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Ramsey Household
By: Mascii Date: February 20, 2013, 10:11 pm
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One of the nicer houses on Pasadena Avenue, 220 has — admittedly
— a bit of an old-fashioned looking exterior with a recently
remodeled interior. The majority of the apartment is kept
immaculately clean, white walls and carpets and simplistic
furniture that was bought for its ease and cleanliness. The few
items kept out for decor purposes were typically gray and
modern, with a certain cool demeanor to each piece that well
embodied the family that occupied the house. There are no
photographs or interesting paintings hung up on the wall, and
little color to the house. The only exception to the rule of
organization lies atop Hal’s desk and in the entirety of
Yukito’s belongings, especially his bedroom. Yukito's bedroom
floor is always littered with discarded bits of clothing,
notebooks, headphones and other paraphernalia. His walls are
covered in band posters, and he has one wall with books and
assorted CDs on it.
Hal's office used to be a spare bedroom, but now it is the
center for all of his research, with at least half a dozen
filing cabinets and an array of back-up drives with every file
of every patient he ever treated - although not all the
information detailed was 100% accurate. His chair was fairly
new, made of a soft black leather, but the seat was visibly worn
from the many late nights that Hal had ended up sleeping in it.
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OOC: MtM, you can let me know if anything needs to be edited!
BIC:
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Re: Ramsey Household
By: Mascii Date: February 21, 2013, 1:16 am
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OOC: Continuing interaction from the Coffee Shop BIC:
Yukito Maki
"Yukito? Where are you going?" Natalie had called out. Her voice
sounded strange to him, like she was secretly laughing at him.
He continued to rush away, as fast as his legs and the weight of
Erin's wrist in his hand allowed.
"What she said!" Erin demanded, sounding very annoyed. "And I
can follow without you tugging on me, Yukito. I have my own two
feet, you know." Yukito gave way when she pulled her hand away,
but not before glancing over his shoulder to make sure she was
still following. "I'm coming, but don't tug like that."
"I'm sorry. It's just..." his eyes stung, and he rubbed them
gruffly with the back of his hand, trying to keep his bangs out
of the way. He didn't stop until he had reached the edge of his
own yard.
To his memory, he had never brought Erin back to his house to
hang out or anything like that. He had only brought Reese over
once or twice in total. The house looked so horribly dull, as if
the rain had washed out all its color, and it was usually so
empty. So even if he hadn't snuck out of his bedroom window
earlier, Yukito believed that he still would have felt like a
child getting away with some kind of crime. He opened the front
gate slowly, looking back at Erin and placing a finger to his
lips, his expression warning in all due seriousness. "My dad
might still be home. I'm not supposed to go out. Come on." He
walked around to the back, going slowly so that Erin wouldn't
slip in the mud. For safety's sake, Yukito's room had a window
that was fairly close to the ground and it was easy for him to
open it back up and clamber back in, despite the awkwardness of
the brace. He already had a towel waiting just below the window
to wipe off their shoes with. Yukito just slipped his off,
slipping deeper into his mess of a room. His music was still
playing on his computer, and somehow the screaming guitars
sounded thin and whiny, though it was enough to cover up the
sound of their entry and their whispers.
"I promise I won't keep you long, Erin. I just had to show
you..." He shoved aside piles of clothing, mostly placed there
to shield the large empty space that he actually kept beneath
the bed. There was a neat little stack of notebooks there, and
in the second to bottom one he had slipped a photo and a worn
newspaper clipping. He held them in his hands, looking at them
for a moment, before frowning. "I'm sorry...it's a horrible
night to bring it up. With the band shit and all." She would
probably forever believe him to be some insensitive, ego-centric
idiot now. But he couldn't exactly brush it off as nothing now,
could he? "I just had to show someone..."
He offered the two slips of paper to her, holding them out with
both hands, palms upturned, his face dipped downward and his
eyes downcast. But his gaze kept flickering upward, watching for
any reaction. He could make no assumptions on what she would
say. In the photograph was a young, beautiful woman. She had
wavy, shoulder-length hair that was a warm, chestnut brown color
and was wearing a doctor's coat. She was sitting on a chair at
the end of a bed, a broad smile on her brightly painted lips. On
the bed was Yukito, looking much the same but much scrawnier,
and much younger. He was about eleven in the picture, he knew.
Wires and IVs and a plethora of monitors were attached to every
useful patch of skin on Yukito, and he looked solemn and
discontented as his hands played a black guitar covered in
strange markings that were too small to decipher from the tiny
picture. It had been taken in the hospital just a few weeks
after he had woken up from the surgery that had saved his life.
Yukito's memory had been spotty at best - he'd had the mentality
of a child, all sorrow and fear and anger.
Things weren't so different now.
"That's Hal's sister. Her name was Penelope," he said, her name
lightly altered in his accent. "She died about a week after the
photo was taken. A man came into the hospital where she worked
and shot about four people dead. Hal tells me she was about 22
years old when she had me."
He sighed, unable to express what he felt in his heart, then
nodded toward the newspaper clipping. It had been folded over a
hundred times in two places, so a small hole had begun to
develop in the center. The clipping had been cut out by his own
clumsy hand, and the edges were crooked and frayed. "This," he
pointed with a single finger, his eyes meeting Erin's squarely,
his jaw tense. "This is my real mother."
It had taken many hours pouring through the library's records to
find the obituary. He knew something hadn't fit together quite
right. There were too many holes in Hal's story, too many things
left unexplained. Yukito intended to see if there were any
details about his accident. He had known the approximate date
and location of the accident, but nothing more. Finally, he had
found a few short paragraphs detailing an apparent hit-and-run
incident, where an unidentified boy had been struck by a car
while standing on a curb. The resulting crash back into a local
diner had caused a brain aneurysm in the boy's brain which he
had later died from. Or so the paper said.
The newspaper clipping he had given to Erin, however, was from
about a month after the crash.
"It is with deep regret that The Daily announces the untimely
death of Kokoro Maki, aged 29. Kokoro was found dead in her home
on the morning of 30 March, from asphyxiation by extension cord.
Kokoro was a new addition to our community, but in the last
several months did wonders for our humble town, making use of
her eloquent and informative reporting skills for The Daily as
well as helping the library in translation of classic novels
into English from her native language of Japanese.
Kokoro was a sparkling personality, and a gentle friend to all
of us here at The Daily. The mysterious disappearance of her son
Yukito two weeks ago had hit us all hard, but none so hard as
Kokoro. With a heavy heart we must accept that she could not
bear to be without him. We shall miss her friendly smile and her
warm.
Rest in peace, Kokoro."
There was a small black and white photo attached, of a young
woman wearing a pale-colored business suit with a small,
reserved smile that reminded Yukito a little of his own.
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Re: Ramsey Household
By: GGJ5 Date: February 21, 2013, 9:12 pm
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ooc: In which Erin shows she is secretly a geneticist. BIC:
Erin Spenser
Who did stuff like this? Who actually pulled people about and
snuck like they were in a bad spy film? It was still soaked
outside to boot, which made it all the more corny. Her band had
just experienced a radical shift, everything crumbled apart, and
here she was following a guy semi-James Bond style through the
slippery streets. And to boot, it was an attractive guy who'd
given her a hug. Great. That makes things so much easier.
She followed him all the way to his house. His big,
awkwardly-outlandish house that didn't seem to match at all with
Yukito. But it sure as heck matched Dr. Ramsey. Weird... being
in his house...
He opened the front gate slowly, looking back at Erin and
placing a finger to his lips. In a serious way, not at all the
way Erin would do it. He meant business. Erin wrinkled her nose.
"Why?" she mouthed, slipping inside the gate and taking the time
to close it back just as quietly.
"My dad might still be home. I'm not supposed to go out. Come
on."
Since he whispered, Erin did, too. Her face betrayed her
incredulity even before the whisper came out, though. "You're
not supposed to 'go out?' What does he think you are, a puppy?"
Still following him (like a puppy), Erin circled the house
around to the back. It was easy to see what Yukito was doing,
and in spite of herself, she felt a little rush of excitement.
"Can I consider this breaking and entering for me, since I don't
live here?" she asked in a rough whisper. "Like, can I add
'breaking into Dr. Ramsey's house' to my list of awesome things
I've done?"
Clambering after him through the window, Erin got her first
glimpse of Yukito's room. She smiled. It looked just like she'd
expect. It even had music playing already. Definite plus. Except
we're acting like it's a bad spy movie, she said to herself for
the umpteenth time.
"I promise I won't keep you long, Erin. I just had to show
you..."
"Oh... kaaay..." Erin drawled the word out, rolling the
uncertainly around on her tongue. Was this going to be one of
those moments where the attractive, musically-inclined, caring
friend turns out to be a weirdo that wanted to share his
collection of human teeth and shrunken heads with her? Not that
that'd ever happened before....
"I'm sorry...it's a horrible night to bring it up. With the
band shit and all. I just had to show someone..."
It wasn't shrunken heads.
She took the papers from his hands. Looking at them, Erin felt
at a loss. What was she even looking at? Why was this all so
somber and secretive? Was this some kind of confession? Oh god.
Maybe he really is a weirdo and he's confessing to me how he's
killed five girls and this is the article saying how he's on the
run from the police.
Then she actually took a look at it. It was a tinier, pre- or
mid-Enhancement Yukito, with someone Erin assumed was one of the
doctors helping out with it. Why would he be showing her that?
Did he have a weird crush on the doctor-lady, or something? Was
that his girlfriend?! Erin looked over at him, her brows knit in
confusion, shaking her head a little, at a loss. "I... don't
know what I'm looking at, exactly? I-- I mean, that's you,
during your Enhancement surgeries, but..." She tilted her hand,
as if waiting for him to dump the answer into her palm.
"That's Hal's sister. Her name was Penelope," he told her. That
didn't help anything.... it was just as weird for her to think
of Dr. Ramsey's family. Like, was it even genetically possible
for a person in his bloodline to smile genuinely like that? "She
died about a week after the photo was taken. A man came into the
hospital where she worked and shot about four people dead. Hal
tells me she was about 22 years old when she had me."
"When she.... what?" Erin looked at the photo again. She
couldn't see it. They didn't have any similar features. Not even
the same kind of ears or nose. No way it was possible to inherit
nothing from your mother. What was he trying to pull here?
"Yukito.... she looks nothing like you. You don't have any white
dominant traits, and Dr. Ramsey's about as Anglo-Saxon as they
come." She shook her head. "There's no way. Our first genetics
class with those stupid Punnett squares taught us that. You'd
have to have some of her dominant genes. Look, I doodle all
throughout that class and I know that. I'm-- I'm sorry, but--"
He sighed, giving a nod toward the other piece of paper in her
hand. For a brief, disgusting moment, she felt incredibly
stupid. Of course. He gave her two things for a reason. He
wasn't stupid.... if Erin could figure it out, then Yukito had
known for a really, really long time. How could she have talked
down to him that way? He was practically ripping his soul open
for her to see! He wouldn't be stupid about it the way she was
being.... Her face reddened. Erin looked down at the article
with interest (and partially to hide her embarrassment). "This.
This is my real mother."
He'd known for so, so long. The paper felt soft between her
fingertips. Yukito had probably gazed at this picture hundreds
of times. He'd probably talked to the image, asked why she'd
gone, prayed she'd come back, demanded answers he couldn't
have.... and he'd let her hold it.
It also meant... that bad feeling in Erin's stomach, that
feeling of something very wrong wasn't total paranoia. It wasn't
Yukito that was the weirdo here.
It was Dr. Ramsey.
No, no, it's not that. He's scary, but he adopted Yukito. After
his mom died, he adopted him, so everything's fine. Right?
"So... you found your birth mom?" Erin voiced, surprising
herself at how meek her voice sounded. She used the typical
adoption vernacular...because that's all it was, right? He'd
just found his birth mom and probably wanted to meet her, and
probably Dr. Ramsey wouldn't let him, because, heck, he wouldn't
let him even leave the house for a concert, so....
Her eyes fell on the tiny, faded print. Slowly, she read through
it. The obituary. His mom was dead. His real mom, and the fake
mom from the other picture. He'd had to lose a mom twice, even
if one wasn't real... that was still twice more than anyone
should feel.
After a very long, very quiet series of moments, Erin finally
broke it. "Your birth last name was Maki." Immediately, she
chastised herself. OF all the things to say, after someone
exposes their... whatever this was.... and she brilliantly
comments on his last name? Her face contorted at the thought.
"Oh, god, I'm sorry, that was stupid!" To demonstrate just the
level of stupidity, Erin smacked the heel of her hand against
her forehead.
"I... I mean, I don't think I understand what this actually
means... Yukito, the paper thinks you're dead." Her voice had
dropped back to a whisper. She leaned in, and it would have been
conspiratorially, only Erin was as serious as a heart attack. "I
mean, that's just kind of huge...! Dr. Ramsey has to know
that... and that means... he's, you know... lied, right?" Of
course, she knew it meant he lied, but it felt weird... It
wasn't just the Dr. Hal Ramsey, but it was Yukito's.... dad?
Father-like figure? ....Kidnapper?
A sense of panic began to creep into her. So was he showing her
this because he wasn't safe? Was he trying to get out, and
showing her this truth was a small way of escaping? Did he want
her to do something with this?
After a moment of trying to find words, trying to figure it out
on her own even though she knew well and good that she couldn't,
Erin gave up trying. She gave up, and impulsively returned the
hug he'd been so thoughtful to offer her earlier when she'd
needed it. When she'd been broken up at the thought of her music
falling apart, which compared to this... seemed really, really
selfish. So, at least she could do this... and wait for him to
tell her more.
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Re: Ramsey Household
By: Mascii Date: February 23, 2013, 4:50 pm
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Yukito Maki
"That's Hal's sister. Her name was Penelope. She died about a
week after the photo was taken. A man came into the hospital
where she worked and shot about four people dead. Hal tells me
she was about 22 years old when she had me."
"When she.... what?" Erin did a sort of double-take at the
photo, and Yukito felt a wave of relief over his whole body that
he wanted to slump back into the bed. Oh, thank god... In the
same instant, Yukito's world began to revolve rapidly, as it had
when he'd first confirmed his suspicions. "Yukito.... she looks
nothing like you. You don't have any white dominant traits, and
Dr. Ramsey's about as Anglo-Saxon as they come." She shook her
head. "There's no way. Our first genetics class with those
stupid Punnett squares taught us that. You'd have to have some
of her dominant genes. Look, I doodle all throughout that class
and I know that. I'm-- I'm sorry, but--"
She was right. It was an argument he'd come up with the instant
he had seen the photo himself. He had begged Hal for weeks to
let him see some kind of proof that his mother had existed.
Photos and portraits were not something Hal liked to keep
around, and he had been reluctant. But at last he had given
Yukito the photo, thinking he could fool him. A part of Yukito
was simply insulted that Hal could think him so simple as to
think that all of his genes had come from his faceless father,
while a part of him wished he really could be that simple, and
merely ignore it. Instead, he had been forced to choke down his
arguments until they were hidden deep in his stomach, like a
dragon hoarding its gold, merely biding its time and waiting for
its inevitable death.
He sighed, giving a nod toward the other piece of paper in her
hand. "This. This is my real mother."
Erin inspected the photo that was included in the newspaper
article, her face looking flushed. "So... you found your birth
mom?" Her voice was gentle, almost incredulous. Yukito made no
reply, and she finally started to read the article. He watched
the subtle muscles in her face shift and tense as she was unable
to hide her feelings at the article. When she was done, they sat
there quietly for a long time.
Yes, Erin. She's dead. Even my real mother is dead.
"Your birth last name was Maki," was her first comment. Then,
realizing what she had said, Erin's face twisted, and she
smacked the heel of her hand against her forehead with a force
that made Yukito jolt. "Oh, god, I'm sorry, that was stupid!"
Her voice was way too loud, and Yukito tried to shush her, fear
shooting through him like pure adrenaline.
"Shhh! Yes, yes...my full name was Maki Yukito. Because in
Japan, your family name comes first. No middle name." The idea
of having a different family name, for some reason, hadn't
seemed so important to Yukito. He wondered if it should have.
"I... I mean, I don't think I understand what this actually
means... Yukito, the paper thinks you're dead." Her voice had
dropped back to a whisper, luckily. With a serious, almost
fearful look she leaned in toward him. "I mean, that's just kind
of huge...! Dr. Ramsey has to know that... and that means...
he's, you know... lied, right?"
Yukito watched Erin for a moment, staring at her eyes. From
where they were, he could see where the flecks of brown in her
eyes met the black of her pupil, and he could see where the
confusion met fascination in them, as well. At long last, he
said, "Yes, he's been lying the whole time. About everything."
"I don't know why or how, Erin, but...something is really not
right here. I'm not asking you to tell me what to do or to fix
it, but..." As he had earlier that night, he reached out and
took a hold of the hem of her skirt. It was such a childish
move, reaching out to her both literally and figuratively. "I
wanted someone to know the whole story."
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Re: Ramsey Household
By: GGJ5 Date: February 24, 2013, 8:13 pm
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Erin Spenser
"Your birth last name was Maki." Immediately she realized her
mistake. "Oh, god, I'm sorry, that was stupid!"
"Shhh! Yes, yes...my full name was Maki Yukito. Because in
Japan, your family name comes first. No middle name."
For a moment, Erin found herself quiet. Thinking. Digesting the
myriad of knowledge that suddenly smacked her like a 2x4. "I...
I mean, I don't think I understand what this actually means...
Yukito, the paper thinks you're dead." Her voice had dropped
back to a whisper. Very somber, she leaned toward him. "I mean,
that's just kind of huge...! Dr. Ramsey has to know that... and
that means... he's, you know... lied, right?" She knew it was
true. It was just scary to say it... the implications weren't
exactly easy things to swallow.
For a long second, he just stared at her. It started to worry
her.... even though Yukito had basically shown her the
fabrication, was admitting it too much? Did he feel differently
about it all than what she assumed? Then, finally, he voiced,
"Yes, he's been lying the whole time. About everything."
"Oh my god..."
"I don't know why or how, Erin, but...something is really not
right here. I'm not asking you to tell me what to do or to fix
it, but..." To her surprise, he reached out to tug at the hem of
her clothes. Like she was going to slip away. Like the same way
he did earlier. It was a motion she didn't get... but it wasn't
bad. Just confusing. Her mind, though, was more heavily
preoccupied with his words. With the article and the pictures.
With the facade that was crumbling before her eyes. "I wanted
someone to know the whole story."
Part of Erin was worried she might burst into tears again. She
didn't want that. She didn't want to turn this back into
something about her. But... it made her ache inside. A person
didn't make up such awful lies! A person didn't try to trick a
person that much, about their family.... and what else? How did
Dr. Ramsey get Yukito if he'd had a family? Her suspicions were
awful ones.... A frown etched itself deeply into her face, and
she shut her eyes before tears decided to betray her. And,
without a fragment of hesitation, Erin reached out and hugged
him.
"Oh, Yukito...." Though her eyes hid it, her voice betrayed her
worry. "It's scary..." It was a pathetic thing to say, but it's
how she felt. Erin gently let the hug end, then looked up at
Yukito, eyebrows arched in concern. "It's just... I dunno if I
should say it...." She paused, fumbled for a bit mentally voer
her words. "If he could lie about this... How did he get you?
What about your real family? What other things has he lied
about?" Her last words were in the quietest of whispers. "Who
all has he been lying to?"
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Re: Ramsey Household
By: morethanmusic Date: February 28, 2013, 9:19 pm
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OOC: BOOM, BABY, MWAHAHAHAHAHA dude this took forever BIC:
Dr Hal Ramsey
He'd been sitting in his office for a while now. Staring down at
his hands as they sat on the keys of his laptop, he wasn't even
sure what exactly he'd planned on looking up in the first place.
Hal had opened up his browser and the only thing he'd managed to
get to before he'd blacked out was his email. His inbox,
meticulously managed so that there were no new emails sitting
there for any period of time, was not where he'd intended to go.
What had he been doing?
What had happened before he'd come in here?
He'd been looking up old case information and come across the
one for Penny. Penny... if he could've known then how much he'd
need her, would he have done things a bit differently? But her
emotions were a disease. They infected him and made him weak.
Made him feel too deeply. It was a hazard. At first, he let her
feel for the both of them, but soon that wasn't enough.
Penny...
He looked at his hands, turning his palms up so he could look at
them. Remembering everything he'd done...
'What if I'd protected her? What if she was still here? She
would know how to help guide Yukito, she would have the empathy
to help the boy realize that I really do... I do... I do care...
that all I do is for him...'
That sensation in his mind, like having the wind knocked out of
his lungs, raised a panic as it spread through his unconscious
and into his conscious thoughts. That voice, like his own, but
somehow different, was in his mind. It was him... wasn't it? He
had created the doctor to save himself from his mania, from his
anger... but, eventually, the doctor had begun to control him
more than the other way around.
Not that he was complaining, it had kept him alive. But,
sometimes... sometimes he wished he could feel without the
backlash.
"What do you think you're doing?" the doctor said, in that low,
deadpan voice he sometimes heard escape from his own lips. "Do
you want to lose everything you've worked so hard for? You never
should've let your pathetic weakness for Penelope get into your
professional relationship with the boy. Look what you've done.
You're a disgrace."
He put his head in his hands, closing his eyes tightly. He cared
too much about Yukito... there was no erasing that. The world
seemed unaware, but he knew it. Yukito didn't know. Maybe he
never would.
"Maybe? Yukito hates you. You've known that for a long time.
Accept it. Learn to move on."
'I don't want to! If he could only know... if he could know this
anger that's killing me... Maybe he could understand why I do
the things I do... to protect him... because I love him, because
he's my son...'
'Your son? Don't be ridiculous. That was a ploy you made up to
save your research. Don't forget what you've done, what you are.
Don't forget that you killed his mother, kidnapped him, and
erased who he was. Pretending it didn't happen won't save you.
Who do you think you, Jean Valjean? Calm your ego, Hal Ramsey,
and focus your mind on the plan.'
He clenched his jaw, hands clasped together tightly behind his
neck as he put his head on his desk.
'No... He's my son...'
'You hate children. You never wanted children. You've killed
children.'
Slowly, he sat up, turning slightly to face the door. Out there,
maybe, was Yukito... probably hidden in his room, behind his
locked door and chain, with his headphones on... listening to
music far too loud that was screaming in his ears and damaging
all the cilia there... And maybe he was doing homework, or maybe
he was writing... writing something that he never let Hal see.
Such a private boy... such a quiet boy, with so much anger and
confusion locked inside...
'But he is my son... We aren't too different, you know. He's so
much like I was... I wasn't but a year or so younger than him at
the time you came around, was I, doctor? He's so much like I
was... If I had ever had a son, it would've been like him.'
The doctor began to retreat, fought back by his thoughts of
Yukito.
'No, I never wanted children. I still don't. I never will.'
Steadily, secretly, a true smile -- though small -- crept onto
Hal's face.
'I didn't want a son, but now that I have Yukito... he's the
only son I ever want.'
Hal took in a deep breath, leaning on his desk, elbows against
the wood, with his hands folded together. Leaning against his
hands, he closed his eyes, his smile still barely there. He
imagined his son, all the work they'd done on his wings, all the
progress they'd made together... Yukito was growing up so fast,
but he didn't regret a single day. Even if it meant his death
one day, Hal would spend the rest of his life working to make
sure there was a world left when he was gone, a world that would
owe every day to son... so he would never want for anything.
'Because I could never have asked for a son that was so like me
and yet so untouchable, so strong, so smart... he's smarter than
I was. And true, his dedication is to music rather than
medicine, but what would I have done if I hadn't been given my
cause so young? He found his own. That's what makes him unique.
My own father heard all that I wanted to do and believed in me,
as ridiculous as he thought it was. I should do the same for my
son.'
Sighing, he sat upright and pushed up his glasses. If only
Yukito knew all that went on in his mind... But, never mind
that. It was time to get back to work.
He hadn't been working long when he heard the shout from
Yukito's room. Most people would've jumped at the sound, but Hal
only slowly turned in his chair. What was that? Was Yukito
watching a movie? He hadn't heard anything before that...
Narrowing his eyes, Hal rose slowly from his chair. Now that he
thought of it, he hadn't heard the door either.
He opened his door quietly, making his way around the corner. He
came up to Yukito's door, as slow and silent as death itself.
He ran his hands down the front of his black suit and pushed his
white coat back a bit before reaching forwards and putting his
hand on the doorknob. He turned it very slowly, then opened it
carefully until he felt the slight tug of the chain Yukito kept
on it. He leaned forwards, looking inside.
He couldn't see much, but he could see Yukito. And a girl. He
pressed his lips together tightly. Who was that? He couldn't
really see the girl's face, but he knew it was a girl by the
posture and body type. His eyes scanned down to see Yukito
holding the edge of the girl's clothes in one hand, and the girl
holding a piece of paper and something else. What was that? This
entire thing seemed entirely suspicious.
Carefully, he pulled the door shut. Then, turning the knob
violently, he swung it as open as it would go. It made a
horrible noise as it fought against the chain, and he knew they
would hear that.
"Yukito," he said, his voice low and suspicious as he peered in
at them. "Open this door. Now. I'm not asking."
#Post#: 88--------------------------------------------------
Re: Ramsey Household
By: GGJ5 Date: March 4, 2013, 8:04 pm
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Erin Spenser
Suddenly, the door shoved open-- or at least someone tried to
shove it open. Erin jumped where she sat beside Yukito,
inadvertently letting out a shriek. Her eyes flitted to the
door, where Yuktio had it closed with a chain. Who has a chain
on their bedroom door? she thought fleetingly. But the thought
flew faster than she could really register, because only one
person would be on the other side. And that was the very person
who not only was given permission to mess with the minds and
bodies of countless people, and who also apparently doubled as a
lying kidnapping scary person....
All these thoughts were quick to pass through her mind. By the
time she jumped at the sound and impulsively reached to grab
Yukito's arm, as though it was a cheesy horror film she was
watching, Erin had already thought all these things and more.
"Yukito," came Dr. Ramsey's voice, not doing a thing to help
her with her jumpiness. "Open this door. Now. I'm not asking."
Erin glanced at Yukito, her eyes wide as her heart lodged in her
throat from the momentary shock. She let go of the grip she
hadn't even realized she'd held. "Sorry," she mouthed, then
pursed her lips as a wave of guilt threatened to wash over her.
Her eyes kept flitting between Yukito and the door, and she gave
a pathetic little wave and smile. "H-hi." Then before the words
could really settle on her tongue, Erin spat them out: "I wanted
to hang out with Yukito for a while, but I didn't think you'd
let him, since it's late-ish and all, so I made him let me in
secretly." Feeling suddenly a bit more confident, Erin's smile
relaxed into a more genuine one, even if just for the moment.
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Re: Ramsey Household
By: Mascii Date: March 16, 2013, 4:33 pm
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Yukito Maki
"I wanted someone to know the whole story."
He was so weak and stupid sometimes. Yukito imagined how
pathetic he must look to her, knelt on the floor before her,
clinging to the edge of her shirt, as though silently begging to
be comforted. Although he was sure that the hug she had
surprised him with earlier that evening had been uncomfortable
and strange, he sort of wished she would do it again.
"It's scary..." she had said. "If he could lie about this... How
did he get you? What about your real family? What other things
has he lied about? Who all has he been lying to?" They had all
been questions he had dwelt on for days at a time, had
repeatedly pressed to himself and then buried as deeply as he
could.
"Erin," he wanted to say, "I want to know it's going to be
alright, even though I know it won't be. I want someone to tell
me it's alright to cry and to feel confused."
"Erin..." he started, feeling his chest constrict painfully, "I
think...just maybe... that--"
A horrible noise from the chain on the door being forced made
Yukito jump a foot in the air, his heart stopping as he fell
away from Erin. Despite the distance he had put between them,
her hand still found his arm, clinging to it tightly. Through
the slit in the door, he could see the glint of Hal's glasses,
and the fury they contained behind the thin layer of glass.
"Yukito," he said, his voice in a low growl that suggested
murder. Oh, shit. Yukito sometimes forgot the anger that Hal was
capable of conveying with such a quiet tone. Sometimes he wished
for a more palpable fury, a louder sound that he could
understand, and that would release them from the strain of
unsaid words that was always between them. But now, he wished
himself a million miles away. The wings at his back twitched
nervously, making a light clicking sound that he felt, rather
than heard. "Open this door. Now. I'm not asking."
The two teenagers looked at each other, horror reflected in each
other's eyes. "Sorry," she mouthed, then pursed her lips,
releasing him. For a second, the color on his forearm altered as
the pressure released from her hold. They both looked at each
other and at Hal, unsure what to do.
"H-hi," Erin managed, giving a little wave and a fear-stricken
smile. "I wanted to hang out with Yukito for a while, but I
didn't think you'd let him, since it's late-ish and all, so I
made him let me in secretly."
Yukito fought hard against the temptation to glance over at the
two slips of paper that had fluttered underneath the edge of the
bed in the fluster, blending in with the rest of the mess.
Slowly, Yukito stood up, moving to the door. When he knew Hal
couldn't see his face from behind the door, Yukito took in a
slow inhale and exhale to calm himself. Hal would see right
through their nervousness, wouldn't he? It was best to play it
off as teenage rebellion or childish stubbornness. He forced the
door closed, wishing he could keep it that way forever, then
released the chain, pulling the door open so that he could see
Hal more fully. His feet planted, his hair still wet, and his
eyes smoldering in defiance, he set his jaw. "That was a lie,"
he declared, "I asked her to come over. Do you need something?"
Though his voice, low and - unbeknownst to him - reflecting the
way Hal had spoken earlier, betrayed none of the fear that was
making his whole body quiver. His knees threatened to give way
and allow him to fall, hopefully into blackness and escape.
Stubbornly, he met Hal's eyes, hoping that none of his fear was
betrayed by his face.
#Post#: 93--------------------------------------------------
Re: Ramsey Household
By: morethanmusic Date: March 18, 2013, 3:28 am
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Dr. Hal Ramsey
Staring in at the two of them the best he could, Hal's vision
was -- as usual -- working against him. In his teenage years, he
could only really focus on a small section of his field of
vision, the rest being an unrecognizable blur. Now that he was
deep into his thirties, what used to be the only clear point in
his vision was his only area of vision. Described as
"tunnel-vision", Hal could see about the area of a person's face
and neck at the distance of about a meter.
What this meant right now was that he could see very little of
anything through this door, and none of it at once. Becoming
used to it over the years, his eyes would flit from place to
place, and this made him even more panicked. It was like losing
a large portion of his remaining vision temporarily, and that
was more than enough to kindle his anger towards the two teens
hiding in the safety behind the chain on the door.
Within his vision was the jolt that ran through both of them
when he slammed the door against the chain to get their
attention. The girl seemed more frightened than Yukito, but the
boy was notorious -- as Hal had been as a boy -- for nearly
lacking expressive reactions. Seeming a bit jumpy, suspicious to
someone looking -- which Hal was -- by how frightened she
suddenly was, grabbing hold of Yukito's arm. He could see her
face now, and he knew she was familiar. One of the girls from
school, of course, but he'd assumed that much. He couldn't quite
place her yet... but vision wasn't one of his strong points,
obviously, and he was better with closer contact methods of
recognizing people -- with females, in particular, he was keen
on individual scents, and the sounds of voices.
"Yukito," he said in a low, definite tone, trying to remain
still and not shift for a better spot to see them, "Open this
door. Now. I'm not asking."
The girl turned to look at the door, then Yukito, then the door,
then Yukito again, nervously. Hal frowned deeply, switching his
focus to Yukito, waiting for a reaction like an animal about to
strike. He was prepared to try and open this door by force.
Unlikely as it was he would succeed -- for all his frightening
demeanor at times, Hal was almost completely harmless physically
when unarmed, and had none of the strength required to unhinge a
door, much less break a chain. Nonetheless, he had a look that
could kill, and it was currently directed at his son.
'Your move. Use it wisely.'
"H-hi," the girl began, and Hal turned his neck sharply --
though slightly -- to look at her. She was smiling in an
unconvincing manner and lowering her arm -- as if had she been
waving or something. Hal frowned deeper, his eyes narrowing a
bit.
"Hello," he replied, deeply. "Explain yourself."
"I wanted to hang out with Yukito for a while, but I didn't
think you'd let him, since it's late-ish and all, so I made him
let me in secretly," she said, and Hal tilted his head slightly.
Slowly, his frown loosened. Not into a smile, not even mildly,
but not into a disappointed, confused, looking for answers sort
of look. No, he knew this girl. Her voice gave her away. The
steadily tone, the depth... He knew those lungs. Yes, he could
almost see a diagram of them now. Those were his design.
He had given her every breath in those lungs. And she dared to
sneak into his home, the only sacred space? Interesting.
But she said she had 'made' Yukito let her in secretly? Simply
because she 'wanted to hang out'? He doubted it. The first time
Yukito had had any girls over was earlier -- and a different
girl it had been, at that -- and he wasn't one to like to bring
anyone home. Hal wasn't ashamed of that atmosphere; this home
was their space, and it wasn't made to belong to anyone else, so
no one else was made to feel comfortable in it. No, Yukito was
too aware of his father’s policies for that. He wouldn’t give in
to peer pressure… any pressure would have to be his own.
It really was remarkable… how alike they were. Hal had been so
similar as a boy.
"’Made him’, did you?” he began, licking his lips, his tone
giving away how unimpressed he was. “To my knowledge, you have
never come to visit him before. So, enlighten me, Miss Spenser,
why did you feel so pressured to visit him suddenly?” He turned
his head. “Yukito?”
The boy came close to the door, putting his hand on the
doorknob. Hal met his eyes for a moment, as if to say he was
trusting him to open the door instead of just slam it in his
face. Yukito closed the door, and Hal held very still until he
heard the chain coming undone. The door opened, revealing a
wet-haired and defiant Yukito. Hal stared back at him, folding
his arms over his chest to counter Yukito’s sturdy stance.
“Well?”
"That was a lie," Yukito replied, and Hal raised one eyebrow
with interest.
“Oh? Not off on a good start, are we, Miss Spenser?” he noted,
not breaking his gaze with Yukito but noting Erin’s presence.
"I asked her to come over. Do you need something?" Yukito
continued.
Hal narrowed his eyes slightly, listening intently to Yukito’s
tone. Something was off, the familiarity of the tone was not
Yukito’s own, but stubborn and steady. Glancing back at Erin,
Hal’s eyes shone with the lack of trust he had for the both of
them because of their secrecy. He noticed a change in Yukito’s
breathing – it was unsteady. He put a hand on the door, pushing
it slightly to suggest he wanted to come in.
“Do I need something?” he echoed, tilting his head to the side
in an arrogant, knowing manner. “Excuse me, but this is my
house. I need answers. Why was this door locked? Why is she
here?” He gestured to Miss Spenser, his voice unwavering and
unemotional. “The first day you ever have any girls over and
it’s two in one day? One suddenly excuses herself, the other is
locked in your room and blatantly lies to me? You expect me to
not find this behavior suspicious?”
He looked at Yukito evenly, licking his lips slowly. “Explain
yourself.”
#Post#: 97--------------------------------------------------
Re: Ramsey Household
By: GGJ5 Date: March 19, 2013, 8:31 pm
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Erin Spenser
"I wanted to hang out with Yukito for a while, but I didn't
think you'd let him, since it's late-ish and all, so I made him
let me in secretly." She sounded more confident than she felt.
That was nice. It wasn't nice to know that the person she was
talking to was also apparently an expert liar. Erin hadn't
reached the expert level yet. It wasn't a fair match at all.
"’Made him’, did you?”
Erin gave a sure nod. "Mm-hmm."
“To my knowledge, you have never come to visit him before. So,
enlighten me, Miss Spenser, why did you feel so pressured to
visit him suddenly?”
Erin's eyebrows raised at that statement. Was it really that
weird for someone to, oh, just want to strike up a better
friendship? Maybe if he wasn't so weird about people visiting,
he wouldn't be so jumpy about it. "Uh, 'cause once you're
friends with someone, you wanna hang out with them more?" She
knew her voice carried a "well, duh" tone, but... well, wasn't
that kind of a stupid question coming from someone who was
probably a certified genius a few times over?
His attention transfered over. “Yukito?”
Yukito walked to the door and after a moment, opened it. Whether
he saw her or not, Erin kept a constant "what the crap is even
happening here" face on. What else could she possibly feel? Band
breaks, secret missions sneaking into overly fancy and
apparently forbidden home, finding out the modern-day
Hippocrates was a liar and kidnapper and possibly a murderer
and-- Holy crap I'm in his house giving him snarky remarks, go
me.
“Well?”
"That was a lie," Yukito replied, making Erin roll her eyes. Why
would he do that? She'd been perfectly fine with her snark,
thank you very much.
“Oh? Not off on a good start, are we, Miss Spenser?”
"I asked her to come over. Do you need something?" Yukito
continued.
Well, if he could be sarcastic, so could she. Erin pouted.
"Well, truth is relative, so maybe my truth was that I bugged
him to do it, and the way Yukito sees it is that he let me.
Isn't that the cool thing in philosophy now? Relative truth?"
Oh, hey, look, something from that class actually sunk in. And
might have actually been useful... maybe... if we don't all get
killed or something. Oh...
“Do I need something?” he echoed, voice dripping in ego. “Excuse
me, but this is my house. I need answers. Why was this door
locked? Why is she here?”
When Dr. Ramsey gestured toward Erin, she couldn't help but feel
a surge of anger towards him. If felt like he was talking like
she was a thing. Like she hadn't already given him a perfectly
decent answer as to 'why she was here.' Her face contorted into
a deep frown.
“The first day you ever have any girls over and it’s two in one
day? One suddenly excuses herself, the other is locked in your
room and blatantly lies to me? You expect me to not find this
behavior suspicious?”
She couldn't help herself. "What, he's not allowed to have girl
friends? Are we gonna give him cooties or something?"
The way Dr. Ramsey kept licking his lips was freaking her out...
like he was a snake tasting the air before he pounced on his
prey-- in this case either herself, Yukito, or both. Yay.
Doctor-Snake-Liar-Kidnapper-Murder-Man, and Erin was bringing up
cooties. I'm full of super-bright ideas. Can you die from
sarcasm? Pretty sure I'm about to die from sarcasm....
Dr. Ramsey's eyes focused on Yukito. “Explain yourself.”
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