Trent Adams
New to Town
Human, Physics Teacher
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Post by Trent Adams on May 14, 2009 20:34:56 GMT -5
{Late BD}
“Trent Adams, are you listening to me, or are you fiddling around with that fancy pants equipment of yours again?”
Guilty brown eyes flicked up from their close inspection of the intricate workings of his microwave oven. During the ten minute conversation that his mother had had with him he had pretty much figured out that a few of the resistors had blown, which was an easy fix. However, before he could reach into the pot that contained hundreds of the little things, he gauged the tone of her voice, one that she had been using since he was a child and first figured out how to make his easy bake oven actually hot enough to cook something. It was a good job she had that tone, otherwise she might never have gotten through to her son.
“Sorry, mum, I’m listening,” he said, a slight grin on his features as he had the freedom to use his natural accent for the first time in an age. He had been spending a lot of time around the school librarian recently, Rowan McKinley, and although he didn’t really enjoy the idea of lying to her, he had worn the American accent at school for so long now that he thought it socially prudent to keep the pretence up.
For the rest of the conversation with his mother he nodded and listened, replying when he needed to, until she finally requested that he looked in on his brother. Trent scrunched up his face, feeling a little guilty as his mother reminded him that since he had returned from Seattle he had only seen Will once, for ten minutes. He sort of always meant to go see his little brother, but Trent was easily distracted and remembering to go visit someone at four o’clock in the morning whilst elbow deep in off-cuts of soldering wire was not very productive. He finally hung up the phone and dove into refitting two resistors, which fixed the oven and then decided that it was about time he acted on his mother’s advice.
Not being the most socially ept of the Adams family, Trent did not think to call Will before picking up his long duster coat and jumping in his Oldsmobile. Only a few minutes later he pulled up outside the place that his brother, evidently, called home. Without second thoughts, he approached the front door and knocked on it a few times, and then casually shoved his hands into his suit trouser pockets, pushing the long coat back as he did so.
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Post by Will Adams on May 20, 2009 12:17:38 GMT -5
Three knocks on the door awoke Will from his slumber. It was the middle of the day and a time that most normal people would have been awake, possibly even at work. Will’s schedule was far from normal however. He enjoyed being up at night much more than during the day. And since Jack was off at work during the days most times, there was usually little reason for Will to keep awake.
Will hadn’t bothered to move to the bedroom, having fallen asleep on the couch with the tv on. When he heard the knocks on the door, waking him up, he was disoriented for a moment as he looked around. In his dream he had been scaling the rooftops, jumping from building to building. His dream had originally encorporated the knocking sound as the sound of swat teams breaking through one of the rooftop doors, but now as he was awake he looked around, wondering if it was the cops.
A smile then appeared on his face as he thought it could be the cops. Maybe his boyfriend had decided to stop by for a visit, either before, after or during his shift. Will’s smile turned to a grin at the thought that Jack might be coming with handcuffs and a gun, an image which Will found very sexy. He still couldn’t believe he was calling Jack his boyfriend. They had really taken the next step in their relationship and committed to each other. Neither had been the type before, but Will loved Jack and he loved their monogamy, more than he ever believed he would. He hoped Jack was just as happy.
“Don’t leave!” He called out as he got up from the couch, running his hand through his hair in an attempt to fix the bedhead look. He walked over to the door in jeans and a black tshirt, usual attire for him as he opened up the door. He blinked surprised at the person on the other side of the door. He was not expecting his older brother, and hadn’t even been sure Trent knew where he lived.
“Trent?” He said surprised and instantly feeling awkward, not having spoken much with his brother lately. He stepped to the side, moving away from the entrance. “Come on in…It’s not mum or dad is it? They’re okay?” He asked, having thought this might be the only reason Trent would purposely seek him out.
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Trent Adams
New to Town
Human, Physics Teacher
Posts: 39
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Post by Trent Adams on Jun 30, 2009 10:56:54 GMT -5
As Trent stood outside his brother’s door – a door that he had not stood in front of before owing to his poor ability to keep in contact with those he cared about – he occupied himself with working out exactly how long it had been since he had spoken to his brother. Not being too good at keeping track of ordinary time (outside of timing experiments), he had to work it out from other events that had led him to this place. He had moved back to Forks a couple of years ago now from the Think Tank in Seattle and he’d had at least four calls from his mother of varying nag levels. Then before that he had been in Seattle for almost fifteen years, though in his college years he had returned to his mother’s house for the summer. In fact they had actually seen each other quite regularly (ish) up until he had moved to Forks, when other things had clouded Trent’s mind and distracted him from the mundane.
Shook out of his reverie by the faint call he heard from behind the door, he affixed his chocolate eyes on the door and tilted his head a little. He wasn’t leaving, especially now that he had heard his brother’s voice. In fact, despite the fact that he didn’t make nearly enough effort to see his little brother, Trent was now feeling quite excited about the prospect of spending some time with him after so long. A small smile played on his lips as the door got tugged open and revealed a rather rumpled looking Will, dressed exactly how he remembered him always dressing (which was saying something as Trent wasn’t the best at remembering little things like that).
“Will!” he exclaimed in greeting, a wide grin on his face making him look almost manic. He stepped through the doorway in one long stride and moved past the other man as he listened to his concern about their parents. Turning abruptly, which sent his long duster coat swirling around his legs, Trent fastened his gaze on his brother, a confused frown on his high brow. “Nooo… they’re fine. I think, or they were fine, fine as fine could be. Well, I didn’t ask… but… they sounded… fine…”
Trailing off, he lifted a hand and tugged at his left ear, his only shy mannerism that had lasted beyond the age of four. He looked away and then back to his brother, slowly working out the social connections, why he would think there was something wrong with their parents. “Ooh, it’s because I haven’t been here isn’t it? Sorry…”
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Post by Will Adams on Aug 7, 2009 23:45:03 GMT -5
Will was surprised to see his brother on the other side of the door. He didnt remember Trent ever just coming over to say hi. He loved his brother, more than he let on most of the time, but he knew they hadn't kept in very close contact. Will accepted the blame for that, not thinking that his successful brother would want to keep in touch with someone like him. Will was proud of Trent's success, but knew that he didnt come close to it himslf. His biggest accomplishment had been his recent committment to Jack.
Trent seemed more excited than Will had expected as well as he greeted him and walked inside. Will rubbed at his temple sleepily as Trent went on about how their parents were fine or he thought they were or they sounded something or other. It was too much of a ramble for Will to follow having just been woken up, but he had gotten the important point that their parents were well. "Good...and you, you're okay too right? You're looking...energetic"
Will smiled as he watched his older brother tug at his left ear and realize the reason Will had asked. "Yeah...but its okay. You're here now, and its good to see you, really...can I get you a beer or something?"
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Trent Adams
New to Town
Human, Physics Teacher
Posts: 39
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Post by Trent Adams on Sept 16, 2009 8:11:46 GMT -5
As Trent viewed his brother and finally realised the surprise that he displayed at his arrival, no begrudging thoughts assaulted his mind. He knew, when he was prompted to do so, that keeping in contact was a two-way thing. Nor did he dwell on the fact. He had no preconceived ideas about how successful Will should be in, nor did he think of himself as some kind of benchmark. He had been told dozens of times how weird he was, though he still had the tendency to think that everyone thought the same way he did, and he didn’t expect his little brother to be his double. Will had a lot of other things going for him; he was far more social and he seemed happy. Probably. Well, he didn’t seem unhappy. As far as he knew.
“Ooh yes,” he responding, his voice rasping with beaming enthusiasm. He glanced around him, taking in his surroundings, his mind always seeking out new puzzles, no matter how small or inconsequential they were. “You know me,” he added, vaguely. “Never better.” Rowan really needed to hone his social skills more.
Trent’s eyebrows rose as his brother confirmed his assessment. Perhaps he should visit more, but then he’d just forget. He needed a diary. But then he tended to lose those. He smiled at Will as he said that it was good to see him, genuinely happy to hear that and not considering it just a meaningless platitude.
“You too!” he announced, taking his long coat off to reveal the ever-present pinstripe suit. He threw the garment onto a nearby chair and turned to face his brother once more. “Do you have anything else?” he asked, before he caught up with himself. “Oh, that was rude. A beer would be nice, and how are you?”
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Post by Will Adams on Sept 24, 2009 21:38:44 GMT -5
Will could see the enthusiasm in his brother even as he just looked around Will's meager home. It wasn't much to look at and Will was sure that Trent could afford something nicer, being a genius and all, he was sure that it paid well. He gave a small grin as he heard his brother say never better. "Good, I'm glad to hear it" He said, not at all surprised by his brother's mannerisms, something he had long ago gotten used to, and despite the time apart, still seemed completely normal for Trent. He had never once thought that his brother needed to work on his social skills. He didnt think Trent needed to work on anything really.
Will smiled back as Trent said it was good to see him too. Will believed him, not thinking it was just something he was saying to be polite. He wasn't sure he'd have shown up at all if that was the case. Will couldnt help but admire the suit that he was wearing once he removed the coat. Will wondered if he should own a suit, now that he was dating a cop, a prominent figure in the community. Should Will look more presentable?
Will smirked as Trent asked if he had anything else then took it back thinking himself rude. Will had Vodka and Rum in his kitchen too but he didnt think that was what Trent was going for. "I've got water or coke if you prefer?" He offered not minding if Trent preferred something else to beer. "I'm doing good"
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Trent Adams
New to Town
Human, Physics Teacher
Posts: 39
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Post by Trent Adams on Nov 2, 2009 8:56:40 GMT -5
Trent continued to smile as his large dark eyes roved around his brother’s place, his perfectly tailored skinny suit creasing around his form as he turned to view something else. It struck him that when he usually visited family he was given a pile of broken electronic and mechanical items almost before he’s stepped through the door. He even remembered getting frustrated when his English cousins couldn't follow his instructions over webcam to get their internet connection working fast enough for Skype - he never did find out why they contacted him for that, they hadn't contacted him before or since, though it was probably something to do with his mother. It definitely felt odd not to be tinkering with something when he was on a visit, not that he only visited his brother to fix his stuff, he liked to see him too.
He looked away from the television by the wall, turned his mind away from trying to work out the perfect angle for aerial reception of signal, and peered at Will who had mentioned drinks. He grinned sheepishly at his brother, having not caught his forthrightness before it emerged from his mouth. “I like coke,” he told him, shifting to follow him into the kitchen.
He poked his head through the doorframe, noticing the pairs of crockery on the side waiting to be washed and remembering his brother’s response that had confused him before he had even opened the door, though he didn’t put it together straight away. “Were you expecting someone else?”
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