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Home Invasion: Forced Family Incest

Mathim

Super-Earth
Joined
Nov 10, 2019
Friday, December 20th, 6:30 AM. The Caldwell family was one day away from going on their winter skiing holiday once the school week was over. The mother and father were early risers, but sometimes the kids would too. The stay-at-home mother would drive them to and from school while the father was out at his lucrative job keeping their nice suburban house stocked with all the material goods the spoiled brats would ever want. It was the perfect place to rob if all someone wanted was a lot of merchandise they could fence for some tidy profit.

But this particular group of home invaders was after something else. Something that cut a lot deeper than into the family's pocketbook. Something that would remind them a little more fully how hard a fall from the top could be than something like a bankruptcy. Something they would never recover from.

A nondescript black van was parked a block away. Every neighbor in the surrounding block had already departed on their respective vacations, leaving the Caldwell's the only house still occupied. The loudest screaming would only reach so far, and anyone in earshot was long gone. Weeks of surveillance was needed to case the neighborhood and select an appropriate target, with the neighbors also being observed for their departures. Things were going off without a hitch so far. It had taken longer than the group had preferred but it would be worth it. The catharsis it would bring, in so many ways, would tide them over nicely in addition to the swag they were going to be walking out of there with. Just about another hour, and they would be ready to make their move.
 

greybishop

Super-Earth
Joined
Jan 29, 2019
Location
USA East Coast
Name: Deke Lorton

Location/Time: The black van/Friday, 20 December, 0635.

Tagging: Shaun, Cal.

Wearing: No change from character sheet.

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Deke tapped the flat of his blade against his leg as he looked out of the van’s dirty windshield; he was starting to get pissed off. In part that was because he was sitting in a fucking van instead of on his bike, but at least his brain could understand why that was necessary. And while all the sitting around bullshit didn’t exactly thrill him either, he was still kind of used to the “hurry up and wait” crap from the Army. Plus Shaun seemed to know his shit; the techie dude’s “briefing” had sort of reminded Deke of some of the one’s he’d heard in Iraq, aside from the fact that it was way, way more fucked up. And that was saying something. Fucked up like Shaun himself, which Deke kind of liked.

The thing that was really pissing him off was the fucking houses he was looking at. Big, expensive, new; way different than the trailer park he’d grown up in. Trimmed lawns, two car garages and honking big fucking Christmas displays out front; snowmen and reindeer and elves and all kinds of shit. It made Deke want to puke. He knew the fucking pricks in all those big houses had sat on their asses when he went to Iraq, and then shit on his head afterwards; not even good enough to get a job at fucking Walmart. He remembered punching the fat, fucking manager in his fat, fucking face and he grinned. But what made Deke really smile was when he thought of the assistant manager shrieking “I’m calling the police!” Deke had hit her so hard she’d gone through a rack of candle holders or some other useless shit the normals liked to buy, sending all that crap flying. He’d met his Brothers after that, when he was on the run from the cops; that’s when things started to pick up for him again. Deke thought about his other new “brother” sitting in the van beside him, Cal. He seemed alright too. He’d come looking for a gun with money in his pocket and over some beers Deke could see that Cal was pretty fucking twisted too. He also looked like he could definitely kick some ass; correction, he looked like he wanted to kick some ass. Which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

That made Deke think back to Shaun’s little talk last night about the Calder family. Or was it Caldwell? Either way really didn’t mean shit to him. Shaun had said a few of them seemed a little sassy, which hadn’t bothered Deke the least little bit. If one of them mouthed off to him, they’d be going through their spice racks or whatever the fuck, just like that assistant manager had. Deke had fucked some folks in the ass when they had broken bones, and it wasn’t really all that much different from when they didn’t. Well, besides the extra screaming and flopping around that is, but that also didn’t mean shit to him either.

Deke started whistling a little tune under his breath and he tried to remember where it had come from. It sounded sort of like a Christmas song, but he eventually remembered it came from a weird old science fiction movie or something he’d seen back in middle school. As Deke tried to remember the exact movie he was thinking of, his blade started tapping away against his leg in time with the song …

---Bonus Video Content---

The short, old movie scene Deke was trying to remember. For those interested, what happens next is also available on YouTube.

A Clockwork Orange - I'm Singing In The Rain
 
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Mathim

Super-Earth
Joined
Nov 10, 2019
Name: Shaun Baptiste

Location/Time: The black van/Friday, 20 December, 6:30 AM.

Tagging: Deke, Cal.

Wearing: Jean, black turtleneck, glasses, backwards red baseball cap.

Shaun click-clacked away on the keyboard of one of his many laptops. He needed multiple ones in case any happened to get hacked, given that he was doing quite a bit of hacking himself and it always ran the risk, despite all of his precautions, and he was extremely good at covering his ass. He made sure nobody else ever used them for any reason, making them get their own if they wanted to do anything. Nothing fucked up plans more than letting someone who didn't know what they were doing touch his things.

But beggars couldn't be choosers. Shaun was not the most intimidating guy out there, and while brilliant, his less-than-reputable past prohibited him from getting legitimate employment and frankly he would have abused his power at every opportunity even if he did. So when he came across a guy like Deke, he saw the perfect enforcer for his fledgling gang. They would start small, building trust, earning privileges and making themselves useful in any of the ways the other demanded, mutually demonstrating their value and forging an alliance stronger than one mere profit motive could provide. Cal was another run on the ladder, but with the extra muscle, they were now equipped well enough to carry out Shaun's plan. One that their twisted minds would have no reason to disagree with.

Their targets were narrowed down slowly, a little more slowly than the others may have been comfortable with but Shaun's last job, that had necessitated his migration to an entirely new area, tided them over until they could make another big score. The Caldwells were the lucky winners, and would receive a visit from these boys. They would wish that it was merely a burglary, that they would be escorted to and then locked in the basement while they were robbed blind. Oh, how that would be a dream come true compared to what was in store for them. It provided masturbation fodder for Shaun for weeks and now was the moment of truth. Or rather, in about an hour by his calculations. He sipped his coffee, ensuring he would be nice and alert for it. Any fatigue would jeopardize their attention to every meticulous detail and that was the kind of sloppy error he would not stand for.
 

Ahlanna

Super-Earth
Joined
Sep 22, 2018
Name: Irina Caldwell
Location: Irina’s Bedroom
Approximate Time: 6:30 AM
Wearing: White tank top and black briefs
Tagging/Mentioned:






Green eyes flick open at the sound of the alarm. Rolling over, one hand gropes for the alarm’s toggle button. Stretching her arms out over her head, Irina lets her muscles wake up bit by bit. Tensing her legs and pointing her feet comes next, followed by a twist of her hips in each direction. Her head rolls as she works her neck muscles, causing brown hair to shift around on the mattress with her motions. Finally, she arches her back, her body briefly pushing against the soft fabric of her tank top. Legs swing down from the bed, seeking the plush carpeting of the floor before moving across the room to flick on the lights.

It was the last day before vacation! A smile creeps up the corners of her lips, brightening her facial features from big eyes down to her dimpled chin. Irina was so ready for this. She had downloaded maps of the resort, sought out videos of other skiers fielding the more treacherous parts, sought out tips on technique. She was gonna crush this vacation!

“Alexa, play playlist Wake Up!”

Moving to the middle of the room, Irina begins her first light exercise routine, making sure to keep her tempo up. Lunges, jumping jacks, squats, box steps … with a brief pause to shadow-sing into a pretend microphone and dance along with ‘Defying Gravity’ in the middle – because who could resist doing that?
 

XxxJabberWockyxxX

Planetoid
Joined
Jul 3, 2019
Name: Sam Caldwell
Location: Sam’s Bedroom
Approximate Time: 6:32 AM
Tagging/Mentioned:
Wearing: Yoga outfit
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She groaned at the sudden sound of Irina's alarm from the room next door."Noooo... too fucking.. No!" burying herself in her pillow a minute. She grabs a nearby boot and throws it as hard as she can against her sisters wall leaving a little mark. "Shut the fuck up Irina.. Jesus!". Her sister was so annoying... waking up this early on the last day of school? So stupid.

Irritated Sam eventually hopped off her bed and stretched her arms into the air then running her hands along my toned stomach and smooth skin. She's wearing nothing but small pink lace panties, her large breasts bounce at my every movement freely. Her body is tight and lean muscle, firm and a perfect curved hourglass shape, large breasts, narrowing to a thin waist and back out to wide hips and a plump ass as wide as her breasts. Sam's skin is smooth and sensitive without a blemish or mark on he. She grabs a pair of short yoga shorts, and start sliding them on. Shifting her weight from one leg to the other as she wiggles them up over her plump perky ass, the shorts fitted skin tight against her body.

She quickly throws on a quick yoga top that presses her massive breasts upward and out in a exposed fashion, cleavage spilling out. Just before she leaves her room she looks into the mirror, a large grin forming over my face while she move my hand over her tight body. "Looking good Sam..." she laughs giving herself a wink, slapping her ass hard with a loud pop echoing through the room. She opens the door into the hall, with a big yawn, "Need... coffee... to live..."
 
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Ahlanna

Super-Earth
Joined
Sep 22, 2018
Name: Irina Caldwell
Location: Irina’s Bedroom
Approximate Time: 6:45 AM
Wearing: White shirt and navy sweatpants
Tagging/Mentioned: Sam, any Caldwell in the kitchen





After finishing a brace of pushups, Irina hops to her feet. All right! That got the blood flowing a little bit. Too bad it was a school-day -- no time for something more intense. Rummaging in her drawers for a white longsleeve tee and baggy navy sweatpants, she slips them on, tugging the cinch-string tight on the pants – they’d do until it was shower time anyhow. Irina always let her siblings get first crack at the bathroom.

Picking up her phone, Irina consults her day planner. Nothing really special school-wise. Packing, of course. She'd already done a lot of it, but there was still some room left in her smaller suitcase. One final cram session tonight to watch that expert video on the proper form for quick ski turns. Hopefully she could also catch the Brazil-Colombia match in the evening.

But then, of course, there was Darren, who’d probably want to see her before she went out of town. Irina sighs a little bit. What was she going to do about him? Lyssa keeps pushing her to end things. Going on and on about having a ‘coming out’ party. And Lyssa was cute and all, but Irina just didn’t know. Lyssa was certainly a friend, but Darren doted on her. Why did everyone have to be so … clingy and needy all the time? Ugh, dealing with people was frustrating enough. Relationships took it next level. Maybe she could just stall until after she gets back from vacation.

Enough of such thoughts! She wasn’t going to let stupid social junk ruin her day. It was time for breakfast! Slipping on a set of headphones, she sets a nice energetic, optimistic playlist going and tucks the phone into a pocket on her sweatpants. After a moment, the music helps return a smile to her lips and she heads out of her room and darts down the hall for the stairs. Oh, there’s Sam, moving like a zombie that hasn’t had a brain in a week.

“Goo~od morning, sis!” She calls in her most cheerful, lilting tone as she zips past, mostly just to bug her little sister. Maybe if she wasn’t up half the night on Facebook or Snapchat or whatever, Sam’s mornings might not be so foul.

She heads downstairs to see if anyone has beaten her to the kitchen.
 

XxxJabberWockyxxX

Planetoid
Joined
Jul 3, 2019
Name: Sam Caldwell
Location: Sam’s Bedroom to Kitchen
Approximate Time: 6:47 AM
Tagging/Mentioned: Irina
Wearing: Yoga outfit

Sam stops and stares at her sister groggily with a lazy and irritated expression, so fucking chipper... and full of energy. She rolls her eyes at her sisters welcome."mhmm... mornin...sis" her tone callous and without emotion. She blinks a couple times before watching her sister skip off down the stares like some kind of Disney character, all animated and full of life. She shakes her head while scratching the back of her hair and starts to walk down the stairs in a slow stagger.

Fortunately today was the last day tell break, and she could chill out and relax without having to go over stupid tests and homework. She frowns just thinking about the teachers telling her to 'apply' herself, like school even meant anything in the real world. The world is slowly dying from humans fucking it up and these stupid morons are worried about whether or not she can do math she would clearly never need. A big sigh leaves her mouth, at least the was a break right around the corner. His eyes lit up a bit upon remembering she had a bag of spider kush from one of her older friends for the family vacation later. She hated being around her family too much in one day, but being a little bit high helped take the edge off.

She went into the kitchen walking directly to the coffee machine and putting on a a pot. It would take at least two cups to be fully alive, three to have a good attitude. She looked over at her sister, seeing the peppy expression on her face and listening to... whatever the fuck she listens to. Sam grabbed her own phone from out of her yoga shorts and aims the camera at her face, making sure her cleavage was visible and gave a peace sign with her fingers while sticking out her tongue revealing her piercing. She decided she looked sufficiently cool sending the pic out on snap chat. Looking at her sister she played the first song on her spotify playlist 'M.I.A Paper Planes', turning it up just in spite of Irina. She gives her sister a plastic smile, with her eyes squinting into a glare. She is so fucking annoying... Marry Poppins...
 
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kckolbe

Supernova
Joined
Mar 31, 2014
Name: Eric Caldwell
Location: Master Bathroom to Kitchen
Approximate Time: 6:48 AM
Tagging/Mentioned: Irina/Sam, Olivia thought of
Wearing: Business Suit

There was no important meeting today, or any work function he wanted to look good for, but Eric was wearing his favorite suit. It wasn't anything special, just a black suit and tie, white button-up beneath. He liked the fabric, though, and the subtle sheen it gave off in the light. He wasn't particularly bold in his fashion choices, yet another way he paled in comparison to his beautiful younger wife.

He headed into the kitchen to grab some coffee on the way to work, more to keep up appearances than anything else, as he wasn't exactly worried about staying wake. He had a surprise planned that would be anything but boring.

He walked into the kitchen to see his daughter Sam in the kitchen as well, already working on some coffee of her own. "Morning," he said politely, but tried not to look in her direction, since he'd already been treated to an eyeful of her ass hanging out the back of her yoga shorts. He found himself looking away from her more and more often lately, not wanting to come to terms with how her body was developing, and not comfortable with how much of it was viewable to him at any time.

Turning away, he also saw Irina in her sweats, maybe planning an early morning run before school? He thought it was odd, since there wasn't a whole lot of time to kill before she would have to start getting ready for school, but he didn't want to get into a talk about the day's plans, since he didn't want to lie about the fact that he was taking the day off, nor did he want to tell his daughters that he was going to try and fuck their mom today. Besides, he wasn't worried about Irina. She was a good, responsible girl, and he knew she'd be ready on time. He tossed her a quick but warm smile as he made his coffee. Even casually, she was dressed appropriately, still a good girl. Well, 1 for 2 aint bad.
 

XxxJabberWockyxxX

Planetoid
Joined
Jul 3, 2019
Name: Sam Caldwell
Location: Kitchen
Approximate Time: 6:48 AM
Tagging/Mentioned: Irina, Eric
Wearing: Yoga outfit

Sam's eyes lit up at the sound of her fathers voice. She quickly turned around a big smile forming on her soft cheeks, her red hued lips glistening as she did. Her tone took on a higher, sweeter one then with her sister, "Mornin Daddy!" She strut over to him, hips swinging and wrapped her arms around him.

She gave him a solid squeeze, her soft breasts pressing up against his side until she let him go before looking up at him with a cute smile, tilting her head to the side. She quickly poured him a cup of coffee handing it to him. "There you go dad..You heading to work?"

She always felt somewhat overlooked by him, her brother being the first born with everyone always worrying about him, and her stupid sister... with her perfect ways, the flawless child. And Sam... just plain old Sam.
 

Ahlanna

Super-Earth
Joined
Sep 22, 2018
Name: Irina Caldwell
Location: Kitchen
Approximate Time: 6:48 AM
Wearing: White shirt and navy sweatpants
Tagging/Mentioned: Sam, Eric, any Caldwell in the kitchen

Watching Sam preen for her cell phone, Irina nods sagely, “Ah, the ol’ anteater-face selfie. A timeless classic!”

She is just futzing around with the toaster when daddy arrives. “Good morning! Would you like a bagel?”

Regardless of the answer, she pops two halves into the toaster and sets it ticking, before opening the refrigerator and retrieving a fruit cup from it. She doesn’t bother dad with a ton of questioning. She just waits for the bagel to pop up.

Sam is being nice. She must want something out of Dad. Probably wants to him to say it’s okay to ditch school today. That or another piercing.
 
Joined
Nov 13, 2019
Name: Cal Cassel

Location / Time: Black van, December 20th, 6:30am.

Tagging: Shaun, Deke.

Wearing: Black boots, blue jeans, black t-shirt, black leather jacket.

“Fuck, it’s cold!” Cal muttered to himself as he stood outside inhaling a cigarette, standing tight to the van trying to remain as hidden as possible. Lacking both the army hardened stoicism of Deke and the intellectual focus of Shaun, he’d grown increasingly impatient and frustrated with the time it was taking Shaun to type whatever the fuck he was typing into his pile of laptops, and had jumped out the back door to clear his head. Compared to the oppressive heat and pent-up violent energy within the tight confines of the van, the pre-dawn winter air felt like refreshing tonic against Cal’s skin. For a few seconds at least. The thin leather jacket he’d hastily thrown on after waking up late this morning provided little protection against the chilly December air and Cal huddled with his arms folded tightly as he sucked deeply on the smoke. “Who the hell wakes up this early?”

Looking around at the stately houses adorned with their joyful Christmas decorations Cal saw a neighborhood similar to the one he’d grown up in. Hell, he’d probably unknowingly fucked a few girls who lived in this neighborhood at some party back in his high school days. Another lifetime ago, Cal thought to himself. Back when he almost believed in all this shit. Before he’d spiraled in to failure and raised an emphatic middle finger to it all. Now he could feel only rage towards the bourgeois-materialistic-happy-family-praise-jesus-facebook-posting fucking basics who looked the other way or quickly jerked their kids in another direction whenever he happened to bump in to them around town.

He knew Shaun must be hating him for standing out here where he could be seen. Not wanting to lose his respect, Cal threw down the cigarette and quietly climbed back in the van. He nodded silently to Deke, trying to conceal any hint of the unease and fear he felt in the presence of the biker. Instead he focused on a mental image of the hulking criminal sitting across from him ruthlessly fucking some helpless soccer mom, a trace of a smile forming on his face and cock beginning to swell in his jeans.

"How's it looking, Shaun?" he asked.
 
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Mathim

Super-Earth
Joined
Nov 10, 2019
Name: Shaun Baptiste

Location/Time: The black van/Friday, 20 December, 6:35 AM.

Tagging: Deke, Cal.

Wearing: Jean, black turtleneck, glasses, backwards red baseball cap.

Cal was looking somewhat antsy, or maybe Shaun just sensed it. Probably just discomfort, it was unpleasantly cold and they didn't have the van running to keep the heater on. Deke was...Deke. And it was almost show time, just under an hour away by his calculations. He didn't like the smoke from cigarettes but he tolerated it as long as it didn't happen inside the van. He took his glasses off momentarily to wipe his eyes, as he was feeling the cold too and there was some irritation in his somewhat sleepy eyes from the coldness of the lenses.

He sipped his coffee before answering Cal. "Like clockwork. Kids are almost all awake, parents are doing the usual. Just waiting for papa bear to leave the cubs unprotected and we'll make our move." he slid the laptop in Cal's direction to show him the live feed from the hidden cameras he had placed during the times the family weren't home over the duration of casing the house. "Make sure the electric implements are fully charged, you've got your restraints in your pockets or on your belts, and your handguns fully loaded. We go live as soon as daddy's car is out of sight. Make sure to take a piss before we go in." he reminded everyone. No distractions, that could be disastrous to the plan if they showed one moment of weakness or hesitation.
 

greybishop

Super-Earth
Joined
Jan 29, 2019
Location
USA East Coast
Name: Deke Lorton

Location & Time: The black van/Friday, 20 December 0636

Tagging: Shaun, Cal.

Wearing: His MC colors and a black long sleeved shirt, jeans and biker boots.

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Deke laughed when he heard Shaun’s final instruction, then replied to the twisted tech genius in a deep, gravelly voice that had just a hint of Southern accent. “What, we can’t just piss in their mouths?” Then Deke held up a hand in a placating kind of gesture; he really didn’t want to have to deal with Shaun’s nagging that early in the morning. “Okay, okay. I’ll go piss in Santa’s fucking face over there before we go in” he added, as he gestured over to a nearby Christmas display with his knife.

That got Deke started on thinking about actually going in. His first instinct was to just hit the house fast and hard, and fuck up everybody inside just because; that’d worked pretty good in Iraq most days, and he’d learned quick that was how you survived in prison too. But he also kind of knew from experience that didn’t always work out so great with normals. He thought back to one time him and some of his Brothers from the MC had robbed some illegal gambling douchebags; the one little prick who had the safe combo had just vapor locked, and no matter how hard Tiny kept hitting him he wouldn’t say a fucking thing, even when he was being fucking beaten to death; the guy didn’t even plead for his life, or beg that he had a wife or whatever, he just kind of checked out upstairs and died. They’d had to pry the goddamn safe off the floor, and ended up losing most of the fucking money when some genius burned it up with the frigging torch he’d used to open it. Now that had been a monumental fuckup, just as stupid as some of the crap he’d seen in the Army. So maybe hard and fast might not be the way to go today.

“Hmm. Decisions, decisions …” Deke thought, as he resumed whistling his happy little tune and tapping his blade against his leg …
 
Joined
Nov 13, 2019
Name: Cal Cassel

Location / Time: Black van, December 20th, 6:37am.

Tagging: Shaun, Deke.

Wearing: Black boots, blue jeans, black t-shirt, black leather jacket.

Cal looked intently at the low-res black and white feeds streaming to Shaun's laptop, focusing primarily on the two girls in the kitchen. He looked at Shaun with excited eyes as if to say, "Nice fuckin' work bro!" This was a hot looking family. "C'mon, dad, get your fuckin' ass to work already," he muttered quietly as he zoomed in on the teenagers.

At Shaun's urging he performed a quick checklist of patting down the stash locations on his body to ensure that he'd grabbed the pistol, stun gun, knife and zip ties as he hurried from his apartment to the pick-up spot earlier this morning. Visually confirming that his earpiece and other devices were fully charged, the heel of his boot began tapping the floor as his heart rate accelerated with nervous energy. He wasn't expecting much of a challenge from this family if this neighborhood was anything like the one he'd grown up in. The biggest threat, in Cal's mind, was the security system or a call to the cops, but he trusted that Shaun would fully disable or jam all cameras, phones and sensors as promised. So far, the guy seemed to be a legitimate tech guru who was following through on everything he claimed he could do.

Like Deke, Cal bristled inwardly at the order to take a piss which felt more like it came from an over controlling mother on a family road trip than from a someone about to force fuck a bunch of deserving prissy douchebags. He decided to himself that he'd save it for their mouths too, or at least their faces. It was unnerving to Cal when his thinking would instinctively align with the biker's, as it did the night they met, but as adrenaline coursed through his body he felt a growing affinity to the cruel and unhinged man.
 

Falica

Star
Joined
Oct 2, 2018
Name: Olivia Caldwell
Location: Kitchen
Approximate Time: 6:49 AM
Wearing: White sweater and a pair of jeans
Tagging/Mentioned: Irina, Sam, Eric

It was a difficult road getting to where they were and it still was going to be more in the future, but even so she felt that they had done well where they were. Olivia was a hard working mother, one that lived for her family and did her best to do whatever she could for them. Of course there was quite a deal of challenges with her three children, but things were looking up for them. Baxter was a problem child, but he had cleaned up his act and she wished to support him to the best of her ability. Irina was a such a good child, reminding her of herself when she was younger and Sam...well she was quite spoiled, but at the very least she is going to school.

It was bright and early by the time Olivia had awoken. She was always the first one to wake up, usually off taking a run or so early in the morning before getting things ready for the family. With school coming to an end, Olivia wanted to treat her kids with a wonderful vacation, something that she planned with her husband. While doing some laundry, she could hear the footsteps downstairs and smiled as she walked into the kitchen now that most were up. “Morning girls, glad to see your up” Olivia said as she walked over to the stove to make a few eggs and bacon for the family, stopping by her husband as she rose up and pecked his cheek. “Morning dear” Olivia said before glancing over at Sam while walking towards the stove. “Sam, please put on some decent clothes before you head to class” Olivia said sternly as she began to work on breakfast. Though it was the last day of school and she knew it was rather pointless, she still wanted her kids to attend to learn some sort of responsibility.
 

Colonel_Liam

Super-Earth
Joined
Sep 24, 2018
Name: Baxter Caldwell
Location: Front door to Kitchen to bathroom
Approximate Time: 7:00
Wearing: Grey hoodie and sweatpants over red athletic shorts and a white t-shirt.
Tagging: Irina, Sam, Eric, and Olivia

As he jogged down the snowy streets, Baxter panted, a steady stream of hot breath floating into the cold winter air as he came to the final leg of his morning run. During his time in juvee Baxter had found that excercise was one of the best ways to focus his mind and burn off some of the energy that had gotten him in so much trouble in the first place. Runnings added benefit was that it got him out of the house and away from his family for a while. A constant goal of his since he had come home from his time in incarceration. Things had been strained between him and his parents and siblings ever since his arrest. While his mother, and sister Irina had been openly supportive of him now that he was out, he still had the creeping feeling that he was the family embarrassment, that he just didn't fit in with his straight laced, seemingly perfect family.

As he came to the front of his house, he slowed and raised his arms over his head to help him catch his breath. He glanced around and noticed a dark black van across the street. He wondered at it, as it didn't really fit with the posh neighborhood his parents kept their home in. "Which of the neighbors would buy something so ugly?" he thought to himself as he climbed the front steps and stepped through the front door.

Greeted by the smell of cooking eggs and toast, he took off his shoes by the door and walked towards the kitchen where he found the rest of his family. Though intellectually, he knew that they had their share of problems and fights, but as something of an outsider, he felt a strange sense of envy. How perfect they looked as a family, smiling happily,laughing, kissing each other on the cheeks. Without him there they seemed picture perfect family. It had been over a year since he had moved back in, but it still felt as though he didn't quite belong.

Wordlessly he turned back around and climbed the stairs upstairs towards his room. Closing the door behind him he stripped off his sweat stained clothes and tossed them in a hamper before wrapping his lower body in a towel, revealing a powerful and toned upper body. Padding out into the hallway he made his way to the bathroom and turned the knob in the shower to maximum heat and stepped in. As the water washed over his body he rested his head on the tile wall and closed his eyes, wishing he could connect to his family like a normal son.
 

kckolbe

Supernova
Joined
Mar 31, 2014
Name: Eric Caldwell
Location: Master Kitchen to House Exit
Approximate Time: 6:48 AM
Tagging/Mentioned: Irina/Sam/Olivia, Baxter mentioned
Wearing: Business Suit

Much like Irina, Eric had reason to view Sam's gleeful affection with caution. Not only was he aware of the possibility that she was about to get something out of him, but there was more on his mind. The way she'd developed, and how she flaunted it around the house, he'd become physically aroused noticing her in the past, and now every time he saw her dressed like that, his mind started racing. As she pressed up against him, her breasts mashed against his chest, he started panicking that he would get an erection. As most men know, such feelings often prove to be self-fulfilling, and he did begin stirring.

He very quickly patted her back and turned out of the embrace, waving off the offer of a bagel from Irina and hastily taking the cup of coffee from Sam. "Yeah, heading out now." He still made time to allow and return a kiss on the cheek with Olivia, mentally thanking her for chiding Sam about her lack of clothing. "All right, off to work now. See ya later." He walked briskly out, not even noticing that Baxter had lingered nearby and just grateful that he'd managed to get out of there without "incident." If only he were lucky enough to still have that stirring below without the pills in a couple of hours, but that was a problem he wasn't going to dwell on, because when he came back, he'd have the pills.

For now, though, he had to drive off and pretend to head to work. Maybe he'd even stop by the office and check email first...
 

Colonel_Liam

Super-Earth
Joined
Sep 24, 2018
Name: Baxter Caldwell
Location: Bathroom>Room>Livingroom
Approximate Time: 7:15
Tagging: No one
Wearing: Towel>Jeans and white t-shirt

Baxter stayed in the shower for a while, cleaning himself off. In juvenile detention he had come to know that many other young men didn't bother themselves with hygiene as much as they could or should and while he didn't mind working up a sweat, once he was done with whatever task called for it, he wanted to be clean and smell good. It helped him separate his current self from the person he had once been, though the track mark scars on his forearm were a constant reminder.

Having cleaned himself off, he went back to his room, towel wrapped around himself again and quickly changed into a simple pair of jeans and a tight white t-shirt that accentuated his powerful upper body. If he did his hair differently he wouldn't have looked out of place in a Greaser movie. He knew he had class that day at the local community college where he was trying to get some of his gen eds knocked out for a better price, but the first wasn't till 11.

Grabbing a pulp science fiction book off his shelf he went down to the living room and flopped onto the couch, his legs hanging over one of the arm rests while he started to flip through the book, making good progress as it was one of his favorites. Something he'd read a million times, but that helped to ease his anxiety just a bit. He had a lot of coping mechanisms, maybe too many, but his therapist had told him that each was a step away from drugs and vandalism. Baby steps, in essence.
 

greybishop

Super-Earth
Joined
Jan 29, 2019
Location
USA East Coast
Name: Deke Lorton

Location & Time: The black van/Friday, 20 December 0648-0715

Tagging: Shaun, Cal

Wearing: His colors and a black long sleeved shirt, jeans and biker boots.

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When he saw Daddy-O drive off Deke grabbed his second Egg McMuffin and started wolfing it down; he figured Shaun would be giving them the thumbs up to go in any time now. The little sandwich wasn’t all that warm anymore, but he chased it with some coffee as he continued to mull over how to handle things that morning.

When he saw Junior come back from his run Deke reverted back to his initial “hard and fast” idea; just hit the fucking kid in the side of his head with his .38, or stick it in his face, or even better screw it into Mom’s ear in front of him, and that’d be the end of any tough guy shit from Junior. But would that really be the way to go with Soccer Mom or the girls? In his head he kept coming back to the fuck up that had been the gambling joint heist and he wasn’t so sure. But how else to work it?

He remembered talking to an intel weenie back in the day, who’d said he’d also been trained as an interrogator. They’d shot the shit about what’d gone on at Abu Ghraib and the dude had said that all the stripping guys nude, and the fucking dogs, and the water boarding and all the other shit that hadn’t come out, were just signs of desperate amateurs grasping at straws; that a real interrogator got inside his target’s head and got them to do what he wanted. At the time Deke had thought that was all bullshit, and that a steel pipe to the knees was still the best way to get someone to do whatever you wanted. But now he wasn’t so sure; maybe sometimes trying a carrot before the stick was the way to go? “Shit,” he thought “even if the carrot doesn’t work, you can still break the stick in half over their heads and shove the pointy end up their ass ‘til they bleed. All that takes is time, and Shaun says we’ll have plenty of that today.”

As he sipped the last of his lukewarm coffee Deke wished he’d gotten a third McMuffin. Then he chuckled to himself. “Maybe Mom’s fixed something good for breakfast. I wonder if she’ll be willing to share?
 

Ahlanna

Super-Earth
Joined
Sep 22, 2018
Name: Irina Caldwell
Location: Kitchen
Approximate Time: 6:48 AM
Wearing: White shirt and navy sweatpants
Tagging/Mentioned: Eric, Olivia, Sam, Baxter





"Bye, Dad! Don't work too hard - it's almost vacation time!"

Well, she's not skipping breakfast - one never knew when you'd need a burst of energy to get through some intractable problem. And now she has a nice toasty bagel which she can munch while waiting for bacon and eggs. Giving an impish little grin, she taunts, "C'mon on, Mom! How's she going to get likes from all the creepy stalker pedo guys?"

Once food is served, she scarfs it down quickly and enthusiastically. "Thanks, Mom! You're the best. Oh, when are we leaving tomorrow? I'm trying to update my sched for this evening." Not that she'd figured out whether to arrange time with Darren or not, but if she has to get up early, that'd be a good excuse to stall a meeting until after they're back from vacation. Once food is finished, she starts to head upstairs to see if the shower is free. Which, of course, it must be because Baxter is flounced on the living room couch as she reaches the base of the stairwell.

"Morning, Bax! What's got you all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed?" Not that Irina thought her brother looked especially vigorous this morning, but it was one of those white lies that would let him feel better about himself. And support was exactly what her brother needed to keep his life on track.
 

Falica

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Joined
Oct 2, 2018
Name: Olivia Caldwell
Location: Kitchen
Approximate Time: 6:49 AM
Wearing: White sweater and a pair of jeans
Tagging/Mentioned: Irina, Sam, Baxter

A typical morning like this was something she always loved. She appreciated the small things in life and after her rather tough time growing up it was something she wished her children never had to go through. Things were looking up and Olivia was going to keep it up. She was the mother and though she didn’t work, she wished to keep her house stable no matter the cost.

“Have a good day at work dear!” Olivia called out to her husband as he walked out, leaving her alone with her children. Numerous years of cooking had made it that she could cook rather quickly and keep the quality quite high as well. With breakfast complete, the house wife smiled as she placed a place in front of her two daughters along with a third plate for her son, chuckling all the while as she heard Irina’s words about her sister. Amusing as her words were, Olivia was still worried about Sam’s outfits and was quite serious that she change her attire.

“We’ll be leaving bright and early at 6 in the morning so make sure to get some good rest” Olivia said as she began to clean the pan that she used to cook. The water began to run as she cleansed the grease covered pan with the water, but she noticed Irina speaking to her brother and Olivia glanced over her shoulder at the male. “Baxter, you food is getting cold! Come eat” Olivia said. She knew things were complicated with her son, but she wanted to be there for him and help mend their relationship.
 

Colonel_Liam

Super-Earth
Joined
Sep 24, 2018
Name: Baxter Caldwell
Location: Living room to Kitchen
Approximate Time: 7:20
Wearing: Jeans and white t-shirt
Tagging: Irina, Olivia, Sam

Baxter looked up from his book, as Irina practically skipped into the room towards the stairs. He gave her a genuine smile. Though Irina was the well behaved middle child of the family, she had also been the family member who visited him the most, bringing him books and other little luxuries he was allowed to have while inside. He had looked forward to each of her visits more than he dared to say. Now that he was out they even went running together fairly frequently.

"I guess.. I'm kind of excited to go skiing with everybody." he said her, and stopped, surprised that he actually meant it. It had been slow going, but he WAS starting to feel a little bit more comfortable back in the house. He was glad that they were going to do something normal, a family vacation, maybe it would thaw things a little more. Maybe he would even reconnect with Sam and his father a little more.

Hearing his mother call from the kitchen he gave Irina an overdramatic eye roll. "You better hurry before Sam gets to the shower, I saved you some hot water, but I can't make promises for her." he said as he rose and made his way to the kitchen where he gave his mother a quick peck on the cheek. "Thanks for cooking mom." he said as he loaded a plate with eggs and toast, and just a little bacon. He glanced over at Sam as he sprinkled some salt and pepper onto the eggs. "Morning Sam, feeling warm this morning?" he attempted a joke, about her current state of dress on that winter morning.
 
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Mathim

Super-Earth
Joined
Nov 10, 2019
Name: Shaun Baptiste

Location/Time: The black van/Friday, 20 December, 7:25 AM.

Tagging: Deke, Cal.

Wearing: Jean, black turtleneck, glasses, backwards red baseball cap.

Deke was getting a little too antsy for Shaun's comfort but the moment was almost upon them and he didn't want there to be an argument or any conflict among the boys at this critical moment so he kept his concerns to himself. If shit went sideways, they could always just cut their losses, leave the family's bodies in the basement and steal everything they were after rather than having their little fun time...after killing Deke for fucking his months-long plan up, that is. But Deke did love his games and Shaun had to trust that the man would be careful enough to ensure he got the entirety of his goal and not just the consolation prize.

Shaun removed his stun gun from the charger and put it in his utility belt, tightened his shoulder holder, cocked his gun and set the safety as he put it there, checked his knife to see it it needed a last-second sharpening, but determined that everything had, as he was careful to ensure, been completely prepared. "Moment of truth, gentlemen." he smiled out of the corner of his mouth. The family wouldn't suspect a thing, the patriarch and main source of morale and biggest physical resistance now long gone, and the guys in the van as ready as they possibly could be. "Cal, drive. I've shut off all security feeds to the house so they won't even hear us pull up or see anything coming up the driveway." he pointed to the less frightening comrade of his.

"Deke, you've got the key to open the fence and go around the back to cut off any alternate escapes. I'm going through the kitchen patio door. Cal, you take the front door. No gunshots unless someone manages to get outside, only use the stunners or knives if you can't handle them without lethal force. Last resort only, of course." he reminded them of the plan once more, as adrenaline was running high and could impact memory without a refresher.
 
Joined
Nov 13, 2019
Name: Cal Cassel

Location / Time: Black van, December 20th, 7:30am.

Tagging: Shaun, Deke.

Wearing: Black boots, blue jeans, black t-shirt, black leather jacket.

At Shaun’s command Cal immediately rose to a crouch and slipped in to the driver’s seat of the van, fired up to be finally commencing this operation after weeks of planning, and hours of waiting in the cramped vehicle. The engine wheezed momentarily with the turn of the key but came to life with a rhythmic whir as he pumped the accelerator, sending a steady cloud of white exhaust in to the cold morning air. The tires groaned against the compacted snow as Cal turned the wheel and merged on to the side street to drive the few short blocks to the house, nodding at Shaun’s instructions as the group leader reiterated his plan of attack.

A knot of anxiety churned in Cal’s gut and his heart pounded against his chest as the they drew nearer the house. Thoughts of the beautiful girls he’d seen on the video feeds innocently going about their morning routine, completely unaware of what was about to happen to them raced through his mind.

He maintained the agonizingly slow school zone speed limit as he quietly spoke the passing house numbers aloud under his breath: “216... 218... 220... Boom, 222.” Rolling just past the clearance in the snow bank that marked the entryway to the drive, Cal glanced up at the picturesque home from his position on the street then smoothly backed the van in to the top of the driveway, ensuring that the rear license plate wasn’t visible to the road and a hasty get-away could be made if needed. A silence heavy with the finality of the moment filled his ears as he turned the ignition switch off and looked to Shaun and Deke, waiting for their signal to move.
 

greybishop

Super-Earth
Joined
Jan 29, 2019
Location
USA East Coast
Name: Deke Lorton

Location & Time: The black van to the back door/Friday, 20 December 0730 to 0735

Tagging: Shaun. Cal

Wearing: His colors and black long sleeved shirt, jeans and biker boots.

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Deke laughed and tossed his coffee cup out the window when he heard Shaun say ‘Moment of truth, gentleman;’ his response was a sarcastic “Aye aye Commodore, about time.” As he sheathed his knife Deke reminded himself (not for the first time) that Shaun seemed to be a classic backstabber and so regardless of any fun they were going to be having inside, there was no way he was going to turn his back on the little prick to be left behind (or worse) if shit broke bad.

When Cal drove the van up to the front gate Deke hopped out and said “Open sesame” before he started strolling through the snow towards the house’s back door; he was in no rush to get inside since they had all day, so he took a minute to relieve his bladder against Santa’s stupid smiling plastic face before he went to cover the house’s rear. Deke stood there in the cold for a few minutes, then got bored and decided to just kick the door in …
 
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