Post by Brooklyn Fisher on Jan 7, 2016 19:26:01 GMT -6
Brooke had been putting this off long enough. She'd been back in Kalispell for a couple months now and she'd avoided doing so much as even thinking about the dark haired young woman whose front door Brooke was walking toward. It was a necessary evil, something she simply had to do. Elizabeth Fisher knew Brooke had relocated to Kalispell. She had to. Try as she might to deny it, too much time had passed for Brooke to not be trudging up the walkway. It would be, after all, the first time in two years that she'd seen her younger sister.
"Liz!" Brooke called as she pushed open the front door and stepped inside as if she owned the place. How Brooke had managed to get a key to Elizabeth's home was an entirely different matter. Immediately Brooke was taken aback. Her nose scrunched in distaste as she pulled the large sunglasses off her face and looked around the living room. "Oh. My God." She said with a disdainful grumble. "What happened to your living room?" She called, tucking her glasses into her purse before moving in and setting the purse on the couch. "It looks like ninety year old lady with Alzheimer's lives here." Brooke shrugged off her heavy coat and smoothed out the red dress she wore, sighing as she shook her head. "You need a gay friend to come look at this." She insisted with a nod, her eyes shifting to her approaching sister. "I could lend you mine!" She offered then with a cheery smile.
Post by Elizabeth Fisher on Feb 1, 2016 17:44:06 GMT -6
Oh, Brooke…..
It was hard to understand how a household that produced someone like Elizabeth. Someone who was a pillar of a society, a natural born leader. A paragon of virtue who was clearly something of a role model for the entire community... Could also produce someone like Brooke….
Brooke has always been a problem child, ever since they were children. Oh it was. They had such a happy time growing up together...even though there were times where she played a little too rough for her taste…..noogies and pranks and all that sort of thing plagued Elizabeth’s childhood.
But did Elizabeth hold a grudge? Of course not. In fact she had done everything in her power to make sure that she cleaned up her life like any good sister would…..without her knowing of course, she made decisions on her behalf that she doubted that she’d appreciate at the time. Sure later she would thank Elizabeth. but for now, Elizabeth had to make some very hard choices on her behalf.
Because she was her sister and that’s what any good sister did….
And yes even though this was hardly a good way of meeting (She’d prefer to be the one to organizing this…) But once again Brooke’s clear impulsiveness came into play, to Elizabeth’s pleasant surprise as she greeted her sister with customary “Charming” smile glad she didn’t decide to hug her. She’d prefer not to get the smell of cigarettes and cheap liquor on her. She tittered a little as Brooke made her typical drool comment about her house. She was so very amusing “Oh it’s wonderful to see you too, I see you haven’t charged a bit” She said not mentioning if that was a good or bad thing, but at Brooke’s offer she could only shake her head rapidly her lip curling “Oh no no no….I don’t consult with…..those people” she said with a little shudder
Post by Brooklyn Fisher on Feb 2, 2016 3:07:18 GMT -6
Brooke offered her little sister a smile that was so blatantly forced she didn't even bother trying to hide it. Instead of it being a gesture usually associated with being happy or pleased it looked much more like a grimace, as if just the thought of having to smile at Elizabeth caused Brooke actual, physical pain. Her eyes rolled at the flippant remark. It wasn't as if there was anything wrong with Brooke. She wasn't the one running around trying to get mutants deported or locked up or whatever batshit insane ideas Elizabeth was cooking up. "I wish I could say the same about you." She shot back even though her voice was bright and chipper.
"Well, Lizzy, those people can keep you from looking like you live in a retirement home." Brooke nodded, her gaze locked upon her sister. "Seriously." She gave the inside of the home another once over before giving out a short 'blech' sound that was even accompanied by the sticking out of her tongue. She'd hoped her initial assessment would change upon a second look but no luck. "In five years you're going to have thirty-seven cats and you'll spend every day inside knitting them sweaters."
Post by Elizabeth Fisher on Feb 11, 2016 3:26:17 GMT -6
Every smile on the face of Elizabeth Fisher looked like it was forced, like she was a robot whose masters felt the need to press a button to let her facial muscles tighten, This coupled with the fact she rarely seems to blink, she gives off a very stepford wives feel to her.
Not that she has ever read the book…..
And no, Brooke. Her ideas were not crazy, her ideas were necessary and more than a little sensible. Thank you very much. Of course she didn’t expect Brooklyn to figure that out, the most pressing issue she had was how far she was to running dry in terms of booze. but Elizabeth was more interested in current events
Elizabeth recoiled a lille in disgust once Brooklyn stuck out her tongue a frown clearly evident on her face waving her finger towards Brooklyn like she was a child “....Is that REALLY necessary were not children after all...and no. I disagree in five years time I’ll be mayor and you’ll...Well...you’re be the mayor’s sister! You get a title without even doing anything of important. That must be a dream come true for you
Post by Brooklyn Fisher on Feb 11, 2016 3:44:49 GMT -6
Brooke issued a low, resigned sigh. The moment Elizabeth had opened her mouth Brooke regretted even considering stopping by and seeing her younger sister. Nothing had changed. Liz was still the same half crazy lady with delusions of grandeur and an ego that made Brooke look like Mother Theresa. Brooke had no idea when the two sisters had started to veer apart. It felt as though one day they were fine, attached at the hip and ruling their high school with plans to do the same in college together and the next Elizabeth was taking up some radical, crazy political stance against, well... everything.
"Spare me the speech, Hillary." Brooke said with a dismissive wave of her hand. Her eyes rolled so hard they nearly detached from their sockets and took a lap around the inside of her skull. "You'll have to actually get voted in first and I don't think the people will get behind someone with your... ideals." Brooke headed further into the living room, moving to take up a spot on the couch, crossing her legs properly before folding her arms across her chest with an almost defiant expression directed toward Elizabeth. "I caught some of your debate with Argos Wren." Brooke commented idly, turning her eyes away from Elizabeth from near disgust. "You're crazy, you know that? What do you think you'll be able to do about the mutant 'problem' anyway?"
Post by Elizabeth Fisher on Feb 11, 2016 5:54:21 GMT -6
Yes it must be so hard for Brooklyn mustn’t it? To actually have a cause to fight for, that bmere concept or idea of doing something for anyone else that wasn’t herself. Her world view was so narrow all she cared about was having a good time. Which was fine. If that was the way she went about her business then that was her choice. But Elizabeth? She had something Brookyln didn’t have what she never had
….Ambition…
Her eyes slightly widened, once Brooklyn quipped. How dare, she! how dare she speak Miss. Clinton's name in vain. She was a hero and role model to them all and she will not stand for anyone-
Deep breath. Calm head.
….
Ok she was good again.
“Oh I beg to differ,” She couldn’t help but grin in a maybe a little bit of smug satisfaction, “The freaks are only a small fraction of the community at large, the rest of the NORMAL people? Sure they’re some still on the fence? Oh it’s just wonderful Brooklyn! The AMA is getting more expansive and bigger with each passing day, we have record breaking numbers!” She said clapping her hands together over joyed that people were actually listening to her.”Speaking of which we really have to talk about your membership”
Elizabeth only smiles and rocks on her feet, “Oh good, you heard? Oh it was wonderfull. Wasn’t it? Yes I know what you mean, but I couldn’t call out Mr. Wren. But you know me. I’m not a confrontational person….Unlike him…”
Post by Brooklyn Fisher on Feb 17, 2016 14:10:10 GMT -6
Brooke's eyes rolled in overly dramatic fashion and her head dipped down as if she had nearly been lulled to sleep by her sister's words. Brooke always hated it when Elizabeth talked 'business'. It didn't help that Brooke considered Elizabeth's 'business' to be grounded in hate and intolerance, two things even the startlingly selfish Brooke couldn't get behind. "Lizzy, Lizzy." She raised her hands, waving them at Elizabeth in hopes of getting her attention and making her shut up long enough for her to hear the voice of reason. Or... just to shut up. Either way Brooke would be satisfied. "No one really car-" Brooke stopped suddenly, her brow furrowing. "Woah, wait, what?" Her head shook. "Oh, no. Membership? Not happening."
Another sigh escaped and Brooke waved a hand dismissively. She had little interest in politics even though she was considering registering to vote in Montana just for the sole purpose of voting against Elizabeth. At this point Brooke didn't even care who was running against her. "Argos isn't confrontational unless pushed." Brooke snapped perhaps a bit too quickly and defensively. She frowned then leaned back into the couch and folded her arms across her chest. "I mean. It didn't sound like he wanted to argue until you started going all Third Reich on him." She corrected, hoping like hell she hadn't tipped her hand too much.
Post by Elizabeth Fisher on Mar 7, 2016 7:16:24 GMT -6
Oh dear, Elizabeth so HATED to argue or disagree with her sisters viewpoint. She really did. She was quite fond of her sister despite her obvious glaring faults and her quite apparent lack of morals and self-control. She forgives her of all her numerous mistakes and all the ones she has yet to make. Because that’s what sister did. She wasn’t talking about intolerance or hate. She was talking about control and restraint. After all, if she wasn’t the one that stood up to these mutations then who would? She was doing this not, for herself. but for everyone around her. She liked to talk about things that obviously mattered ...Not the type of things that Brooke normally enjoyed, like conversations about clubbing or whatever it is that she found worth her time these days.
Elizabeth nodded evidently happy to confirm that she need want her sister “Oh? but why not? I think it’ll be really good for you, give you an actual goal. Give yourself something to aim for. It must be tiring just going from club to club. Guy to guy. Wouldn’t you like to do something actually has a purpose? Mhh? wouldn’t it?
Elizabeth sat on the sofa her legs gracefully crossed under her as she regarded her sister tutting just a little “I didn’t do anything of the sort! I simply told him by viewpoint and he got very aggressive when he disagreed. I was perfectly calm throughout….dreadful man. Rude”
Post by Brooklyn Fisher on Mar 7, 2016 19:31:52 GMT -6
Brooke sat with a mirthless expression on her face as she watched her sister speak. It was just like Elizabeth to take on that pleasantly condescending tone. If such a thing was possible Brooke would swear it was becoming Elizabeth's trademark. With a soft sigh, Brooke's head slowly shook. Elizabeth knew precious little of Brooke's life and even if she did, Brooke doubted her sister would understand. Still, the flippant, almost dismissive way Elizabeth shrugged spoke struck Brooke in the heart, though she'd never let it show. "I don't really think misguided moral passion is better than confused indifference." Brooke replied with a wave of her hand.
"I think it was the part where you likened his kind to monkeys that should be locked in cages that upset him." Brooke pointed out simply, turning her eyes to her sister. She studied the young woman a moment and then sighed. "He was just trying to defend the girl and entire group of people you insulted." Brooke's eyes then rolled. "Anyway. Have you seen pictures of that girl? She's like three feet tall and her hair looks like a clown wig. And arthritic chihuahua with its teeth removed would be more dangerous than her."