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Post by Ben Patel on Jan 30, 2013 22:41:44 GMT -6
Ben sat at the table, staring in shock at Jenny's mother. Of all the reactions he could have expected, that definitely wasn't it. He knew she could be a little... judgey, sure, but he didn't know how anyone could sit there and speak that way to Jenny -- the kindest, sweetest person he knew. "We've talked abou--" he started to say before Jenny's mum cut him off. He wanted to explain that it wasn't like marriage was off the table, and anyway, they were completely committed to each other and had been for ages, with or without a piece of paper. Still, he was happy that Chastity managed to make his points far more effectively (and, well, profanely) than he would have and had to stop himself from standing on his chair and giving her a spontaneous round of applause.
His stomach suddenly dropped, however, at Jenny's little slip, those few words repeating in his head: inherit his werewolf condition. His goddamn WEREWOLF condition. After Jenny ran from the table, Ben felt a whole family's worth of eyes suddenly fall on him, and all he could do was silently stare right back. For every Sam or Kevin or Caleb who considered sharing a house with a werewolf to be a badge of honor, there were a dozen reactions like the one he was getting from Jenny's parents right now. He felt oddly calm and detached, however. Part of it was how surreal the situation seemed; part of it was knowing how hurt Jenny was and how she needed a stable rock right now. "I've had it for fifteen years now. It's... completely manageable," he started to explain slowly, though he was met with silence. He scratched behind his ear and laughed nervously. "Heh. Okay, wow, thanks for the dinner everyone, it was lovely, I'm just going to... exit, stage right..." he didn't know what else to say, instead gesturing vaguely to the door before getting up and awkwardly walking out.
Ben found Jenny on the stairs, flopped down next to her and quietly laced his hand with hers. "I couldn't stay there either. I thanked them for the meal and quoted Snagglepuss, soooo..." he trailed off softly.
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Post by Lacey Holloway on Jan 30, 2013 23:32:54 GMT -6
Lacey, now well into her sixth glass of wine for the evening, was livid. She could deal with her mother constantly telling her she should get a better job, or at least find a nice guy so she wouldn't have to die alone, for the love of God, oh and by the way, could she leave the house not looking like a common hooker for once?! But being mean to Jenny Holloway was like strangling a kitten with a bike chain and she wasn't going to stand for it. Apparently, Chas felt the same. She literally whooped in appreciation as her older sister kindly told their mother to shut it. She watched Jenny leave, closely followed by Ben, and spurred on by Chastity's speech, made her final decision: this was it, this was the night everyone would air their dirty secrets. They were going to pull an I'm Spartacus all up in this motherfucker. (Well, maybe. She'd never actually seen that film.) This Christmas, the drunk closet case who decided to get a little too revelatory was going to be the hero of the family! As if possessed by some outside force (probably alcohol, let's be real) Lacey found herself standing up and holding her empty glass out, loudly banging it with a spoon. "I have something to say! There's one member of this family who will never get pregnant out of wedlock, because... wait for it... Lacey is a lesbian," she announced with a dramatic hand flourish. "Like, not that I've done anything about it but I can't keep using that as an excuse not to tell people. I, uh, kissed a girl on Truth or Dare over the summer, I accidentally grazed a boob once..." she counted these experiences on her fingers, "Oh, and I have a dating profile on OKCupid that says I'm gay, which I've deleted in a panic and then re-activated on an almost weekly basis. Okay, I think I'm done. Surprise!"
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Jenny Holloway
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Music/Dance Teacher by day, Secret Novelist by night
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Post by Jenny Holloway on Jan 31, 2013 5:58:22 GMT -6
((ooc: Revelation time in the Holloway household - and, personally, I am loving it!))
Jenny appreciated her siblings’ own forms of defending her, even if she was entirely capable of voicing her gratitude to them at that present moment as she tore from the room before she said something else she could instantly regret blurting out. Sitting on the stairs she pushed the palms of her hands to her face to try to stop herself from crying, sniffing and looking up in surprise as Ben flopped down beside her, “I’m so, so, so sorry, I- I didn’t mean to tell them that!” an apology rushed out as she twisted her hands together in distress, until Ben simply laced his hand with hers and she frowned sadly up at him, “I’m sorry, it wasn’t my right to just blurt that out like that, I- I just panicked and she was being impossible and I panic when she gets all judgey like that and well… you saw what happens when I get panicked,” she explained.
“I’m sure they appreciated the Snagglepuss reference, and if not more fool them for not being Hanna Barbera fans,” the redhead piped up with a momentary glimpse of a fond smile before she sighed, turning serious once more. “Look, am I stupid because I thought she’d be happy like I was when I found out? Aren’t parents supposed to be glad to see their daughter in a committed relationship and starting a family with someone she loves?” she asked rhetorically. A crease of confusion lined her brow then as she considered her parents’ reaction - alright, her mother’s reaction mainly, her dad didn’t seem to have much to say, or else couldn’t get much of a word in edgeways thanks to her mother’s ranting. She couldn’t help but hear the commotion they’d escaped in the dining room as Lacey announced she was a lesbian, “They’re all coming to my defence, trying to take the spotlight off it all… I… I can’t go back in there but I…” she trailed off in a mumble, chewing her lip anxiously, “They’re being supportive. They don’t judge. Why can’t… why can’t my own Mum do that? Not announce she’s a lesbian, I mean, that would be odd considering but… oh don’t listen to me, I’m rambling,” Jenny sniffed once more, finally resting her head against Ben’s shoulder. “Thank you for sticking by me,” she added sincerely, “I really am sorry.”
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Post by Ben Patel on Feb 1, 2013 22:22:17 GMT -6
"It's fine. Seriously. Don't worry about me." Ben stretched his skinny cigarette-jeaned legs out in front of him, letting his feet dangle off the last step as he nodded, quietly letting Jenny vent her frustration with her parents. He looked up in curiosity as he listened to Lacey's slightly slurred, very loud announcement, and smiled slightly to himself. He wasn't the biggest fan of the Holloway parents right now, but it could never be said that the Holloway siblings weren't the fiercest, most oddly protective group he'd ever come across. "Has your mum... always been like this?" he asked tentatively. They had more than enough support from everyone else around them, certainly, but he wanted to believe that Jenny's mother would come around.
Ben put his arm around Jenny as she rested her head on his shoulder. "What, did you really think I was going anywhere?" he chuckled dryly. "Really, it's cool. It's just who I am, right? Look, I was going to tell you after we got home, but... I've registered with the Ministry," Ben stated. As a product of the Voldemort generation, she knew how difficult it was for him to put any trust in the government, and he still wasn't entirely sure it was a good idea. "The Werewolf Support Services bloke put me on this sliding payment plan for Wolfsbane and... it's going to get better, I think. And you know, I've been thinking about it a lot, lately. If our kid is like me, I don't want them to be scared or ashamed. I don't want them to feel like they have to hide who they are. All that they are. Skinny, ginger, ethnically ambiguous, prone to dance, if Sam's photo mashups are any indication they're going to bear a mild resemblance to E.T. and... they're going to be awesome."
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Post by Chastity Holloway on Feb 6, 2013 16:12:31 GMT -6
Lighting yet another cigarette, Chas gladly handed her sleeping son to Janis who knew that when the arguments started the safest place for her to be was as far away as possible, Chas had quite the temper and there was a chance that things would be thrown as was usually the case whenever she was arguing with Sean.
"Wow Mum, you just offended a werewolf....not your best move. Now who do you suppose he's going to come after on the full moon? Hmm?" Chas smirked, the look of absolute horror on her mums face was just too funny & the look only grew more comical when her baby sister stood up & announced that she was a lesbian, a fact that Chastity never knew and would never have guessed.
"Oh.My.God! You....you're a...you like...you're what?!" Chas stuttered, her eyes wide as she smiled at Lacey, "You dirty little bugger, I've gotten changed in front of you" Chas laughed, winking at her little sister before throwing the last of her packet of cigarettes to Lacey, a great honour if Chastity gave you one cigarette, let alone 6. "Well done you for having the courage to come out in such a judgemental family, commiserations that you'll never know the joy of cock" Chas gave a faux sad look before looking at her Mum, "And you thought my bastard children & Jenny's pup was shocking? Now you have a rugmuncher for a daughter...tsk tsk, what will they say at the social club?"
Pushing herself up from her seat, Chas took her plate of mince pies and shook her head once more at their parents before patting her sister on the shoulder, about a close to a hug as Chastity was comfortable giving anyone, "Come on, lets go celebrate your sexuality" before moving out to the hall, pushing the plate of mince pies into Jenny's hands, "Congrats you two, I for one will be very proud to be that puppys auntie, Im going to get pissed....coming?" she asked with a smile, ruffling Ben's hair & patting Jenny once on the head before locating her coat & putting it on, "Children! We're fucking off now...come on" she shouted loudly, blowing smoke out of the side of her mouth before stepping out into the cold night.
(ooc. Hope this is ok, if I remember right, Chas always teases Ben about his furry little problem & will now constantly call their kid "Pup" or "Puppy")
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Jenny Holloway
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Music/Dance Teacher by day, Secret Novelist by night
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Post by Jenny Holloway on Feb 18, 2013 17:54:45 GMT -6
“No, it’s not, it’s not cool for me to just blurt out things like that! I’m so sorry, honey,” Jenny apologized again, feeling utterly terrible for what she’d said, as she looked down at her hands and realised they were shaking. Whether out of sadness or frustration she wasn’t quite sure, in that moment, and it was an odd feeling for her to be experiencing anything akin to anger. She sniffed loudly and shook her head, biting her lip, “No… yes… I mean… I don’t know, for as long as I can remember she’s always been a bit… judgey. But I always thought that’s just because she wanted the best for her children, she didn’t want them to make ‘bad life choices’ or whatever, she wanted to make sure we were firmly on the straight and narrow. But we’re adults now, she doesn’t get to make choices for us and then act outraged when we don’t do things the way she wants us to.”
She snuggled into his shoulder, gently twining his free hand with both of hers, “I’m just glad you’re still here. I wouldn’t blame you if you just ditched, to be honest,” she admitted with a choking sob that was meant to be a laugh but got caught somewhere along the way. Jenny suddenly straightened then, glistening eyes widening in surprise at his announcement, “You’ve registered? Oh Ben, I… that’s… that must have took a lot of courage,” the redhead commented quietly with a small smile, listening as he talked of their unborn child, “I love you,” she said simply in response, her small smile now an obviously wide grin. “They are going to be fantastic. And if they’re not a dancer I’m going to seriously question the way genetics work because, come on, that’s in both of us, Mr Smooth Moves,” she teased him, nudging him softly in the side but the smile she wore was genuine and full of fondness for him right then as she rested her head gently on his shoulder again.
Jenny was somewhat startled then as Chas appeared, pushing the plate of mince pies she’d made into her hands, “Oh!” she gasped in surprise, bolting upright then from her slumped over position against Ben, “Chas!” she exclaimed, eyes wide as her sister called their baby a ‘puppy’. It was a very Chastity thing to say, she couldn’t begrudge her that, she had to admit as she relented then and merely grinned, “Thank you. And yes… I’m coming to watch you get drunk, anything, please just… take me away from here before I have to face her again,” she begged, the doe eyes well and truly out then as she looked up at her big sister, before she got to her feet and rushed to locate her own coat and scarf.
((ooc: Okay so I’m like uber late but pff, she’s here and… out off to watch her sister get pissed it seems haha, nice alternative Christmas plans really. Also I love that Chas would call their kid a puppy, she has to solely refer to them as that, it would be so funny to see Jenny tense up every time she does it! I have a feeling like Mason would hear about this little nickname and join in tbh.))
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Post by Lacey Holloway on Feb 18, 2013 21:19:57 GMT -6
"UGH!" Lacey finally shouted, getting up from the dinner table so she didn't have to hear another one of her mother's rationalizations. 'You can't just give up and become a... a lesbian! I'm sure you'd attract a man if you just softened your personality... what about that nice Marcus boy?' She caught Chastity's packet of cigarettes and smiled cheekily at her sister's comment. "Oh, I think I'll manage."
"LACEY OUT!" she shouted before running along after Chas, not even bothering to button her coat up before storming out the door. "Come along, you unwed breeders," Lacey yelled at Jenny and Ben from the front step, grinning, "Jen can't drink, so Chas and I are getting pissed for three, yes? Four if we count the pup," she noted while smiling knowingly at her sister, tossing her scarf over her shoulder before marching in the direction of the nearest pub.
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