With all the rain that was gained between June 30 and yesterday, Eshal had more than ample opportunity to pick on them. While she had her run-ins with he, Lhaklar, and Hazaar, she seemed to be more focused on Guyunis—a feat that was both easy and hard for her, considering that one or the other of them was home on the days that it wasn't raining to keep an eye on her. Due to the weather, and to his getting enough CDs and models to keep him busy for a while, Guyunis barely went out—he only went out on the first and sixth; even though Eshal was stinking the place up, and making their life a living hell, he stayed home on the third and eighth, which were both precipitation free and moderate in temperature.
On the fifth of the month, after the rain slowed to a "mild" drizzle, Lhaklar braved the weather to go get his monthly usuals. Eshal, as expected, was waiting for him when he returned. Lhaklar had an armload of stuff on him that Eshal did more than point at—the many magazines were grabbed and then thrown, and the box that contained model paints and glue was knocked from his arms, and the four models were grabbed at; if not for their father, their sister might of destroyed all of what their brother came in with. Lhaklar spent around half of his given allowance, and about twenty or so euros of what he made while on the "job", on what he purchased; Eshal scoffed at him for his doing that then started saying that he should be ashamed of himself for spending the money that he made for the family via "cashiering" on himself. Lhaklar, while being vocal, and showing defense of both himself and his purchases, had remained mature by keeping his movements and words low—he avoided any true physical abuse, and he called their father into the situation before it got nasty.
Hazaar and Lazeer were wise in spell-sending the stuff that they bought that'd get them by for the month home while he and Guyunis did as Lhaklar did in coming home with it all. Eshal left Guyunis alone on the first, third, sixth, and eighth, yes, but that didn't mean that she didn't leave him, or Lhaklar or Hazaar, alone.
On the sixth, after coming home from his trip to Elchesheim-Illingen, then putting his purchases on the coffee table, he got the urge to pee. While he was taking care of that issue, Eshal was going through his things. Naturally, he had all of his hunting magazines, and his one knife and pornographic magazine, in the pile; while he wasn't fully in on the model building thing, he also bought himself two models—on a spree, since it was raining a lot and he needed something more than video gaming, music listening, tv watching, or magazine reading to do. The bag of pot, that he got from Amsterdam, was already spell-sent home, so Eshal didn't find or bite his head off on that. While Eshal slid the hunting and knife magazines to the side, she both grabbed and was vocal on the pornographic magazine. After taking it up, she rushed it over to their father then started squealing on what she found and on it needing to be gotten rid of and fast. Their father surprised both him and her by simply taking it then walking it back to the pile—his magazines, the model of a witch that was sitting on a cauldron and holding a white towel to her naked body, and the model of a hula girl that was both playing a ukulele and in the process of losing her grass skirt were all carted up to his room right after he came out from the can then saw what was going.
He made good off the stuff that he sold at the flea market—€85, with ten of it being given to Hazaar, who claimed to need some cash for his pets' vitamins. He used the rest of what he made on himself. While he spent most of what he made on some mid-grade pot, €25 went towards this cooler than cool sword—while its handle was leather-stacker, its blade was both bronze-like but stainless steel; what got him on the piece was the fact that it had sharks teeth all along the edges. The sheath, while leather, was also decorated with sharks teeth. His brothers, and mother, were more than shocked after seeing it... the old man, while also impressed with it, had, thankfully, not asked if it was for sale or if he was looking to get rid of it. Eshal had looked very uninterested in the whole ordeal about the thing, so she missed out on seeing it—which, considering how she was with him and his brothers, Guyunis especially, he was perfectly fine with.
"Hazaar received permission to do a hunt in India on the ninth; Eshal did more than throw herself at him after he came home. He wasn't even allowed to unwind, or take in a breath before finding himself as having to swat at her hands, which were being run over him."
Eshal claimed to be checking him over for injuries while Hazaar claimed that she was trying something else—their father, who was down in the room that came off the basement, pumping iron and trying to be a bit normal, was fast in both getting between them and figuring out what was going on. The man mustn't of liked what he saw in the memory that Hazaar let him view because he more than bit Eshal's head off for her actions with him. A near-similar event happened the following day, after both he and Lhaklar received permission to do a hunt in Africa. Once night fell on June 28, 30, and July 11, Eshal turned her trouble-seeking eyes towards either he or Hazaar—they were either watching something on their room's tv or joshing around, and trying to air out their stresses by being a bit boisterous towards one of the friends that Lhaklar was allowed to have over on them nights.
As far as he could tell, Lazeer was still friends with Eli Mendelsohn—the two were talking on the phone a few days ago, and Lazeer did say that he had plans to go with Eli to the public pool today.
Hazaar had plans to use his remote-control helicopter today, while he was hoping to spend some time with Angus and Aubin. He wasn't sure on what was to happen with Lhaklar or Guyunis that day—neither had spoken a word on what they were going to do during breakfast, which had only just concluded about fifteen minutes ago. Their father was fast in saying that he was to stay at home and help their mother around the house; Eshal was told to leave the house, and to not come back to it for at least two to three hours that day, right after he spoke of his plans. Unless Eshal was planning on sticking around the front or backyard, which their mother was fast on drying with her powers after hearing that she was to receive "the boot" from the house, she was to spend some time on her own in town—he was surely not going to let her hang around him today, and he had a feeling that his brothers felt the same way. With the way Eshal was acting over the last month and a half, none of them really wanted her around them.
"Ma told Mr. Ballal some of what's going on under the roof of this place but she didn't tell him all of it—she left out how Eshal refused to get in on the festivities of Guyunis's birthday, and on how she was with me, Lhaklar, and Hazaar on the days that she targeted us, and on the blackmail that she tried to pull on Lhaklar on the thirteenth... but that's okay, seeing as her concern levels on Guyunis are as high as they are, and seeing as she's as frustrated as she is." Bile thought before checking his pockets for his house keys, and wallet. After seeing that all was on him that needed to be on him, he left the house then went to do as he spoke of doing during breakfast.
He presumed that, with the opening and then closing of the door, his oldest son left the house to do as he said he was going to do today. It looked like Hazaar's plans for the day were given a small change just recently, while everyone else's was still the same. Right after hearing that the front and back yards were dry, Hazaar dropped his whirlybird-thing, and its remote, on the dining room table then ran upstairs—something pertaining to his son's cooters was going on upstairs, which he was a trifle bit curious about.
Lazeer, who had a duffel bag that contained a towel, a change of clothes, and a few other items that weren't disclosed, was just now going past. While he was mortified over his son, who still sported that gash across his left eye, which was still taking its sweet time in healing, swimming in a pool that's water was filled with unknown chemicals and teaming with whatever bacteria that came from the ones that were swimming in it, he was trying to be positive—if anything happened, his son knew where home was and, above all, where his parents and the house's medicines were. His youngest-born son was leaving the house at the same time that Eshal did. He was glad to see that his daughter was doing as he told her to and he was also glad to see that the last two days were calm and peaceful. Most of the days of the current month weren't good for him or his family... It was nice to see that a little bit of cooperation with his young getting along, and that the house's atmosphere was tranquil instead of full of tension, was happening.
He never wanted to go through what he and his had gone through again. The life of a conqueror was suppose to be hectic and stressful when he was either at work on one of his realms or battling to either protect a realm that was in his control from one who wanted to take it from him or add more territory to his name; it wasn't suppose to be hectic and stressful at home, where he, or she, was suppose to be more rested and have a sort of "vacation" from work. With all of what Eshal had caused her brothers to go through in the last month and a half, he was seriously considering about giving them a little extra dough to blow on whatever they wanted in town. Eshal had, sadly, created a lot of trouble for not only herself but for him, which made him feel both enraged and frustrated, because the initiative of their stay here was now farther away instead of closer. Oh, he had managed to be a sport in returning Guyunis's many left-behind books to him, and in sticking up for him when his daughter started pestering him, but their relationship was still much the same. The only thing different about the boy was the fact that the curious look, that he use to have to him, where he looked to want to engage him in conversation, and wanted to know more about him, was gone. He was hoping that, in the not so distant future, it'd return and that he'd go on and do it—following Guyunis's birthday, he really wanted to get to know him.
"Knock the chip from your shoulder, Eshal." he remembered telling his daughter on more than two occasions during Guyunis's birthday.
Instead of wanting to learn more about the boy that'd be moving in with them in a couple of months, and getting in with the excited antics of the day, his daughter mostly sat in the living room. If she wasn't watching the tv, or looking out the window, she was waiting for one of her brothers to come into the room—instead of being the smart and mature teenager that he knew she was, she was much like a lion on the prowl. After the main meal, which was the mushroom cuisines, was prepared and then slid into the oven, Guyunis and the rest of the boys were called into the living room; the gifts were given to the boy at exactly ten-o-five in the morning. While Eshal looked bored while Guyunis was getting his gifts, he was taking notes on how the youngster reacted to what he was given.
"Looks like he's much like Bile in the music department—anything loud, noisy, or that'll put a good hurt in on the inner ears sometime down the road seems to be his preference." he remembered thinking after the CDs were received. When the guitar was brought out, shown, and then given to its new owner, he thought this, "The mansion will definitely not be the same with one of the boys having that!"
There were a lot of things that he learned on the day that the boy progressed a year. One of them wasn't fully focused on the boy who turned a whole year older; Angel seemed to be surprised over the fact that Guyunis liked musical instruments, and was so keen on wanting to learn how to use one. Like his wife, he wasn't about to believe Lhaklar for a minute if he came out in saying that he found the guitar that he gave to Guyunis in the dump, or was given it for cheap. The B.C. Rich was too nice of an instrument to be thrown away or given to someone for less than a hundred dollars. Unlike his wife, who seemed to not be putting much effort into finding where it came from, or where the revenue for it came from, he was trying to drill their son for intel on how he gained the instrument—he was being smart in his questions but Lhaklar seemed to be smarter in knowing what he was trying to get from him. That was just as surprising as Hazaar's interest in wanting grilled leg of lamb, with streamed potatoes and carrots, for his birthday dinner; he had definitely not expected for his boy to put him off this long on getting the answers on that instrument.
"And motorcycles. Guyunis seems to get more and more unlike his father every day." he thought after the boy received the models that revolved around motocycles.
And his older half-brother, for that matter. While his father, the Fiercesome DuruVile Bolushi Surfeit, had a few motorcycles in his garage, he barely used them. He preferred his MarBenEdes over the other cars that he owned and used, and he seemed to have an issue in anyone in his family being an active user of the motobikes that they owned and drove. Guyunis's father only had one motorcycle in his garage, which was collecting a lot of dust due to being purchased and then stored in the building that was close to the house that its owner lived in. While he had a few motorbikes in his garage, he, too, was more preferring to the four-wheel vehicle that had a top and four sides to it. Of the ones in his family, it was really only Triskull who owned and used a bike for his primary vehicle. If not for the DNA results, that came from his grandfather's crazy DNA collector, he would really start to wonder if Guyunis wasn't Triskull's son—while the results showed that Triskull wasn't the boy's father, they did show that he was related to him... which was how they discovered that he was also a Surfeit. Angel was the one who put out the suggestion that all of them—him, Kuruk, his and Kuruk's father, and Trobrencus and his grown son, Trivit—to take the test to see who the father was. It was only after his father's results came in saying that he was a 99.99% match to Guyunis that they turned their attention to his grandfather, who refused to have any part in the traditional DNA testing. Apparently, the man had his own DNA testing kit in his ship; he went to collect it, then came back after being let back in the shield that was over Elchesheim-Illingen, then had his and Guyunis's blood tested through it—the paternal results, that came back from that machine, had shown conclusive proof that ShaamVile Kondee Surfeit was the boy's father.
The items that Eshal found at the dump for Guyunis—a sort of cuckoo clock, that looked rather tacky, but that Guyunis seemed to like, and a strange poster that, again, Guyunis seemed to like—were given to Guyunis after most of the festivities of the Big Day were done. From what his daughter told him, both items were up in the boy's room—regardless of the crap that Eshal gave him, Guyunis hadn't taken them down or thrown them out.
"Take it that you've forgotten what happened on the secondth of last month?"
"No,"
"Learned a lot about your mother on that day. She's a fiery one, and not one to cross, and can do well in taking care of both herself and her young on her own without any male party being involved to help her."
"Yes,"
"And your brothers—along with being a strong bunch, they're very normal for their age-range."
"Mhmmm."
"Don't suppose you miss home, and are trying to hurry our time here so you can get back to it?"
"I do, and I want to get back to it faster than what we are."
"The way that you're trying to hurry that process along isn't the way to do that. Been wondering if you're just going through the motions of having a lot of brothers to contend with, and are trying to find your place among them, for a while now—the boys don't look to be a crowd that's all that difficult to mingle or get along with, so I can't understand why you're acting the way you are. Enlighten me on what you're doing with your brothers, Guyunis included, and on why you can't just get along and be in peace with them."
The reply to his question on what was up with her was fast in coming. Eshal, though vague in her response, left more than enough clues on why she was acting the way she was with the boys. Along with speaking his peace on what was going on, he gave her a good piece of his mind on her behavior and on the consequences that could befall her is she continued doing as she was. Along with leaving her in the living room in tears, he left her with a small threat—if she didn't stop it with her brothers, another month would be tacked to their stay... and she'd be grounded for more than two weeks, with no cellular phone usage, allowance-giving, opportunities to write in her diary, or chances to sit down and take in a good, long, soothing breath.
They were here to regain the connection to their family, and to become established with Guyunis so, when the move to Moas was done, he wouldn't be but so freaked out; with Eshal's actions, she was preventing this from happening. Now that Daddy had spoken his mind on things, and learned that she wasn't just going through the motions of having more than two younger brothers to contend with, or exhibiting the typical signs of sibling rivalry with her brothers, he felt foolish and angered—instead of doing these things, Eshal was picking on her brothers for being what they were. She had also tried to play the role of one who pulled blackmail on another to get what they wanted.
"Mam, are you aware that Lhaklar's been swimming, in the nude, with female teenagers who are also naked?" he remembered Eshal asking her mother a few hours after she was spotted as trying to steal Guyunis's guitar.
Angel didn't know the happenings of April 8, where Lhaklar and Guyunis were seen as being with a group of teenagers who were skinny-dipping in the Scheidgraben river. Despite this, she didn't get on Lhaklar or Guyunis all that hard for what they did. She spoke with them on this, and learned that they were just doing something that other teenagers were doing in swimming in a free-way in some water source, but she didn't snap or ground them for any length of time. Angel simply heard what Eshal told her then nodded her head. She spoke to Lhaklar and Guyunis about an hour later on what she learned then she went on with the rest of her day. When Eshal tried blackmail again, this time concentrating on when Lhaklar infiltrated his ship on the first of February, a little more reaction from her was gained... but it didn't go in his daughter's favor, though. Angel, more or less, targeted him for attacking their son, who was disguised as him at the time, and then their two sons for one of them being caught and for the other disguising and then getting into a fight with a grown man who could of killed him.
He sat Eshal down about an hour and a half after her second attempt at blackmailing her brother was done. A lot was spoken on, and was gotten from both of their chests, and a lot was promised if events didn't change for the better. After getting on his daughter for her actions over the last month and a half, he went to the kitchen, where his wife and sons were—at the time that he was talking to Eshal, they were having dessert; due to Eshal's actions, she wasn't allowed to have any of what was served for that night's dessert course and, really, with his being in the mood that he was in, neither was he.
"Eshal, while being close to me, isn't that close as to be called my shadow, or a shadow-induced homebody. She has friends, and knows where she's allowed to travel to, and, except for in a few areas, has no limitations on where she can go, or what she can do on the property that the mansion's built on." he thought before taking his cellular from his inside jacket pocket. He wondered who it was that was texting him at this hour in the morning before shutting his thinker off then flipping the top of his phone down then taking in what was sent to him.
July 16, 4101, 9:05 AM
Ubalki, Cheshire Keueitt; 912-767-0956
You went against law in going elusive on us. What's going on? Everyone alive and well, or is something up for you to not send us correspondence?
His response was worth ten texts. He told his stepfather all of what was going on under the roof that his wife owned, and that he and his were living under, then he waited for the response. Naturally, since he sent so many texts, it took the man a while to read and then respond to them. When the follow-up text was received, he opened then read it.
July 16, 4101, 9:19 AM
Ubalki, Cheshire Keueitt; 912-767-0956
Normal sibling rivalry is one thing and the uncalled for bullying that you described in your messages is another—do hope that you told her that, and that she should know better than to bully someone who's got a record for abuse like Guyunis does.
July 16, 4101, 9:23 AM
Surfeit, TazirVile Lajoshu; 771-543-3842
Yes, I told her that, along with the usual of not now or after subsequent children are born or ever am I to allow for one of my children to bully one of their siblings or make them feel as if they are low on the totem pole. Each of my children are equal in status—made sure to tell that to both her and the boys the morning following my getting on her.
July 16, 4101, 9:28 AM
Ubalki, Cheshire Keueitt; 912-767-0956
You also speak with her on the music interests of the boys? No one can be the same, or like the same as others.
July 16, 4101, 9:32 AM
Surfeit, TazirVile Lajoshu; 771-543-3842
Yes. I'm not about to get on or tell them to stop listening to what they've learned to like—Eshal's to start doing this now or there'll be consequences on the next offense. She'll just have to accept that they're different than her and that, when we're all on Moas again, her brothers are going to continue listening to their music and that she, I, and my staff will, on certain occasions, hear it from the room that its owner is in.
July 16, 4101, 9:40 AM
Ubalki, Cheshire Keueitt; 912-767-0956
Good to hear that I'm not speaking with your father.
Funny—his father and stepfather had never gotten along. While Cheshire simply went along with things whenever his father was around, his father was quick to either open his mouth on certain areas that the man did, or allowed, or he targeted him on certain things that shouldn't be targeted on. Cheshire Ubalki was a good man who had a good patient and understanding side to him; he was more than glad to have him as his Stepper, and that his mother met and then married him. From what he was told, his mother met Cheshire one day when she was running errands. A mutual attraction was discovered between them; after being friends for a few years, they started dating then, about twenty or so years later, the ring was presented then the nuptials were done. The two were a match made in heaven—it was quite apparent on how they acted around one another on how much they loved each other.
The Ubalki's, much like the Surfeit side of his family, didn't know about the pet situation that was going on with his sons; he contemplated for just a second on whether to break the news to the man on what his sons had acquired as pets before deciding to do the same with them on keeping them in the dark on the issue. Unless the subject came up, or they came over and saw the animals then started questioning them, he'd speak none on the pets that were owned by his sons and that were to also be moved to Moas.
"Them damn critters of Lazeer's have multiplied again." he thought after sending a follow-up text to his stepfather, then receiving a response to it in prompt order.
Lazeer, just before the first of the month rolled in, went out to get one of his species of critters a new cage. Along with being a lot bigger than the original one, it had a large water bowl that had a sort of aquatic plant in it. His... "Emperor Newts" must of been waiting for him to get that cage, and then move them to it because, on the morning following his getting that cage, then setting it up for them, then putting them in it, two of them laid a slew of eggs either in or near the water dish. His son was back to using the original container for them animals—he moved the adults to it, as a way to keep them from eating or trampling the eggs or what may or may not hatch from them. After relocating the adults, he took the cage that the eggs were in then moved it to his closet, where he said the eggs might "incubate" better, and the young might be better maintained after they leave their eggs. On estimate, he had around fifty or so eggs in that cage; if half to nearly all of them hatched, he feared that he'd encounter a bit of an issue in keeping up with their care—this was brought up the morning following their discovery. Lazeer claimed that he had plans to release all but a couple after the hatching and then "metamorphosing" into miniature forms of their parents occurred.
"According to the book that I withdrew from the library yesterday, they might be lighter or darker than their parents."
"Will you be able to tell which are the boys and which are the girls?"
"With their being smaller than an inch, no."
"Going to jus-k-t free-pick on who you're to keep, or are you basing wha-k-t you're to keep on their colors, or how big-k they are?"
"Think I'll do both."
That conversation, he remembered, happened after he asked his son about what he was going to do with his critters' babies. Guyunis and Lazeer had spoken on the issue of what was kept and what wasn't for about five minutes before going back to their meal. Lhaklar, though looking to be relieved over hearing that his brother wasn't to keep all of the babies, had spoken on his brother needing to separate the males from the females so further babies wouldn't be born, and so the population could be better maintained. Angel was fast in silencing him, and in saying that Lazeer was the one to make that decision. Angel seemed to be fine with the animals in the house replicating, and with the boys going out to release the ones that were captive bred. In all honesty, he was fine on the former rather than the latter—after the move to Moas was done, the captive-bred individuals couldn't be released to the wild; they could be sold, or simply culled, but they couldn't be released. They could do damage to the already present lifeforms that were on the planet if they were.
July 16, 4101, 9:54 AM
Ubalki, Cheshire Keueitt; 912-767-0956
While it's nice to hear from you, and what all you've gone through this past month and a half, I need to speak with you on me coming over and spending time with the grandkids.
July 16, 4101, 9:57 AM
Surfeit, TazirVile Lajoshu; 771-543-3842
Seeing as how Guyunis is right now with me, I'm not so sure that now is the right time. Maybe you, and Mother, and your children can do so in the next couple of months to year or so.
July 16, 4101, 10:05 AM
Ubalki, Cheshire Keueitt; 912-767-0956
And, by then, I'll be experiencing certain issues that'll drive my family insane. Didn't say that I wanted to come over right away, but I would prefer to come over and see the boys, and Eshal, sooner than what you've mentioned.
July 16, 4101, 10:10 AM
Surfeit, TazirVile Lajoshu; 771-543-3842
What do you propose?
July 16, 4101, 10:17 AM
Ubalki, Cheshire Keueitt; 912-767-0956
Let things drop to a very comfortable level, and let Guyunis get use to and gain a relationship with you, before dropping a line and saying that my ticket's ready. I won't stay for months on end, but I will promise to be there for a month or two.
July 16, 4101, 10:22 AM
Surfeit, TazirVile Lajoshu; 771-543-3842
Let me speak with Angel, and get her opinion on this; I'll get back to you on your proposal soon.
July 16, 4101, 10:26 AM
Ubalki, Cheshire Keueitt; 912-767-0956
Excellent. Hoping that she agrees because I'd like to see and spend some time with her too. She is my daughter-in-law, after all, and we do need to do a rekindling of our relationship as well.
July 16, 4101, 10:22 AM
Surfeit, TazirVile Lajoshu; 771-543-3842
Seeing as you are who you are, I don't think she'd be against you coming over to see her and the kids. Unfortunately, I need to go now. Lhaklar and Guyunis are trying to steal down the hallway that the front door is on; need to intercept and then see what they're up to.
July 16, 4101, 10:32 AM
Ubalki, Cheshire Keueitt; 912-767-0956
Thank you, and good luck on intercepting them two grandkids of mine. Tell everyone hi for me.
"Ahem, where are you two headed?" TazirVile asked the two boys that were trying to steal past. He closed his phone then placed it on the table.
"Ah man!" Lhaklar mock cried.
"You said we wouldn't be seen!" Guyunis elbowed Lhaklar in the ribs playfully.
"Boys," the long, drawn-out call made them snicker; Lhaklar was a little slow in responding to it.
"There's a movie being played in Rastatt that we, and some of my friends, would like to see." Lhaklar said after getting control of himself.
"What's the name of this movie?" TazirVile asked.
"Them!—it's one of them old movies that's been dug from archives then shown in certain theaters where its thought a decent amount of money will be made from it" Lhaklar explained.
"You two sure you're going to a theater, and not to some location that you're trying to pull off as being a theater?" TazirVile asked.
"Yes." Guyunis was fast in saying.
"Alright. Have fun in what you're to watch. Don't spend too much on what the venue's offering in junk food, and don't get into trouble."
The old man was probably too shocked over hearing that Guyunis spoke to him to ask any further questions, or get up then give the signal that he was to follow them to their destination. While the 1954 film, Them!, was being shown in one of Rastatt's two movie theaters, they weren't to just watch it... or get in the traditional way to do so. In order to watch it, and the film that came on after it ended, they were going to sneak in via the back door then claim a seat on the balcony—Jarvis and his girlfriend, who knew nothing on her fella's activities on the nineteenth of last month, were to meet them there.
The trip to the theater wasn't pre-planned—Jarvis, about ten minutes ago, threw two to three pebbles at his bedroom window and he, who was thinking about grabbing the book that Hazaar gave to him on Christmas, then getting a hard-on while reading/looking at it, had gone to investigate what he wanted. After hearing what Jarvis and Ivonne were up to, and what films they were about to see, and what they were to do after the movies were done in being watched, he agreed to both go with them and bring Guyunis with him. After going across the hall, then telling Guyunis what was up, then seeing that he was interested in coming, he led them down the stairs; after exiting the stairs, they spoke on how they were going to get past the old man and on, if they were caught in trying to sneak out of the house, what they were to say if they were caught. So far, everything looked to be going well—they were out of the house, and were teleporting to their destination, and they had no adult figure with them to "keep them anchored".
"Both are Sci-Fi's, righ-k-t?" Guyunis asked after they teleported to the FORUM Rastatt movie theater, which looked relatively new among the old buildings that were around it.
"Yeah, the second one was released in 1972." Lhaklar replied.
"Cool."
The brick to brick and vinyl buildings, that surrounded the theater, looked relatively city-like and cozy while the theater, which looked to be made out of all glass, didn't. The booth, that was just under the overhanging roof, had glass windows on three of its four sides; the human, that was manning it, was ugly and mid-aged. They automatically knew they couldn't bypass him. After stealing around the building's side, and trying their best to not trip up on the ancient cobbled walkway that was under their feet, they started looking for a door to go in. It took them all of a minute to locate an exit that they could use—either Jarvis and Ivonne were already inside, and had looked out for them by propping the door open with a piece of wood, or the janitor left it open so he wouldn't have to worry about the hassel of opening and then closing it. They opened the door, then went in, then halfway closed it behind them—who knew, maybe someone else might want to see the building's movies and didn't have the cash to do so or something.
Once in the building, they went along with the humans as if they were given entrance via the booth's proprietor. He got himself an Icee, a small container of popcorn, and, at the last second, a box of Cookie Dough Bites; Guyunis also got himself an Icee, and a small container of popcorn, but he skipped on the Cookie Bites. He got a box of Sour Patch Kids instead. Once their drinks and snacks were purchased, and they were on their way to the room where the movies were being played in, they felt calm and very blended into their environment—getting into the room was easy, as was the chore of finding the stairs that'd take them to the balcony and then finding themselves a seat.
Javis and Ivonne, and two of Jarvis's friends, were seen about a minute to two minutes later; they relocated to where they were then simply sat back and waited for the two movies to be shown.
"Take it that the Board Police are looking for either you or Ivonne?" Lhaklar asked after getting himself situated.
"Probably." Jarvis replied, with a wink. There was a large cup of Coca-Cola in the cup holder of his seat, which had a single straw in it; on his lap sat a medium-sized container of popcorn, which Lhaklar knew was for himself and his girlfriend.
"Never is very hard to get in here. Getting snacks when the old man, and the dupe that he hired for security detail, are around is, though." one of Jarvis's friends said.
"Yeah, and it's not easy on one's wallet when they have a certain someone who about cleans them out when they get to the snack bar either." Jarvis joked. Ivonne, who had two boxes of snowcaps on her lap, and an open box of Gummy Worms in one of her hands, gave him a slap on the arm regardless of his joke.
"You hardly spent a coin while at the snack bar." Ivonne said.
"Yeah, because I took everyone's order then "snuck" what was wanted under the counter." the second of Jarvis's friends said.
"Dude! Reimburse us!" Guyunis shot in a joke-like manner.
"What'd you two spend? While at the bar, I managed to sneak €75 from one of the registers, so I can gladly reimburse you for what my old man jipped you on."
"€11 euros for him, €14 for me." Lhaklar replied.
While he was aware of Jarvis having other friends besides Seth, Astor, and Abelle, he didn't know that he had befriended the son of the theater's owner, or someone that was a school drop-out. Judah Sachs, the man who owned the theater, was known for two things—he was big on business, and for being hard on his two sons for continuing in his footsteps, and taking over for him when he decided to kick the bucket. Sid Sachs, the younger of his two sons, was still on "janitorial duty"—Judah claimed that he wasn't to be "promoted" until he saw change in how he managed and then maintained a euro—while his older brother had been working the concession or snack bar for nearly four years. Menahem Sachs was a big, burly, twenty year old who stood a fraction of an inch over five foot, seven inches; his brown hair was moderately curly, and his eyes were dark green. He was wearing all formal attire—a white shirt, blue pants, and black shoes.
Menahem reimbursed him and Guyunis for what they spent at the snack bar then sat back in his seat; after having his €14 returned to him, then sliding it into one of his available pockets, Lhaklar chanced a look at Jarvis's other friend.
Giovanni Sordi, the five foot, six and a half inch seventeen year old, that was to Menahem's left, was decently muscled for an Italian. His family was just fifty years arrived to Germany, so he was the first generation to be born and raised here. With his big nose, olive skin, and dark brown hair, he did look to be Italian; his deep set, dark blue eyes really set him off as being of the Italian race! Even though he was five foot, six and a half inches tall, he had a strong set of arms on him... which were almost completely covered in tattoos. Giovanni, from what he learned from Jarvis one day when they were simply sitting around, smoking cigarettes and passing the time away, had dropped out of school after pulling time in jail, and having to repeat the tenth and eleventh grade twice. Instead of being raised by both of his parents, or by someone who was related to his parents, Giovanni was being raised by his adult cousin, who was both fifteen years older than he and had a history in drugs and alcohol.
Menahem and his little brother, who was some five to six years younger than he, were being raised by just their father. After the divorce, which occurred when Sid was around two or so years old, Judah never remarried or even bothered in looking for a female to aid him in the raising of his sons.
"Do think I have a set of non-bubblegum green eyes looking at me." Giovanni said just before the first film started.
"Was is that obvious? I apologize." Lhaklar said.
"Not offended. Take it that your dark-skinned buddy is also looking at me?" a simple glance told him that Guyunis was, indeed, looking at Giovanni... or, more specifically, at the tattoos that were on his arms. Due to Giovanni wearing a black and gray, sleeveless shirt and a black leather jacket, that was also sleeveless, both he and Guyunis could see all of what he had on his arms.
"He's got an interest in tattoos," Lhaklar said in explanation to his brother's staring. After getting his brother's attention, he told him to not stare at Giovanni; after telling him this, he looked forward. It was quiet between the six of them before a small chuckle was heard.
"Good interest to have but be warned that you need know a good, reputable person who doesn't use already used needles, and that you need to be tough in order to get them. Judging by your friend, I think he'd be able to get a tat and not throw a squawk all while it's being applied to him." Giovanni said.
"Brother, not friend." Lhaklar corrected.
"Serious? You two don't look related."
"While he is related to me, he's adopted."
"Good reason for him to not resemble you." Giovanni had obviously heard only part of what he told him.
The movie on the mutant ants, that reek havoc on a New Mexico town, and that only got to their giant size thanks to the radiation that came from the Atomic bombs that were detonated near Alamogordo, New Mexico, was corny, and crappy, but entertaining. Them! was one of the first of the 1950's "nuclear monster" movies and it was also the first "big bug" feature—the effects did show this well. The movie that was shown after Them! was of equal crappy, corny, goodness. Night of the Lepus was about a colony of mutated, carnivorous killer rabbits that create chaos in a small, Arizona town. Due to the rabbits looking to be hopping around rigged up town sets, and humans dressed in bunny suits attacking certain actors, they knew that its budget wasn't very good... but they still enjoyed the movie, regardless of them flaws.
They ate their snacks, drank their beverages, then, when the movies were over, stashed what they had left on their persons. Unlike the experience that he had in the Kulisse Kino movie theater, which was located in the Rheinland Kaserne, which was in Ettlingen, where he found himself going down an aisle that was littered with all sorts of popcorn and other snacks that the ones in the balcony had thrown in their "hysteria" over the events that happened in the movie Attack of the Tumbleweeds, and finding himself almost glued to the floor in the process thanks to everything being sticky and on the soles of his feet, his exit of the theater was clean and trouble-free. Before exiting the theater, he purposely passed the snack bar—three boxes of Cookie Dough Bites, two boxes of Junior Mints, one box of Sour Patch Kids, and four boxes of Gobstoppers were spell-sent to his room, where they'd remain until he got home then did a little surprising of everyone by treating them to what he took from the building. After leaving the building, then following Jarvis and Ivonne down an alley that was shielded on one side by buildings and on the other by a chain-link fence, he and Guyunis found themselves as stopping before a blue, four-door, Ford F-1600 XT.
"For the ones that get in, be warned—Jarvis is very foot heavy on the pedal, so be sure to have them seatbelts wrapped around you tightly." Ivonne said after her boyfriend unlocked the front passenger door then started towards the driver's side of the vehicle. "As for the ones who take a seat in the cab, don't dig in with your nails too much. Jarvis isn't one for buffing out them scratches, and his aunt and uncle don't like to shell out the money to get them removed by someone in the shop either."
It amazed him that Jarvis and Ivonne were still an item. Even though they were dating for a little over a half-year now, both knew that they slept around on one another. While he knew this little detail, his brother didn't and that went double for his mother—if she knew of how his friends were with each other, she'd demand that he both end their friendship and stay away from them. His father, for all he knew, might do the same thing. Jarvis and Ivonne, despite the sleeping around thing, were cool people and, like Bile, he was hoping to spend as much time as he could around them before the move to Moas was done.
His father surprised them the other night by speaking with their mother on her cellular plan. Apparently, the man tried to call her one day when he was on Moas—he wasn't able to get through because there was an issue with their two service providers. The man said something about his mother's plan being single-planet worthy and needing to be upgraded to allow for contact with others who weren't on the planet to happen; after asking her about her service provider, then asking if she'd like to upgrade to the service that he had on his phone, he was given the go to put his plan on her phone. His mother could now have contact with anyone in the Universe; she was now no longer under threat of having her service be turned off after the move was made.
During the conversation on the cellular phone providers, he thought about asking the man if he'd allow him and his brothers to continue being friends with the ones that they had befriended. Even though this idea came to him, he didn't go through with it. Rather curiously, when he turned his gaze towards his mother after her and his father's conversation ended, he noted that she had a little twinkle going on in one of her eyes—a little light bulb went off in his head about her knowing what he wanted to ask; due to that little twinkle, he was under the assumption that she had something planned that involved their being able to stay in contact with their friends.
He hoped that she did have something in the works on this matter because he was much like his brothers on the friend-keeping situation—while he knew that new friends would come into being after the move to Moas was done, he did have a wish to keep the ones that he currently had for a while longer.
"Take us to The Pit, Jarv!" Giovanni said after he, and Guyunis, got into the truck's cab. With his not being one for trucks, or for riding in a truck's cab, he opened one of the truck's back doors then got into one of the available back seats.
The Pit could be one of three possible locations. There was a simple bar down the road; along with being called The Pit, it catered to both bikers and to folk who were either of the non-straight or halfway straight variety. Going by the direction that Jarvis took after he started the truck then drove it from where it was parked, they weren't going to that place. There was a type bar/gym that was called the same thing near the junkyard, and there was also the place where coal use to be found at but which was now pretty hollowed out, and was known to harbor certain gems that people found and then sold to jewelers for a profit.
Guyunis was busy with Giovanni; with the guy having such an interest in tattoos, he was now able to get some answers on them. He also had someone who had a similar interest to his to talk to. Jarvis, as Ivonne had said, was very foot-heavy on the gas pedal, so Giovanni and Guyunis were also goofing around in saying that they were about to be thrown from the truck if he didn't slow down. Ivonne was just staring from the window that was beside her, while he was doing nothing but wondering about their destination. His wondering mind, no more than twenty minutes later, was answered—they went not to the pit where certain gems could be found in but to the gym/bar that was located in the center of Rastatt. In a way, he had to hide the smile from forming on his face—good time with friends, maybe a drink or two, and some time in the gym were on the horizon for him and Guyunis.