forum Home is not where the heart is, the heart is its own and cannot be caged (Superhero family RP, needs three people!)

Started October 28, 2020 by Deleted user

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(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.

Tori's eyes widened as she nodded, running to the stairs and trying to enter the kitchen as quietly as she could. She sat down in her place, slowly eating her food. Although she ate until she was full, the girl had only eaten half of her food, and she flinched, knowing she'd be scolded for not finishing.

Lee watched on in displeasure, but said nothing. Justice didn’t know why her mother was in such a bad mood, but she was, and there was nothing Justice could do about it despite how desperately she wished to live up to her name.

“Now, for your serum. I’ve just finished preparing tonight’s batch, you’d better drink it while it’s still there.” she said, taking a small flask out of her pocket and pouring it into five smaller glasses for the children to drink from.

Amir nodded and took the small glass he knew was his. He took a few sips and that was enough to down all of the liquid, barely wincing at the taste anymore. He wanted to go back to his room. He had gotten a skirt that he wanted to wear again, or just touch, wearing it wasn't safe in this house.

(Amir likes skirts)

(Good for him! Good for him!)

Justice downed her glass, worrying about how it would affect her performance on the track tonight. She always felt a bit dizzy and sleepy for an hour after taking it, and didn’t want to risk going on the track in this state. “When will we be going on the track?” she asked, feeling the wooziness set in. “As soon as you all finish dinner, and no slacking or stretching time out to avoid it,” Lee said.

Tori held the glass to her lips, tipping it back and swallowing its contents in one gulp. The girl tried to choke down more food afterwards, but started to feel nausea set in. She still kept spooning soup into her mouth, until she felt vomit rise in her throat. "M-may I go to-to the restroom?" Tori's voice was barely audible, and as soon as she choked the sentence out, she clapped a hand over her mouth, trying to keep her food down.

“You will sit here until you finish your dinner, young lady.” Lee ordered, hands clasped tighter together than before. “Just let her go to the damn bathroom, I’ll finish her food for her! Jax is clearly feeling sick!” Justice said, it was the least she could do after all.

Tori swallowed again, her throat burning. She whimpered and looked down at her bowl, starting the process of forcing more food into her mouth. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she kept eating, her small form trembling. "C-can't- eat- any more," the girl whimpered, clapping her hands over her mouth again and swallowing the vomit in her mouth.

“Fine, leave for all I care. It just means another round on the track for you all, which suits me just fine.” Lee said, crossing her arms and leaning back. Justice gave Tori a sympathetic look, but didn’t say anything more. She genuinely didn’t want more trouble than she was in.

Tori shook her head as Lee mentioned the track, spooning more soup into her mouth as tears streamed down her face. She'd become used to keeping vomit down at this point, and she just barely managed to eat all her food, before covering her mouth again as she spoke. "M-may I g-go now?" The girl was trembling as she almost choked, coughing into her hand.

“Wait until you’re siblings have finished. I know you just want attention, but guess what? You’re not going to get it.” she said, tapping her spoon against the table a bit while resting her head on her hand.

The girl nodded again, swallowing and wiping her hand on her already dirty shirt. She was still shaking, but she wiped her tears on the collar of her shirt. "S-sorry," she muttered, trying not to vomit again. "I-I'll wait."

(skavn sorry I was working on something for most of the afternoon and I gtg to bed)

Cam took their serum with a grimace, and when Tori started having problems, they gave Lee a "what the fuck???" look. "Mom. She's barely keeping it in. If she throws up on the tablecloth, she'll get yelled at, so just let her go. I don't mind waiting, and I'm sure the rest of us are okay with it too." Years of experience allowed them to school their expression into neutral, and they managed to keep the anger at their mother out of their voice.

“I told her she could go, it would just mean extra track time. I hardly see what the problem is.” Lee snorted.