Voices rang out through the house, vibrations felt in the floors, it wasn't terrible uncommon of course in this certain house. You could say it wasn't a fully functional family though, if you could call it that. There were two parents, and two daughters, also expected, but this was a house of snakes. Currently, the one of the fathers, who you would better know as Jim Moriarty (yes, you read that right) was yelling at the younger of the two siblings. A girl named Shea. She was often getting yelled at, as she was quite stubborn and a bit of of a rebel. (I say a bit, but thats a bit of an understatement.) Her older sister, Ebony was much different. Very quiet and rarely got in fights, in fact she rarely stepped out of her room. You could say she was an introvert.
Anyway, setting the stage, Shea had chocolate brown hair and electric blue eyes that currently were aimed rather angrily at her Jim. He returned the look coldly, with the girls' other parent Sebastian Moran ready to spring into action if the argument turned into a brawl. Ebony looked more like her parents in that she had much darker hair and her eyes were incredibly dark, like her biological father's. She had very light skin, a result from staying inside so much, and from her mother, whoever she was.
From her room, Ebony could hear the loud ruckus downstairs and sighed. In their rather large living room, stood both parents and Shea. It was another typical argument, 'how they were never home', and 'how she deserved more, and that she's being too stubborn' and such. Trivial topics, but yet seem to be able to bring a house was a good thing they lived far enough from any civilization. It was a rich neighborhood, one with at least a mile between each house, one of those filled with trees and large houses, perfect for a consulting criminal and his family.
After much tribulation, a slamming was heard, and Shea sprinted out of the house and onto the street. Ebony looked out her window and could see Shea standing outside, not far away, under a street lamp. Sighing slightly, she closed her computer and stood up. She walked down the stairs, ignoring the bickering between the parents, and out onto the street. She had pulled on a sort of asymmetrical trench coat, (count on Ebony to always look somewhat suitable) but she quickly grabbed one of Shea's jackets on her way out. Walking over to where Shea stood, Ebony put the jacket over her shoulders and lead her silently over to a bench. They both sat down, Ebony with a hand around Shea's shoulders, Shea laying her head on Ebony's. They both where silent for a moment before Shea began to talk, as Ebony listened on (she was rather good at that). The two sisters were so different at times, that you wondered if they were even related but at times like these, you really knew. After what seemed to be days, but truly was only an hour, everything quieted down and the two returned to the house. The adults had disappeared from the front room and the house lights were turned down. They both took off jackets and shoes, and headed up the staircase together, finally separating to each their own room.