Name: Amir Palmer
Gender: Male
Personality: He's the quiet kid, no pun intended, and often the most strategic, though he won't tell you. (Okay the pun was intended in that one) He's probably the most antsy of the siblings, hands always playing with something and foot always tapping.
Clothing: Amir often wears simple t-shirts and jeans, never shorts. He always wears a large jacket with pockets sewn onto the inside for random things he's found.
Appearance: Amir has dark middle eastern skin, hinting at his Pakistani heritage. His hair is a dark brown, almost black, and very thick. It often hangs over his face to hide it. He's average height, maybe a bit taller than the usual teen, but mild enough. His fingers are often stained with colors from his painting.
Age: 16
Powers: He can phase through objects and become invisible while doing so, essentially making him a Ghost.
Other: He's completely mute, Lee took out his vocal box a while ago, to make him "Quieter".
Well I'll largely be controlling the villains, but if you have any ideas, let me know!
Also ahhh Amir! I love him! Also I can totally see Lee taking away his speech, unfortunately.
Anyways, should I post a starter now?
Yeah! I'm super excited for this.
Cool! I'll get one up in just a sec.
Justice had taken the car out without telling her mother. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem, they had multiple cars and a sizeable fortune due to Lee's research on… well, whatever it was she researched, Justice and the others had never been told and Lee changed the story every time. Whenever Justice looked her mother up, her results were negative. Lee Palmer didn't exist to the world, it seemed. But back to the car. She'd taken it out for an evening church service and had planned to get back before dinner, but Shannon had wanted to talk to her about something and it turned out that she had a crush of sorts on Justice and now they were maybe-girlfriends and had kissed just a little bit, and now Justice was red as a beet as she pulled into the driveway, where her mother was waiting with a disapproving look on her face as she tapped her foot on the pavement at rapid speeds.
Amir was standing behind Lee, looking down at the ground before looking up at Justice really quickly and signing where Lee couldn't see him. "I'm sorry. Tried to cover for you. Said you were doing studying with a friend, stick to that story." He gave a weak smile before looking down again, hand moving to fiddle with a book he had tucked under his arms.
(is there any windows looking down onto the driveway?)
"Heeey, mom. I was just out studying with a friend, and uh…"
"I know you're lying, Angelo. Come inside, you nearly missed dinner and now everything is going to go cold, all because of you." Lee growled, waving her daughter inside. "Honestly, I'm starting to wonder if I'm raising a pack of delinquents. And stop that fidgeting!" she snapped at Amir. "Christ, I need a drink. You'll all be running the track again tonight, to make up for your brother's misdeeds."
The track. It was a brutal training course that forced the children to push their powers to the limit, and then some. Consisting of deadly traps and mechanisms that could take your head off if you weren't too careful, it was a wonder why Lee kept it around. Probably because she was sadistic, but still.
(is there any windows looking down onto the driveway?)
(Yeah. Wherever you want, I never decided on the layout of the house.)
Harley was looking out of the window overlooking the driveway, noticing Amir and then lee waiting for JUstice to get home. She watched the whole interaction and heard the word Track.
"not again.," she muttered with a sad sigh as she could see Lee get mad at Amir for fidgeting too much and tried to make sure she couldn't be seen if dr palmer were to suddenly look up in her direction.
Tori looked out of the window, crouching behind Harley. She flinched as the track was mentioned, and fled soon after, curling up in a closet. She liked the closet, it was dark and quiet, and there was just barely enough room for her to fit. The girl was still shaking, but she tried to keep her breathing quiet, hoping that she wouldn't be heard.
Cam huffed. They had waited inside, leaning on the doorway with their arms crossed. "It's sister, mom, not that fucking hard" they'd muttered under her breath before Lee turned around. They consciously made an effort not to flinch or shrink away when Lee made her way inside and tried to keep the icy not-quite-a-glare on their face. They stepped into line beside Justice, expression softening a little. "What happened?" they asked quietly. "You're a little late–not that anyone but her minds."
"Eh, got caught up with a friend. You know how it is," she said with a dreamy sigh. Shannon… she was beautiful. The last light of the day shining on the girl's copper skin, illuminating her like a goddess… well, Justice was certainly ready to feel in love.
"Isaiah, set the table." Lee snapped, pouring herself a glass of whiskey, clinking the ice around in her glass. "And Amir, get the soup and serve it. Everyone sit down. And where are your sisters?"
Cam bit their lip at Lee's use of their dead name, but didn't argue with their mother and instead busied themself with the silverware. "No clue. Not really our job to watch them," they answered, putting silverware in Harley's spot at the table.
“Once you’ve finished setting the table, go get them.” she ordered, sitting down at the head of the table with her hands folded. “I can’t be expected to do everything, now can I? I cook for you, clean for you, deal with every little screw-up you make and still you act so ungrateful.” she grumbled.
Amir simply did as he was told, spooning the soup into bowls and stopping his fidgeting to the best of his abilities. When Lee asked the question, he signed 'No ma'am' even though it was probably rhetorical, better to be safe than sorry. When he finished and sat down, he got Lee's attention and went to go ask the question he had been meaning to ask all day. "Once we finish everything tomorrow, may I go over to a classmate's house? We have a project we need to work on for AP English."
“Huh? Oh, no, you’ll be running the track tonight and tomorrow. If you’d wanted to work on it, maybe you should have convinced your brother to not run off to strange places.” she said, taking a sip of her drink. Justice winced, this was all her fault.
“Mom, please, I’ll run the track for a month if it means Amir can go to his thing, okay? It’s not fair to punish all of us.”
“Life isn’t fair, now sit down and eat your food. Since it seems Isaiah is incapable, go get your sisters, Amir.”
"It's alright, I'll tell him that I can do my part at home. If I finish track early may I go? Perhaps I could run there to still get exercise in?" Amir shot Justice a look that showed that he didn't blame her for not being able to go, it was fine. He stood up and pushed his chair back under the table before signing another 'yes ma'am' and going upstairs to get his sisters. He phased through a wall and found them easy enough. "Lee wants everyone down for dinner. Bad mood, be careful."
“Mom, seriously. If there’s anything I can do-“
“If Amir finishes the track early, I don’t see why not. He never does, his powers are objectively useless except for spying, but if he really is dedicated enough…” Lee trailed off. “Well, good on him then. It’s not really my issue. Now, eat, you’re going to be running the track tonight and you’ll be needing your strength.”
I wouldn’t need my stupid strength if you just left me the fuck alone Justice thought, but didn’t say. She still respected her mother somewhat, after all.
Amir phased back downstairs and sat back in his chair, slouching his body inward. He ate his food and stood back up. "May I be excused, ma'am? I want to get a headstart on the track, please."
“You’ll do it along with your siblings, like you do every time. And don’t eat like a hungry dog next time, it’s disgusting to hear.” Lee said. “I need to time you to compare you, and unfriendly competition doesn’t hurt.”
Amir's hand tightened, but he sat back down. "Yes ma'am. I'll do better next time." He promised, fingers starting to fidget again under the table, grabbing onto his pant's fabric and trying not to wince at the reprimand.
