Post by SammieSinclair on Sept 18, 2016 10:37:56 GMT
SAMANTHA SINCLAIR
Samantha Sinclair had never felt so utterly bone weary, the petite young brunette drained from pretty head right on down to her tippy toes. More than once during the long flight between her home in England and her home in Orlando had she wanted to doze off, to embrace the all encompassing fatigue that gripped every inch of her athletic frame. And yet the sweet embrace of sleep had continued to elude her, regardless of how heavy her eyelids would become, the Brit of Perfectly Petite Proportions unable to shut down.
The last nine months, a long time to be absent by any measurement, had been filled with more heartache than she had imagined was possible to bare, Sinclair shifting uncomfortably in her seat as she was forced to remind herself that their trials had not ended in despair. Far from it, Sammie tilting her head sideways to look upon her little sister, Mary ‘Mouse’ Sinclair curled up like her namesake and snoozing like a saint, the redhead mumbling and fidgeting in her sleep, settling only when her ‘big’ sister leaned over to kiss her atop her noggin, reluctantly waking her sibling after their plane had landed.
MARY SINCLAIR
As Mary slowly blinked her way back into the world of the living, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hands, Sammie tapped her fingers against her armrest as she waited as patiently as possible for the hustle and bustle of the crowd beside her to disperse. Dwarfed by many of the passengers, and far too tired to put up a fight concerning the matter, Sammie had opted to remain seated whilst the majority of the passengers apparently couldn’t disembark the plane fast enough, the aisle filled with enough pushing and shoving humanity to but a Royal Rumble to shame.
It did provide her with a few moments longer to compose herself, the elder of the two Sinclair’s exhaling sharply as she was reminded of what the future had threatened nine months previous. Cancer, the all consuming blight upon humanity, had crept its way into the indomitable frame of Rick Sinclair, her Father faced with an uncertain future and the most gruelling trial of his already daunting life. His daughters had returned to his fading side without prompting. For nine months they had fought the parasite upon mankind as one and, on this occasion at least, Cancer had failed to claim another victim.
Never the less, it had taken its toll, and Sammie found herself wondering if the price of these ordeals had yet to be paid in full. Both ways, this was hardly the first time the young women had been rebuilt from the ground up, and she had to believe that she would once again be stronger for the experience. After all, what didn’t kill you...
She put the thought out of mind, smiling as she sighed deeply, reminding herself that, despite her fatigue, she should feel joyful of the outcome, smiling over at Mary as her sibling continued blinking before finally deciding that she was indeed awake and smiled back.
“Come on,” the small brunette prompted, moving to get up and stretch as much as her small frame would allow to reach the overhead compartment, “we’re home.”
“Home?” Mary blinked one last time before perking up considerably, almost hopping out of her seat, “Is anyone here to pick us up?” she enquired innocently enough.
“Is anyone not here to pick us up?” the older Sinclair laughed, enjoying the sensation as it filled her petite bosom, already aware of the entourage that would be waiting to greet them as they stepped off the plane. The Upstart Nation had apparently mobilised in force once the news had filtered through that the Sinclair’s, the Leader of FAWN’s most Babyfaced Faction amongst them, would be returning. Team Mates, Tag Team Partners, Allies and, of course, girlfriends were all ready and waiting their arrival, the very thought of which enough to ignite the smallest spark of energy back into Samantha, her friends inspiring hope.
“I bet even Skylar is here...” Sammie added as if it were an afterthought, her own display of innocence utterly impeccable as always.
To her credit, Mary boldly attempting to suppress her fierce blushing, and failed utterly to do so, bashful mumblings cut short as her elder sibling embraced her little sister in a fierce snug, kissing the top of her head again as she was want to do.
“Just remember, they aren’t the only ones who have been waiting,” Samantha warned, as much as a reminder to herself as it was for Mary.
“They aren’t?” the ‘smaller’ Sinclair pulled back, blinking slightly in confusion and a little bit of worry.
“No,” Sammie shook her head, feeling every pound of her fatigue returning a hundred fold, knowing that she would be given little time to recover before the enemies that she had made would come swooping down to take advantage. “They’re not, but it’s ok.” She smiled again, effortlessly reassuring Mary as only a ‘big’ sister could, “we’re Sinclair’s, and if this year has proven anything,” she paused, slinging her bag over one shoulder and helping the red head with her to pull on her own backpack, “it’s that there isn’t an ass in this world a Sinclair can’t kick...”
Samantha Sinclair had never felt so utterly bone weary, the petite young brunette drained from pretty head right on down to her tippy toes. More than once during the long flight between her home in England and her home in Orlando had she wanted to doze off, to embrace the all encompassing fatigue that gripped every inch of her athletic frame. And yet the sweet embrace of sleep had continued to elude her, regardless of how heavy her eyelids would become, the Brit of Perfectly Petite Proportions unable to shut down.
The last nine months, a long time to be absent by any measurement, had been filled with more heartache than she had imagined was possible to bare, Sinclair shifting uncomfortably in her seat as she was forced to remind herself that their trials had not ended in despair. Far from it, Sammie tilting her head sideways to look upon her little sister, Mary ‘Mouse’ Sinclair curled up like her namesake and snoozing like a saint, the redhead mumbling and fidgeting in her sleep, settling only when her ‘big’ sister leaned over to kiss her atop her noggin, reluctantly waking her sibling after their plane had landed.
MARY SINCLAIR
As Mary slowly blinked her way back into the world of the living, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hands, Sammie tapped her fingers against her armrest as she waited as patiently as possible for the hustle and bustle of the crowd beside her to disperse. Dwarfed by many of the passengers, and far too tired to put up a fight concerning the matter, Sammie had opted to remain seated whilst the majority of the passengers apparently couldn’t disembark the plane fast enough, the aisle filled with enough pushing and shoving humanity to but a Royal Rumble to shame.
It did provide her with a few moments longer to compose herself, the elder of the two Sinclair’s exhaling sharply as she was reminded of what the future had threatened nine months previous. Cancer, the all consuming blight upon humanity, had crept its way into the indomitable frame of Rick Sinclair, her Father faced with an uncertain future and the most gruelling trial of his already daunting life. His daughters had returned to his fading side without prompting. For nine months they had fought the parasite upon mankind as one and, on this occasion at least, Cancer had failed to claim another victim.
Never the less, it had taken its toll, and Sammie found herself wondering if the price of these ordeals had yet to be paid in full. Both ways, this was hardly the first time the young women had been rebuilt from the ground up, and she had to believe that she would once again be stronger for the experience. After all, what didn’t kill you...
She put the thought out of mind, smiling as she sighed deeply, reminding herself that, despite her fatigue, she should feel joyful of the outcome, smiling over at Mary as her sibling continued blinking before finally deciding that she was indeed awake and smiled back.
“Come on,” the small brunette prompted, moving to get up and stretch as much as her small frame would allow to reach the overhead compartment, “we’re home.”
“Home?” Mary blinked one last time before perking up considerably, almost hopping out of her seat, “Is anyone here to pick us up?” she enquired innocently enough.
“Is anyone not here to pick us up?” the older Sinclair laughed, enjoying the sensation as it filled her petite bosom, already aware of the entourage that would be waiting to greet them as they stepped off the plane. The Upstart Nation had apparently mobilised in force once the news had filtered through that the Sinclair’s, the Leader of FAWN’s most Babyfaced Faction amongst them, would be returning. Team Mates, Tag Team Partners, Allies and, of course, girlfriends were all ready and waiting their arrival, the very thought of which enough to ignite the smallest spark of energy back into Samantha, her friends inspiring hope.
“I bet even Skylar is here...” Sammie added as if it were an afterthought, her own display of innocence utterly impeccable as always.
To her credit, Mary boldly attempting to suppress her fierce blushing, and failed utterly to do so, bashful mumblings cut short as her elder sibling embraced her little sister in a fierce snug, kissing the top of her head again as she was want to do.
“Just remember, they aren’t the only ones who have been waiting,” Samantha warned, as much as a reminder to herself as it was for Mary.
“They aren’t?” the ‘smaller’ Sinclair pulled back, blinking slightly in confusion and a little bit of worry.
“No,” Sammie shook her head, feeling every pound of her fatigue returning a hundred fold, knowing that she would be given little time to recover before the enemies that she had made would come swooping down to take advantage. “They’re not, but it’s ok.” She smiled again, effortlessly reassuring Mary as only a ‘big’ sister could, “we’re Sinclair’s, and if this year has proven anything,” she paused, slinging her bag over one shoulder and helping the red head with her to pull on her own backpack, “it’s that there isn’t an ass in this world a Sinclair can’t kick...”
