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Post by dawson trent naylor on Oct 4, 2014 12:03:25 GMT -5
Dawson couldn’t plan things out if he tried. He lived in the moment far too much and did things at the drop of a hat whenever the mood took him. Life was too short for overthinking everything and planning out every waking moment. He preferred to live each day as it came and trust his feelings and instincts. He was young and he felt like he had all the time in the world to worry about the serious decisions at some much later stage in his life. For now he could do what he liked, when he liked. After slaving away in the education system and then at NYU for a further four years after that, Dawson felt as though he had earned it. Too many of the people he knew had graduated and thrown themselves into serious careers. Now whenever he saw them they looked like they were having the very soul sucked out of them by the mind numbing job they were forced to do if they wanted to climb the corporate ladder. It wasn’t for him and it never would be for him. He couldn’t see himself in a suit, slaving away from nine to five day in and day out trying to make a life out of that kind of torture. Dawson needed something more than that to call a life.
“You haven’t seen me escape yet.” He grinned, knowing that they were only talking in hypotheticals. He worked with Tabitha and knew only too well how much she cared for her daughter. He looked out for Brooke just as much as he looked out for his own nieces and nephews, but just like with them he didn’t fuss over them as much as their parents. He knew that eventually they’d do something that would put their parent’s hearts in their throats. It was inevitable since every child did it. In Dawson’s case he did it on a regular basis even now. His mother would never probably relax whenever Dawson started talking about his hobbies or adventures, regardless of how many years he had been doing them for. “Only after she’s made certain that one little grazed knee isn’t calling for an amputation.” He grinned. Pushing his hair out of his eyes and keeping the gentle momentum of pushing Brooke on the swing, Dawson shook his head again. “Every parent does it, but soon it’s the least of their worries. One day there will be boys and the troubles of teenage years.” He feigned a horrified expression, as though neither himself or KC had been through it themselves.
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Post by KC Evania Patterson on Oct 12, 2014 20:15:38 GMT -5
KC had been the troublesome twin growing up. She'd been the one in the teacher's office, getting in trouble because she opened her mouth to the wrong person. She was the one that had arguments and because the teachers didn't want to admit that a ten year old kid was right and they were wrong, she was sent out of the class and had a note written up for her parents to read and sign. Her father had gotten a kick out of it every time she brought home a new note but her mother just saw disappointment. And KC knew that. She wasn't anything like what her mother had hoped for when she had a daughter. So it was probably a good thing KC was a twin and that twin was another girl. Her mother got the daughter she wanted in Tabitha while their father got his son in a way. KC was still quite girly but she would trade her heels and skirts for shorts and climbing gear at the drop of a hat. These days, she was still the one that was more of a rebel but at least her mother could be proud of the fact that she was in school. Not that she would be. KC was sure the woman would find something to be annoyed about. Tabitha, despite having a baby and then giving it up so it could have a better life and then having that baby returned to her would still be the golden girl in the old woman's eyes. Not that KC minded. Having their mother's eyes on someone other than her meant she wasn't running her mouth about what she was wearing, who she was hanging out with, why she wasn't taking school more seriously and doing something productive like Tabs; all while taking care of a child.
No, KC liked that she wasn't her mother's favourite. She went unnoticed whenever Tabs was around and KC loved that. Tabitha was better at dealing with their mother anyway, probably all that time they'd spent together. She knew better than her blonde counterpart how to best calm their mother down. KC just didn't care. KC was hoping for that under the radar business when she finally graduated because she knew she wouldn't be quite ready to hop into working her ass off to climb that ladder to success. She wanted some time to breathe, to figure out where exactly she wanted to take her career. And she was perfectly happy at the museum, giving tours. It was an incredible place to work, she was surrounded by all sorts of modern art and the pay was amazing, especially for New York. As far as KC was concerned, she was set for some time yet. She knew sooner rather than later, after graduation, she would be snatching up any and all internships she could get her hands on but for a couple months at least, she just wanted to live her life knowing she was a graduate and she had so many options ahead of her.
KC didn't want to be around when Brooke gave her mother those first few scares. She knew she would be either right there with her, with her heart in her throat just waiting or she would be killing herself laughing at the situation. The blonde figured it would be the second one but people were always braver in hypotheticals. In the situation, more often than not, it usually went the other way but while it was a what if situation, she would definitely take the laughing road. "Maybe I should tell her something and see what she does." KC teased, with a devilish smirk on her lips. She would never do that but it was a thought worth voicing since it would be hilarious to see Tabitha chasing Dawson down to lay a beating on him for nothing that was his fault. She would pay money for a show like that one! KC shudder at the thought of teenage years and all those horomones, like she hadn't been there and done that in her short life so far! "Not the teenage years! I'm moving to England when that rolls around!" KC feigned terror at the mere thought of Brooke becoming a teenager. In fact, the thought did make her freak out a little bit. It meant that years had passed and it meant that she would be older and she honestly worried that she wouldn't have a little Brooke of her own running around by that point. Years moved by quickly and before any of them knew it, Brooke really would be a teenager and she really would be old and maybe without a family. She could be all alone and that thought terrified her more than she wanted to admit. "Want a coffee?" She asked, changing the subject so she didn't have a panic attack in the middle of Central Park and then have to explain to Dawson why.
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Post by dawson trent naylor on Oct 26, 2014 9:48:12 GMT -5
Dawson had been the one of the four Naylor children who had never been home when they were growing up. He was a blur rushing through the house to dump things or grab more equipment for another of his many adventures. Although the accident that had put him in the ICU when he was a teenager was nothing to laugh at, he had found it funny that it had been a freak accident and not the result of one of his many eccentric hobbies. His mother had spent so many years warning him that they would be the reason he found himself in an emergency room and while he had ended up with a few bumps and breaks from them, it had been nothing to cause serious alarm. If the Naylor matriarch didn’t pale at the memory, he’d joke about it more around her, but she didn’t like recalling the time she nearly lost her son. So, Dawson had to keep the jokes limited to his friends and the siblings who didn’t mind it when he told them. After all, the tattoo dedicated to them came from that incident, when their willingness to donate their blood for him saved his life. They could joke about him owing them, just as much as he could laugh about skydiving being harmless compared to walking by construction sites. Though, maybe the parkour session he did on a construction site eight months after the accident did contribute in some way to his mother going grey in the front a little. He would take a teensy bit of responsibility for that.
Responsibility though was something that came more naturally to the older Naylor son. Aaron was the one with the steady job, the children, and the wife. Even his younger sisters, Aurelia and Rachael, seemed to know what they wanted out of life. Rachael might have been the flakier of the two girls, flitting from romantic fantasy to the next each month, but she knew that she wanted to be a nurse, and she was working hard, currently a college freshman back home to make that dream come true. There was no reason for them to worry about Dawson though; he knew he’d figure everything out in time. His head was on his shoulders, but his heart was so big that he wanted to help everyone else before he thought about helping himself and worrying about his own future. Plus, he wasn’t like his brother. He couldn’t see himself settling down and having everything worked out by the time he was twenty-five. That suited Aaron just fine, but Dawson was almost the total opposite of his brother, despite how well they got along these days. Dawson needed to live his life in a way that Aaron hadn’t. That meant crossing off most of a bucket list before arranging a mortgage and picking out names for a baby.
He didn’t think that far ahead. All Dawson knew for sure was that he might like to be a father one day in the distant future, but even that wasn’t something he thought about often or even in great detail. He didn’t think about anything big for the future, least of all children. He had fun being an uncle though, and for now that was good enough. “Try it, but you’ll never see me again.” Dawson pointed out, folding his arms across his lean chest. “And you know you’d miss me if that happened.” He added, winking suggestively for good measure. It would take time for Tabitha to catch him, and Dawson doubted that the other twin would scale half of the things he would use in his escape route, but it would be funny to see her chasing him down, just for fun, of course. He didn’t really want to be chased down by anyone at all if he could help it. “But then you’d have to deal with waking up one morning to find Brooke standing on your English doorstep with her suitcase, fresh off a long haul flight, asking you to pay the strange taxi man because she has no money on her, all after some blow out fight with her mom.” Dawson pointed out with a ridiculous grin, just imagining the crazy scene unfolding like in some comedy film. Picking Brooke up and hoisting her onto his shoulders, he nodded his head. “I could go for a caffeine fix, yeah.”
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Post by KC Evania Patterson on Oct 30, 2014 14:02:31 GMT -5
KC might have known what she wanted from life when it came to her career but everything else was up in the air and she liked it that way. She didn’t know what she would be getting up to in the next few weeks, months or years and she was perfectly fine with that. But she knew exactly what she wanted from her career. With her major, she could do quite a bit and although she would be happy with it, she coveted that director’s chair more than anything else. Film and media opened doors to every aspect of the industry and she would take what she could get until she’d climbed the ladder high enough to try her hand at other aspects. She was well aware it was going to take some time to get where she was going but she was more than willing to put in the blood, the sweat and the tears to get there. KC would happily pay her dues a dozen times over to get that chair. She had the talent and she knew what she was doing. She had no hopes of making her mother proud of it but her father was already proud of his oldest little girl. She was chasing after her dreams and not paying attention to what her mother expected of her. Her father loved his wife but she was stuck in her ways and downright refused to look at things differently. One of them needed to keep an open mind and daddy dearest knew his girls weren’t the same in nearly every way. In all honestly the only thing that was the same about them was the little language they’d created as children. They could still riddle it off if they really needed to but there hadn’t been any need for it since they were teenagers.
If KC had been asked, she would have easily said she was the most irresponsible of the pair of them. She went off on a whim, she did stupid things and she had definitely broken more bones than Tabitha. Even though she had been the twin to run off to California and get knocked up, she had made sure Brooke was well taken care of before she’d returned and kept it all quiet. That had to have been the most shocking thing her sister had ever done in her life. KC was all for the shock factor and for kids but she had never done anything that shocking and her window for kids would be open for a long while yet and she was in no means ready to settle down with a family of her own. She was twenty one and though she was pleased as punch to have Brooke in her life, she personally wasn’t ready for children of her own.
KC thought about that for a second before moving from in front of Brooke to stand next to Dawson. “I would yeah.” She agreed, leaning up to steal a quick kiss before returning to stand in front of Brooke to make faces at the toddler. KC was quite enjoying her life as it was at the moment and not very inclined to change it any time soon. She liked having Dawson in her life, he brought even more humour with him. She might not have needed help getting out of the house but he was always there to drag her own when she really did need him to. She could get so caught up in her class assignments that too often she found herself sitting at her desk until the wee hours of the night crept up, leaving her wondering if there was any point in actually going to sleep or not. She was lucky; she was passionate enough about her career choice that she was determined to get her work done and at a level of perfection she approved of. “You don’t know that.” KC pointed out shaking her head. “With the time difference it could be closer to dinner.” She added, grinning because she had been unable to help herself. “And then maybe we’ll take a couple turns down the slide, yeah? Does that sound like fun, sweetie?” KC asked, tickling her niece’s side.
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