Luke, I Am Your Father [Mini/Verne]

[Kenlie (DELETED 4989)]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

Kenlie had been on her nightly run when she received Mini's text. Luckily, she wasn't very far from the Honeymead transit, and West was just across the street from it. It took her all but ten minutes to get there, jogging up the path and then making it into the elevator. When she found the door with the numbers 1507 on it, she knocked lightly before pushing the door open. She was dressed in a pair of gray sweats, a black t-shirt, and an HRWU hoodie. Her sneakers squeaked against the floor as she took a step inside. "Hey. Someone needs a heal?"

<Kenlie> ... And it's clearly you, Coach.

<Kenlie> The ****?

Dominique's eyes lifted up and spotted Kenlie showing up. "Hey. Glad you found the place." She lifted up from the sofa beneath her. "He can drink and move faster than I can through that cathedral. He met my security system. Nice eh?"

<Verne> "It's just my shoulder, won't kill me,” the man said but got up anyway, putting his beer down. He'd already managed to pack the wound so that it didn't continue to bleed out all over his shirt. "Do your magic, Kenlie.”

Dominique watched as he moved to stand. She was ignoring the wound that should be her focus. She was trying her best to resist. Kenlie was safe. She had shoes on still so that didn't bug her but his sock covered feet did.

Kenlie raised both 'brows as she shut the door behind her. She pushed the sleeves of her hoodie up, the thick material bunching at her elbows to expose the ink that littered her arms in random places. She planned on a sleeve, but the design wasn't quite finished. "You must be accident prone," she told him, giving a little laugh before she lifted both hands. Inked digits gently came to cup the curve of his shoulder with a feather-light touch, not pressing down too harshly. To concentrate, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to center all of that power into the task at hand. After a few seconds, she frowned and lowered her hands a bit. "I think I'm low on juice."

Dominique didn't miss a beat and handed Kenlie Verne's beer.

Kenlie took the bottle, and then a few gulps.

<Kenlie> Thanks.

<Verne> "It's not too painful," he said, trying not to worry any of them. "Give it a few days and it will be gone anyway." He was sorry he had to hang around Dominique in a bloodied t-shirt, but she partly deserved it, letting him walk into her unlocked apartment when he'd thought she was home, only to find he'd gotten there before her. His azure gaze pinned Dominique as she handed his beer over, a smile taking his lips captive; he went to the fridge and helped himself to another.
Kenlie set the beer down on the table so she could unzip her hoodie and tug it off. A hand came up to her forehead to push some of her hair back, dampened by sweat. At least she didn't smell like monkey **** and back room bar sex. "If it's still there in the morning, I'll take care of it then."

Dominique couldn't resist looking at her own shoulder and moving it a little. She shrugged. So she would have to figure out how to heal herself since the hospital wouldn't be seeing her anymore. "Slick how that works. Will come in handy." Her eyes looked at her door where the traps usually sat. "I am thinking we aren't going to worry about traps anymore."

Verne returned to the couch with a beer and plopped down, putting his feet up again on the black table in front of him. His lips were pressed to the brim of the beer, "You want to stay for the movie for something?" He asked, pointing his question at Kenlie.

Kenlie gave a lopsided grin as she followed Dom's gaze to the door. "Yeah, that might be a good idea." She paused and eyed the blonde. "At least until someone can go a whole day without getting the crap kicked out of him." She folded her hoodie over one arm and then moved to plop down beside the other woman. "What you two watching?"

Dominique felt the weight of one plopping down on one side of her and then the shift of the other taking a seat. She shrugged and stuck her inked bare feet on the table and looked at each of them. "Sounds like a plan." She ruffled the back of her own head with her fingers then settled back. "One of you pick a movie."

Kenlie leaned forward so she could eye Verne over Dom. "Gone In Sixty Seconds?" she suggested.

Verne hadn't been paying much attention to the television before Kenlie had come in. He pushed to remote over to Dom and leaned back, sipping from the beer every now and then; he was so happy she was where she belonged again and it was nice to be hanging out. "I don't mind what we watch," he admitted, leaving Kenlie to flick to something that looked good.

Dominique grabs the remote from both of them and clicks to what would always work. It was a favorite of Rufus'. He seemed to move faster in the living room when the inspiring sounds vibrated through the surround sound. "There you go."

Verne had watched Star Wars a few times and never got tired of it so he sat back and zoned out a little, his beer going warm where he held it between his hands on his lap.

Kenlie reached forward to grab the bottle Dom had given her and take a swig. She'd never seen Star Wars before. It wasn't exactly one of those typical Mexican things -- and her family was very typically Mexican. As the opening credits rolled, she reached up a hand to scratch at the bridge of her nose.

Dominique finding the sounds tempting her into watching a repeat of what sounded good enough to fall asleep to. She didn't give it any thought and stretched back more and locked her feet one over the other and scratched at the bridge of her nose.

Verne caught sight of the girls and had to smile, both making the same action at the exact same time. Verne shook his head and pointed his gaze back to the television but not without noticing Dom cross her feet first. He edged his own foot over and poked the side of hers with a sock covered toe.

Kenlie managed to stay quiet for at least a few seconds. She sniffed a few times and crossed her arms in different positions. Then... "This is Star Trek, right?"

[Dominique]

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Dominique's nose crinkled and any part of her relaxed was gone. She couldn't let it go. She tried. It was not going to work. "Sorry for doing this." She announced standing up. Without warning she tugged both Verne's socks off and tossed them. With a relieved sigh she sat back down and assumed her position. "I feel so much better now."

Verne's eyes almost fell out of his head with his shock; his face turned to look at Kenlie. "Don't make me force you to suffer through a whole night of Star Wars." He would make her watch every video if that was what it took to know the difference and never make that mistake again. "Holy ****, kids these days," the man teased. It was then Dominique stood up and tugged the socks off his feet, discarding them. "... Okay," Verne said slowly and looked at his socks, now residing on the other side of the room. "Not strange at all."

Dominique looked at his feet and raised a brow.

Kenlie was just about to make a retort when Dom stood up and set about to de-socking Verne's gross, man feet. She stared for a few seconds, then quirked a 'brow. "Should my feet be naked, too, then...?"

Verne wiggled his toes, long toe-nails on display.

<Kenlie> ...

Kenlie scrunched her whole face.

Dominique couldn't stop staring.

Kenlie eyed Dom. "Do you have clippers?"

<Kenlie> Toe nail clippers, animal nail clippers... Scissors.

Verne beamed, looking almost proud; **** it, he was, they were real beauts. "Bet you wish you hadn't done that."

Dominique pointed to the hallway leading to the back bedroom. "Yeah, back there." Her eyes finally shifted to Verne. "Seriously?"

Kenlie got up and wandered back in the direction she pointed. There was the sound of some drawers opening and closing, one of which was shut way too quickly. Some things didn't need to be seen. When she did find the clippers, she slid back into the living room, both hands behind her back.

<Kenlie> Coach.

<Kenlie> Pull your pants up.

Dominique wondered how often he heard that but shrugged.

<Dominique> "Hike them up.

<Verne> "My toenails make up for my fingernails," he explained," Or lack of…" Verne was terrible when it came to chewing his fingernails and often did so until the fingers bled. It drove everyone in his family crazy which seemed to have encouraged him over the years. Verne pulled his jeans up a little, "This feels an awful lot like foreplay," he teased, obviously kidding.

Dominique shook her head. "Then by Gods you have been doing it all wrong."

Kenlie shook her head at precisely the same time Dom did, and then held the clippers out towards her. "You can do it."

Dominique shook her head. "I have done a lot of things but this just creeps me the hell out. I am stunned."

Kenlie scrunched up her face again.

Kenlie eyed the toenails.

Verne snatched the clippers from Kenlie's fingers and went to the bathroom. "Girls," he complained, closing the door behind him.

Dominique scratched her head. "Alright. You get one foot hold it down and I clip. Then we switch. Share the misery?"

Dominique chases after him yanking Kenlie with.

Kenlie stumbled after her, eyes wide.

<Dominique> You really think he is parting with them? He let them grow that long.

<Kenlie> What, you think he has separation issues with his toenails?

Verne had put the lid down on the toilet and was now trimming back the nail on his big toe. When the girls burst in he stared up at them. "What is this! Dinner and a show?"

<Dominique> I say the length speaks for itself.

Kenlie pointed at Verne. "Look. He can do it."

<Kenlie> We don't need to touch his man feet.

Dominique watches with speculation.

Kenlie scratched the bridge of her nose...

<Kenlie> Uh.

Dominique did the same almost mirroring her without noticing.

Verne threatened to chase them around the house with a fistful of toe clippings if they didn't return to the movie right now!

<Kenlie> EW!

Dominique eyes widened.

Kenlie ran back out to the sofa.

Dominique was in fast pursuit.

Kenlie took a running leap at the couch, then proceeded to take off her shoes and socks. She only did this so she could curl her feet up beneath her.

Dominique was grinning as she landed because she was in a sock free zone.

Kenlie scooted close to whisper. "Does that make you wonder what else he doesn't tend to?"

<Kenlie> Like... back hair?

Dominique got a sour expression. "Or a hairy ***?" She shivered.

<Kenlie> You know what this means.

Verne, when he was finished in the bathroom, binned the clippings and washed his hands, leaving the small nail device on the side of the sink before entering the lounge again. When he stepped out he looked over at the girls watched the girls whispering to each other and leaned against the wall, an amused smile playing across his face. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something about the two seemed strange, especially when they were together. Verne studied them for the few seconds he had where they hadn't noticed him come into the room.

Kenlie scrunched her nose. "I need to take him to get manscaped."

Dominique was stunned to say the least. "Kinda glad you came over Kenlie."

<Verne> "Who knows what I would have done to her," he interrupted, going back to join them on the couch.

Kenlie laughed softly, nudging the other girl with her elbow. When Verne joined them, she reached for the remote to resume playing the movie. "You could have clawed someone's eye out with those things."

Dominique's eyes popped up to see Verne. "Yeah, claws man. Those could be brutal."

<Verne> "If a new nickname is born from this experience I might just have to kill one of you, maybe both."

Kenlie started humming the Star Wars theme, since it was stuck in her head. She paused when Verne spoke, and looked over at him. "You can't kill me, because I'm your best pitcher."

<Kenlie> You'd be stuck with Dean.

Dominique hums along for support then stops. "And killing me would only piss me off."

<Dominique> "I have had enough rejection for the year thanks."

<Verne> "Urgh," he grumbled. "That would be terrible. Okay, you are safe, but your sister here isn't" He said without even thinking, but then it clicked; sisters... There had been something he just couldn't put his finger on and that had to be it. He leaned forward and stared at the both, sitting side by side. "Wait a minute... Are you two related?"

Kenlie perked a 'brow. Her chocolate brown eyes flicked from Verne to Dom, and back again. "Man... I just met her two days ago."

[Verne]

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Dominique looked from him to Kenlie. "Nope. My Mom died just after I was born and my Dad thing whatever you would care to call a snake that leaves on the first bus out of town when the child cries...he has never been seen. Good thing too."

<Kenlie> My mom's a whore that pretty much only comes around when she needs ****. My dad... Same.

Dominique was grateful her grandparents were the rare type that loved her like their own.

<Kenlie> He ditched.

<Kenlie> Before my first birthday.

Kenlie rubbed at her head some and leaned back into the sofa.

<Dominique> "That sucks. I am sorry."

<Kenlie> Don't be. I didn't need them.

Verne just stared.

Dominique nodded and tried not to glance at feet then looked at Verne. "How bout you?"

Kenlie stared back. "What?"

Dominique looked at him curiously.

<Verne> "What about me?" He asked.

<Kenlie> We dished on our parents.

<Dominique> "So how bout yours? You had some."

Verne shrugged. "Dad was hard on us but stuck with the family until he passed away just before I finished high school and my mother is still kicking, just."

<Kenlie> She's sick, huh?

<Verne> "Very," he nodded.

Dominique that sort of caught her attention but she nodded slowly.

Kenlie frowned a bit. She knew that feeling. "My gran was, too. Second stroke killed her."

<Dominique> "Maybe Kenlie can heal her for you?"

<Kenlie> I... I don't think I can heal diseases.

<Kenlie> I can heal flesh wounds, sure...

<Verne> "Kenlie couldn't even heal a bullet hole, I doubt she can heal fifty years of overeating," he said and the words shocked even him; he hadn't meant to sound so rude. "Sorry Kenny..."

<Dominique> "It's amazing what you can do. That healing is a trip and ..." She swatted him.

Kenlie shook her head a little. "I don't mind."

<Kenlie> That ****'s tough. I get it.

<Kenlie> Your apology's accepted.

Kenlie took another swig of her beer.

<Kenlie> What made you think we're related?

<Dominique> "Smoking took the two who raised me. Sucked to watch."

<Verne> "Yours eyebrows, face shape, the way you both do the same thing at the same time.. some kind of nervous tick you both have going on with your noses."

Kenlie looked at Dom and squinted.

<Kenlie> She's too pale.

Kenlie grinned.

Dominique looked at Kenlie and gave it some thought. "She is more narrow in the face. Cute lips. Mine look like my grandfather’s. Grandmother was Italian. Lack of sun will do it to ya."

Verne just smiled. "So maybe you have different mothers? Sound like your dad was a loser." He was convinced now and he wasn't going to drop it.

Dominique looked at his feet. "So were those toenails."

Kenlie looked at Verne, her 'brows furrowing a little in seriousness. When her eyes were set back on Dom, she leaned back, bottle tipped toward her lips. "Birthday."

Dominique had been asked that a lot and it was usually getting booked in some precinct for car theft. "Third of August. Nineteen ninety one."

Kenlie rolled her shoulders some, shifting a little uncomfortably. "September fifteenth, ninety ninety two."

<Kenlie> That makes you eleven months older than me, plus some odd days.

Kenlie eyed Verne.

Verne rubbed his jaw. "You two could be two days apart, I'd still think the same thing."

Dominique wonders where the snake in the grass was now.

<Kenlie> You know what his name was?

<Kenlie> Ethnicity, anything?

<Kenlie> My mom said my dad's family was Italian. But she never told me any last name.

<Kenlie> Was afraid I'd go look for him and ****.

<Dominique> "Nope. The mere mention of him sent my grandmother into a fit of Italian expletives and my grandfather sharpening his knife."

Dominique looks at Verne. "You ever have kids?"

<Verne> "God I hope not," he said. "What ever you two are thinking just stuff it back away. I'm Russian, not Italian and I'm only a few years older than the two of you... Jesus." He said and then made a face at taking the lords name in vain.

Kenlie scratched her head. "Look, Coach, it's an incredibly slim chance. Impossible."

<Kenlie> I was born in New York.

<Kenlie> Not anywhere in Canada.

Dominique smirks. "Not with those feet." Eyes her own. "I was born in New York."

Kenlie got silent for a while.

Verne raised a brow. "Oh, both from New York, surely there is no chance then."

Kenlie dug out her phone and Googled something.

<Dominique> "A few million others have been born there and twice as many snakes in the grass are there as well."

Verne finished his beer.

<Kenlie> The only thing I can find on here is ancestral sites and DNA tests.

<Kenlie> And I don't do needles. (Says the girl with piercings and tattoos.)

<Kenlie> But... She's kind of right.

<Kenlie> New York is full of scum.

Dominique smiled. "We are safe here in Harper Rock from that." Chuckled/

<Verne> "Why don't you get a DNA test?"

<Kenlie> For the most pa-

<Kenlie> *****, I don't do needles!

Dominique eyes her piercings.

Kenlie toys with the small hoop through her septum.

Dominique tries not to laugh.

<Verne> "Then pull out some hair and send that off?"

<Kenlie> They can do it by hair?

Kenlie eyes her phone again.

<Kenlie> DNA Plus dot com.

<Kenlie> "DNA PLUS is a leading provider of paternity, prenatal, legal, infidelity, and forensic testing services." Hmm...

<Dominique> "Or nail clippings. I think those work too. Can send off some hair from each of us and some of Verne's nails."

Kenlie read it from the website in a monotone voice, then looked up at Dom and laughed.

<Kenlie> They do have sibling DNA tests, but...

Dominique eyed Kenlie then looked over and studied Verne. Finally she looked forward and didn't really focus on Star Wars but realized maybe the world was a whole lot smaller than she first thought.

Kenlie eyed Verne. "You're paying for it, since this is your idea."

<Kenlie> And I'm broke anyway.

<Kenlie> Which also means you're giving me a ride to practice this week.

Kenlie finished her beer.

<Dominique> "Then take a sample and let me know what you think. I will be honest. I have outstanding warrants and it isn't for bad hair."

Kenlie waved her phone. "You can do these ones at home."

<Kenlie> It looks pretty easy. Kind of like a pregnancy test, without all the pissing.

<Kenlie> So no one will need your information.

Dominique nodded. "Fair enough." She stood up and found the scissors and pulled out a conservative strand and cut her own hair and handed it to Kenlie. "Let me know what you find out."

Kenlie swallowed quietly as she took the piece of Dom's hair. She exhaled, then nodded. "Alright. I'll just bill Verne." She eyed the man and shook her head.