Peyton Lark ★ Dinah Lance (canaryscry) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2013-07-18 11:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | holly strange, topher strange |
Who: Holly & Topher Strange (open to Josh & Xander!)
What: Siblings let loose with a little property destruction
Where: The Strange household in San Diego, CA
When: Forward dated to Friday night, July 19th, 2013
Warnings: S for Strange(r)?
The night always made Holly restless. She'd been that way for as long as she could remember, even before Tawny died, but especially after. She'd always been reckless, always been a little more than careless, that's how she'd ended up in the hospital after an overdose with tubes down her throat. Her big brother being Death and all should have been a little weirder, but honestly? It just made Holly's life make a little more sense. She was constantly surrounded by death.
Maybe that's why Justice League members dropping like flies around her didn't phase her, aside from the fact that she wasn't close to a single one of them. Except for Josh. And Chris, but they'd been intimate in a nearby distant past, which automatically meant they'd never be close again. It was a general rule of Holly's not to let anyone get too close, especially anyone that'd seen her with her clothes off. Which is why she'd never made a move on Josh, surprisingly desperate to keep him in her life, laughably because he was one of the only good things left in it. Her mom and dad were shit heads, and Topher was pretty cool, but he wasn't always around. It was just Holly, a lot of the time. Even when she was around other people. She was pretty used to being alone at this point. (Sometimes the parallels between her and Dinah were more than a little unnerving.)
She didn't know what had compelled her to come to the house that night, most nights she avoided the Strange home like a plague. Not so shockingly, no one was there. Their father didn't come home anymore, their mother had been locked in a mental institution for ages, the two remaining Strange offspring both had their own lives in different cities. Actually, the only person who usually did live here, was surprisingly nowhere to be found. Josh had been squatting in the unused Strange house for awhile, and Holly was mildly surprised to find him not there when she stormed in, but she didn't bother to text him. He'd come back eventually. Right now she was too mad, and maybe she'd been looking for some shred of nostalgia to sedate her by coming here, but it turns out the only thing that had a chance at sedating her? Was booze.
"Fine. No one wants to drink with me? I'll drink by my fucking self," Holly grumbled, having burst into the kitchen and yanked a bottle of vodka down from the cabinet as she set herself down at the table and surgically attached the bottle to her mouth.