They hadn't been there for her like he had. They just thought
she could be there to understand them.
He wanted to be there to protect her. He always had. Before the
enhancements came to help out, and after.
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Re: The Morgan Residence
By: Mascii Date: March 22, 2013, 1:39 pm
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Natalie Aldis
Her heart delightfully skipped a beat as his eyes opened. His
whole body jolted awake, making it impossible for him to claim
he was 'just resting his eyes a bit' or anything along those
lines. Natalie couldn't keep the smile from her face, fully
enjoying the look of dull surprise he gave her.
"Nat!" he choked. Still the cornered, innocent schoolboy at
times. Natalie liked the vulnerable side of him that came out
without his knowledge. It was sweeter than anything bucket of
flowers he could send.
"Well, aren't you just asking to be kidnapped and kept as a boy
toy?" she said, darkly. He gaped at her, looking like a fish
gasping for water, instead of a one-man army man struggling for
air while his girlfriend clambered on top of him, trying to
narrow the distance between them.
"Maybe?" Oh, he had no idea, did he? Clarence could feign his
cocky nature all day. Natalie knew him better than that.
"Luckily for you, I'm here now to look out for your well-being."
Slowly, he smiled. "What, you wouldn't be the person kidnapping
me? You'd be the first suspect." Clarence winked. Natalie just
giggled, leaning in to give him a little good-morning kiss. "You
know, you're a bit late. What were you doing, looking up cat
videos?" He sat up, engulfing her in his huge, warm arms, his
lips crooked into that arrogant grin that she loved.
"Noooooo..." she sang out to him. Natalie's painted fingers
curled around Clarence's head, tickling at the little scruff of
hair at the back of his neck. Meanwhile, she positioned herself
until she was sitting on his abdomen, her tiny legs straddling
either side of him as she nuzzled his cheek with her nose. She
didn't care if anyone down the street saw. It was his yard,
after all. If someone didn't want to see, that was their
problem. "I was actually drawing! Breaking Benjamin always gives
me muse, and you gave me so much of their stuff. Plus, I found a
really pretty picture of a guy to draw, so I couldn't stop until
I finished. And Erin is having some more issues with her parents
being too pushy. Same ol', same ol'," her sing-song tone
indicated how easygoing she felt today. "Let's go inside. It's
too boring out here, and I want to show you my art stuff without
the wind blowing all the pages!"
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Re: The Morgan Residence
By: morethanmusic Date: April 15, 2013, 10:35 pm
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[B]Clarence Morgan[/b]
"Well, aren't you just asking to be kidnapped and kept as a boy
toy?" Natalie said, in her confident, smiling tone. He just
gaped for a moment, not fully awake enough to make any sense of
it right away. She climbed on top of him and he just watched
her, trying to process anything just yet.
"Maybe?" he tried, not sure.
"Luckily for you, I'm here now to look out for your well-being."
It took a while, but his face found its smile again. "What, you
wouldn't be the person kidnapping me? You'd be the first
suspect." He sent her a wink that made her giggle, and even
earned him a kiss. Score. "You know, you're a bit late. What
were you doing, looking up cat videos?" Clarence wrapped his
arms around Natalie, always a little protectively, drawing her
closer, his smile twisting with underlining arrogance.
"Noooooo..." Sometimes, she didn't speak, she sang. This was one
of those times. Clarence rolled his eyes, but couldn't deny --
to himself -- that he didn't think it was one of the things he
loved about her. Her hands slid around his neck, making him take
in a shaky breath, but he kept his smirk, even as she moved down
to sit on his stomach. Nuzzling her nose into his cheek, she
made him laugh, and he pulled her closer, stealing her lips for
a kiss. "I was actually drawing! Breaking Benjamin always gives
me muse, and you gave me so much of their stuff."
He shrugged, though pompously. "Well, you know, I have this
awesome taste in music..."
"Plus, I found a really pretty picture of a guy to draw, so I
couldn't stop until I finished."
Clarence raised an eyebrow. "What picture?"
"...And Erin is having some more issues with her parents being
too pushy. Same ol', same ol'," she continued, without avail.
He sighed loudly, rolling his eyes again. "Not like her saying
that is anything new..."
"Let's go inside. It's too boring out here, and I want to show
you my art stuff without the wind blowing all the pages!"
Chuckling, he pulled Natalie close for another kiss -- this one
deeper than the others -- and then picked her up, holding her
over him as he got to his feet. Laughing, he set her on her feet
for a moment, then scooped her up to carry her princess-style.
"As you wish," he said, teasingly, starting up the stairs. "But
you'll have to get the door, probably."
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Re: The Morgan Residence
By: Mascii Date: April 17, 2013, 1:36 pm
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Natalie Aldis
"Noooooo..." she sang, taking free leave to explore Clarence
with her hands, nuzzling him with her nose against his cheek,
making him laugh. She could feel his chest vibrate as he did,
and she enjoyed the sensation. No one else in the world felt
that little laugh of yours but me...mm..don't I feel special. He
drew her in for a kiss, which pleased her. An immediate return
on her investment. "I was actually drawing! Breaking Benjamin
always gives me muse, and you gave me so much of their stuff."
He shrugged, though pompously. "Well, you know, I have this
awesome taste in music..."
"Plus, I found a really pretty picture of a guy to draw, so I
couldn't stop until I finished."
Clarence raised an eyebrow, and she cackled with glee at the
flicker in his eyes. "What picture?"
"Oh, just some guy at school.. I got the photo from Nix's
collection, so you know it's high def." She continued to openly
play with his ear while speaking, knowing it was probably
bugging him not to know. It was okay to make him a little
jealous sometimes. He would either become very cute and grouchy,
or he'd be gentle and understanding, and both were a plus in
Natalie's book. I should give Erin lessons sometime.. "...And
Erin is having some more issues with her parents being too
pushy. Same ol', same ol'," she continued, without avail.
He sighed loudly, rolling his eyes again. "Not like her saying
that is anything new..." Natalie had to agree with that. Erin's
dad worked for the school, though, so it wasn't hard to imagine
that things got awkward at times.
"Let's go inside. It's too boring out here, and I want to show
you my art stuff without the wind blowing all the pages!"
Chuckling, he pulled Natalie close for another kiss, deeper and
warmer than previously. While she was distracted and enjoying
the kiss, he swept her into his arm and lifted her up off the
ground as easily as if he had just picked a flower. She let out
a squeal and giggling, kicking at first while he got to his
feet, yelling, "Clarence!! Oh my god, don't you dare drop me!"
He was holding her princess-style, and after her initial shock,
she wrapped her arms around his neck, no longer struggling
against his hold, but relishing.
"As you wish," he said, teasingly, starting up the stairs. "But
you'll have to get the door, probably."
"Oh my go-o-o-od..." she cooed, drawing out the word while she
twirled her fingers against the hair at the back of his neck.
She pulled herself closer to his face to give him a kiss,
dramatically gasping, "My dear Westley! But what about the
R.O.U.S.'s?"
"But my god you're so manly sometimes.." She laughed aloud,
finding it hard to contain herself. Reaching toward the front
door, she reached out her arm so that she could push it open for
him, "Here, here, carry me in like this!"
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