Post by vincent on Mar 23, 2009 1:34:16 GMT -5
((Yes, I DID add the NPC's name in the title, ahahaha tell me I'm awesome.))
Well, Vincent did just as Jasmine asked. He waited outside of the Loque household, watching in the morning as the three teens left for the day (or at least for the time being).
He promised his daughter he would talk to his wife. How would this go?
He ran his hand through his hair and walked up the front steps. The door would be unlocked, he knew it would, but he wasn't going to bother. He fidgeted, and then slowly brought a hand up and knocked softly.
Vincent waited for something like half a minute before the door swung open and he was met by the long blonde-haired woman he had left so long ago, her face with a more stern expression, her eyes more weary than he remembered.
She paused when she saw him, her eyes first widening as she looked him from head to toe, and then as they rounded their way back to his face, they narrowed.
"...Vincent?" she asked. He swallowed hard, and then nodded. She was silent for a minute, her mouth opening slightly, taking a deep breath before she shook her head.
"Vincent Loque?" she asked, a second time, with a bit more of a demand in her voice than question. And for a second time, he nodded in response.
In response to that? Her jaw dropped, her eyes widened and she shook her head slowly. Her eyes flashed in rage, and in one swift motion, the palm of her hand met his cheek much in the same fashion it had when he had left thirteen years ago.
Just as he thought he was recovering from the familiar gesture, the door slammed shut. He shook his head, knocking at the door again.
"Hala," he called through the door, "I know I have a lot of explaining to do, and I will gladly do that if you open your home up to me..."
Suddenly, the shutters on the windows slammed shut, too.
Vincent sighed. 'Wow...this is going better than I thought...'
That was when he rubbed his hand along the back of his neck and felt a string - the one that he had conveniently tied the key to the house to all those years ago so he'd never lose it. Had she changed the locks since then?
He'd find out soon enough. He slipped the key off from around his neck and slid it quietly in the keyhole. He smiled, feeling the lock click, and he pocketed the key as he turned the knob and stepped inside.
"Hala?" Vincent quietly called as he slowly closed the door behind him. There was a SMASH! and something glass-like shattered right by his ear, startling him. It appeared she had thrown a plate at him from the other side of the room.
"Get out!" she shrieked, "you're terrible! You're a terrible....horrible...lying...repulsive piece of a man if I ever did see one!!"
Vincent bit his lip and quickly turned and locked the door behind him and Hala responded by running back to her china cabinet. She grabbed another plate but as she turned to 'deliver' it to Vincent, he grabbed her by the wrists and forced her to set it down.
"Let me go! Let me go, you horrible--!!!" she squirmed and screamed, but Vincent kept his firm hold on her.
"Hala...Hala, please...settle down and listen for a moment--"
With an incredible bout of strength for the small woman, she twisted her wrist out of his hold and quickly slapped him hard across the face again. He didn't do anything in reaction to her hitting him again, and she glared at him with tears burning in her eyes. Hala breathed heavily, and shook violently without having a clue what she should be doing. Did she give the guy the chance he was looking for? Did she kick him out and make him stay out? This was the man she had been missing for all of these years, the one that once made her life complete...
"I-I'm no good at this, I know. I'm sorry, Hala. I'm really sorry for all of this. I probably wouldn't even be here now if Jasmine didn't tell me to come see you..." he started explaining but she cut him off with an incredulous look and started shrieking again.
"She knew!?!"
"Hala, she wouldn't have known but I...look, will you just settle down?! You know I'm no good with words enough as it is, let alone trying to use them in something like this!"
In attempt to make a really long story short, it took Vincent more or less another few minutes to finally calm his wife down and speak civilly to him. He relayed his story to Hala in the same fashion as he had done to Jasmine.
At some point? She took him back. The Loque family was seemingly reunited, and when Andy, Kara, and Jasmine returned to the house later that day Vincent would not only be in better spirits, but the air of the household would appear to be more pleasant in general.
((My god I'm SO SORRY IT'S SO LONG))
Well, Vincent did just as Jasmine asked. He waited outside of the Loque household, watching in the morning as the three teens left for the day (or at least for the time being).
He promised his daughter he would talk to his wife. How would this go?
He ran his hand through his hair and walked up the front steps. The door would be unlocked, he knew it would, but he wasn't going to bother. He fidgeted, and then slowly brought a hand up and knocked softly.
Vincent waited for something like half a minute before the door swung open and he was met by the long blonde-haired woman he had left so long ago, her face with a more stern expression, her eyes more weary than he remembered.
She paused when she saw him, her eyes first widening as she looked him from head to toe, and then as they rounded their way back to his face, they narrowed.
"...Vincent?" she asked. He swallowed hard, and then nodded. She was silent for a minute, her mouth opening slightly, taking a deep breath before she shook her head.
"Vincent Loque?" she asked, a second time, with a bit more of a demand in her voice than question. And for a second time, he nodded in response.
In response to that? Her jaw dropped, her eyes widened and she shook her head slowly. Her eyes flashed in rage, and in one swift motion, the palm of her hand met his cheek much in the same fashion it had when he had left thirteen years ago.
Just as he thought he was recovering from the familiar gesture, the door slammed shut. He shook his head, knocking at the door again.
"Hala," he called through the door, "I know I have a lot of explaining to do, and I will gladly do that if you open your home up to me..."
Suddenly, the shutters on the windows slammed shut, too.
Vincent sighed. 'Wow...this is going better than I thought...'
That was when he rubbed his hand along the back of his neck and felt a string - the one that he had conveniently tied the key to the house to all those years ago so he'd never lose it. Had she changed the locks since then?
He'd find out soon enough. He slipped the key off from around his neck and slid it quietly in the keyhole. He smiled, feeling the lock click, and he pocketed the key as he turned the knob and stepped inside.
"Hala?" Vincent quietly called as he slowly closed the door behind him. There was a SMASH! and something glass-like shattered right by his ear, startling him. It appeared she had thrown a plate at him from the other side of the room.
"Get out!" she shrieked, "you're terrible! You're a terrible....horrible...lying...repulsive piece of a man if I ever did see one!!"
Vincent bit his lip and quickly turned and locked the door behind him and Hala responded by running back to her china cabinet. She grabbed another plate but as she turned to 'deliver' it to Vincent, he grabbed her by the wrists and forced her to set it down.
"Let me go! Let me go, you horrible--!!!" she squirmed and screamed, but Vincent kept his firm hold on her.
"Hala...Hala, please...settle down and listen for a moment--"
With an incredible bout of strength for the small woman, she twisted her wrist out of his hold and quickly slapped him hard across the face again. He didn't do anything in reaction to her hitting him again, and she glared at him with tears burning in her eyes. Hala breathed heavily, and shook violently without having a clue what she should be doing. Did she give the guy the chance he was looking for? Did she kick him out and make him stay out? This was the man she had been missing for all of these years, the one that once made her life complete...
"I-I'm no good at this, I know. I'm sorry, Hala. I'm really sorry for all of this. I probably wouldn't even be here now if Jasmine didn't tell me to come see you..." he started explaining but she cut him off with an incredulous look and started shrieking again.
"She knew!?!"
"Hala, she wouldn't have known but I...look, will you just settle down?! You know I'm no good with words enough as it is, let alone trying to use them in something like this!"
In attempt to make a really long story short, it took Vincent more or less another few minutes to finally calm his wife down and speak civilly to him. He relayed his story to Hala in the same fashion as he had done to Jasmine.
At some point? She took him back. The Loque family was seemingly reunited, and when Andy, Kara, and Jasmine returned to the house later that day Vincent would not only be in better spirits, but the air of the household would appear to be more pleasant in general.
((My god I'm SO SORRY IT'S SO LONG))