Post by SammieSinclair on Aug 10, 2014 9:58:21 GMT
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Samantha Sinclair
Sammie Sinclair burst out from her bathroom with the utter lack of inhibition that could only be achieved when you knew you were alone. With nothing but a towel to protect her modesty, the petite pixie that was also the Leader of FAWN’s most Babyface of Factions, the Upstart Nation, spun into a spiral, damp from head to toe from her morning shower and all but glowing with new day pep, the kitten swishing her hips this way and that like she just don’t care, shaking her pert toosh as she shimmied to her tunes. She sang along with the lyrics, an imaginary microphone in hand, a wet mane of chocolate curls whipping about her glistening, slender shoulders, her every rhythmic step light and care free as she danced atop her tip toes.
“Woke up on the right side of the bed, what’s up with this Prince song inside my head? Hands up if you’re down to get down tonight, ‘cause it’s always a good time! Slept in all my clothes like I didn’t care, hopped into a cab take me anywhere, I’m in if you’re down to get down tonight, ‘cause it’s always a good tiMOTHERFUDGER!”
Sammie ground to an immediate halt, chocolate curls almost shooting up in fright as her eyes of baby brown shot open wide, the People’s Princess clutching her towel tightly about her petite body as she caught sight of someone sitting upon her couch. For those first, frantic moments of alarm her heart beat a mile a minute, paws searching for anything that she could immediately use for bludgeoning, until recognition dawned and she blinked several times in confusion.
Her Father, the legendary Rick ‘Golden Goliath’ Sinclair blinked back, the mammoth of a man as large as life, if not bigger, looking infuriatingly nonchalant, if a little perplexed. He was huge as people imagined, living up to his namesake and seemingly dwarfing the world around him, tall and broad and wrapped in a mass of muscle, even if more of it than not had become more cuddly than firm in these, his retirement days. His hair, a dark brown, remained full and fell in seamlessly with his beard, framing his wide features and bushy eyebrows, creating the familiar illusion that he was some manner of grizzly bear. He was, in a word, intimidating.
That is, however, to everyone but his daughter.
“DADDY!” Sammie scowled with the most adorable of angry pouts, his Little Sparrow stomping one foot in the same way she always did when displaying her frustration with him. Rick endured it, an affectionate smirk creasing his big boned features. “What are you doing here? You should knock!! You should knock and wait!!”
“Nonsense,” Rick waved away his daughters concerns, “you haven’t got anything I haven’t seen before.”
“I have new things daddy!!” Sammie continued pouting, wrapping her towel more tightly around the petite, pert bosom that Fathers everywhere like to believe their daddy’s girls didn’t possess. “NEW THINGS!!”
“Which I can’t see” the ‘chief’ of the Sinclairs assured, baritone tone rumbling in amusement. It was a good humour that he possessed in spades and yet few had been allowed to see, it was a good humour that his children brought out in him. Children. That was a thought that sobered him up quickly, reminding him why he was here.
Sammie’s ire, as it always did, melted quickly. She tried to maintain her temper but it was a lost cause, and soon enough she surrendered, the sight of her Father after so long bringing a spark to life she could not deny. With the brightest smile suddenly alight upon her features she dashed on over, leaping into her daddy’s arms for a mammoth embrace, the Goliath and his Sparrow.
“Have you been watching me kick some ass!?!” she asked hurriedly, eager as always for his approval, pulling back just long enough to demonstrate the punching of furious fists. “I have been kicking all of the ass!”
“Samantha,” Rick reluctantly interrupted, his features sombre. Sammie blinked, confused by the sudden shift in his demeanour. She titled her head in question, and he was forced to answer.
“There’s something you should know,” he stepped back and sideways, revealing the incredibly nervous Mary standing in the kitchen door, the tiny red head seemingly trying to make herself as small as possible, “and someone you should meet...”
Mary 'Mouse'
“I know you,” Samantha interrupted, the Bright Eyed Wonder blinking a few more times before looking between her father and the teenage girl, “we’re met...I think...we...”
“Samantha,” Rick put a hand upon his daughter’s slender shoulder, “this is Mary. She’s your sister...”
Samantha Sinclair
Sammie Sinclair burst out from her bathroom with the utter lack of inhibition that could only be achieved when you knew you were alone. With nothing but a towel to protect her modesty, the petite pixie that was also the Leader of FAWN’s most Babyface of Factions, the Upstart Nation, spun into a spiral, damp from head to toe from her morning shower and all but glowing with new day pep, the kitten swishing her hips this way and that like she just don’t care, shaking her pert toosh as she shimmied to her tunes. She sang along with the lyrics, an imaginary microphone in hand, a wet mane of chocolate curls whipping about her glistening, slender shoulders, her every rhythmic step light and care free as she danced atop her tip toes.
“Woke up on the right side of the bed, what’s up with this Prince song inside my head? Hands up if you’re down to get down tonight, ‘cause it’s always a good time! Slept in all my clothes like I didn’t care, hopped into a cab take me anywhere, I’m in if you’re down to get down tonight, ‘cause it’s always a good tiMOTHERFUDGER!”
Sammie ground to an immediate halt, chocolate curls almost shooting up in fright as her eyes of baby brown shot open wide, the People’s Princess clutching her towel tightly about her petite body as she caught sight of someone sitting upon her couch. For those first, frantic moments of alarm her heart beat a mile a minute, paws searching for anything that she could immediately use for bludgeoning, until recognition dawned and she blinked several times in confusion.
Her Father, the legendary Rick ‘Golden Goliath’ Sinclair blinked back, the mammoth of a man as large as life, if not bigger, looking infuriatingly nonchalant, if a little perplexed. He was huge as people imagined, living up to his namesake and seemingly dwarfing the world around him, tall and broad and wrapped in a mass of muscle, even if more of it than not had become more cuddly than firm in these, his retirement days. His hair, a dark brown, remained full and fell in seamlessly with his beard, framing his wide features and bushy eyebrows, creating the familiar illusion that he was some manner of grizzly bear. He was, in a word, intimidating.
That is, however, to everyone but his daughter.
“DADDY!” Sammie scowled with the most adorable of angry pouts, his Little Sparrow stomping one foot in the same way she always did when displaying her frustration with him. Rick endured it, an affectionate smirk creasing his big boned features. “What are you doing here? You should knock!! You should knock and wait!!”
“Nonsense,” Rick waved away his daughters concerns, “you haven’t got anything I haven’t seen before.”
“I have new things daddy!!” Sammie continued pouting, wrapping her towel more tightly around the petite, pert bosom that Fathers everywhere like to believe their daddy’s girls didn’t possess. “NEW THINGS!!”
“Which I can’t see” the ‘chief’ of the Sinclairs assured, baritone tone rumbling in amusement. It was a good humour that he possessed in spades and yet few had been allowed to see, it was a good humour that his children brought out in him. Children. That was a thought that sobered him up quickly, reminding him why he was here.
Sammie’s ire, as it always did, melted quickly. She tried to maintain her temper but it was a lost cause, and soon enough she surrendered, the sight of her Father after so long bringing a spark to life she could not deny. With the brightest smile suddenly alight upon her features she dashed on over, leaping into her daddy’s arms for a mammoth embrace, the Goliath and his Sparrow.
“Have you been watching me kick some ass!?!” she asked hurriedly, eager as always for his approval, pulling back just long enough to demonstrate the punching of furious fists. “I have been kicking all of the ass!”
“Samantha,” Rick reluctantly interrupted, his features sombre. Sammie blinked, confused by the sudden shift in his demeanour. She titled her head in question, and he was forced to answer.
“There’s something you should know,” he stepped back and sideways, revealing the incredibly nervous Mary standing in the kitchen door, the tiny red head seemingly trying to make herself as small as possible, “and someone you should meet...”
Mary 'Mouse'
“I know you,” Samantha interrupted, the Bright Eyed Wonder blinking a few more times before looking between her father and the teenage girl, “we’re met...I think...we...”
“Samantha,” Rick put a hand upon his daughter’s slender shoulder, “this is Mary. She’s your sister...”
