“Gods dammit, you son of a bitch!” The scream from his mother’s room was a surprise to Jesse, who he’d thought had gone to take a nap. Frowning so his nose crinkled and mouth got a sour look, the boy set down his tablet- a very expensive gift he took good care of- the boy wandered to his mother’s room, pushing open the door to look inside the overly-white room at his mother, who was only partially dressed in her suit from earlier with the tie slung over her shoulders, jacket across the edge of the bed. Sitting crossed-legged, she was glaring down at her laptop, her own face twisted into the same scowling expression he’d had moments ago.
“Mom?” Eyes flashing up, the look was washed away, a soft smile feminizing Blair’s features. “Is Alex…?” The woman nodded ruefully before pushing her laptop away with one hand, running her fingers through her slicked-back, honey brown hair with the other.
“Yeah, he’s… well, he’s close.” Hands free, she offered them to her son, who was quick to crawl into her bed and on her lap.
“So, I have to pack again?” Despite being seven, the boy had been through this before- his father closing in on them, always uncertain if it was to take him and his mother away, or to kill his mother. Either way, he had been told honestly about his father and wanted nothing to do with him.
“Yeah. We’ve got to be out of here by midnight. Earlier, if we can.” The boy remained quiet for several long moments, giving the woman time to think. As she ran her fingers through his soft blonde hair, she began to hum, the sound a deep and familiar rumble to him. “I think we’ll try leaving America, see if that helps. I was thinking maybe London.” Looking down, she met her very own eyes, still pleased that some part of her had been dominant against Alexander’s genetics. Dark green irises that were made darker by the thick black line that bordered them. “What do you think?” A thoughtful look crossed his face as he looked up but through his mother.
“Okay,” With a nod, the boy finally agreed. “Are you going to change your name?”
“I was thinking Claudia Marks.” Propping her chin on her wrist, she eyed him. “Going to stay Jesse? Be Jesse Marks?”
“Can we do Fowl?” Lifting a brow, Blair took a moment.
“Claudia Fowl? I suppose I don’t mind it.” At least he hadn’t asked if they could be Snicket’s this time. “Claudia and Jesse Fowl. Yeah, I like it.” The beaming grin her little boy offered her was well
worth the adjustment in name. “Now, you know the drill. Two suitcases- only things you refuse to leave behind.” Lifting him off the bed, the woman stood up; adjusting her tie and smoothing out any wrinkles in her shirt.
While her son packed the clothing and electronics he so enjoyed, Blair buisily wiped and burned all the files from her laptop. Packing would be easy for her- everything in her closet had an order, as well as everything in her dressers. Everything she owned could be zip-locked in her space bags she’d bought two years ago, tired of leaving behind clothing she still liked. Make up could be re-purchased, so could books and other trinkets. Her phone and laptop would be mailed to a deposit box in San Antonio to be locked up like all the rest.
By the next day, Claudia and Jesse Fowl boarded a plane to London, Claudia already searching for apartments- or flats, as they were called there.
"Claudia" is a hacker, programmer and all around technical genius, who just happens to be almost perfectly androgynous, which benefits her just fine as she is what she happily refers to as "Mentally gender-neutral."
Jesse is a seven year old that doesn't know how to deal with people, or really even care much for them. He prefers to spend his time reading, and will read literally anything he can get his hands on.
Their backgrounds are far more extensive, but that's just a general idea for you. I'd like to maybe move her into the basement flat of 221B- might be an easy way to place her in.
“Mom?” Eyes flashing up, the look was washed away, a soft smile feminizing Blair’s features. “Is Alex…?” The woman nodded ruefully before pushing her laptop away with one hand, running her fingers through her slicked-back, honey brown hair with the other.
“Yeah, he’s… well, he’s close.” Hands free, she offered them to her son, who was quick to crawl into her bed and on her lap.
“So, I have to pack again?” Despite being seven, the boy had been through this before- his father closing in on them, always uncertain if it was to take him and his mother away, or to kill his mother. Either way, he had been told honestly about his father and wanted nothing to do with him.
“Yeah. We’ve got to be out of here by midnight. Earlier, if we can.” The boy remained quiet for several long moments, giving the woman time to think. As she ran her fingers through his soft blonde hair, she began to hum, the sound a deep and familiar rumble to him. “I think we’ll try leaving America, see if that helps. I was thinking maybe London.” Looking down, she met her very own eyes, still pleased that some part of her had been dominant against Alexander’s genetics. Dark green irises that were made darker by the thick black line that bordered them. “What do you think?” A thoughtful look crossed his face as he looked up but through his mother.
“Okay,” With a nod, the boy finally agreed. “Are you going to change your name?”
“I was thinking Claudia Marks.” Propping her chin on her wrist, she eyed him. “Going to stay Jesse? Be Jesse Marks?”
“Can we do Fowl?” Lifting a brow, Blair took a moment.
“Claudia Fowl? I suppose I don’t mind it.” At least he hadn’t asked if they could be Snicket’s this time. “Claudia and Jesse Fowl. Yeah, I like it.” The beaming grin her little boy offered her was well
worth the adjustment in name. “Now, you know the drill. Two suitcases- only things you refuse to leave behind.” Lifting him off the bed, the woman stood up; adjusting her tie and smoothing out any wrinkles in her shirt.
While her son packed the clothing and electronics he so enjoyed, Blair buisily wiped and burned all the files from her laptop. Packing would be easy for her- everything in her closet had an order, as well as everything in her dressers. Everything she owned could be zip-locked in her space bags she’d bought two years ago, tired of leaving behind clothing she still liked. Make up could be re-purchased, so could books and other trinkets. Her phone and laptop would be mailed to a deposit box in San Antonio to be locked up like all the rest.
By the next day, Claudia and Jesse Fowl boarded a plane to London, Claudia already searching for apartments- or flats, as they were called there.
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So, this is an idea of how I write, and these are my two characters I want to start out with. "Claudia" is a hacker, programmer and all around technical genius, who just happens to be almost perfectly androgynous, which benefits her just fine as she is what she happily refers to as "Mentally gender-neutral."
Jesse is a seven year old that doesn't know how to deal with people, or really even care much for them. He prefers to spend his time reading, and will read literally anything he can get his hands on.
Their backgrounds are far more extensive, but that's just a general idea for you. I'd like to maybe move her into the basement flat of 221B- might be an easy way to place her in.
