Post by chance hennessy sanders on Apr 14, 2012 23:37:46 GMT -6
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 the basics FULL NAME chance hennessy sanders AGE & DOB 25 | july 31st HOMETOWN valkyrie, california ETHNICITY caucasian - french/dutch LANGUAGES SPOKEN english, french SEXUAL ORIENTATION heterosexual HAIR COLOR brown EYE COLOR hazel HEIGHT & WEIGHT 5'11 | 170 lbs. DISTINGUISHING MARKS tattoos: "live strong" on inside of right wrist, "index" on the side of left index finger LIKES/DISLIKES alikes: california, the beach, surfing, wearing sunglasses, knocking back a few beers with the boys, girls with tattoos, piercings, big dogs, early morning, acting, good times, light-hearted teasing, being respected, socializing, montreal, canadian sports, pretending everything is okay, play-fighting, laughing, no drama, girls who are bigger sports fans than he is, flip flops, eating breakfast at night, mom's cooking, playing a role, chinese food, when things go smoothly, covering his ass, and, really, who doesn't like getting away with robbing a bank? dislikes: the cold, police, cats, being expected to have all the answers, getting pushed around too much, all the shit his sister's done, las vegas, gambling, arrogance, general douchenozzles, girly movies, high-maintenance women, too much violence, getting picked apart, mixing liquor, basketball, online shopping, soap operas, falling over, mid-afternoon, sleeping, feeling useless (although a regular occurrence), porn, boring old burgers and fries, feeling raw, sharp pain. and, especially, that lingering feeling "when the fuck am i going to get arrested?" STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES strengths: playing a role perfectly, getting what he wants, a hell of a debater (especially with himself), keeping the mood light, charisma makes the world go 'round. weaknesses: confrontation, submissive, especially in the worst of situations, convinces himself of a lie, compartmentalizer, lets people's feelings influence too many decisions. SECRETS "i hate being called chance. but i guess that's not really a secret. i like honestly. and i try not to keep the truth from anyone. i'd like to say the way my sister's screwed over my entire family. but considering a nice buddy from school found that out, pretty sure everyone knows. i like to pretend i'm some sort of superhuman. if it's working, maybe then it can be a secret. i prefer not to share just how much people's opinions influence my decisions. i dropped out of school because my sister was, essentially, jealous. i stopped stage acting because a few of the other actors liked to roll their eyes. a lot of things come easy to me, more than most. so i like to keep it quiet that shit doesn't roll off me like water off a duck. really, nothing is okay, and me not doing anything about it cannot be helping the situation. oh, you meant real secrets? i'm really good at getting what i want. i think people assume it's an accident, but i can manipulate a situation easily in my favour. which makes me good at what i do. i rob banks for a living. my parents would have heart attacks if they ever found out. it's not always fun being the "perfect" one." | in depth |
PERSONALITY
"i like to consider myself to be a simple man. too many complications, and all you're going to do is ask for trouble. i like things clean and precise, just so. imagining my life with too much of a mess makes me want to vomit. i like simple. i am simple, easy to understand. my parents are the same way. quite unlike katherine, i've never been able to see the appeal in a "life fast, die young" sort of lifestyle. drama, tragedy…so many things people in valkyrie are seemingly addicted to, i cannot comprehend. and that, my friend, is me in a nutshell. i like to go with the flow, follow along the river of life wherever it happens to take me. i can easily find the positive in the grimmest of situations. and, y'know, everything is better when you make light of it. i try not to find pain unless it sneaks up on me, i hate dwelling on the negative. not to say i never do, because, well, we're all human. i'm upfront - for the most part - with my emotions, try to remain honest and polite, and am always the one to look for when you want to laugh. i like to think i was raised right.
but, really, wouldn't life be nice if that were all it was? people are complicated. even me. certain tragedies i would have preferred to never happen changed everything. when mom smiles, you can tell she's really trying. when dad laughs, you can see emptiness in his eyes. me? well, i simply choose not to deal with things. it may sound ridiculous, but katherine's unexpected lifestyle change ruined a lot of what was perfect. she is my kyrptonite, my little sister. we were so different growing up. as a loyal dog, i couldn't ignore her obvious issues. she was withdrawn, jealous and had inferiority issues. she blamed - still does - me for a lot of that. i guess i can see why - a lot of things come easy to me. i don't know why, just is. i can care too much. the hate spewing from her eyes everytime i brought home another starring role or a+ or whatever got under my skin. maybe i'm sensitive. mom says i am. dad says i'm a pussy-willow. maybe it grew from that festering wound. as i got older, i grew into something of a submissive. not in a bad way, usually. the boys like to give him a hard time, and i'll easily go along with it. i'm easy to push around. and if i weren't so flawlessly programmed to read a situation, you can bet i'd be one of those suckers who could be manipulated into anything.
but i'm not. that's my secret. regardless of what is, i can shape a situation to go into my favour. it's not difficult. i think i was the "perfect one" for too long. any blimp in reality can upset me - don't tell anyone that. i'm not a shield of stone. especially after what happened with katherine, when i wanted to withdraw but didn't know how, i managed to convince myself nothing happened. i twisted reality to make it easier on myself. repeat it to yourself every morning for two years and you can believe anything. design a perfect mask and you can be anyone you want to be. i can. acting is easy, truly convincing the world of something else is a different art entirely. why do you think i'm so good at what i do? if i don't want someone to know something, they're not going to. just hope it doesn't come that, y'know?"
but, really, wouldn't life be nice if that were all it was? people are complicated. even me. certain tragedies i would have preferred to never happen changed everything. when mom smiles, you can tell she's really trying. when dad laughs, you can see emptiness in his eyes. me? well, i simply choose not to deal with things. it may sound ridiculous, but katherine's unexpected lifestyle change ruined a lot of what was perfect. she is my kyrptonite, my little sister. we were so different growing up. as a loyal dog, i couldn't ignore her obvious issues. she was withdrawn, jealous and had inferiority issues. she blamed - still does - me for a lot of that. i guess i can see why - a lot of things come easy to me. i don't know why, just is. i can care too much. the hate spewing from her eyes everytime i brought home another starring role or a+ or whatever got under my skin. maybe i'm sensitive. mom says i am. dad says i'm a pussy-willow. maybe it grew from that festering wound. as i got older, i grew into something of a submissive. not in a bad way, usually. the boys like to give him a hard time, and i'll easily go along with it. i'm easy to push around. and if i weren't so flawlessly programmed to read a situation, you can bet i'd be one of those suckers who could be manipulated into anything.
but i'm not. that's my secret. regardless of what is, i can shape a situation to go into my favour. it's not difficult. i think i was the "perfect one" for too long. any blimp in reality can upset me - don't tell anyone that. i'm not a shield of stone. especially after what happened with katherine, when i wanted to withdraw but didn't know how, i managed to convince myself nothing happened. i twisted reality to make it easier on myself. repeat it to yourself every morning for two years and you can believe anything. design a perfect mask and you can be anyone you want to be. i can. acting is easy, truly convincing the world of something else is a different art entirely. why do you think i'm so good at what i do? if i don't want someone to know something, they're not going to. just hope it doesn't come that, y'know?"
FAMILY LIFE
"born and raised in valkyrie, california, most families tend to be the same. i come from a good household. all of the shit my parent's kid's decided to plague them with? none of that was their fault. dad is some sort of construction developer - he's on the site a lot, and always tracks dirt into the house. drives mom nuts. she played the part of perfect mom, the one a lot of kids probably wanted. she volunteered at our field trips, brought lemon squares after soccer practice, and helped out with costumes for the school musical. when katherine and i were older, in middle school, she went back to work as a social worker. she likes helping people. i didn't come from a lot, not by any means, especially by valkyrie's standards. but i came from somewhere good. i love my family, i liked to pretend it was the perfect one. damn near is. everyone is happy, no one fights. no one ever says anything, but i believe both of my parents quietly blame katherine for breaking everything. i do. it brought a lot of unneeded stress about."
PARENTS/SIBLINGS
ray sanders - father, fifty-six, construction - developer. my dad was the one who shot hoops with me every school night until way past bedtime, and i hadn't done my homework yet. he slipped katherine and i an extra bit of allowance every now and then. he wasn't always there, because of work, but i wouldn't trade my dad for anyone. it's still fun to beat the old man at catch from time to time.
nellie sanders - mother, fifty-five, social worker. my parents are the perfect match. my mom would scold dad when he kept me out past nine, but smile at me later. social worker, cake baker, all-around nice lady who may smell faintly of gin sometimes. i think katherine leaves hurt her a lot more than it hurt dad. she's not quite as lovingly stern as before, but she'd good for scolding the boys for not tucking their shirts in on sunday dinner.
katherinesanders dupuis - sister, twenty-two, lost cause. my sister and i have a complicated relationship. things come easy to me, everything is difficult for her. i think she resented me for a long time. when i tried to convince her not to stay in las vegas, she told me i was being controlling. there's no winning with her, but i love her regardless. we're all dealing with her issues in different ways, but i think it's high time she came home.
nellie sanders - mother, fifty-five, social worker. my parents are the perfect match. my mom would scold dad when he kept me out past nine, but smile at me later. social worker, cake baker, all-around nice lady who may smell faintly of gin sometimes. i think katherine leaves hurt her a lot more than it hurt dad. she's not quite as lovingly stern as before, but she'd good for scolding the boys for not tucking their shirts in on sunday dinner.
katherine
HISTORY
"makes me wonder if you're going to publish this one day. maybe a book about me and the career i never had. or when i'm rotting in prison, someone carves this story out in tony's ass. i have this idea that there is a bulletin board system in the state-wide penitentiaries. but instead of posting things on the fridge or a Facebook page, you do it to someone's ass. like…the soap-bender who no one really wants. all i want is that not to be me. because, let's face it, i'll probably be in jail one day. no, not for what i do. or if it is, i'm going to take jackson sharpe and make him wish he was the top. something stupid. ask elise. maybe i'll marry some male stripper one weekend in vegas, find out its illegal in whatever state we end up in and get sentenced to death. shit like that happens all the time in alabama. book it.
not much to tell, really. make up some sob story if it'll make you feel better. i'm a local. yeah, i know, one of those. i was born and raised right here in valkyrie, california. my family's probably been here on and off throughout the years. this place is something of a vortex, if you haven't realized that yet. people just can't seem to stay away. and if i hated it, like my sister does, i'd be really fucking pissed off if i was some weird magnet to valkyrie. but i don't. i kind of like it here, actually. valkyrie's my home. there's enough to do, enough girls to watch walk away from me and my loser friends, and…yeah, that's about it. i don't live for much more. want to find me five years ago? check a bar just off the beach, flirting with a girl, drinking a beer or five and watching some sort of sports game. just not basketball. basketball sucks. i surf, too. see? i'm boring. if you want to find me now, look at the exact same place. i don't go looking for chance unless i have to. another big difference between my sister and i - she saw something broken when we were the farthest thing from it.
a lot of things came easy to me. i loved my parents. my parents loved me. we all got along merrily. dad snuck me extra allowance and let me go to my friend's houses when mom said no. mom would tut him and roll her eyes. and then take us out for ice cream or something. they barbecued a lot. weird. my family likes having all the people you can name over, sitting on the deck i think i said i'd repair two years ago, tossing back cheap beer, eating burgers, getting scolded, and talking really really loudly about something stupid. that says enough, right? i was always able to get involved in that because…like i said, a lot of things come easy to me. i rarely struggled in my childhood. i went along with the groove and just rolled with the punches. good grades, but not too good. played soccer and hockey, but not douches like the star athletes in high school. drank a little, smoked a little, fucked around a lot. my friends were the rowdy morons who were so good at just being boys, it was ridiculous. it still is, actually. get it? i had a pretty chilled upbringing. i was a drama geek in high school and my stupid friends teased me a lot for that. i think that was the only time i ever really got pissed off - no one came to the opening day when i was playing peter pan. i left right after the show, still in costume, and found them trying to break beer cans on their heads in the walmart parking lot. mind, i was wearing green tights during this. it got to be funny after about five minutes. i guess i never understood what she was going through because i never struggled like that.
there's no point in describing my childhood to you. you've probably heard the stories a million times. just when things went wrong is all i care about. and it started with a girl named katherine. the only time people knew her was when i was forced to bring her to a party, or she tried to fit in and failed miserably. i feel kind of bad for laughing a few times. a lot of things came easy to me. hardly anything came easy to her. i never could really understand my little sister. she just…struggled. there was nothing to cause it, she just tripped when the rest of us flew away. she stuttered in public, couldn't function in social situations, and dug herself into a hole that no one wanted to acknowledge. i think both my parents still assumed she was in that awkward, insecure teenage girl phase. of course they loved her, but she had issues that they had trouble accepting. so maybe i got more attention. it wasn't difficult for me to, after all. never on purpose, but when we were both in high school, of course i realized that. and you know teenagers…they're horrid people. i fed her insecurities. even the loners didn't want to socialize with poor katherine sanders. i still don't understand why everything was so difficult for her. regardless, we were always close. she trusted me, even when she did everything in her power to push me away. i love my sister more than i love anyone else. i paid attention to her. and she to me. so everytime i made a new friend or cracked a new joke or aced an exam or starred in the play or whatever, it fed her insecurities. the last time i saw her, she yelled at me. i did nothing to stop fuelling her jealousy, her inferiorities. i'm a boy, of course i played dumb. but i guess, deep down, i did. i paid attention, i just didn't want to deal with it. tell yourself something enough times, and it'll eventually go away.
that's what happened. by the time katherine graduated, i was off living my own life. of course i still loved her. i just stopped paying that attention i knew she valued. it was too exhausting. my life was damn near perfect around the time we went to las vegas, i had no desire to interrupt it with my sister's melodramatics. there was never a circumstance to cause her darkness. she never did anything, never talked about it. katherine would simply swear at someone, snarl and go back to magic set or online poker or something ridiculous. i'm pretty sure she's one of those insomniac blogger types. i don't even remember when we went on the trip. a few years ago. before she could legally have fun in vegas. a family trip. i was on break from school - i'd been at ucla for a little over a year at this point, studying acting of course - and we needed something fun. kat did nothing but exist. she rolled her eyes and scoffed the entire drive there. but i saw something change in my sister the moment we rolled passed that ridiculous sign and into…whatever. it was light, loud and never stopped. you could be anyone you wanted here. and i think that was what she wanted more than anything. i thought it was a lame trip. drinking with your parents is awkward, i hate shopping, and you can only go down a waterside so many times. i spent a lot of time wandering around by myself. another reason i didn't really pick up what was going on, because i didn't want to. now that i look back on it. after a day of cheesy sight-seeing, or watching my sister be unnaturally good at blackjack, or my parents getting married by elvis about five times, it wasn't really fun. i spent most nights sitting at a bar flirting with a waitress, looking for a bartender who would broadcast the canadiens games. disturbing the fact i refused to acknowledge the puffy eyes of both my mother and sister in the mornings. or my dad disappearing for pancakes at six in the morning - the man loves his sleep. i guess they were doing nothing but fighting. it was too bad. because after that trip, they never saw each other again.
i do not understand my sister's rationality. or lack thereof. she felt alive in las vegas, she said. there was no way she was going back to a blank existence. she had long decided our family was broken. and we had both long decided a lot of it was my fault. i care too much what she thinks. trapped for weeks with no one else for company makes you realize things. i damaged my little sister. i didn't protect her or make anything easier for her. i just rubbed my unnatural ease in her face. it was the first time in a long time i had felt that sick with myself. pisses me off even now, just thinking about it so many years later. so my sister didn't come back to valkyrie with us after that…well, a vacation is not the technical term i'd use for that. i guess it was a good thing jack - jackson sharpe, one of my moron buddies - was ahead of me in school. we were at ucla together, he was studying business or some shit. i dunno. i dropped out that november. i tried to call my sister about a million times. she acted like i didn't exist. my parents tried not to, but it didn't really work. my mom's smiles were bright as ever, but her crows feet never wrinkled. and her cakes turned really bad. kat used to love them. they would bake together sometimes. and dad's eyes just turned empty. he wouldn't play poker anymore, or watch the game with me, or whatever else because i think it reminded him of her. but no one ever brought it up. i guess she got what she wanted, my little sister - the immediate effect on someone. we were broken now that she'd decided to break us. i knew my success during university - i got like, five commercials. be jealous. - was…whatever. it fuelled her darkness more. or the shit that came along with it. katherine sanders is a complicated individual. she has the ability to look deeper into a situation and take the flaws from it, and infect herself with the poison. whatever her reasons were, from my life then, it was ruining her. i couldn't go back home. i stayed in los angeles, saying "screw lessons. you learn acting from doing it." i lived in a shitty apartment. i waited tables. i smoked a lot. i think i stopped smiling, never went to bakeries and had troubles watching the boring midnight poker on tv i used to watch all the time. see? my sister is my kryptonite.
within a couple of weeks, my life just turned miserable. it wasn't horrid or anything, but far from the comfort i'd come to value so much. i had been content feeling like that forever. my landlord was an asshole in a stained wifebeater, i had difficulties getting along with my co-workers, and the acting thing? it was a lot easier in school. i'd isolated myself completely from the life i'd had in valkyrie. i skyped with my parents during the holidays. i didn't pay my phone bill so some concerned aunt from new mexico i'd never met before would scream that "you're okay!" and something about a casserole recipe. it sucked.
well, sorta. but friends are forever, right? jackson sharpe approached me.
when was it? three odd years ago? i dunno. i don't even keep timelines anymore. katherine had been in las vegas for about that long. maybe shorter. but my life had been miserable around the time. who cares. i don't think about it. regardless, here we are. my suit-strutting buddy from my childhood strolled through some dusty movie set (i was an extra. paid three hundred bucks a day, thank you.) like some gq model. i would have lost my job if the director or someone saw him. he had a proposal to make. one i laughed at. it was so ridiculous and beyond anything i'd expected to hear when i saw him. but it's difficult not to take jack seriously. even i shut the fuck up and listen to him when he has something to say. everyone had their own reasons. he'd been fucked over himself (did i read something about it in the papers?) and if our parents found it, it would be a hell of a competition to whose mother would have a heart attack first. i took him serious at my second cup of shitty starbucks coffee. they robbed banks. a serious heist team. with plans and meetings and smart people doing smart people things. i wanted to ask if they wore nun masks, but that wasn't the time. honestly, it was believable. jackson sharpe is the smartest mother fucker you'll ever meet. his eye for detail scares me. because he could spot dust on my mother's best coat and it would make her feel inferior. and i really don't want him to upset my mother. rocco finely is the leader of the free world. he'd been fucked over, too, i researched later. makes my prison jokes a little inappropriate. yeah, he's scary too. william tyler is a bodyguard with whom i would hit over the head with a chair in a wrestling match. ej kane can outdrive me on a god damn moped. and elise morgan is just special in her own right. i love my boys, but that girl is something special. the biggest geek i've ever met. we're the youngest, kind of comes with the territory. they had all the components required to take over the world. just, to be cautious because the serious people are, they wanted someone on the "outside" of the operation. i asked if i got a gun. i don't. i'm the decoy.
i fool people. i make sure no one tries to play the hero. i can be whoever the fuck i want as long as the floor remains under control. i like to think i'm important. but i don't do anything cool like threaten or look over plans. everytime we have a meeting and we're all pouring over the building plans for whatever bank we decided on, i can see it as clearly as mud. those are the fun times to bother will. i don't think he's paying as much attention, either. no, i'm not the bratty kid in class. i just don't get how articulate the sewage systems below a county bank are. sue me.
okay, so maybe life didn't turn out how it should have. but circumstance changes people, right? being miserable and invisible in los angeles taught me that. my parents having trouble, questioning where they went so wrong, made me realize that blood is everything. and when some loser dishwasher at a bar i like to watch the games at was showing everyone this super cheap new website to jack off to, i decided it was time we all refocus our lives. my sister should at least charge more than that. i know she went through hell while in las vegas. because katherinesanders dupuis only gives up when she has no other option. i'm still upset that she thought we didn't have the sort of relationship she could reach out to me. like when we were little, and she was afraid of something, and told me in secret, and i promised i would never tell mom and dad. like that. we're between jobs right now. mom and dad are really stressing over not being stressed. and i think it's time to try to fix my life again. it's weird, life. i think i'm just realizing it's going to be weird for everyone. even morons like me."
[/td][/tr]not much to tell, really. make up some sob story if it'll make you feel better. i'm a local. yeah, i know, one of those. i was born and raised right here in valkyrie, california. my family's probably been here on and off throughout the years. this place is something of a vortex, if you haven't realized that yet. people just can't seem to stay away. and if i hated it, like my sister does, i'd be really fucking pissed off if i was some weird magnet to valkyrie. but i don't. i kind of like it here, actually. valkyrie's my home. there's enough to do, enough girls to watch walk away from me and my loser friends, and…yeah, that's about it. i don't live for much more. want to find me five years ago? check a bar just off the beach, flirting with a girl, drinking a beer or five and watching some sort of sports game. just not basketball. basketball sucks. i surf, too. see? i'm boring. if you want to find me now, look at the exact same place. i don't go looking for chance unless i have to. another big difference between my sister and i - she saw something broken when we were the farthest thing from it.
a lot of things came easy to me. i loved my parents. my parents loved me. we all got along merrily. dad snuck me extra allowance and let me go to my friend's houses when mom said no. mom would tut him and roll her eyes. and then take us out for ice cream or something. they barbecued a lot. weird. my family likes having all the people you can name over, sitting on the deck i think i said i'd repair two years ago, tossing back cheap beer, eating burgers, getting scolded, and talking really really loudly about something stupid. that says enough, right? i was always able to get involved in that because…like i said, a lot of things come easy to me. i rarely struggled in my childhood. i went along with the groove and just rolled with the punches. good grades, but not too good. played soccer and hockey, but not douches like the star athletes in high school. drank a little, smoked a little, fucked around a lot. my friends were the rowdy morons who were so good at just being boys, it was ridiculous. it still is, actually. get it? i had a pretty chilled upbringing. i was a drama geek in high school and my stupid friends teased me a lot for that. i think that was the only time i ever really got pissed off - no one came to the opening day when i was playing peter pan. i left right after the show, still in costume, and found them trying to break beer cans on their heads in the walmart parking lot. mind, i was wearing green tights during this. it got to be funny after about five minutes. i guess i never understood what she was going through because i never struggled like that.
there's no point in describing my childhood to you. you've probably heard the stories a million times. just when things went wrong is all i care about. and it started with a girl named katherine. the only time people knew her was when i was forced to bring her to a party, or she tried to fit in and failed miserably. i feel kind of bad for laughing a few times. a lot of things came easy to me. hardly anything came easy to her. i never could really understand my little sister. she just…struggled. there was nothing to cause it, she just tripped when the rest of us flew away. she stuttered in public, couldn't function in social situations, and dug herself into a hole that no one wanted to acknowledge. i think both my parents still assumed she was in that awkward, insecure teenage girl phase. of course they loved her, but she had issues that they had trouble accepting. so maybe i got more attention. it wasn't difficult for me to, after all. never on purpose, but when we were both in high school, of course i realized that. and you know teenagers…they're horrid people. i fed her insecurities. even the loners didn't want to socialize with poor katherine sanders. i still don't understand why everything was so difficult for her. regardless, we were always close. she trusted me, even when she did everything in her power to push me away. i love my sister more than i love anyone else. i paid attention to her. and she to me. so everytime i made a new friend or cracked a new joke or aced an exam or starred in the play or whatever, it fed her insecurities. the last time i saw her, she yelled at me. i did nothing to stop fuelling her jealousy, her inferiorities. i'm a boy, of course i played dumb. but i guess, deep down, i did. i paid attention, i just didn't want to deal with it. tell yourself something enough times, and it'll eventually go away.
that's what happened. by the time katherine graduated, i was off living my own life. of course i still loved her. i just stopped paying that attention i knew she valued. it was too exhausting. my life was damn near perfect around the time we went to las vegas, i had no desire to interrupt it with my sister's melodramatics. there was never a circumstance to cause her darkness. she never did anything, never talked about it. katherine would simply swear at someone, snarl and go back to magic set or online poker or something ridiculous. i'm pretty sure she's one of those insomniac blogger types. i don't even remember when we went on the trip. a few years ago. before she could legally have fun in vegas. a family trip. i was on break from school - i'd been at ucla for a little over a year at this point, studying acting of course - and we needed something fun. kat did nothing but exist. she rolled her eyes and scoffed the entire drive there. but i saw something change in my sister the moment we rolled passed that ridiculous sign and into…whatever. it was light, loud and never stopped. you could be anyone you wanted here. and i think that was what she wanted more than anything. i thought it was a lame trip. drinking with your parents is awkward, i hate shopping, and you can only go down a waterside so many times. i spent a lot of time wandering around by myself. another reason i didn't really pick up what was going on, because i didn't want to. now that i look back on it. after a day of cheesy sight-seeing, or watching my sister be unnaturally good at blackjack, or my parents getting married by elvis about five times, it wasn't really fun. i spent most nights sitting at a bar flirting with a waitress, looking for a bartender who would broadcast the canadiens games. disturbing the fact i refused to acknowledge the puffy eyes of both my mother and sister in the mornings. or my dad disappearing for pancakes at six in the morning - the man loves his sleep. i guess they were doing nothing but fighting. it was too bad. because after that trip, they never saw each other again.
i do not understand my sister's rationality. or lack thereof. she felt alive in las vegas, she said. there was no way she was going back to a blank existence. she had long decided our family was broken. and we had both long decided a lot of it was my fault. i care too much what she thinks. trapped for weeks with no one else for company makes you realize things. i damaged my little sister. i didn't protect her or make anything easier for her. i just rubbed my unnatural ease in her face. it was the first time in a long time i had felt that sick with myself. pisses me off even now, just thinking about it so many years later. so my sister didn't come back to valkyrie with us after that…well, a vacation is not the technical term i'd use for that. i guess it was a good thing jack - jackson sharpe, one of my moron buddies - was ahead of me in school. we were at ucla together, he was studying business or some shit. i dunno. i dropped out that november. i tried to call my sister about a million times. she acted like i didn't exist. my parents tried not to, but it didn't really work. my mom's smiles were bright as ever, but her crows feet never wrinkled. and her cakes turned really bad. kat used to love them. they would bake together sometimes. and dad's eyes just turned empty. he wouldn't play poker anymore, or watch the game with me, or whatever else because i think it reminded him of her. but no one ever brought it up. i guess she got what she wanted, my little sister - the immediate effect on someone. we were broken now that she'd decided to break us. i knew my success during university - i got like, five commercials. be jealous. - was…whatever. it fuelled her darkness more. or the shit that came along with it. katherine sanders is a complicated individual. she has the ability to look deeper into a situation and take the flaws from it, and infect herself with the poison. whatever her reasons were, from my life then, it was ruining her. i couldn't go back home. i stayed in los angeles, saying "screw lessons. you learn acting from doing it." i lived in a shitty apartment. i waited tables. i smoked a lot. i think i stopped smiling, never went to bakeries and had troubles watching the boring midnight poker on tv i used to watch all the time. see? my sister is my kryptonite.
within a couple of weeks, my life just turned miserable. it wasn't horrid or anything, but far from the comfort i'd come to value so much. i had been content feeling like that forever. my landlord was an asshole in a stained wifebeater, i had difficulties getting along with my co-workers, and the acting thing? it was a lot easier in school. i'd isolated myself completely from the life i'd had in valkyrie. i skyped with my parents during the holidays. i didn't pay my phone bill so some concerned aunt from new mexico i'd never met before would scream that "you're okay!" and something about a casserole recipe. it sucked.
well, sorta. but friends are forever, right? jackson sharpe approached me.
when was it? three odd years ago? i dunno. i don't even keep timelines anymore. katherine had been in las vegas for about that long. maybe shorter. but my life had been miserable around the time. who cares. i don't think about it. regardless, here we are. my suit-strutting buddy from my childhood strolled through some dusty movie set (i was an extra. paid three hundred bucks a day, thank you.) like some gq model. i would have lost my job if the director or someone saw him. he had a proposal to make. one i laughed at. it was so ridiculous and beyond anything i'd expected to hear when i saw him. but it's difficult not to take jack seriously. even i shut the fuck up and listen to him when he has something to say. everyone had their own reasons. he'd been fucked over himself (did i read something about it in the papers?) and if our parents found it, it would be a hell of a competition to whose mother would have a heart attack first. i took him serious at my second cup of shitty starbucks coffee. they robbed banks. a serious heist team. with plans and meetings and smart people doing smart people things. i wanted to ask if they wore nun masks, but that wasn't the time. honestly, it was believable. jackson sharpe is the smartest mother fucker you'll ever meet. his eye for detail scares me. because he could spot dust on my mother's best coat and it would make her feel inferior. and i really don't want him to upset my mother. rocco finely is the leader of the free world. he'd been fucked over, too, i researched later. makes my prison jokes a little inappropriate. yeah, he's scary too. william tyler is a bodyguard with whom i would hit over the head with a chair in a wrestling match. ej kane can outdrive me on a god damn moped. and elise morgan is just special in her own right. i love my boys, but that girl is something special. the biggest geek i've ever met. we're the youngest, kind of comes with the territory. they had all the components required to take over the world. just, to be cautious because the serious people are, they wanted someone on the "outside" of the operation. i asked if i got a gun. i don't. i'm the decoy.
i fool people. i make sure no one tries to play the hero. i can be whoever the fuck i want as long as the floor remains under control. i like to think i'm important. but i don't do anything cool like threaten or look over plans. everytime we have a meeting and we're all pouring over the building plans for whatever bank we decided on, i can see it as clearly as mud. those are the fun times to bother will. i don't think he's paying as much attention, either. no, i'm not the bratty kid in class. i just don't get how articulate the sewage systems below a county bank are. sue me.
okay, so maybe life didn't turn out how it should have. but circumstance changes people, right? being miserable and invisible in los angeles taught me that. my parents having trouble, questioning where they went so wrong, made me realize that blood is everything. and when some loser dishwasher at a bar i like to watch the games at was showing everyone this super cheap new website to jack off to, i decided it was time we all refocus our lives. my sister should at least charge more than that. i know she went through hell while in las vegas. because katherine
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