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[nathaniel james kastra]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://skylineillusions.net/goodies/63.jpg); width: 400px; height: 300px;padding:20px; border-top: 10px #6dc0dd solid; border-bottom: 10px #6dc0dd solid;] maybe light a candle Don't say a prayer for me, Feel alone I left you the best time [/style] [style=width: 385px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; background-color: 708090; opacity: .7; text-align: justify; padding: 8 8 0 8px; line-height: 90%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; color: 000;] Nathan never really knew what he wanted in life. He'd been incarcerated too early, before he even began to make his decisions. He was just a kid, fourteen, and thrown into juvenile detention cause he'd gone and fucked up his life. At least that was making something of it, instead of dealing with the pain and brutality of being bullied for who knew how long. It wouldn't end with school either,Nathan knew that. He'd go out into the world, get a job, and he'd still be treated like shit. Nathan had no backbone then, no sense of pride in himself. At least a few good things had come out of his murder. In the center, they'd tried talking to kids about their future, but it seemed a half assed effort. Statistics said, once a kids committed a crime, they're likely to do it again. Most of these kids would end up in jail at least one more time in their life, and those who didn't would always be running from the law. A criminal record like this would always stain their records, it'd be harder to get a job, get into school, get a real life and get away from whatever they did. Especially for Nathan. He was the towns, maybe even the country's anti-Christ. Even those who didn't know him by name, once they knew he brought a gun to school, shot a kid, they would throw him out. No one wanted to be near a psychopath like that. It wasn't even that Nathan was violate, though that was a reason. It was simply because he'd tarnished Canada's youth, taken away a life too young. He was a monster, and nobody liked a monster. More likely than not, Nathan would descend back into crime, no other option in his life. IT was if the government wanted him to commit more crimes, there wasn't much option than that. Maybe they did, the public would have liked a man like him tucked away for life. All he had to do was get caught once, maybe twice, and he'd be sent away for a few years. He had a job now, sure, but that was barely paying a rent for all the shifts he pulled. Nathan had never known what it was like, to have so little money, even with his parents. That responsibility and worry had fallen to them easily, and now he was falling down the same path. Nathan needed any money he could get, for food and shelter. For now, he was just trying to survive. He didn't need his family butting into that, or at least Elias. He didn't have time for this, this was his one day off to himself, so maybe he didn't go postal. Again. But here he was, inviting his siblings into his home, letting them in his life. He only hoped that they didn't get the wrong idea out of this. Nathan only turned around once he reached his living room, noting the sound of footsteps behind him. So they followed. He expected as much from Elias, but not from Cali. She was supposed to run away, he never got along with her. There was no connection between them, and now she was stalking into his home like she owned the place, bustling into the kitchen. Nathan followed out of pure instinct, worrying for the safety of his few things. Nathan would not put it past Calliope to steal something from her brother, it was just in the Kastra name. “I said you could come in, not make yourself at home, Jesus Cali,” he said, seeing her in the kitchen, already sitting on the counter. Typical her, though, to pull a move like that. Nathan didn't try to stop her, water cost him nothing, and yes, he had tea. He carefully closed the cupboards she'd left open, probably to spite him, feeling tension in the air. What were they supposed to do now? It was so weird, seeing his family in his house, in his kitchen. He'd never think of this day coming around. Nathan didn't bother offering Elias anything, and if he were to look in the fridge or cupboards, they'd be nearly barren. Nathan sighed, settling himself against the counter farthest from Cali, rubbing the back of his neck. Elias wanted to talk, he could talk, he had them both trapped now. Nathan hadn't been feeling like the youngest sibling until now, his inexperience with these messes showing. He didn't care though, he just wanted whatever Elias's problem was to be resolved so he could go back to trying to read. tagged, elias and calliope! │ word count,770 |notes, :3 Make Christmas your own

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://skylineillusions.net/goodies/14.jpg); width:430px; height:650px; padding:0px;] nobodies going to love you if YOU CAN'T DISPLAY A WAY TO CAPTURE THIS, NOBODIES GONNA HOLD YOUR HAND AND GUIDE YOU THROUGH, NO IT'S UP TO YOU TO UNDERSTAND TAGGED: cali & nathan WORDS: enough "Oh my god," Elias put his hands over his face. He was exhausted with his sister. He wasn't sure if at this point she was just saying her words to piss him off, or if she actually didn't comprehend what he was saying. He couldn't even allow himself to explain himself. There was no use. In that moment he felt like he was eighteen again, scolding his sister for coming home too late from her "friend's" house. No matter what he'd say she never seemed to read his words the way he wanted them to be heard. Maybe it was just a brother and sister thing, or maybe their family was just that lost in translation. Easily, he could stand outside arguing with his sister, but in reality the person he wanted to seek after the most was his brother. After all, it was his brother's birthday. Elias had to keep reminding himself of that since he couldn't help but get tangled in old sibling affairs. But, he had to admit, he was a little surprised, and even maybe delighted that his sister didn't bugger off and actually found her way inside of Nathan's home. It was strange being inside of there again. Last time he came in here he had the prospects of reminiscing over his brother, realizing this place was for old books. But now he was in here by invitation. It was a pitiful invitation, but none the less Eli was asked inside. He followed his way into the kitchen where Nathan found himself, and where Calliope had to obnoxiously nose her way into the cupboards. Elias rolled his eyes at his sister, but didn't bother saying anything, especially since Nathan spoke up. It was weird to think that Nathan was even saying anything of the sorts for himself. Not being able to see his brother grow up left Elias to only have the vision of the troubled kid he grew up with. Taking in a deep breath, Elias leaned his hands against the counter tops. He released his bit of air and allowed himself to examine the kitchen at first until he reached his brother's gaze. Elias couldn't help but have this haunting feeling that the majority of the cupboards were hollow. There was a pinch of pride that Elias felt for giving his brother that money. But the smirk on his face quickly brushed away from his own inner pride and turned into a smile at an attempt to be warm for his brother. "I know we can all talk… without some sort of uprising," His eyes were hopeful, but Elias couldn't help but see himself in Nathan, but himself when he was an angered teenager. But Nathan wasn't a teenager anymore, and there was something darker in Nathan's eyes than Elias ever remembered carrying with himself. "It's been over six years since we were all in the same room together… am i not the only one that finds that a little… terrible?" He watched his words. Easily, he could fall into some violent stir over the situation, but honestly, Eli was so sick of fighting. "I mean, we could continue pretending one another doesn't exist till the day one of us dies, and two of us are forced to awkwardly stand over a casket, or we could acknowledge each other as a family and stop the name 'Kastra' from being a bad infection," Elias hoped that bringing up their name didn't start anything. His eyes looked to Cali's specifically, eying her from saying anything. Just because Nathan was their half-brother, and his father's name wasn't Kastra, Eli didn't feel like that should matter. "Caroline is a small town, and i don't think any of us are too keen, or have enough money to get too far away. I don't intend on leaving." His eyes shifted back to Nathan. More than anything, Elias wanted them to take something of what he said… anything, and take a positive turn on it. His wrists started hurting from holding onto the counter so tightly. He released himself from it and allowed his arms to fall limp to his side. NOTES: d'aaawwee

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[calliope jenn kastra]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 490px; height: 500px; background-color: #000000; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/6mnUt.jpg); border: 2px ridge #FFB6C1; -webkit-border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px; -moz-border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px; border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px;] And They Say we would’ve seen you two years ago Had you stuck around or come out to a show, But youth’s taken over by rock and roll, While we were laughing and drinking and smoking and singing.... So I left, That is it. That’s my life, Nothing is sacred. I don’t keep friends,I keep acquainted, I’m not a prophet, But I’m here to profit. That’s all, I’m gone! That’s my life, Nothing is sacred. I don’t fall in love, I just fake it. I don’t fall in love. I don’t fall in love.----------------- To be oblivious to all of the things that Elias did for her was impossible. Even Calliope, so tightly wrapped in her own little world that it was a wonder should move about reality, could see this. She remembered perfectly well the times that he had singlehandedly kept her out of prison or had found her in time to keep her from passing out in the street or drowning in her own vomit when she was too drunk to stand up anymore. He let her back in the house when their mother was awake in the morning and would have skinned her alive for staying out all night, he did everything that the good big-brother of an extraordinary troublemaker should do. But the thing was, Calliope didn’t need that anymore. Honestly, she had grown past the all-nighters and the getting trashed and the destruction. She had grown up. She had grown out of Elias’s life, and while he may have been happy for her progress in everything else, he didn’t seem to be able to accept not being needed anymore. And he seemed exasperated with her claims that he didn’t want her to be happy, but it was true. Calliope could see so easily that her brother didn’t want her to be happy in a world that didn’t involve him. He needed to be needed to feel validated, but it wasn’t her life’s purpose to validate him. Brother or not, she couldn’t live to please anyone but herself. Going inside her little brother’s house was probably just as much a shock to her as to the other two, but at the moment she found she couldn’t care less. It was a hell of a lot warmer in there than it was out here. And there was promise of more drama in there, something she didn’t want to miss out on. It didn’t matter what either of her brothers thought of it, whether they were angry with her for staying or happy that they had a chance to talk to her, it didn’t matter, just as long as she got to warm up and maybe finally get to making that tea. Somehow she was aware that Nathan was following her for more reason than just to talk. It made sense for him not to trust her. They had never really had reason to trust each other as kids. Calliope didn’t remember ever disturbing Nathan’s belongings as a child, but that didn’t mean he didn’t remember differently. Memories of stealing from her siblings were unimportant and she wouldn’t have maintained them, she was sure, if they had ever existed. Calliope wasn’t a good person, and maybe she could be considered a robber for the way she exploited her boyfriend into buying her things, but she never stole anything from another person. From stores was a different story, but Nathan’s cabinets weren’t a store, and she wasn’t about to take something from her brother. He didn’t have anything worth it, anyway. She wasn’t trustworthy, she knew that, and so it made sense for Nathan to be on his guard, but she was still somewhat offended that he expected such things from her. “I thought the hospitality was implied, love. I don’t imagine they taught you the proper etiquette of hosting a family gathering while you were incarcerated, did they? I could only assume you’d offer the best given that you had any knowledge of how,”

[/color] she said brightly, watching him close the cabinets she had left open. “You don’t have a tea kettle, by the way. You may want to look into that.”[/color]

It wasn’t long before Elias continued the little familial guilt trip, and if it weren’t for the prospect of staying warm in here, Cali wouldn’t have stood for it. She would have been out of there so fast, not even bothering to turn off the water on the stove. But the temperature of the house was too pleasant, taking off her coat and setting it on the counter beside her. It was just so tiring, hearing Eli babble.

“Well, if you really think about it, Eli, it’s probably best that we didn’t spend much of that six years together, considering Baby Nate and his tendency to shoot people when he’s unhappy.”[/color] After a glance from Eli to Nathan, she added, “No offence,”[/color] and then looked back. “We at least had to wait until we were sure no one was going to end up bleeding out.”[/color]

He started then talking about funerals, which actually provoked some thought. She had never thought about it: would she go to her brothers’ funerals if it proved necessary? Would they go to hers? She somehow doubted it, but decided to let it go when Eli continued.

“So, do you honestly believe that, or are you just saying it to get us to try? Like, are you so deluded that you think after what he did and how we grew up around it that Caroline’s going to forget, or are you trying to fake it so your impressionable baby brother and sister will go along with your stupid theory?”[/color]

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[nathaniel james kastra]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://skylineillusions.net/goodies/63.jpg); width: 400px; height: 300px;padding:20px; border-top: 10px #6dc0dd solid; border-bottom: 10px #6dc0dd solid;] maybe light a candle Don't say a prayer for me, Feel alone I left you the best time [/style] [style=width: 385px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; background-color: 708090; opacity: .7; text-align: justify; padding: 8 8 0 8px; line-height: 90%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; color: 000;] Even before Nathan had understood he was only half related to his siblings he'd felt left out in the family. Calliope was only a little bit older than him, but he was still the baby of the family. He had no idea how their mother had gone from being with the man who had fathered her first two children to having Nathan, but he supposed an affair was the culprit of that mistake. His mother had not resented the existence of another child, but Nathan believed he was the cause of many of the families problems. His existence solidified the fact that his mother had cheated on what had been her most long standing relationship to date and thus ended what could have been a relatively happy union. Thus Elias and little Calliope had lost their father, and Nathan never had one to begin with. This forced young Elias to mature far to early for his years to take care of a young sister and baby brother because their mother was too busy drinking or working or cursing the existence of men to deal with three kids. Thus Elias cared for them. This strangeness split Nathan even more from Calliope and Elias though, as he seemed a stranger in the house. The three of them ultimately took after their mother, with their dark hair and baby faces, and Eli and Nathan had their mothers light eyes. They were siblings beyond a doubt and it was hard to see that Nathan did have a different father, except say for his mannerisms. He was always quiet and withdrawn, while the other two siblings caused a ruckus and liked attention. It was impossible to tell if that was the genes or the nurture of being the youngest sibling and often being pushed behind. Though, in many family dynamics the youngest would therefore be the most attention seeking, somehow in the Kastra family it turned out opposite. It must have been nurture though, that turned Nathan to be more like his siblings than ever before. The turn of events that came from the birth of Nathan though would result in this eventual change in character. After Nathans father left, promptly four hours after discovering their mother was pregnant, she started a string of boyfriends. True to the Kastra name before her children, she was a dependant woman. Though, this all happened after Elias' father was declared a missing person. It was a confusing strain of events Nathan was barely conscious for. All he knew was this eventually ended their mother in the hands of Joshua, the man who would cause Nathan's eventual undoing. And if his mother had not hooked up with the man that caused Nathan's birth, perhaps Elias and Calliope could have been spared the rocky childhood they grew to have. A sparse bit of guilt being imparted on Nathan for this was not to be avoided and this more separated him from his siblings, who seemed to have a more natural tendency to get along. Although, Cali hardly got along with anyone and Elias would put his life on the line for any of his family members. Nathan was really the problem here, with his reluctancy to be helped. Perhaps Elias could have stopped Joshua, but really it was up to Nathan to stand up to the man, and he never had. This of course felt to Nathan feeling a general dis-attachment from his siblings, and a kind of rivalry ensued. Though, he was sure neither of him nor his brother could really enjoy or understand Calliopes presence. Of course it would just be the typical thing for her to do to take the run of Nathan's house and insult him in the process. Nathan didn't understand where she got off or why she thought her attitude was acceptable. In her past many chances had come and gone where a lesson could have been learned, but none of it seemed to stick. Nathan always avoided Calliope on the rule that she was violate, tempered, and a girl. She seemed to understand better than he how exactly to wound a person in just the right way that they would not bleed out all at once but rather slowly and painfully for several days. Cali ran by her own selfish agenda and Nathan knew she wouldn't take him or his brother in account for that. He didn't play the hapless victim with her – though he never knowingly played that with anyone else – knowing she was just a bully worse than the rest of them. He was not scared of her, not in the present at least. He could see past those stupid words, and she wasn't a victim or sad or calling out for help, Calliope was honestly just a bitch. “I don't think Caroline can ever forget that I shot and killed a sixteen year old boy,” Nathan stated, hands crossing over his chest. That was why he walked around with a fake name, kept his head down, hid out in his home.. Nathan didn't want to make trouble, he only wanted to try and live his life. That was proving to be more and more difficult. “I can only really hope, Cali, that my family would be good enough to forget what I did, as families are aught to do. I mean, as long as I don't shoot any of you, we could fix things like Eli says,” and maybe he was trying to antagonize Cali, pick a bone with her, make her understand how selfish she was. tagged, elias and calliope! │ word count, 930 |notes, what ever happened to family fun guys Make Christmas your own

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[elias kellin kastra]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://skylineillusions.net/goodies/14.jpg); width:430px; height:650px; padding:0px;] nobodies going to love you if YOU CAN'T DISPLAY A WAY TO CAPTURE THIS, NOBODIES GONNA HOLD YOUR HAND AND GUIDE YOU THROUGH, NO IT'S UP TO YOU TO UNDERSTAND TAGGED: cali & nathan WORDS: enough Elias clenched his teeth together, his eyes a little wild when his sister brought up the school shooting. Any time anyone ever brought up the event, Elias got defensive, telling who ever it was to mind their own and that they were in not place to talk about the incident. He would often yell out at them that they had no idea what had made Nathan do such a thing an that they were only the useless portion of the town of Caroline. It took all he could not to reach out at his sister and push her for even mentioning it. His body was so tense that he wasn't sure if he'd be able to strain a look at Nathan. "No offence" oh yeah, because that made everything better. Elias tightened his fists and loosened them again as a way to relieve the tension that was building up. He let out a breath of hot air as he heard Nathan's response. There was a fear within him that it might set off Nathan, make him more fragile to the conversation that Elias had consistently been putting hope into. Elias knew that as long as the same old-bats that had been dictating the town of Caroline for so long were still around that they wouldn't be allowed to forget of the shooting event. But, Elias wasn't one to stray on it. It was his brother. He couldn't hold it against his brother. He lived with his brother, he saw some of the things that he went through. Elias didn't know what he would do if he was in that situation, maybe not shoot up the school. But, Elias knew that he had his own violent tendencies and would of found his own means of dealing with such. He couldn't bring himself to judge Nathan… it was either that or else Elias was just pretending that it never happened to begin with. A smile crept up on his face as Nathan spoke of family. It actually warmed his heart a little to hear his brother say such a thing. Part of him wanted to verbally say "did i just hear you take part in my side of things?" Of course, he would never say that to his brother. Maybe one day if they were on good terms. Who knows, maybe in a year or two he'd be able to joke around with his brother and they could talk bout Calliope on a series and joking level. Like normal brother's probably did in jest. "That's what i'm getting at!" Elias spoke with enthusiasm, still mystified that Nathan said anything that suggested that he wasn't completely against his brother. He didn't even notice the tone that Nathan took with Calliope, but rather thought of it as directly to be some hope in how they could get along. Elias couldn't even bring himself to realize that at this point in time he was on a different plain than his siblings. "I know, i don't care about all that stuff, it happened it's done," the smile grew on his face, maybe this would all be easier than he thought. NOTES: so many sibling feels

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[calliope jenn kastra]

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In the years since the shooting, Calliope had had to move on. She pretended every day that she forgot what happened, because it was easier to live in denial than to struggle through normal emotion to strive for acceptance. This was Calliope’s way. It was easier to be a pompous bitch than to fall into the pits of depression, and it hurt a hell of a lot less. If you got good enough at it, like Cali had, you forgot that there were other things to feel. You didn’t have to worry about being upset by things because it was below you. Calliope hadn’t cried in years, there was nothing to cry about. Anything that was wrong was just further proof that she could do better, and so then she sought something better. Things were going very well for her, all things considered, and so clearly the ones at loss here were her two brothers, simply because they wouldn’t just get over it. Calliope was very much over it, and therein laid her strength. If the other two could do the same, just move on from this pointless idea of family, then they’d all be able to find some happiness. They didn’t need each other. The sooner they could learn that, especially Elias, the happier all three of them could be.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://skylineillusions.net/goodies/63.jpg); width: 400px; height: 300px;padding:20px; border-top: 10px #6dc0dd solid; border-bottom: 10px #6dc0dd solid;] maybe light a candle Don't say a prayer for me, Feel alone I left you the best time [/style] [style=width: 385px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; background-color: 708090; opacity: .7; text-align: justify; padding: 8 8 0 8px; line-height: 90%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; color: 000;]Nathan hadn't meant to agree with Elias, he hadn't even realized he had. He was only trying to do something with this situation that didn't require him getting pissed off. That seemed destined to happen anyway, considering he wasn't exactly joyful to see his brother at his door. He might have been willing to talk to Elias one day, but never Cali. Perhaps she saw no sense, or she saw complete sense and only voiced the ugly truth that no one wanted to face. Nathan knew they could never be a family, it was a fabled dream to hope for that. He knew, at the very least, Elias might be able to forget the fact that Nathan killed someone. Everyone could forget that fact, or he could make up personalities and pretend to be someone he was not and they could never know he was indeed a murderer. That would not change the fact that Nathan could never forget the murder, and perhaps never forgive himself. Therein lay the problem, nothing could be right until Nathan got over that fact, and he probably never would. Cali, at least, seemed to understand that, even if it were in the worst way possible. Mentioning the shooting was never a problem for Nathan, however. He'd never flinched at the mention of the incident, expect before he had turned himself in and was worried about someone finding out. After that, he never felt nervous or like he might do something again. He had no triggers for the murderer laying within, and thought that the one life was enough on his hands. Really, his only problem now was his anger, which was hovering around his shoulders like a dark cloud. Nathan had brought up the killing first anyway. It wasn't like Cali said, he wasn't some damn psychopath that was about to go of at any slight mention of what he'd done, or anytime he got angry. Nathan was far more civilized than that. For awhile in juvie, the therapists he saw had worried that he might be repressing his emotions, and one day he might break. Nathan had already gone past his breaking point though, and it had been good for him. He knew he didn't need his family, he was doing well enough by himself. They had gotten him into this mess in the first place. “Goddammit Calliope,” Nathan sighed, his hands gripping at the counter behind him. “Considering that you are so determined to not be family, its not exactly courteous of you to walk into my home and start doing whatever the hell you want. You don't need juvenile detention to learn a little manners sis,” he pushed himself aggressively away form the counter, feeling anger boiling in his veins. He wished he'd never told them to come inside, but now he had to deal with this. “The point of families is to look past our differences, smile and pretend we get along. The rest of the town seems to understand that,” his pacing took him closer to his half sister where she was sitting on the counter like some primped up princess. She thought she was so great, telling them the truth. There was more than one side to their story though. “It's too bad our family is filled with fuck ups and we couldn't honestly ever fix this, I know that Cali," his voice seemed to lose its harsh tone for a second, he was standing between Calliope and Elias now. “I don't have the time or money to deal with your bullshit honestly,” he quickly flicked the stove burner she'd turned on for her tea to the off function, the water having barely begun to boil. He wanted her to leave, he wanted Elias to leave, and maybe for some piece and quiet in his life. tagged, elias and calliope! │ word count, 639 |notes, dun dun dunnnnnn Make Christmas your own

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://skylineillusions.net/goodies/14.jpg); width:430px; height:650px; padding:0px;] nobodies going to love you if YOU CAN'T DISPLAY A WAY TO CAPTURE THIS, NOBODIES GONNA HOLD YOUR HAND AND GUIDE YOU THROUGH, NO IT'S UP TO YOU TO UNDERSTAND TAGGED: cali & nathan WORDS: enough There were so many moments that Elias wanted to jump into the rant that Calliope had taken upon herself to sew together. He didn't even care about half the things that she was saying about himself, more than anything he cared about the words that fell onto Nathan. Of course Elias understood that Calliope was older now, taking care of herself, hell he was older and that's all he ever did was take care of himself. He just wanted something, maybe Christmas together, maybe a birthday card. Even if Calliope did have some sense of right to her, Elias couldn't believe half of the things she was saying, as if she was the most unstable one of the family. But the truth was, there were some things that needed to be said. They couldn't go on acting like the shooting didn't happen. It was the elephant in the room that took over the old one of Joshua. They should talk about it, they should work it out, but Elias was too stubborn to see the way that Calliope was finding her voice in the situation. Maybe she was more stubborn since she'd grown up, or maybe it was just because Elias was always more busy caring for Nathan in this entire mess of a situation. It was at this point that Elias decided to keep quite. The current exchange was between his two siblings and him nicking in with any sort of retort would probably make things worse. He didn't want to hold himself responsible for picking sides between the two. If he did that than this entire situation would explode even further. Carefully his eyes watched as his brother broke the space between Elias and Calliope. He wanted to agree with Nathan, at first, about how he was sick of the town acting like they were the only fuck ups in town. He wanted to say something about how Calliope's attitude was just helping to instigate the town and open the door to more criticism. But he didn't say a thing. In all honesty, Elias felt this strange icy exchange between the two of them. Chills surged through his spine as Nathan turned off the stove. It was a simple gesture but there was something about it that put Elias at unease. He was just waiting for whatever Calliope would say next, how this would escalate and how Elias would have to step in, hopefully to break the tension that solidified in the room. NOTES: ahhh <3 <3 <3

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[calliope jenn kastra]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 490px; height: 500px; background-color: #000000; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/6mnUt.jpg); border: 2px ridge #FFB6C1; -webkit-border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px; -moz-border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px; border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px;] And They Say we would’ve seen you two years ago Had you stuck around or come out to a show, But youth’s taken over by rock and roll, While we were laughing and drinking and smoking and singing.... So I left, That is it. That’s my life, Nothing is sacred. I don’t keep friends,I keep acquainted, I’m not a prophet, But I’m here to profit. That’s all, I’m gone! That’s my life, Nothing is sacred. I don’t fall in love, I just fake it. I don’t fall in love. I don’t fall in love.----------------- One flaw of many in Calliope: in her mind, there was never any error in her arguments. That sinking feeling when one realizes their incorrectness part way through? Calliope didn’t know it. When she had made up her mind, she was correct, and if the rest of the world didn’t turn to cater to it, then the rest of the world would be wrong. It was often Cali against the world, but it was never anything wrong with her. She believed in her own logic and knew it was sound, but she also knew that sometimes volume and violence were the key to getting what she wanted. But she didn’t want this to turn into that, didn’t need the aggravation. It was practically Christmas, after all. Spreading holiday cheer was the aim of the day, at least for everyone else in Caroline. Calliope had never been so staunchly against Christmas to be one of those who deface the nativity scenes in their neighbors’ yards, but the only sort of cheer Calliope was going to be perpetuating was the sort of cheer that died agonizingly when she got too close to her brothers. The joy of choosing one’s own company, of no one pressuring you to do stupid things like snort coke or spend time with your family, that died when Elias came around, and now Nathan was doing the same damn thing. It was unfair, the two of them against her now in this argument, but fuck them. They could be a family together without her. Nobody needs the bitchy middle child, the only sister, the double X chromosome thrown in there by unhappy chance. During childhood, she had never felt left out for being a girl, but today she used it as a reason why they could never quite relate to her the way she should. Because, in her mind, she made perfect sense, and they were just against her because they knew she was right and they were trying to ignore it. If they wouldn’t agree with their sister, then they didn’t have one. They were with her or against her, and if they wouldn’t agree, it meant they were against. She felt offended, despite not having wanted anything to do with them anyway. Things didn’t go according to plan, and Calliope got offended. And when she got offended, she tended to get mean, to cross lines between brutally honest and simply brutal. “You talk like I’m smashing up the fucking place. Christ, Nathan, I’m making tea. If you’ve got the manners you say you do, then you would’ve offered me something in the first place, and so you’re just being ungrateful considering that I saved you the trouble of having to wait on me.” For a moment, Cali almost missed the days when she was big enough to push Nathan around. He was only a few months younger than her, but most of his life Nathaniel had been smaller. Now was different though, and if she stood up it would show it. From the counter she appeared as though she could be taller than she really was, giving her the effect of being large. It was like being near some gullible wild animal, trying to make herself seem larger than life. The problem was, she knew her half-brother to not be gullible. At least, not with her. When he turned off her tea, though, then it got personal quickly. “What the fuck, Nate! Jesus, it’s not hurting you any to boil water,” she said angrily, a bit of a screech in her voice as she hopped down off the counter. “Honestly, what the hell is wrong with you? You invite me inside and then start accusing me of costing you money. Are you kidding me? I swear if I didn’t know better I’d say someone needed to beat some sense into you, but I guess that’s happened already once before. Didn’t seem to have worked, though, I guess Joshua was a bit too nice to you.”

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://skylineillusions.net/goodies/63.jpg); width: 400px; height: 300px;padding:20px; border-top: 10px #6dc0dd solid; border-bottom: 10px #6dc0dd solid;] maybe light a candle Don't say a prayer for me, Feel alone I left you the best time [/style] [style=width: 385px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; background-color: 708090; opacity: .7; text-align: justify; padding: 8 8 0 8px; line-height: 90%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; color: 000;]As much as Nathan was fine with talking about the shooting, for some reason he still refused to bring up anything before that. The bullying, the abuse from Joshua. When it was happening, Nathan tried to pretend like it wasn't a big deal. Like he didn't fall asleep crying sometimes, nursing yet another bruise or nearly broken bone. There was worse things that could happen, he told himself, then getting beat by both his mothers current boyfriend and the kids at school that had nothing better to do than beat up the smartest boy in their grade. He was only smart because he took to the books as a haven from all the hurt. The novels worlds were more interesting to him. He read non fiction to remind himself that there was worse that could happen, that there was famine and rape and murder in the world. Little did he know that soon he'd be a murderer himself. Nathan hid from his past, the pain he'd felt, the utter humiliation that he let those things happen to him. All he wanted was to be left alone, and finally he'd gotten his wish. Someday, he wished he could find Joshua, see if the man was scared of him, see if Nathan could make Joshua scared of him. The chances of that were very, very low however. Nathan had so many thoughts running through his head as Cali continued talking, his body feeling like it was winding around a tight cord. He wanted to say he regretted having them here, he wanted to say he'd never wanted them here in the first place and it was Elias's fault for pushing them to try and push things. Cali could have been nice and tried to appease him a little bit. He wasn't going to control her life like she'd said, he knew better than that. A little familial support was needed sometimes, something to rely on when you felt like you were boiling over. Nathan never wanted to admit that he might need someones support, but maybe Cali might with how crazy she was. He felt like a kid, but she had no place using his shit and his electricity and being in his home. This wasn't like back where they lived with their mother and they could do whatever they wanted to. He'd been trying to make a damn point by not offering her anything, and yeah that was far too literary and passive aggressive of him, but what else could he do? He knew he'd made mistake and he was admitting that to himself, and at least Cali could do the same. She was always picking a fight. Her words picked at the wound cord of his anger, and it was as if all at once time whirled. It wasn't that she mentioned Joshua or the beatings, or anything. It was just the way she said it and the fact that she dared bringing it up now, after all this time. Nathan barely felt her push his hand away to turn the stove back on, the water resuming it's boiling in the few moments it took Nathan to breathe. He grabbed the pot handle, and later he would think that he'd done that in order to pull the water away from the stove and dump it in the sink. In a quick movement, Nathan was picking the pot off the stove and swinging it forward with force, nearly boiling water and all, colliding with a dull thwack against his sisters face. Honestly, Nathan thought it would have made more of a resonating ting. tagged, elias and calliope! │ word count, 608 |notes, why does this make me sO HAPPY? Make Christmas your own

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nobodies going to love you if YOU CAN'T DISPLAY A WAY TO CAPTURE THIS, NOBODIES GONNA HOLD YOUR HAND AND GUIDE YOU THROUGH, NO IT'S UP TO YOU TO UNDERSTAND TAGGED: cali & nathan WORDS: enough "What the fuck, Calliope?" Elias yelled as soon as she finished her sentence "How can you even think those words let along fucking say them?" He couldn't believe that he had actually heard those words fall out of her mouth. Elias had half a mind to hit her upside the head with the back of his head for that comment. That's what he used to do whenever she said something ridiculously stupid. But then, it all happened so fast, so uncontrollably fast. As it all started to happen, Elias's jaw dropped in disbelief. Thwack he saw his sister for only a moment before he felt like all he could see was blood. Instantly after his brother hit their sister so forcefully Elias grabbed his arms from behind, pulling them back from doing anything else. To be honest, Elias wasn't even sure if Nathan would start hitting their sister more, or if all he wanted was the devastating hit with the pot, but regardless of that, all Elias could think was he needed to hold his brother back before anything like that ever happened again. "Nathaniel!" It was possibly the first time Elias had ever said Nathan's full name, rather than shortening it. Only their mother ever did that, and she didn't even do it that often especially since the majority of the time she was in a strange comatose that didn't even digest the existence of her children. Elias felt Nathan's body against his own, looking at his sister. There was a part of him that wanted to ask Calliope if she was okay, but he knew better. Clearly she was just his with a pot. How the hell else would she feel? As he evaluated the situation in his head all over again he just started getting more and more angry, he wanted to yell at Nathan, then yell at Calliope for pushing him so far, and then he wanted to yell at Nathan again. The only problem was that Elias was to the point where he couldn't even bring himself to say words. He was still in shock. How the hell did everything come to do this? NOTES: WE ARE ALL DEMENTED FOR ENJOYING THIS SO MUCH

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 490px; height: 500px; background-color: #000000; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/6mnUt.jpg); border: 2px ridge #FFB6C1; -webkit-border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px; -moz-border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px; border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px;] And They Say we would’ve seen you two years ago Had you stuck around or come out to a show, But youth’s taken over by rock and roll, While we were laughing and drinking and smoking and singing.... So I left, That is it. That’s my life, Nothing is sacred. I don’t keep friends,I keep acquainted, I’m not a prophet, But I’m here to profit. That’s all, I’m gone! That’s my life, Nothing is sacred. I don’t fall in love, I just fake it. I don’t fall in love. I don’t fall in love.----------------- Since childhood, it had been widely known that Calliope Kastra could scream. During her toddler years, she had done so almost any time she wasn’t given her way, which she had only grown out of because of the growing abusiveness of her environment. It still happened on occasion when she grew older, but only ever when it was just her brothers around. Even today, sometimes she would storm around her house raging about something, and the neighbors would call to complain. The sound of Calliope’s discontent was loud, piercing; she had mastered the balance between tortured and upset and had designed it to almost instinctually stir up empathy in others. It was natural to do it these days, her instant reaction. It made sense, this unholy racket, it fit in so well with her personality. She was selfish, self-centered, and screaming like she did ensured that all eyes were on her and that if she wasn't happy, no one could be. Such was the noise that filled the room following the thwack of the heated metal pot colliding with her face, near-boiling water splashing on her face, chest, and stomach. Not only was her nose and cheek hurting from the impact and stinging from the heated metal, but the water against her skin and soaking into her clothes scalded her, threatening red marks everywhere it touched. Calliope screamed first because it hurt, and second because she was angry, so excruciatingly angry that he would dare touch her, dare do anything to hurt her. Nathan was a murderer and now probably a violent sociopath and it was no wonder those things happened. Through the eyes she clenched shut in pain she couldn’t see Elias restraining Nathan, but she could imagine that that was the only reason she didn’t receive anything more from the boy’s anger. Her shrieking continued until she tasted blood in her mouth, at which point she realized that the pain in her nose was perhaps an indication of breakage. Calliope had never broken a bone before; leave it to her fucked up little brother to break that streak. Of course, easily it might not be broken, but the way it felt, the feeling of shattering and bleeding and burning, it could easily be broken. She didn’t honestly know what to do once she wasn’t in so much pain that she couldn’t think. Water was still over her face and body, so she tried to wipe it off as best as she could with the palms of her hands, but it was hard when it burned her hands just as much. She tried to pull the patches of her shirt that were wet away from her body, but it didn’t have much effect. In the end, she tugged it off over her head, burn marks already forming across her pale skin in small patches where the water had landed. Her hand moved to her face, her head tilting back some to try and stop the bleeding. She said nothing, simply stood there in a bra and a miniskirt with her shirt in one hand and her face in the other. There weren’t words to express how she felt, or how much that had hurt, or anything. Instead she stared at the floor, mind swirling with rage and unhappiness and physical pain. Calliope didn’t look up from there for several minutes, when she decided she was able. By then the parts of her skin that had had been splashed were a deeper read, her face was beginning to bruise. She couldn’t think of much to say. “Fuck you both.”

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[nathaniel james kastra]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://skylineillusions.net/goodies/63.jpg); width: 400px; height: 300px;padding:20px; border-top: 10px #6dc0dd solid; border-bottom: 10px #6dc0dd solid;] maybe light a candle Don't say a prayer for me, Feel alone I left you the best time [/style] [style=width: 385px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; background-color: 708090; opacity: .7; text-align: justify; padding: 8 8 0 8px; line-height: 90%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; color: 000;]Even as a kid, Nathan had been entranced by the fantasy world. Having no friends, and no one to really take care of him, he had created his own world. He had a monster who acted as a mother, a bird as a pet, a flying broomstick that would take him around the world whenever he wanted. The cast of characters in Nathans young life was more colourful than any childhood could have been. When he grew out of that, he automatically moved on to books. Even before then, as he learned to read, they became his only friends. Nathan would often spend his recess's indoors, reading on the library floor, usually picture books, but that moved to larger ones with more print. The librarians knew him by name, often being the only ones to talk to him. And that was how his life went, even up into high school, he would spend all of his time in the library. The books were more interesting than his real life, and easier to deal with. Things changed though, after the shooting. His life seemed more interesting than the world of books, or perhaps Nathan was just better at dealing with reality now. He'd never really learned how to hold back his emotions though, although he had thought he was so practiced at that before. Turned out, Nathan was just taking his anger and shoving it inside himself, waiting for something to boil over. Nathan knew he was a murderer, that was something he never ran away from. He knew he had a brash sense of anger sometimes, though where that came from, he didn't know. In juvie, he had fought with the other boys there a handful of times. Mostly in the first few months, when they had thought he was something to pick on. He was small, yes, and he tried to keep himself. It was a lie to say that Nathan wasn't scared, the first few months there. The place was full of the kids he ran from, but he was one of them now. There was no reason he couldn't defend himself. Nathan wasn't strong, but he was smart. Most of the other boys in the centre, they weren't. He used that to his advantage. Nathan didn't need his fists, obviously, but he did get stronger. He could hit with utensils, books, anything within his reach. And yeah, he'd get in trouble, but a day didn't go by where at least one of the others got in a fight. Maybe that was why he couldn't deal with his emotions, the only way he could deal with someone threatening him was to lash out instead of trying to work through things rationally. So what, he was a murderer, Cali was right, he was a volatile sociopath, but so what? What hope was there for him in the world? Nathan could hear a ringing in his ears, his fist tight around the handle of the pot. He felt Elias pull him back, grabbing his arms. Immediately, he pushed himself out of the grasp, half turning and shoving Elias away. He wouldn't hit him, because he knew Elias wouldn't dare to hit him first. He only turned to glare at his older brother, fire in his eyes, daring him to do anything. The stupid idiot wouldn't, he would just try and talk his way out of this, try and talk things back together. Nathan never realized how weak his brother was, and it made him want to laugh. Cali was screaming, screaming like only she knew how, and he could see blood, but Nathan didn’t care. He let her, he enjoyed the pain he could hear in her voice. He snorted when she finally talked, a slick smile coming over his face. “Oh shut up Cali,” he spat, rage still bubbling under the surface. He looked from her to Elias, both who looked absolutely livid. So he'd hit his sister, she deserved it. She needed to learn a lesson. “I want both of you to do the right thing now and get the hell out of my house,” he lifted his hand holding the pot, like a warning, pointing it at the door to the kitchen and way out of his house. tagged, elias and calliope! │ word count, 711 |notes, nathannnnnnnn Make Christmas your own

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://skylineillusions.net/goodies/14.jpg); width:430px; height:650px; padding:0px;] nobodies going to love you if YOU CAN'T DISPLAY A WAY TO CAPTURE THIS, NOBODIES GONNA HOLD YOUR HAND AND GUIDE YOU THROUGH, NO IT'S UP TO YOU TO UNDERSTAND TAGGED: cali & nathan WORDS: enough Elias took in a deep breath, and found himself thinking about how to breathe for the first time in his life. His brother was so much more imposing now, the way he was able to throw Elias off of him so easily. The way he pushed him back. Really, Elias knew he wouldn't be able to hold back Nathan for any extensive period of time but he didn't expect him to push him back so swiftly. All of it flashed back to him, the time when his brother took two swings at him to get him out of his house. By now, he shouldn't of been so surprised, but it terrified him knowing that Nathan could be so unstable. The look on his brothers face, it was like one he had never seen before. Was he… smiling? Elias couldn't be so certain since he was standing right behind him, but when Nathan looked back there was a strange chill that ran up his spine. his voice rang out through the house, in a way that Elias had never heard it. The only time he'd ever heard such violence in one's voice was in the house they grew up in with Joshua. But this was different. It was Nathan, and the blood line made it so much worse. He couldn't bring himself to talk. He was in too much of shock, still. Elias was stuck somewhere between wanting to get the fuck out of this house and away from this sudden mess and wanting to sit his brother down and ask him what the fuck was going on inside of his head to get him here. Honestly, he wasn't even sure why Calliope was still here, why she didn't run out of the house and find police that could investigate their brother. Police would do nothing, though. Their entire life had been dictated by the number of visits the police had to their house, the amount of times people called suspecting domestic violence, people who would tattle on Elias's actions in the town. If the police came here, it'd be over. Elias knew that Nathan had his own secret life. When he came back he introduced himself as Charlie, not Nathan. Nathan didn't want it to be known he was back in Caroline. If either Elias or Calliope called the cops all of that would be over. It'd just be another reading into how fucked up the Kastra family was. "Okay, Nathan," Elias eased out from behind him, and found his way to the right of him as he got himself closer to Calliope. His one hand was out as if to say "I'm not going to hurt you" while the other one was on Elias's chest, pulling at his shirt from a nervous habit,"Just calm down." It actually felt like telling his brother to calm down was one of the worst things he could possibly do, but Elias just wanted to move out of his way without anyone getting any more hurt. He'd leave. Just for his brother. Except this time he didn't know when the next time he'd come back would be. NOTES: dun dun dun

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