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Post by Ravendust on May 11, 2008 21:27:22 GMT -5
"So, you want us to watch over this... Prince Bradford guy because you're afraid somebody is trying to kidnap him?" Anka leaned over her latte, her violet eyes inquisitive.
"Yes ma'am." Was the reply, a man in his late fourties sat across from her, he was dressed in a pair of jeans and an old grey t-shirt. He would have looked like a tourist had he not possessed such a confident look and the wire that led from his ear down into the collar of his shirt, "Besides, if that boy really does get himself kidnapped it'll be World War III you understand. He's a member of the royal family, and we've been charged with his protection while he's here in the states."
"Meh." Anka replied, twirling the straw in her drink, "Fine, when does he arrive?"
"This afternoon, he's on the plane now, I expect that you'll be at the airport no later than 1:30?"
"Yeah, Yeah." Anka replied, waving her hand dismissively, "How long is he going to be here?"
"The time is indeterminable at this point." The man replied, standing. He slipped a card into Anka's hand and tossed a few bills down onto the table, "Don't let us down." He said, then walked out.
Anka made a face, "Bastards think they're so cool when they do that sort of thing... I wonder what Sean'll say when he comes home and finds out we've got to babysit again..." She left the shop as well.
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Post by zatch112 on May 11, 2008 22:32:53 GMT -5
“What’s your answer Mr. Lennings?” Sean repositioned his head on his desk to look up at the owl-like features of his Biology teacher, Mr.Stratford. Up until the point where the teacher addressed him Sean had been sleeping peacefully with his head face down his desk and as a result the whole right side of his face had turned red. Sean shook his head in a vain effort to straighten his unkempt hair. “We’re waiting for your answer.”
“U-um,” Sean stuttered; wide eyes searching for clues around the room; he realized that he had no idea what the teacher was asking and had basically become an equivalent to a deer caught in the head lights. Some of the other students in the class started giggling and Sean’s cheeks turned flush red.
“You don’t have an answer do you?” Mr. Stratford asked. Sean shook his head remorsefully and Mr. Stratford tutted. “Well, perhaps if you stayed awake during class; you’d know that I didn’t ask you anything at all.”
“Well, if I gave a flying flip of what you said then maybe I wouldn’t fall asleep,” Sean replied flippantly. The class erupted with laughter and suddenly Mr. Stratford frowned.
“You may think you’re better than everybody else Mr. Lennings, but the truth is you’re not,” Mr. Stratford leaned over Sean’s desk. “I know your type Mr.Lennings and you’re going no where fast. I have half the mind to give you detention-.”
“So what?” Sean challenged, standing out of his desk and looking Mr. Stratford dead in the eye. “Do it. I don’t care.”
“Sit down Mr. Lennings,” Stratford said in a calm tone. Sean didn’t answer he just continued to look the man in the eye.
“Sit down Mr.Lennings or I’ll send you to the office.”
“Don’t bother,” Sean said; a sly smile filtering on his face. “I’m already leaving.”
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Post by Ravendust on May 11, 2008 22:42:36 GMT -5
Anka paced the floor in front of the terminal, watching as the passengers of the flight scurried down the hall to find loved ones or a ride away from the airport. She recognized him instantly when he came through the door, his head held proud. Thick dark hair was tied tightly into a braid and slung over his shoulders, and his green eyes were full of confidence. "Bradford?" She approached him quickly.
"That's Prince to you, peasant." He replied coldly, though his voice was quite beautiful.
Anka flushed an angry shade of scarlet and bit her lip, "Prince Bradford." She mocked his tone before clearing her throat, "My name is Anka Lennings, myself and my brother will be your bodyguards for the duration of your stay here in the states."
"I hope you've a bath prepared for me." Bradford muttered, "And my bags need picked up before somebody steals them." He looked her over, a frown touching to his lips.
"And while I'm at it, why don't I make you a nice, royal feast and invite the entire town to celebrate your arrival?" Anka muttered in a sickly sweet voice, she wore a pair of jeans and a pastel green shirt today, her dark hair pinned back out of her face.
"What a lovely idea, why don't you hop to it then?" Bradford laughed, his tone was very serious.
"Sorry to tell you, princy-boy, but you're not going to be doing anything flashy for a while." Anka scowled, "We're here to protect you, not set up your bloody parties."
"Tsk, tsk." Bradford replied coldly, "And who is this 'we'? I don't see anyone else here with you."
"He's in schoool." Anka replied, turning and beginning to walk, "Let's go, we've still got to get your things into the car."
Bradford made a face, "They hired children to watch over a beloved prince such as myself? Preposterous! I want to talk to somebody now!"
"Sorry." Anka shrugged, "What's done is done." She grabbed his bags and led him out to the vehicle, where they encountered more trouble at his disgust at being forced to ride in such a small 'dingy' vehicle.
They arrived at the house after nearly twenty minutes of constant argument and berating words from his tongue, and she was relieved to shove him off into the spare room and seat herself at the table. Her relief was short lived as she heard him calling for her in a petulent tone.
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Post by zatch112 on May 11, 2008 23:10:30 GMT -5
It was a quarter till five when Sean finally escaped his hellish detention with Mr. Stratford. As, Sean shuffled up the stairs to the small apartment he shared with his sister he lamented once again at the fact that he’d have to attend several more detentions with the evil teacher for two weeks. When Sean had been sent to the office the Principal hadn’t been too happy about his disrespect to his teacher and threatened to suspend him. However, for some reason that Sean still failed to comprehend, Mr. Stratford convinced the Principal to give him detention. “I just don’t get it,” Sean thought out loud. He had two groceries bags in each hand and they clanged noisily against the apartment building steps. The whole idea of Mr. Stratford helping him completely perplexed him. What could Stratford possibly get out of helping him-suddenly Sean stopped in his tracks. Something was wrong; he sensed a strange tension in his apartment above. Sean dropped the bags and ran up the rest of the steps then taking a running leap he kicked down the door. “Sis what’s wrong?!” he yelled.
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Post by Ravendust on May 11, 2008 23:13:00 GMT -5
"Sean!" Anka draped herself over her brother's form, sobbing, "You've got to save me, there's a maniac in the house.... I can't take it anymore!"
"Who're you calling a maniac?" Bradford stood in the doorway with his arms crossed, "I should have you arrested! You haven't done a d**n thing I've told you to do."
"I give up!" Anka moaned, "kill me now, Sean!"
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Post by zatch112 on May 11, 2008 23:25:20 GMT -5
“Eh?” Sean said considering his sister’s desperate form. He still hadn’t quite comprehended the scene.
“Well? Are you going to get your ass to work or not?!” Bradford demanded. “This woman is hopeless!” Sean eyed the man skeptically before turning to his sister. “We need to talk,” he said, leading the girl by her arm into the kitchen.
“Wait there,” he said to the prince without turning. A bar split the living room area they had been standing in from the kitchen and Sean stepped over the threshold towing his sister behind him.
“Ok,” he said once he was sure they were out of ear shot. “Brief me. What the heck’s going on?
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Post by Ravendust on May 11, 2008 23:28:49 GMT -5
Anka sighed and took in a deep breath, "It's our newest assignment," She replied, "I can't stand it! He's a spoiled, pompous ass, and if I have to deal with him for one more second I may be the one to make him disappear."
She paced the kitchen area with her fingers locked firmly behind her back, "Only... I can't do that or we'll be in huge trouble. Apparently someone's out to kidnap him, and if something happens to that bastard on American soil, it could start a war. So of course I had to accept and go get him from the airport! But don't you see how much he's made me suffer today?" She pouted.
Bradford stood in the living room with his arms crossed, "How dare they tell me to wait here..." He muttered, "I hate them... They're horrid servants, positively horrid!"
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Post by zatch112 on May 11, 2008 23:39:46 GMT -5
Sean smiled, “I dunno you seem to be doing a fine job with him…Perhaps you should take care of the house more often.” Anka’s face darkened, she didn’t seem to like the idea. Sean quickly changed the subject; knowing fully of what his sister was capable of. “Well, it’ looks like we’re in this now so I guess we’ll have to make the best of it,” he said, sneaking a peek in the Prince’s direction.
“Hopefully, we can nail some humbleness into the pompous ass,” Sean joked. “I will not be ignored!” Bradford barged into the kitchen, his head held proud and arrogantly. “
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Post by Ravendust on May 11, 2008 23:46:12 GMT -5
"Eek!" Anka scrambled behind her brother, "Why don't you go to your room then?" She grumbled darkly, her fingers digging into Sean's shoulders as she struggled not to reach out and smack Bradford across the face- that would be a very bad idea.
"I'm hungry you foolish woman, when will dinner be prepared?" Bradford demanded, either ignoring or not noticing entirely the stiffness of her figure.
"Oh, it'll be ready before seven." Anka's voice was again sickly sweet, "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll love it."
"What's it going to be?" Bradford asked suspiciously.
"It's a surprise, now go, both of you!" Anka wheeled the two from the kitchen and rummaged in the fridge, "I'm hungry for some burgers..." She muttered, setting about preparing them.
"That girl needs a serious lesson in respect." Bradford crossed his arms.
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Post by zatch112 on May 12, 2008 0:03:32 GMT -5
Sean shook his head and muttered “This is going to be a long night” low enough for the Prince not to hear. Sean was quite aware of the extent of his sister’s cooking and winced at the thought of eating any thing she prepared. He’d barely recovered from the last meal she’d prepared and, worse of all; she didn’t even clean the kitchen behind her self. “What the heck did you do?!” Sean had asked back then. The kitchen was completely covered in red stains that he hoped was the strawberry jam he’d gotten from the store. “You only made macaroni and it had directions!” Anka shrugged. "I’m an artist brother. Directions only hamper my creativity,” she had replied, barely looking away from the tv. “Hey could you pass me the remote?”
Sean sighed, shaking away the memory. He’d just taken a seat on the couch and already the smell of something burning had begun to saturate the house. Bradford took a seat next to him. “Hey, I think your cook’s defective,” he said.
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Post by Ravendust on May 12, 2008 0:10:19 GMT -5
"I heard that!" Anka shouted to the living room, "I only poured oil in a hot skillet, so shut it!" She turned down the burner and frowned in concentration, she may not have been a very good cook, but she'd be d**ned if she'd let Sean belittle her most recent meal.
The burgers were in the pan now and a tray of seasoned french fries were in the oven, she'd added a little bit of garlic powder to the fries and was enjoying dashing the burgers with cinnimon- to add to the flavor. Upon the buns she slathered a nice layer of peanut butter before laying down a slice of cheese and then adding katchup, she did this to three buns before turning back to her cooking.
"Supper's ready!~" She called to the two in the living room, setting the table, she even went so far as to pour them each a glass of soda.
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