( TO THE CORNER ) // zander

[elphie3]

COME ON OVER DOWN TO THE CORNER MY SISTERS AND MY BROTHERS.
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Nate yawned, dragging himself out his chair, ignoring the music that was meeting his ears from the Jazz band that was currently playing in the room he was inhabiting. Jazz. Nate loved music, don’t get that one wrong… but Jazz? Definitely not. He had no love for it, that or country. But music in general? Pretty good stuff overall, he definitely enjoyed it. It wasn’t as great as hockey… But he had doctor’s orders not play that anymore… No football either… Baseball? No. Soccer? Not on a competitive team. Basketball? No. Tennis even? No. It sucked, it really did. Especially when his shoulder felt back up to snuff, heck he was lifting weights and shit like he used to, and he was fine. But his doctor had said another hit like he got the last game and his shoulder could be out for the count. So. He turned to the next best thing, his guitar. In this crappy little town. He didn’t hate it, but he missed home. Missed the mountains, missed living in a high, mountain town. He missed the fact that most people knew him, that most kids his age knew each other. He missed chilling out in the town, on the little platzel plaza on the weekends. Missed the ridiculous lantern festival and arts festival. He missed Kimberly more then he’d ever let on.

He shifted towards the door of the classroom, sending a wave over his head to the teacher who nodded in return, watching his musicians carefully out of the corner of his eye. Nate had no interest in teaching, but this little internship deal was something he didn’t mind and it brought extra cash to the table. He was more then ready to move out from his idiot parents, so saving was a big thing. He was trying to find a better life, and this was just one step. He shut the door quietly behind him, glancing down at the thick, black watch around one wrist, raising a brow. Almost lunch. Then he’d go home because he didn’t have anymore work to do that afternoon… he’d come back at three thirty to tutor again though. Nap time? Definitely. He turned up the hall, heading towards the teacher’s lounge as one hand moved to brush it’s fingers against the short, bristly Mohawk that ran over his head. One more state of rebellion to his parents, he’d had the style for years,

He moved up the hall, reminiscing a little on his high school days, the ones that seemed so long ago… Even if they weren’t. Heck, three years ago he was a student there. Most of the teachers knew him and a handful of seniors remembered him being a senior in their freshman years. But he preferred memories of his old high school, the one where he was pretty much a king due to his progress on the ice. He and his brother were the kings… Even if Zander was a little less on King material. Speak of the devil… Nate thought as he spotted a teen Frankenstein figure lurching ahead of him. If nobody was told, they would never guess that the two were brothers, let alone twins. Nate smirked a little, each took after another parent to the extreme. Though Zander was their father’s favourite due to his skill on the ice, he resembled their mother more. He had a softer, more innocent and boyish face. He was tall though, a bloody monster though he wouldn’t have hurt a fly… Unless on the ice. Nate on the other hand had a sharp jaw-line, broad shoulders and overall was bulkier, and more like his father in features. Both had the Flynn’d dark hair though, but different colored eyes. Heck. They barely looked related. But that didn’t matter, they were blood and to be honest, Zander was Nate’s best friend… even if he rejected the idea verbally.

“Hey, Sasquatch.” Nate called, walked a little faster to catch up with his younger brother. Younger. Just barely. Sasquatch was just one of the multitude of nicknames Nate had for Zander. Zander had his own arrsinal and it almost seemed like an unvocalized war to have the most nicknames for each other. They’d been doing it since they were kids. Hell, four years ago Zander had been Shortstuff. Until of course he’d shot past Nate in height… Much to Nate’s horror. “You heading home? Or do you have students at lunch?” Nate asked, moving to walk alongside Zander, feeling slightly dwarfed as usual. They normally tended to drive together when they could, saved on gas and overall was easier. But they didn’t always have meshed schedules, so sometimes one would need to come back and pick the other up, or wait until the other was done. It was annoying sure, but it saved on gas. A lot.

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TAGGED: Zander.Flynn
CREDITS: Me.
SONG: Streetcorner.Symphony.Rob.Thomas
WORDS:[/font8.1.1
OUTFIT: Too.Lazy
NOTES: MERP.

[glinda]

My mind is racing but my heart it beats faster. I’m in control, Commander and Master.
Lady Fate – creating disaster! But she ain’t the boss of me!

There’s no way we’re gonna leave it up to chance. There’s no damn way we’re gonna go
without a fight. There’s no way you’re going to see us on our ass.
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The sun was shining for once, and the day was lovely. It had been since about seven this morning, when Zander Flynn had dragged his ass out of bed for an early morning session with one of his favourite students. There was a point in time where he’d just gotten over the fact that this student liked the early morning meets. It was easier for both of them and, Hell, Zander could walk to school. He had, and that was actually influencing his mood. The fresh air had been lovely, the perfect way to wake himself up before getting a coffee and heading to the classroom that he had claimed for tutoring. That’s right, tutoring. He knew that people around town thought that the Flynn twins’ tutoring was strange but neither Zander nor his brother, Nate, really gave any recognition to their reactions. It was a weird thing, but they’d both decided to keep going with it. For Zander, it made him feel more in his element to be able to show others what always made him happy: art. It was that or hockey, but he didn’t tend to speak of it. There was one event a couple years ago that left a bad taste in his mouth and a strain on his twin’s shoulder. It was dealt with already, possibly in a manner that was probably not the smartest.

Now, you have to understand. The Flynn family was a large hockey family back in the day and even until that fateful game two years ago. Before the twins had been born, Nathan Flynn had gone big into the hockey circuit, growing in popularity in the town that they lived in and getting touches of national attention before his wife, Alexandra, had informed him of her pregnancy. Since the kids had been able to stand in skates (and before that, who are we kidding), they were on the ice. Zander loved the ice, took to it like a fish to water. It was calming, soothing and all around relaxing for him. He loved to play the sport, starting as a defenseman before he decided that it sucked and he turned to being a goalie. It turns out that he really liked it. With him and Nate on a team together, they always seemed to win. Alexandra always joked that it was because they were twins, even if most of the spectators were completely unaware of the fact. Not that Zander could blame any of them. He and Nate looked like polar opposites, including height. This was an entertaining factor to play with, seeing as Zander had grown like a bean and was taller than his twin now. Smile on his face, Zander ventured down the hallway with his supplies crammed into a bag. He knew that his brother had been rather proud of the fact that he had been taller than Zander. An elbow on the top of the head? Resting his arm on Zander’s shoulder? Nate did it all.

Hearing his brother’s nickname for him (because, really. Who else would call him Sasquatch?) caused a slight flail and twist in his step as he turned to see his twin. “Hey, Shrimp. What’s up?” he asked, adjusting his course to fall into step with Nate. It was a normal thing, the instant connection between the two of them. It matched their steps and their reactions a good percentage of the time, one of the encouraging bits about that link being one of the major factors in the progress on the ice. It was a good thing to have, the link. Zander smirked internally at the nickname, imagining what others must think. If they thought that was bad – and judging from the girl who was staring, mouth agape, at them, it was a bit of a shock to hear such talk from males – they had another thing coming. There was much worse that could be shot at each other, from the ever popular and never old ‘bitch-jerk’ thing that they’d done once their father had realized that they knew the words anyway and allowed them to be said.

At his brother’s comment, he shook his head. “Naw, I get to head home. Kid cancelled. Said there was something important to do today. More important than learning from me? Pfft, I doubt it,” he said, chuckling. He wasn’t really high on himself normally, just tended to exaggerate things to the extreme. He turned to face his brother, suddenly yawning deeply and then offering a sheepish look toward Nate before turning back to the hallway. “You have a student? I can stick around. Maybe sleep in the studio.” With a slightly tired smirk, Zander shrugged, waiting for a response from his brother. It was an internal debate with him right now, go on a quest for coffee or just die for a few hours. If they went home, he might just pass out on the couch. If he had to stay, he’d find somewhere to hole up until his brother was finished. It all hinged on Nate’s response.

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|| Notes: First thing in the morning. Alright! || Tagged: Nate. ||
|| Words: 844 || Listening to: No Way - AVPS ||

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[elphie3]

COME ON OVER DOWN TO THE CORNER MY SISTERS AND MY BROTHERS.
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Shrimp. Oh the name was sheer mockery of being the shorter brother. Not that Nate was short, hell he was taller then most of the guys in school… Just not the one that really mattered. There was nothing worse then being outgrown by your younger brother. Maybe that was why he’d been more of a gym buff then Zander, he wanted to be bigger someway.. .Then there was the Mohawk. Well that was half defiance of his mother’s constant babying since his injury and the fact that he wanted to stand out. Shrimp… the name echoed in his head once more. If it had been anyone but Zander to utter the word to him he probably would have decked them. And let’s face it, Nathaniel Flynn was no shrimp, he had learned to fight in hockey so getting a hit from him was probably not a fun thing to do. Of course, he liked his tutoring gig, so he’d watch himself around students for the most part. He might not be a technical faculty member… But he was close enough to not be allowed to clock a student in the face. No matter how many teachers liked him, somehow he was sure that was against the rules and would get him kicked out. No job=no money. Which meant getting a new job.

“We gotta go over this again, Dipshit? The roof is up, it always is. Unless we’re outside, then it’s the sky. Seriously man, most people learned this in their toddler years.” He replied, sending a very immature grin up at his little brother. “Not much though, just sort of… Here. Shouldn’t have stayed up all night beating Uncharted. Don’t let me do that again, I feel like I’m a zombie or something.” he replied in a slightly more serious manner. Nate usually was more serious then a lot of guys, which would surprise people because he looked more like the dumb jock type. He was sarcastic yes, and acted as though everything was hilarious in the world. So he appeared to not be serious, but he knew when to set his head on straight and internally was definitely serious. But like a lot of things it was hidden by the way he acted, a forefront wall that guarded the more insecure Nathaniel that lurked within. Everyone had parts of them they kept hidden, and in the society he was raised in, a serious more quiet guy just wasn’t it.

“I was actually just headed home myself.” Nate replied, grinning widely. Score. He could go home. He knew what would happen (because it was a usual pattern). They’d go home, and somehow his brother would down a cup of coffee then sleep. Yeah. Coffee then sleep. Where if Nate had coffee he was wired… Anyway, Nate himself would boot up his PS3, or the TV and spend the rest of the afternoon on that. They’d eventually move again when their parents got up, and they’d both be the good little boys they were and help with dinner. At dinner he and his father would ignore one another like usual and dinner would continue without any interaction between them. Oddly it wasn’t awkward, it worked just fine. At the end of dinner their father would sort of inject the idea of a real job, or a sport in the direction of Zander. Of course, Nate was useless to his Dad now, dead weight. That was the usual day. And it worked, it was his life. Oh yeah, not to mention Calvin and Hobbes, they’d need a walk eventually. In fact…

“You using the car after we get home? I was going to swing by and nab Sam and take him and Hobbes to the dogrun. Or along the bay.” Nate piped up, turning his green eyes forward, feeling his neck grow a little taunt with awkwardness. See, Nate wasn’t the most affectionate guy. When he and Zander were kids, he hated getting hugs. Their mom had a home video of them, about seven and Zander hugged Nate and Nate pushed him into a puddle. At a young age, it was discovered that Nate was not a guy that enjoyed caring. He didn’t like showing people he loved them, and hated the feeling of being cared for. One exception. Sam. The five year old was something else… Nate had never considered being a father, hated the idea of kids… And yet when his ex showed up in dire need of a place to stay with this kid in tow that changed. Nate adored the kid, he wanted to give the boy everything. And he couldn’t spend enough time with the boy. And much to his ex’s and mother’s displeasure even had caused the boy to start giving himself Mohawks. It was awesome.

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TAGGED: Zander.Flynn
CREDITS: Me.
SONG: Streetcorner.Symphony.Rob.Thomas
WORDS:8.0.5
OUTFIT: Too.Lazy
NOTES: –shrug-.

[glinda]

My mind is racing but my heart it beats faster. I’m in control, Commander and Master.
Lady Fate – creating disaster! But she ain’t the boss of me!

There’s no way we’re gonna leave it up to chance. There’s no damn way we’re gonna go
without a fight. There’s no way you’re going to see us on our ass.
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If there was one thing that Zander knew Nate for, it was the immense sarcasm that he could ramble off. There was just something about being Nate that meant that sarcasm was the best mechanism for, well, everything. It was rather different from Zander’s methods with anyone other than his brother, what with him being the calmer of the twins. It was weird sometimes, having the comments that could be sarcastically aimed at someone but keeping them under wraps. Then again, it was best for everyone involved (mainly him) to keep them quiet. At least, until he’d hit his growth spurt and had managed to keep the bulk up. His father always said that he was built like a football player. Well, he started to say it after the twins had been forcedly expelled (literally, in Zander’s case) from a game. It wasn’t as if he was forever out of hockey, but Nathan always wanted the younger twin to join another league. Zander never admitted it, but the refusal to not join anything else was because he didn’t want to rub Nate’s face in the fact that he could still do all the full contact sports. He knew if he ever said that to his brother, he’d just get the blank, “Are you fucking kidding me?” stare that Nate had perfected over the years.

“Gee, thanks, Captain Asshat. In case I forgot that over all these years, I thank you for informing me of the fact that the sky and the roof are up,” Zander deadpanned, raising one brow while swallowing the smirk that almost escaped. Adding a smile to the statement would have meant that there was some amusement. There was no need to encourage the sarcasm because it would be spoken anyway. It was how Nate rolled. At the second half of the comment, Zander just chuckled and shook his head. “I told you to go to bed. Next time I’ll just unplug the damn game. This is a reason to always listen to me. Because I know everything.” He quieted his voice, skirting around a group of people before adding, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure that you get off earlier next time.” He remembered the slight argument from the night before, the smack of a pillow to the back of Nate’s head before Zander had given up near 3 and just headed to his own room. Next time, he’d be forced to drag his brother to bed, or the guy would completely crash the next day. Speaking of… Zander snuck a worried glance over at his brother, wondering how much sleep he’d actually gotten after finishing Uncharted. If he’d driven to the school on a small amount of sleep, there could have been an accident. Shaking his head again, he turned back to face the front, avoiding another grouping of people – Of course they were freshmen. What was the point of stopping in the MIDDLE of the hallway? – with quick steps.

“Awesome. You drive today?” He asked, brow rising slightly at the idea of his slightly zombified brother driving. Regardless, heading home actually sounded great. It hadn’t hit him how good that it sounded until he really thought about it. Getting home meant that he could get more sleep. Or more coffee, it was really a toss-up. Either that, or he was sure that he’d have to hunt down Calvin and see what tomfoolery the dog had caused while Zander and Nate had been at school. Hobbes, Nate’s dog, would more than likely be flopped out on the couch while Calvin could have done anything from dug up the backyard to cornering the meter man in yard or even tearing their mother’s slippers again. It wasn’t that Calvin hadn’t been trained. The dog just liked to wreak havoc and he only listened to Zander or Nate. Since the two had been at school, there was a chance that any of the above ideas could have happened. Unconsciously, he sped up as if he was going to get home even faster by just speed walking. At the next question, Zander shook his head, shrugging.

“Not tonight. I actually have something in my head right now that I have to draw out. I’ll probably just barricade myself in the basement and finish that,” he said, trying not to grin at the mention of the kid. His… Nephew. Yeah, his nephew. See, back in the day, when Canada was all around them instead of being that “block of ice to the North”, Nate had been infatuated with one of the girls in their year. To be honest, she always did creep Zander out, but that wasn’t any real issue. The aforementioned Sam was the result of the relationship and, to be honest, Zander did enjoy spending time with him. However, Nate was really into it. He loved the kid and would always love him. It was great, seeing as Nate was the kind of person to scoff at anything that made anyone else feel that bond of affection and he had for the longest time. To see Nate and Sam together had made Alexandra tear up the first time, even if Nathan let out a gruff huff of air and had crossed his arm, Zander had seen the smile that their father had for the whole thing. “You have fun with Sam, man,” he said, attempting to swallow the smirk.

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|| Notes: I’m still sniffling over Glee. >.> || Tagged: Nate. ||
|| Words: 900. On the dot. || Listening to: No Way - AVPS ||

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