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Post by Olivier Perreault on Oct 22, 2018 10:56:21 GMT -5
Oli had always considered himself very lucky as far as having a son like Ryker went. Of course, he'd gone through a few phases through his childhood and teenage years when he was a little less pleasant to deal with, but overall, he had a solid head on his shoulders, and he was a responsible kid. That should have meant he didn't have to deal with crazy shit teenagers and young adults were prone to do. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case, because they just happened to have one very impulsive nephew, and said nephew had apparently set himself up on a train to Paris rather than taking the train home after a night of drinking. So when Jess had called them up at three in the morning to ask Mel if there was any way she could make sure her idiot son didn't get himself killed, they'd obviously agreed to pick him up at the station. Although Mel had been the one to take the call, when she'd informed him of the situation, he'd told her to go back to sleep as he'd gotten himself out of bed. He had nothing planned in the morning, but she had to work, and as such, it seemed more sensible to be the one to pick up Brendon. So he'd gotten dressed and grabbed his car keys on the way out, locking up behind him and getting started on the drive. Thankfully, with it being the middle of the night, the lack of traffic made it a rather painless drive, and he parked out front once he arrived, stepping out so that he could wait for the younger guy to show up.
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Post by Brendon Clarke on Oct 24, 2018 16:36:57 GMT -5
As it turned out, going out to drink and also bringing a passport along with him had been a terrible idea for Brendon. Cora wasn't around and so he'd gone with some of his other friends. The problem with those other friends was that they did not live in the same area he did, meaning that he was left to his own devices in terms of getting home. He'd made his way to the station and then decided he might as well go to Paris. He'd had a great time last time he was in Paris, so he purchased a ticket and then got on the train after going through customs and telling them that he was staying with his aunt and uncle in Paris. They'd apparently not realized that he was drunk because they'd let him through and he'd gotten on the train and promptly passed out for an hour and a half, at which point he woke up and felt a little better but realized that he was not on his regular train home and then made a call to his mum saying he was on his way to Paris. To say she was unimpressed was a bit of an understatement but she did text him back telling him that his aunt would be there to meet him once he arrived. So, he fell back asleep until the train pulled into Paris and it was announced that they were arriving.
He didn't have any baggage, so he got out of the car and then into the station where he left and then tried to find his aunt, but he couldn't find her. So he wondered if he'd misheard, but then he caught sight of his uncle instead and made his way over to him. "I wasn't expecting you," he explained, his words a bit slow. "I thought, for sure it'll be aunt Mel and she'll be very disheveled cause she always is in the mornings and it's kinda the morning now. But you're like... ruffled in like a hot way. Like cool standing like that, with the lean on the car. No wonder you're the handsome lead type, I see it."
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Post by Olivier Perreault on Nov 7, 2018 18:01:31 GMT -5
Oli had absolutely no idea how something like this happened, but then, it wasn't exactly the first stupid idea his nephew had pursued. One of the biggest, no doubt, but not the first. He was lucky his mom had been able to reach him and Mel, otherwise he'd have had to just wait at the station until morning for the first train back to London. As it was, he wasn't convinced that wouldn't have been the best solution, maybe sober him up a little too, but he wasn't his kid to discipline, and he didn't want Jess to have to be worried about her son. Looking up as a small crowd of people started exiting the station, soon spotting Brendon among them and already able to tell from the way he walked and held himself that he still wasn't quite sober. Watching him as, after looking around a bit confusedly, he finally started making his way toward him, raising an eyebrow slightly as he started talking in a manner that clearly indicated a lack of filter. Not that the younger guy had much of one to start with, but it seemed even lesser now. "Alright well, now that we've established that, get in the car," he said as he pulled open the passenger door, walking around the vehicle to get into the driver's seat. He didn't want to spend more time out and about than strictly necessary.
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Post by Brendon Clarke on Nov 17, 2018 19:18:18 GMT -5
Brendon could tell that for some reason his uncle wasn't exactly in the best of moods, though he couldn't understand why. It wasn't that cold tonight and he was paying him a compliment, but he did go ahead and get up into the car after he made the suggestion to do so. Once he buckled himself in (after missing the buckle two times in a row) he turned and looked at him. "So hear me out here, and answer me this," he began without preamble. "You dated Aunt Mel when she was on a boat, right? Like, a bloody boat and you two still did the dating? How'd you make that work? Like... wasn't she... in the ocean and you were in France? How do you do a relationship like that?" Admittedly, he'd been thinking a lot about Lacie tonight and been a bit bummed about the fact that he could not, in fact, be any sort of involved with her outside of their casual flings when they got together because she lived in the middle of the Pacific and he lived on an island near the edge of the Atlantic ocean. But if anyone could shed some light on how to do it, it had to be his uncle.
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Post by Olivier Perreault on Nov 17, 2018 20:21:31 GMT -5
Oli knew for a fact that this was not likely to be a quiet car ride, not with Brendon here and not with the state he was in. He, however, had not expected the conversation the younger guy decided to bring up, raising an eyebrow slightly as he questioned how he and Mel had managed to do a relationship while she'd been working for the cruiseline. "I don't know where you got your information kid, but it didn't go down quite like that," he said as he started up the car and started on the drive back home. "We broke up after graduation. Mel didn't feel it was right to keep me on the hook while she'd be away for almost a year with little to no means of communication, and I knew she wouldn't be able to enjoy her experience if she had to worry about me waiting for her," he said with a light shrug, not wanting to make it sound entirely like the decision had been one sided. "Once her contract was over, she came over to visit your mom and we started things back up," he went on, throwing a quick glance at his nephew. "Is this about Lacie?" he asked. They'd found out, over the Christmas holiday, that the two of them had been getting a lot closer than any of them had known since the Clarkes' visit to Hawaii last summer.
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Post by Brendon Clarke on Nov 26, 2018 22:18:34 GMT -5
Obviously Brendon recognized that there were some differences between his aunt and uncle and him and Lacie. Namely, they'd already been dating before the long distance thing but still he wanted to hear that it could work. Instead his mind was blown as he was told that it didn't even happen. He felt betrayed. He felt confused. He felt like he should have heard about this much sooner. "How'd you know?" he asked, surprised when his uncle asked if this was about Lacie. But then, he went back to his surprise over the fact that he'd been lied to his entire life about the serious of events in his aunt and uncle's lives. "But back up. You broke up? You just broke up? And no one told us? You all just rearrange history and say, oh we started dating in high school and oh she worked on the cruise ship and oh then she moved to Paris and we lived happily ever after? How bloody fucking rude of you. Here I was, thinking, hey, they made a boat work! And you didn't even make a boat work! If you can't make a boat work what can I do?"
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Post by Olivier Perreault on Nov 27, 2018 11:12:36 GMT -5
Oli gave Brendon a bit of a look before returning his glance to the road when the younger guy asked how he'd known this was about Lacie. Honestly, why else would he be asking anything about long distance relationships? Sighing a bit as he went on a rant that was probably powered by drunkeness and apparently a bit of despair, and he was admittedly a bit surprised at how he was taking this. He'd thought his thing with the Hawaiian had been casual, but clearly there was something more there if he was so bummed to find that he and Mel had not, as he said, made a boat work. "You certainly didn't need to hear every single aspect of our lives before we had kids, and that goes for your parents' lives, too," he pointed out. "But more to your actual point here, that's not really... making a long distance relationship work doesn't depend on how long you've been together, or how far apart you are," he told him with a bit of a sigh, feeling like he was wasting his time since it was unlikely Brendon would remember any of this in the morning, but if he didn't say anything it likely wouldn't help in the present. "And making a boat work would be extremely difficult, by the way, not simpler than making England to Hawaii work," he went on with a slightly raised eyebrow. "Mel very seldom had free time or access to the internet. She could barely keep in touch with anyone. That's not a problem you have, I'm assuming," he spoke as he kept driving. "But at the end of the day, it's what's waiting at the end of the long distance period that matters. You can't date someone who lives on a different continent unless there's somewhat of a plan to reunite down the line. It doesn't have to be set in stone or concrete yet, but you've got to ask yourself, is there a time in the future where you think the two of you would live in the same place."
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Post by Brendon Clarke on Dec 9, 2018 18:15:17 GMT -5
Brendon wasn't thrilled as his uncle's defense was that they didn't need to hear every aspect of their lives before they had kids. Like that was supposed to make it better. Nor, did what he continued to say make him feel any better. Basically, his point boiling down to there wasn't a point in even thinking about it because there was no way in making anything work if there wasn't an end goal to look forward to. It made some sense but he did not like it in the slightest. It seemed too much like what he'd already been told before, that he needed to just accept things weren't going to work out with Lacie. "So, basically just leave the past in the past and move on," he summed up with a face. His head fell back against the seat and he looked over at his uncle with a groan. "You are not being the inspiring type right now. Aren't you supposed to inspire me? Isn't that your job? Inspirational uncle to save the day? Not boring, logical uncle. I take it back, you aren't that handsome. You've lost points." He hadn't, but he didn't need to know that.
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Post by Olivier Perreault on Dec 10, 2018 12:11:04 GMT -5
Oli gave a light shrug as Brendon spoke to say that basically all there was to do at this point was leave the past in the past and just move on, because if that was the conclusion he'd drawn from it, then he knew there wasn't a chance that he and Lacie would someday move to live in the same place. Which wasn't exactly surprising to him. He knew how much Lacie loved her home, but even more so the ocean. Her surfing passion wouldn't fare well in London. Similarly, knowing of Brendon's aspirations as a film maker, Hawaii wasn't likely to be the best platform for him to break through. Shaking his head a bit though as the younger guy went on to question if it wasn't his job to be inspiring, adding that he wasn't actually that handsome after all and had lost points. "Maybe my inspirational ways are a little off track after being woken up unexpectedly in the middle of the night to pick up my drunk nephew from the train station," he spoke a bit dryly. "Besides, how should I inspire you? I'm pretty sure you're not looking to move halfway across the country right now," he pointed out.
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Post by Brendon Clarke on Dec 23, 2018 15:05:33 GMT -5
Brendon really wasn't all that surprised by what he'd been told by his uncle. In fact, if he were more sober he'd probably recognize that it made a lot of sense but he wasn't caring about things making sense right now. All he cared about at the current moment was the fact that there seemed to be no good answers to the want that he felt for Lacie. The answer that he got about having to pick him up made him shrug because he was fairly certain that his mum had texted him that his aunt was gonna pick him up so that meant he'd chosen to come and get him. "I don't know!" he answered when asked how uncle Oli was supposed to inspire him. "I'm not in the inspiring business. You're a dad. Aren't you supposed to know how to inspire people? You could, I dunno, come up with something if you tried." His own dad wasn't very inspiring but then, he wasn't that type of dad. His dad was more the silent and grumbly type of dad, not the one you looked to as to how to do anything - unless you were looking to scare someone away, that he was a good model for.
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Post by Olivier Perreault on Dec 26, 2018 21:02:33 GMT -5
Oli felt that this was gonna be an even longer drive than he anticipated when he'd come to pick up Brendon, because this conversation had obviously been nowhere on his radar. He'd figured that there would be a lot of talking on the younger guy's part, but he'd thought he might just be able to kind of tune it out. Obviously, it wasn't the case because he was expecting answers out of him, and they were answers he couldn't really give, and definitely not to his satisfaction. "I'm not in the inspiring business either Brendon, I'm an actor. I don't come up with the stories," he spoke with a shake of his head. "Although, I guess I could just tell you whatever you want to hear right now, it's unlikely you'd remember it in the morning," he went on. "There's really only two options here though. Either you want to make something happen with Lacie, and work on whatever you've got to do to make it happen, or you've got to let it be what it was and move on from there," he told the younger guy. "Nobody's gonna make the decision for you, though, so that part can only be on you."
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Post by Brendon Clarke on Jan 8, 2019 10:41:42 GMT -5
Brendon was starting to wish that his aunt had been the one who picked him up. Not that she would have been anymore help on this front, but she might at least seem more sympathetic. Plus, she made her living on making people believe in magic and stuff, so... she might have actually been nicer about this. Maybe. It was hard to tell. He did give a deep sigh as Uncle Oli told him that he was an actor and that didn't put him in the inspiring business either because he was clearly missing the point. Then he had to go and add that he only had two choices and he had to make the decision himself. Like, wow. "You are the least helpful uncle I have," he informed him. He was the only uncle that he had, but oh well. His head fell back on the seat and he closed his eyes yawning widely as he did so. "Lacie is lucky she has two mums. You dads all seem pretty useless." At this point he was tired and he was very close to falling back asleep and so it wasn't a surprise that he did fall asleep as suddenly as he had before.
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