Chapter 1
AN1: I do not own anything from Red vs. Blue, or Roosterteeth. Bravo to those who created it; it is one of my most favorite internet shows. I DO, however own my storyline and OCs, and would like to remind people that not only is it against the rules of this website and all others, it is also very rude to steal other peoples' works -not to mention it tells others that you have a serious lack of creativity. (If my stories happen to reflect yours, I am very sorry, but I do my best to keep things from being similar, so if it is, it is simply coincidence; great minds think alike.)
AN2: This story takes pace slightly in the future –as does the series- yet maintains many things you see every day in the present. To be more specific, this story takes place seventeen years after the events of RvB assuming it doesn't take the characters on some other adventure that will last more than a couple of years. Also, if I don't know someone's real first or last name, I am just going to make it up; if I find out later, I will continue the story with the correct name(s). :D Enjoy
Oh, and one more thing. I feel the need to mention that most of my stories main characters will share some similarities. This is due to the fact that I tend to write them based on people I am familiar with. i.e. the lead females of both my stories so far are based on the general characteristics and appearance of my cousin. :) The others are generally
Caroline Alice Morrison
Age: 17
DOB: July 7
Height approx: 5,6
Hair: coppery-red/curly, wavy
Eyes: blue-grey
Nickname(s):
Parents: John Morrison, and Katherine Church Morrison
Leonard James Morrison
Age: 18
DOB: March 17
Height approx: 6,1
Hair: dark brown, black/straight
Eyes: green
Nickname(s): Lenny
Parents: John Morrison, and Katherine Church Morrison
William Edward McGraham
Age: 6
DOB: October 11
Height approx: 3,5
Hair: blonde/straight
Eyes: blue
Nickname(s): Will
Parents: Reginald (Reggie) McGraham(RT owned first name), and Lucy Crane McGraham
Dakota James/Montana Jeane
Age: 8
DOB: June 12
Height approx: 4,7/4,5
Hair: brown/very curly
Eyes: brown-hazel
Nickname(s): Koda/Tana
Parents: Jake Bennit, and Katie Dawson Bennit
George Washingon Keyes
Age: 17
DOB: November 3
Height approx: 5,11
Hair: medium brown/straight
Eyes: brown
Nickname(s):
Parents: David Keyes(RT owned first name), and Mary Marshall Keyes
Sarah Marie Dawson
Age: 13
DOB: April 13
Height approx: 5,0
Hair: Dusty blonde/ straight
Eyes: light green
Nickname(s):
Parents: Mark Dawson, and Kara Seamison Dawson
Terra May Keyes
Age: 16
DOB: May 9
Height approx: 5,7
Hair: blonde/loosely wavy
Eyes: hazel
Nickname(s):
Parents: David Keyes(RT owned first name), and Mary Marshal Keyes
Caroline's P.O.V. (Will be most of the time.)
It was the middle of winter in Kentucky; fourteen degree's outside and snowing. We'd gotten out of school early today, but I still had to be at work by four thirty. I worked at the local book store, in the coffee shop. I couldn't complain, I loved books and I loved coffee; not to mention I got pretty nice discounts on both. While I was always a happy person, I was normally fairly calm; today, however, I was literally bouncing in my seat as I drove down the street watching it snow. I had always loved snow and even though we saw enough of it every winter, I still couldn't help getting excited when it came.
I pulled into my usual parking spot and made a mad dash for the door; I had straightened my hair when I'd gotten home from my short day of school, and if that got wet, then I was in for a big fight; whenever my hair gets the slightest bit damp it frizzes out into a giant, curly, red afro.
When I made it in the door, I greeted my 'cousin' Terra who worked the check out. Of course we weren't real cousins, but our parents were very close and we had been raised together, so we acted like we were related; we even referred to each other's parents as 'Aunt' and 'Uncle'.
After grabbing my apron off its hook, I set to work on making sure everything was clean and in place after I'd relieved the last person working. I had been raised by parents who had both been active in the military, so order was second nature to me. Everything had a place it that small kitchen, and though most of the other employees didn't mind a little mess here or there, I made sure everything stayed neat and organized; that was why I worked the last shift of the day, every day except Sunday.
I had been there for about an hour, when my dad showed up. He was a retired military officer who now contented himself by working for the government as a network hacker, similar to what he'd done in the field; however, he hadn't had what he considered an assignment for almost three months, but that didn't cut his ridiculous government salary. In his spare time, he helped teach the local boy scouts, self-defense and survival skills along with mom. When my brother had joined boy scouts, both my parents had urged me to join girl scouts, but I wasn't about to have that; so I instead chose dance, karate, and horses.
"Hey, Caroline." Dad greeted me. "Care to get me a coffee?"
"Sure." I said moving to the coffee maker.
"So how was your excruciatingly long day of school?" He asked sarcastically, rolling his good eye. (Over the years he'd taught himself how to move just the good one, leaving his blind eye to stare at people in order to creep them out –something he enjoyed way too much.)
"Oh, 'twas absolutely the most horrid day I've ever experienced." I replied just as sarcastically, mocking my 'Aunt' Lucy's thick British accent to add a dramatic affect. I had definitely inherited my sarcasm from Dad.
He laughed and I handed him his coffee. There was hardly anyone in the store at the time, so I didn't feel guilty sitting down to talk with him. I loved to hear his tales about things that had happened when he was in service; many of the situations I found truly hysterical, and frequently questioned the validity of some of the stories (not that I'd ever tell him of course). Today, I settled for a retelling of the time my mom had kicked his butt in training. When he was done with that story, I thought of another request, but then noticed Terra's shift had ended, so I waved her over.
I stood and got her and I each a smoothie –Strawberry/Banana for her, and Pomegranate for me. After I had done that, she made a request for a story about her dad, knowing that my dad told the best stories, and that both our dads had worked together in the field. While my dad had mostly been in charge of security, hacking and intel, her dad had been in charge of, well, not much; Dad always jokes saying he was just kind of there.
We talked for a couple of hours with myself returning to the counter whenever I saw a potential customer and when the store closed at seven, the three of us caravanned to 'Aunt' Katie's and 'Uncle' Jake's house. They were the only couple, other than my parents, in our little 'family', who had worked together in the military –all my uncles, my parents, and my 'Aunt' Katie, had been together. When we arrived, Terra and I were greeted by our little 'cousins' Dakota and Montana; Jake and Katie's ten year old twins. They were the two craziest children I had ever seen. They only obeyed their mother and although they were generally well behaved, if they happened to get in a fight, something was bound to break; 'Uncle' Mark, Katie's own twin, said that they acted just like he and his sister had when they were growing up.
Once we had greeted everyone, we all crowded around the two dining room tables we had placed together, and had dinner. When that was over, most of the adults crammed into the living room to watch a recording of the previous Saturday's football game, since they had missed it for the little twins' birthday; other's remained in the dining room to talk. Terra took Dakota, Montana, and William, 'Uncle' Reggie's six year old son, up to the 'play room' to put together a puzzle; she'd always been great with kids, while I could barely stand them. The rest of us –my brother, Leonard, Terra's brother, George, 'Uncle Mark's daughter, Sarah, and I- all went to the family entertainment system, downstairs.
We had originally planned to play video games, but Sarah threw a little teenaged-brat fit anytime we wanted to play a game that she said her mom 'wouldn't allow her to play'. In reality, though, we all knew it was just that they either scared her, she didn't understand them, or she knew she would completely fail at them; she was so annoying sometimes.
We decided on watching a movie, and a short argument ensued between horror and action; action won in votes - honestly, my brother's the only one of us who watches scary movies; they're so predictable. When Sarah saw what movie we put in –Star Wars ep. IV- she loudly complained, "Why would anyone want to watch such a stupid old movie?"
"Oh, come on, Sarah." I said, trying my best to be nice. "Everyone likes Star Wars; it's a classic. Besides you've never even seen it, how do you know you won't like it?"
"Because it's old and nerdy. Besides its science fiction, and that means it's not real."
"Fine." George threw in. "If you want to watch something based on real life we'll watch one of 'Uncle Jake's old war movies." He smirked evilly.
"No, because those are too scary; besides, Mom says I'm not allowed to watch violent movies." She sniffed pompously.
"Or we could watch a boring documentary; those are really real life." Leonard added in.
"Yeah, and boring." She shot back.
"Well, what would you like to watch then?" I questioned in an exasperated tone, already guessing at her response.
"Something new, and popular, duh; like 'My First Crush'." She said making reference to the preteen Disney show that had really absolutely nothing to it except this girl narrating her diary. (AN: I just made that show up. XD Disney, if you like the idea, you can just give me the $$$$ even if I do love you. LOL)
I stifled a laugh, as she fluffed her hair, and hmfed; she was so different from her parents. "Fine, how about this." George asked, holding up a clear DVD case with 'old pictures' written sloppily on it in 'Uncle' Jake's handwriting. "If we can't decide on any movies, why don't we see what's on this?"
"UUMM, I think you might want to ask first." Leonard said snickering. "You never know what might be on that, and we would want to give Sarah real nightmares; or ideas." Everyone burst into laughter except Sarah, who stood there with a confused and grumpy look on her face.
Important: Hello to all my readers. I know I've been away for a while, but college is tough. Add that to a crazy job schedule and you basically expect daily chaos. I'm back now, and brain storming on both my stories and even considering some others. AND, I have a very important request for all of you. I'm asking you, yes you with your nose in a computer, phone, or any other tech device, to break out your drawing supplies. That's right, it's fan art time; all you have to do is draw one or more of my Ocs and send me a link through private messaging. Now, I know some people aren't comfortable with sharing their art to the general audience, so I'm starting a two way competition; one for those of you who don't want it to be shared, but want to be recognized as the best, and one for the person who wants to share it with all my other readers. It can be from either story, and may include non-Ocs as well. If you have any questions, just message me, or respond in the reviews. … I'm pretty sure there will be questions though, because I'm not to good at explaining this. The winners of each story and category (if there are participants in both) will be announced on the 1st of each month. So you all have the opportunity to win