Pulling in with a Prayer

[Séamus]

So... since we shall all be meeting young Seamus Jones for the first time today so perhaps we should start with the enlightening look into how most mornings go for this young man...

>+++{The Morning}+++<

Sleep... never so grand a thing has been created or discovered as the pure majesty of sleep... sleepy-sle-

!

Cold! Holy shit balls of hellfire cold!!! That was not cool, Seamus awoke with a start from his serene sleep to find his head and pillow drenched in ice cold water from an obvious culprit. Looming over him was his father, a small pleased smirk on the former military man's face as he lowered that bucket and started to depart from the room his two sons split.

"Time to get ready for school."

"Yeah... thanks for the heads up."

Slowly Seamus arose from his now soaked bed, placing a towel that was resting on the floor over the damp part as he got up, and headed for the bathroom to take a shower. It should have been empty as the twins were probably watching whatever was on discovery before they went to some upper echelon prep school and his parents had their own bathroom. Yet, when he reached the bathroom the door was locked causing him to bang his head against it in a very disgruntled manner.

"Who's in the bathroom?"

The sound of the door unlocked and... his sister? The fuck? She had her own dorm room at San Diego State, why was she here? Obvious answer to that.

"Drink too much last night and couldn't get back to campus?"

"Oh its so good to see you too, little bro.~"

Kelly patted her brother on the chest as she pushed pass out of the bathroom but not before also a quick twist of his nipple. Seamus winced and batter her hand way, great start so far. He quickly showered up and threw on his clothes before bolting toward the kitchen only to bump into his mom Not too much drama as she simply smiled and handed him a breakfast sandwich consisting of an egg and blood pudding on an English muffin. No time to waste as he headed to ward his car as his father and sister headed off as well.

"No fights fer ye... and you stop saucin' so much!"

The worried mother shouted at her two more rambunctious offspring who were sticking their tongues at each in the yard, which got them both smacked in the back of the head and gestured on by their father. With the roar of the engine from his '70 Chevelle SS, a classic muscle with pure power, granted his looked like crap on the outside and still needed some mechanical work but there were solid bones.

>+++{At school}+++<

Seamus roared into the school's parking lot listening to a local rock music station, which had started playing Living on a Prayer about a minute before he turned in. Of course his windows were down and the music was blaring as he parked the car and popped the truck. He shut off the engine but kept the radio going while he exited the muscle car in a pair of worn-out combat boots, torn-up jeans, plain grey T, a fitted San Francisco 49ers cap in good condition, and a pair of aviators. Seamus shifted around to the back to grab his school stuff out of the truck, pausing as the shut the truck to stare at the school.

"... new school... fantastic."

The sarcasm in his voice would be palpable to any who were around to here it. However Seamus simply went to retrieve his keys and rolled on the window, however he would let the song play out first. Sure it might piss some off but it was a good song and they could suck it. Either way it was a new day and new place.

[Liana Williams]

Liana had been relatively and pleasantly surprised when her father let her take partial owner ship (partial because he'd made it clear that if she put so much as one smudge mark on the red dodge challenger he'd take it out on her hide.) But the agreement was that she could use it for doing what ever running around that she needed, only to be returned to him every weekend. However it came in handy with mornings like this one.

She had woken up purposefully early so she could make the short trip to get a coffee and light breakfast, so now with her stomach quieted, and her senses awake she pulled into the parking lot of the school. Taking a moment after she shut off the engine Liana finished up the steaming cup of caffeine - opening her door without thought, and let it hang there. Gathering up a few things like her notebook, a pen , and over all just taking her time to get going.

Finally unable to delay anymore Liana stepped out not really having to worry this time out tripping herself up in the rather comfortable gray halter dress. Since the season had permitted it during the time she had moved back, she found that the sleeveless and short(er) then normal apparel she was wearing had left her arms and legs tanning in a healthy hue in a shade darker then its original creme color.

Bringing her coffee with her, unwilling to part ways with the Java quite yet, she straightened up from the car, and bumped the door closed with her hip, and stuck the lip of her tall wax paper cup between her teeth to keep herself from fumbling around. She didn't necessarily feel like wearing her drink today. Pressing the lock and car alarm button on the key fob her attention was drawn to a truck next to her, or more noticeably the fading last few bars of a recognizable song she heard pumping its way from the speakers.

Slowly she removed the cup from her mouth, with everything able to be held comfortably in her hands, Liana's light green eyes lingered on the owner of the vehicle before she got herself moving, pretty sure that she had heard him muttering something. But as quick as the curiosity bubbled up it passed and she got her feet moving. Rounding to the front of the car and heading toward the school, though inevitably her gaze did find its way over to the same guy. "Morning," Liana said in a way that was about two tones from being practically a chirp, her normally found open and vivid smile cropping up.

[Séamus]

Hearing the oh-so-cheerful voice shifted Seamus' attention for the school he was approaching to a certain girl. Lucky his aviators allowed him to take in all the sights without it being a dead give away and there was one fact that that was certain... today had just gotten a whole lot better. Now there was no way being raised as he was by a Marine that he could doing anything but respond to the greeting.

"Morning."

Granted his return did not have the same pep as hers however it was void on anything that might be considered ill will and just a polite greeting. Seamus let a moment pass while he trailed her path back to the vehicle she had departed from... +1! She had a muscle car, he had a muscle car... though not in the greatest of shape. A small smirk formed on his face as he appreciated what he saw with a simple word.

"Nice."

Now it might be a problem that as he turned back, he did not specify to what he was referring. She could either take it as a reference to herself or her car... neither would be wrong as Seamus thought both were nice, however it depended on how she might take it. Of course he did not want to seem like he was gawking or anything of the sort. Regardless that was all he would say for the moment, a trait picked up from his father. His father was a man of very few words while his mother could talk for days, Seamus was a bit like both. If it was a subject of interest or a person he knew, he could talk at length but in the initial stages he said very little.