Let Battle Commence ((Semp, Sage & Adam))

[Tamara George]

Tam leant against the counter in the kitchen, sipping her usual glass of orange juice that had become an unfortunate replacement for the alcohol she usually drank. In many ways she was hiding in the kitchen, she was pretty sure Sage was home and Semp was around somewhere. The latter of which wasn't exactly a problem but she always felt kind of awkward talking to him near Sage, like it was yet another betrayal of some kind.

She breathed a sigh, pushing a hand through her hair before she placed her glass down on the side as she glanced at the clock. She had about half an hour and seeing as everything was cooking or didn't actually need any assistance all she had left to do was go and get changed.

She didn't really know why she was bothering really, it was only Adam but she liked the idea of something as civilised as a dinner party (well...kind of a dinner party). She passed the neatly done table and round up the stairs, moving to her room thankfully without seeing anyone and beginning to get ready, leaving her door every slightly so open so she'd actually be able to hear the door when it went.

[Semper Capone]

I hate bumming rides from people. It always makes me feel like I'm.... I don't know, unable to do things for myself. I don't like asking for things, either, especially since I grew up doing things by myself mostly. I can grow my own food, I can live in the wilderness by myself, but now that my knee is all busted up, I can't do anything. Hell, I can hardly even walk. The doctor told me to stay in a wheelchair because they don't have any crutches for anyone my height, but fuck that. I have two legs so I'll walk, even if it hurts. I still go to work, too, and they said not to. I may not be able to ride with the engine to a fire or car accident, but I can stay back at the fire house and clean up there, making sure everything's neat and tidy for when they all get back.

They won't let me stay overnight, though, so someone gives me a ride back to my house and I'm left to wait a whole day before going back.

So that's what I was doing now: dragging myself out of the company's truck, saying bye to the friend who brought me home. The black brace that was keeping my leg from bending at all made it hard to limp up to the front door, but I managed, taking out a key and unlocking the door to let myself in. I closed it behind me then hobbled over to the living room, not even bothering to change out of my dark navy blue uniform since that would require climbing stairs, and just collapsed onto the couch, relieving the stress on my knee. One of the reasons the doctor wanted me in a wheelchair the whole time was because with great height comes weight, and a dislocated/broken knee just can't support all 237-ish pounds of me, so I had to stay off my leg. Pfftt, bastard. Semper Reijnder Junaluska Tsali Raccoon Capone does not miss work unless he is either dying or taking a dirt nap, so there was no way I was going to just lay out because I was "wheelchair bound." Bullshit. I can walk perfectly fine, thank you. But for now, as I was lounging on the couch, I was content to just stay there and sleep.

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[Tamara George]

Tam gently ran her fingers through her hair absently, tapping her fingers against the top of her dressing table as she gazed at her reflection, her gaze ever so slowly dropping to the slight bump...she couldn't make her mind up to whether she found it horribly depressing, a little exciting, terrifying or a good thing. Her attention however, was shortly delivered away from her thoughts when she heard the door. She frowned, moving to the landing and the stairs after that, only to see the familiar head of blonde hair...and he was walking again. She felt her eyes narrow, the impulse taking her before she'd really even thought it through, moving down the stairs and coming to a halt before where he lay on the sofa.

"What did the doctor say about walking?" She asked snippily, her arms moving her chest.

"...and don't you dare tell me you've been working again, how on earth do you expect to get better if you don't give yourself time to heal? You'll end up breaking it worse and then you won't be able to use it all if you're not careful! They don't even pay you that much! The way you crawl off to work, you'd think you were saving the world by jumping off things, it's ridiculous! Where is the wheelchair anyway? Don't make me strap you into it because you know I will," She snapped. There was something about Semper that created such a strong impulse to nag that it was almost irresistible. It had happened from pretty much the first time she'd met him.

[Semper Capone]

I had my elbow on the armrest and my head resting against my hand, and I could have just fallen asleep right then and there. I wanted to -- my knee felt so sore -- and I could feel sleep just creeping up on me. My head was starting to slip down off my hand when I suddenly heard Tam's voice, causing me to jerk back upright, eyes wide from the sudden sound.

I just sit there like an idiot, looking at her. There's no use denying anything she's saying because it's all true. I went to work. I've been walking around. And I knew for a fact that she really would tie me up to a wheelchair if she could. "I ain't jumpin' off nothin'," I retorted defensively. "That's the one job I can't do right now. 'course I go 'n' take care of Bell 'n' Gatsby, but they're doin' solo jumps 'til I get back. 'n' I don't care if they don't pay much, I like doin' the job." I didn't think she honestly knew where I was coming from. She never had to do anything for herself in her life; money to her was as plentiful as water in an ocean. I know absolutely nothing but work. Work to live, work to keep a roof over my head, work to eat though that doesn't really matter to me anymore due to parenting. "I really couldn't afford t' lay outta work."

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[Adam C. Brown]

Adam pulled up in his black impala and killed the engine. He was having second thoughts about this Dinner Date with Tamara and her house mates. He would have backed out if he knew beforehand that one of those house mates were in fact in all sense of the term Tamara’s baby daddy, and the other her brother who was pissed at her. Of course this was going to happen one way or another somewhere down the road if things ever took off between Adam and Tamara. The two have only been friends since the start of this summer vacation and this school year, and since then Adam has had a thing for Tamara even though he won’t openly admit it to anyone, but Tamara had grown on him more than the trouble making big sister role she took on now when the two were together. Adam didn’t want to rush things anyway with how the situation was already set up, and didn’t know if Tamara wanted to keep the brother and sister friendship relationship going or tried crossing the line that was set. To see if something was in fact there between the two. Whichever one Tamara chose Adam would back her play, and as Adam approached the door hearing noise inside. Pushed all those thoughts in the back of his mind of the will be mother and the can of worms they might open. To the fire he was about to willingly jump into now. Adam checked his outfit to see if he gained any new stains from the trip from the car to the door from the dressing container on top of the salad container. That’s what he would need to start out the night a stain on one of his jackets. Even though he had an entire closet full of the same jackets; It was still a pain to get out. Once he was satisfied that Adam was okay, he ringed the doorbell and said a quick word of prayer to his father. For support as the night of mayhem he predicted would start.

[Tamara George]

Tam pursed her lips, her arms still resolutely crossed over her chest.

"Jumping off things isn't a proper job anyway and you could at least spend the weekend off your feet, you'll completely bugger it up, put more weight on the other one then mess that up to, then where are you?" She questioned expectantly although didn't really expect an answer. The blonde giant was however, saved by the bell. Tam glanced over at it, her face lighting up slightly.

"Stay sat down," She threw at Semp pointedly before moving towards the door.

"Hullo handsome," She beamed playfully at the new arrival, pulling him in by his free hand and pushing the door shut behind him.

"Ooo you brought...salad...really? Salad?" She said doubtfully. "Next time darling, I'll have some cake or something that's going to make me fatter than I already am, cakes a good one, usually I'd say a bottle of wine but seeing as that's apparently out at the moment, bloody doctors, that would be sufficiently ill thought and I wouldn't thank you for it. Salad? I mean seriously, it just shows how little you get out, I keep telling you you need to get laid. It's bad for you to spend all your time working, I mean what happens when you get a wife and have some kids? Are you going to spend all your time working then too? Because personally I think that's irresponsible," She babbled as she took the container out of his hands and moved off to the kitchen.

"Oh and forgot, Adam that's Semp, Semp, Adam," She called briefly.

[Semper Capone]

"I wasn't jumpin' off nothin'." I shot back in the same tone she had given me, feeling even more frustration mounting up inside of me. I was leaning heavily against the armrest, rubbing the side of my face with my hand. I didn't want to start yelling or getting angry, but I was just too aggrivated about my damn knee situation. Really, I didn't give a fuck if it screwed up again. I just want to go to work. "I ain't jumpin' off nothin' 'cause I was at the fire station, doin' nothin' but jus' cleanin' up. I don't got it in me t' jus' sit around all day doin' nothin'. 'sides, I got two days off now 'cause m' shift ain't goin' back 'til two days." Whether she could still understand me talking as fast as I was in my thick accent, I didn't know. She's been around me for quite a while now, so I would think she'd be used to it, but hell, even I don't understand myself sometimes.

I paused when the doorbell rang, taking my hand off my face and turning my head to look in the general direction of the door. Before I knew it, Tam was telling me to stay put and she was out of the room, welcoming in whoever the hell it was. I slumped back against the couch, tugging at loose fibers in the fabric of the sofa, listening to what she was saying.

Oh, so it was that Adam guy. She had been talking a lot about him, and in all honesty, I was beginning to not like him. If he and Tam ever ended up together, Adam would be the one to raise me and Tam's twins. I really didn't want that. Tam didn't want me in the picture of the twins, but I was so protective of them already that it was... I don't know, a bit ridiculous. I was being stubborn, but who wouldn't be? Only bastards, but I actually want to be a part of the twins' lives, even if their conception was a mistake.

I could feel my jaw tightening as I listened to Tam continue talking, and I refused to look up from picking at the loose strands of fabric until I was forced to.

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[Adam C. Brown]

Adam didn’t even get a chance to speak as Tamara was in one of her moods, and was a storm of well Tamara, and just like that Adam was standing at the front of the door by himself why Tamara made it to the kitchen, leaving Adam dumbfounded a little. “Hello to you too.” Adam added shouting to make sure Tamara heard him in the kitchen. Adam stood there for a moment not knowing what to do, thinking it was rude to explode so freely without his host Tamara, but Adam didn’t notice Semp on the couch until Tamara made a fast introduction of the two males in the house. Adam not wanting to be rude and start off on the wrong foot with Tamara’s in lack of a better term Baby’s daddy. Adam put on a smile as he entered room but staggered but recovered so fast that no one noticed besides himself he hoped from the bad Juju in the room directed straight toward Adam.

When Adam stood in front of the Couch in front of Semp, he knew that a hand shake would be out of the question, and if one was offered it might have started the pissing contest that was bound to happen tonight between all the males in the house, so Adam kept his hands in his pockets but gave Semp a nodded and a small smile, “Yoh, I’m guessing Tamara has been talking none stop about me and you the same. It feels like we’ve been best friends for a while with the way she talked about you really no lie. So I don’t think introduction is really needed, uh.” Adam intended to come off not hostel but with a friendly approach to Semp but not to seem like a push over to Semp as well. Hopefully it would defuse the bomb that was headed toward his way. Which was complete natural to Adam’s eyes, if it was flip flopped and Adam in Semp’s role and Semp in his; He would do the same. “You have a nice place here.” Adam noted stroking Semp’s ego as his eyes drifted over the house to see if that would provide any results to not spark anything off tonight. That was the last thing Adam wanted to happen, but with his luck it would. Adam’s eyes finally come around trip and landed on Semp’s injured leg and Adam took a subconscious step forward but restrained himself to take another toward Semp but instead asked,” Would you mind tell me what happen to your leg. Most people don’t know this but Apollo wasn’t only the God of the Sun or Music but of healing as well, and I got some reach in that department. I admit it’s not one of the best, but I can depending on how damage it is, I can reverse some of the damage or at least stop any aching”

Adam was a bit beside himself now; he was in full Teacher mood now, after seeing Semp’s leg and wanted to help the man. It wasn’t something that he tried to do to win brownie points, but it was just part of his nature and habit now after years of servicing to the Demigod’s youths, but just like the Youth Adam could only go so far without some effort or part on the other’s behalf.

[Semper Capone]

I tried to just avoid being seen, but unfortunately Tam just had to introduce me. Sinking any lower into the couch as if I could hide just wasn't possible, so I stayed as silent as I could, determined at picking off the fabric, even if it meant ripping off the whole covering.

For a moment I thought I had gotten away with not being noticed, but then I saw a pair of feet making their way across the ground to stop in front of me. I paused, but then I looked up and turned my head slightly so I could see Adam with my eye that wasn't blind. He looked older than me, but that didn't really concern me. With Tam, any type of relationship is possible. He also looked kind of like an authority type figure... maybe he was a police officer. No, there was nothing stern-looking about him. He did look a bit familiar, though, but hell, my memory is only worth shit, so maybe I've seen him everyday and just forgotten him.

I didn't return the nod or smile he gave me; instead, I simply somewhat glared at him with my single blue eye, pursing my lips together. "Great friends." My low tone was sour, showing how obvious it was that I really didn't want to be a part of this damn dinner thing. "The house ain't even mine. I didn't pay for nothin'. I jus' stay here at the mercy of m' friends." Okay, I know I was being a bit over dramatic about the whole thing, but it was going to take a long time for me to accept the fact that this man standing in front of me could very well become the father of my only two kids. The two boys, once they were born, they wouldn't even know the difference.

When Adam took a step toward me, I automatically tensed up, my eye locked on him. I was perfectly vulnerable to anything he wanted to do to me, and only Tam was in the house. She wouldn't be able to do anything if he decided to pull some sort of stunt on me, and even though I can't walk, I'll still be sure as hell to fight back if he tried anything. But when he asked about my leg, I absentmindedly looked down at the brace that circled around my knee and part of my thigh and shin. Mashing my teeth for a moment, I looked back up at Adam, trying to tone down the bitterness in my voice. "I work at the fire department. We responded t' a car fire 'n' the car was all up in flames when we got there. One of the guys needed help on the other side of the car so I ran out t' him 'n' right as I passed the front of it, the bumper exploded off 'n' nailed m' knee 'n' bent it sideways at what looked like a damn 60 degree angle." I tried to keep the story as short as I could but have enough detail so he wouldn't ask any questions because I really didn't want to talk more than I had to. But Adam just kept going on about how Apollo also dealt with medicine and music. I took in a sharp breath. "Oh, that's wonderful, ain't it?" I added a heavy, sarcastic emphasis on the word "wonderful." "Why don't y' go 'n' heal all the world's misery then?" I don't care if I was making snarky comments, I really wasn't going to like Adam until he proved me otherwise. "I don't need yer help."




((Don't take it personally. xD Semp just hates Adam. x3 ))

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[Tamara George]

Tam hummed to herself as she checked the oven again, finding with some irritation that it wasn't actually finished yet. Patience reminded herself, putting a roast in the microwave was a bad idea...it was tempting though...she rolled her eyes at herself before pulling down a few glasses, taking one, moving to the fridge and pouring herself some orange juice; the new equivilant of alcohol.

"Actually Adam, with that cake you're bringing next time, no sale darling I mean really, you can bring me some bloody orange juice," She called through the doorway before picking up the remaining glasses and moving to put them on the table, just in time to hear the infamous 'I don't need your help' although considering it was Semp it didnt really sound quite like that...

Tam laughed.

"Adam just leave him," She said rolling her eyes. "there's no point, he'll get in a strop," she told him matter of factly.

"I swear, if my kids inherit your 'burning matyr' thing I'll die," She snorted.

[Adam C. Brown]

Before even Adam was able to responded to Semp’s story or to his snappy comment about healing the world, Tamara announced her arrival by talking about next time like they’ve planned, and quickly brushed off Semp’s mood, which Adam guessed she was well use to by now.

“ Right,” Adam said in a deflated type of tone admitting defeat for this round drumming his fingers one by one on his jeans, but this wasn’t going to be Adam’s only attempt to become friends with the man that was sitting before him, but right now it seemed Semp wasn’t up for friends at the moment, and turned his attention to Tamara. “Tam do you need any help in there. You know you shouldn’t be the one doing all the work.” Adam announced making his way through the Dinner room where he took off his suit jacket and hung it behind the chair he was going to be sitting at hopefully if they made it that far into dinner. Adam rolled up his sleeves and headed toward the kitchen where he could Help Tamara out with the Dinner at hand.

[Semper Capone]

I held a constant glare at Adam until he left, leaving me to just wallow in my anger. Once he was gone, I felt like I could just take down the whole front of "I don't give a fuck that you're here, actually, why don't you fuck off altogether," and I slumped back against the sofa, putting my elbow on the armrest and placing my head against my hand. "Surely y' don't mean me," I muttered under my breath when I heard Tam's martyr comment. "I ain't never had nothin' t' do with y'."

I knew I was being an ass and that it wasn't going to change anything, but I couldn't help it. Adam seemed like a very nice guy, but I just couldn't be bothered to give him a chance. 'Great, you've made a new enemy. Way to go.' I sighed, grumbling to myself about how stupid I was being. Oh well. Knowing myself, I knew I was going to end up apologizing to him sometime in the next day or so.



((Eh, blehk post. D: ))

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[Tamara George]

"Normally I would tell you to bugger off and say I'm fine but I can't be bothered at the mo, you can get the bloody thing out the oven in a minute, I can't bloody bend anyway and I hate getting stuff out the oven anyway, the heat does horrors to my hair," She said pleasantly leaning back against the counter.

"Oh and the plates are above the oven, I'd get them off before they get too hot and you can't touch them. Always said I'd never do it but my mum does it all the time, plus, it reminds me of home," She shrugged before moving forward onto her feet, moving briefly back into the front room to check the table when Semp's final comment struck her.

She stopped and turned to look at him, remaining silent, staring him with a slightly shocked expression before speaking.

"What is your problem?" She said somewhat angriily although it was mostly hurt that fuelled her voice.

[Adam C. Brown]

“And normally I would tell you to shove it and make you sit down, and watch a pro.” Adam jestered as he pasted the expecting mother and they exchanged places, Adam was already searching for oven mitts to grab the hot plates like Tamara instructed. In truth as Adam obtained the mitts he didn’t really needed them. His powers being of the Sun god heat tolerance was an added bonus, but Adam was chosen not to take his powers for granted. Like the Jedi choosing not use the force all willy nilly as they chose to unlike the Sith who used the force to make it rain on a hot day instead of simple wearing a hat, or getting out of there dark robes. It was just a way of life for some it seemed.

Adam was setting the plates on the table when Tamara asked Semp what was his problem. He spared them only a glance at the man lying on the couch. This was something that wasn’t his deal, it was between them. He knew that this was his fault, the man stepping into shoes that were meant for Semp, but Adam wasn’t going to get into it unless it turned ugly and he was dragged into it, right now he had dinner to get out of the stove.

[Semper Capone]

I thought I was out of the heat, and for the moment I was. Adam and Tam were conversing and I was left to endure my anger, so I stayed where I was, silent and figuring that I was stuck there for the rest of the night, so I might as well get comfortable. Well, no sooner did I do that, Tam came into the room and demanded to know what my problem was. Great, just fucking great.

"I'm sorry, Tam," I began, but I highly doubted that saying "sorry" wasn't going to cover any of it. "I don't mean t' be a bitch 'bout this all, but it's jus' gonna take me time t' get adjusted t' it. It ain't like I'm tryin' t' be mean t' you or Adam. I jus'.... I jus' can't accept it all at once, I don't know. I'm sorry." I couldn't tell if she was angry or hurt, but I was sure as hell flustered. I didn't really enjoy being cornered like this, especially when I had absolutely no say in any of it. I then looked up at her, waiting to see what she would say or do in response.




((Terrible post. Dx ))

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