Who's Corrupting Whom Here? (closed)

[fukensploogin]

This story is about a set of fraternal twins, a boy and a girl, who have been on opposite sides of the country for the past nine months at their respective colleges, separated for the first time in their lives.

While they were away from home and each other, they have changed significantly.

Christian had always had music on his mind, but now he had a peculiar blend of drugs on his mind too. Marijuana, cocaine, opium, cigarettes and booze... he's been enjoying in moderation, only binging a couple times, unlike many of his classmates. He has become a rather obsessive-compulsive musician, to the detriment of some of his classroom responsibilities...

Christina had always been connected to the earth, and once away from home that passion led her to the Wiccan arts. She had always been straight, at least she had always been attracted to boys in high school... but she spent most of her freshman year at college like her brother did: fucking girls...

Now they are coming home for summer vacation. They are wealthy; their parents high-powered business people, who will spend most of the summer not at home with their children but travelling across the globe, sending home postcards and gifts and only occasionally coming home at all. When they first arrive home, both Mom and Dad are home. They will be gone in three days.

They have a large suburban house with a huge stretch of wooded property, including a small spring-fed lake. They have an in ground pool and hot tub behind the house, in a large, fenced-in patio area which also houses an open shower, a sauna/steamroom, and a small fully-stocked bar.


Christian: 6'1", curly brown hair, brown eyes, nice tan from a lot of time on the beach. Very nice athletic build (used to be pretty skinny, definitely bulked up a bit in the past year).

Christian slung his duffel bag over his shoulder, picked up his acoustic guitar case, readjusted his backpack, and made his way from the baggage pick-up to the passenger pick-up area of Chicago's Midway Airport. Christian waited next to the curb when he felt a tug on his sleeve...

 

[candycanegirl]

Christina checked her reflection in the mirror of the bathroom and reapplied her red lipstick. She pulled her hands through her newly-dyed black hair and smiled.

"Hey, thanks..." the girl standing next to her said, giving her a dizzy, euphoric smile and attempted to slip her hand into Christina's.

Christina quirked an eyebrow and pulled away, adjusting her black tank top on her slim frame. "No problem. Just remember, no attatchments." she smiled, blew the girl a kiss, and walked out of the bathroom.

She frowned as she tried to recall what had caused her to end up in the bathroom with the innocent girl, but couldn't seem to remember. She shrugged, brightening up as she spotted her brother. She pulled her bag over her shoulder and ran to meet him, giving him a light tug on his sleeve.

"Hey, stud. Long time, no see." she grinned. "You've changed."

OOC: Hope this is what you had in mind. Click the link at the beginning of the post to see my inspiration for Christina.

 

[fukensploogin]

OOC: The pic is totally hot.



"Hey, stud. Long time, no see." she grinned. "You've changed."

Christian turned and smiled when he saw his sister. Her brown hair had been dyed as black as night, her eyes were fiercer than ever, her pouty lips covered in fire red lipstick, wild tattoos all over her shoulders and arms... Her words rung round his mind, for that very thought had been foremost on his mind for days now. He'd been through a lot, learned a lot without her, for the first time, and he did feel a lot different now than he was when they parted ways for college. He had been worried that maybe Christina had gonna the total opposite direction from him, full-on into hard-core fundamentalist christianity. That was clearly not the case.

"You've changed, too," he said. "You look good. I like your ink." They crossed the street and headed for the car (their parents' spare Beamer).

 

[candycanegirl]

"Thanks," she said grinning. "You too. Although, you could use some ink, as well. I could help you out there. I did this one myself." she held out her wrist and showed Christian a black inked Triple Goddess symbol. "I'm afraid I've wasted dear old mom and dad's money on art school and an apprenticeship at a nearby tattoo parlor." she said, laughing and getting into the car with him.

She was relieved that he hadn't transformed into the tightass lawyer that their father was. School had definitely been good to him, as had his music. He seemed stronger and more bulked up, despite the partying and many drugs she suspected he was doing.

"Good 'ole mom and dad. Sending us the spare car. Nothing too good for their little ones." she laughed, getting in. "So, what've you been up to in school, lately? Mom mentioned something or other about music and slipping grades, but that's about it."

 

[fukensploogin]

"Grades slip when you spend too much time playing your guitar when you really ought to be studying," Christian said. "I'd love a new tat. Something simple and bad-ass. We'll think of something."

"Yeah, I don't know about this whole school thing, really. I mean, you know I'd been learning to play during high school, but I never really took it too seriously. But then, I started playing every day when I got to college and pretty soon I was getting to be pretty good and having a lot of fun with it, but of course I got so focused on this one thing--you know how I am--that everything else, all this shit that I didn't really care about anyway, everything else started to slip away."

He turned up the volume on the car's stereo a little bit. The song had a heavily distorted blues rhythm, sparse drums, and a wailing psychedelic guitar solo. "Here's the best part," he said, as the solo launched into its crescendo.

"So, wait," he said, when the song was over, "that tat on your wrist is really cool. Have you done a lot of people? That sounds like a crazy job."