[Agent Carolina is away]

The fourteen year old strode over to his adoptive sister where she sat on the couch, vaulting over the back of it and landing on his back beside her. He liked Rachel... even if she could be a bit odd, so could he. She respected him and his brother so he actually attempted to smile up at her, "Got in another fight today." ((I need lil kids rn help me ))
totallycompletelysane

totallycompletelysane:

freelancer-agent-carolina:

((chill’ins are always a yes))

The unexpected wumph of David landing next to her on the couch hardly surprised Rachel. Instead, the sixteen-year-old raised an eyebrow at him and diverted her attention from the show she was watching. Before she could ask what he was doing, he answered the question for her. “Another one?” she deadpanned. “Who was it this time? If you hit first again, I swear to god, David.” She wasn’t very angry about it; she hardly ever got angry at her brother. But between her fights and his own, it got exhausting sometimes.

David lay slumped against the couch arm listening to his sister and playing dead. Once she was done, he sat up and nudged her side, ” ‘m not that small!”

"You’d be small for a mammoth," she pointed out. True, David was far from small. At fourteen, he was at least a good three inches taller than her already, and he probably wasn’t even done growing yet. She could have said he was small compared to, say, Mark. But everyone was small compared to Mark. 

Actual Dad, Leonard Church.

thefreelancerdirector:

He called for the food for everyone. He grabbed Rachel’s carefully, before plucking a letter he had been waiting to give her. He was suppose to do it, in Alison’s words, when you start fucking everything up. He thought it was now. He handed her her food, and the letter. The soft words came from his lips as he headed to leave. ” Your mother asked me to give it to you around this time of your life. Night.” he whispered as he headed out, shutting the door behind him.

She sat up when the door opened and took the plate he handed her, then the letter. When he left, she looked at it curiously before opening it. Her mother’s handwriting was so neat, so perfect. As Rachel read the letter over, her mom’s message was simple: give your dad a chance; he needs you. The words went on and on, and once she finished the letter, Rachel allowed herself to cry about her mom for the first time in years.

She allowed some time for the others to eat and disperse before she went back downstairs to find her dad. Her request was simple: “…Can we watch a movie or something?”

The fourteen year old strode over to his adoptive sister where she sat on the couch, vaulting over the back of it and landing on his back beside her. He liked Rachel... even if she could be a bit odd, so could he. She respected him and his brother so he actually attempted to smile up at her, "Got in another fight today." ((I need lil kids rn help me ))
totallycompletelysane

totallycompletelysane:

freelancer-agent-carolina:

((chill’ins are always a yes))

The unexpected wumph of David landing next to her on the couch hardly surprised Rachel. Instead, the sixteen-year-old raised an eyebrow at him and diverted her attention from the show she was watching. Before she could ask what he was doing, he answered the question for her. “Another one?” she deadpanned. “Who was it this time? If you hit first again, I swear to god, David.” She wasn’t very angry about it; she hardly ever got angry at her brother. But between her fights and his own, it got exhausting sometimes.

History intrigued the young boy and he grinned at her wonder, “Maybe their version of a sacrifice? Kinda like the Aztecs and killin’ people to appease the gods~” He acted as if he took a dagger out and stuck it in his torso, playing the death up with a few sounds before rag dolling on her shoulder. This behavior was hardly seen by any others.  

It was always great when David could relax and joke around like his classmates did. Rachel always thought that he was way too serious for being fourteen. His lighthearted behavior brought out her own easygoing mood, and with a very rare, very bright laugh, she pushed David’s “corpse” off of her shoulder and onto the couch. She extended her arms up towards the ceiling as if she were actually offering a sacrifice. “All powerful gods above, I present you with this extremely tiny and slightly hairy mammoth. I’ll just keep its heart in my house with about fifty others, but that’s probably okay even though future generations will look at this species like we were probably insane.”

The fourteen year old strode over to his adoptive sister where she sat on the couch, vaulting over the back of it and landing on his back beside her. He liked Rachel... even if she could be a bit odd, so could he. She respected him and his brother so he actually attempted to smile up at her, "Got in another fight today." ((I need lil kids rn help me ))
totallycompletelysane

totallycompletelysane:

freelancer-agent-carolina:

((chill’ins are always a yes))

The unexpected wumph of David landing next to her on the couch hardly surprised Rachel. Instead, the sixteen-year-old raised an eyebrow at him and diverted her attention from the show she was watching. Before she could ask what he was doing, he answered the question for her. “Another one?” she deadpanned. “Who was it this time? If you hit first again, I swear to god, David.” She wasn’t very angry about it; she hardly ever got angry at her brother. But between her fights and his own, it got exhausting sometimes.

Dave rolled his eyes a bit at her scold, jeez why was everyone so touchy about words? Listening to her silently, he nodded, “Oh… that sounds pretty cool though… livin’ inside a rib-cage or somethin.”

Rachel pulled a face. Living in mammoth bones and scavenging dead animals like a buzzard didn’t really sound like the ideal lifestyle. “You’re weird,” she muttered, but did nothing to hide her smile. “It sounds cool, but I don’t think I’d leave this house for a couple skeletons. My history textbook had this one thing about their houses- some Belgian scientists came up with the idea that they kept 25 mammoth hearts inside one building. Who knows for what.”

[Agent Carolina is online]

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[Agent Carolina is offline]

Actual Dad, Leonard Church.

thefreelancerdirector:

" Alright, Rachel. We’ll order. And you can go into your room if you need… I’ll make sure everyone leaves you alone like want. If that’s what you want." he whispered to her, nodding his head in understanding. He loved his privacy, his time alone, and as she grew up she would rather be alone. And he knew she could do it all without him, so he accepted her decisions and let her get what she thought she would need.

"Yeah. Thanks." As soon as she had the opportunity to leave, she took it and headed up to her room. Once she got there, she promptly changed into her pajamas, tossed her clothes haphazardly into the laundry basket by the door, and all but collapsed onto her bed. Besides, the faint sound of the other voices downstairs, it was quiet, save for the clock ticking on the wall and the rustle of sheets whenever she shifted.

Why was it so hard to talk to her own father? None of her friends had that problem. Not many girls in her grade did. Maybe it would have been easier if her mom was around. They always understood each other. With a bitter scowl, Rachel turned over onto her stomach and let her hair get in her face as she all but buried her face into her pillow.

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