Nessie

( 100_prompts prompt table )

The Cooper baby is getting so BIG. Oh my god.

( pictures, because I can. )

Cooper Peter Penn
February 22, 11:42 PM
6 lb 8 oz, 18 inches

Way to be a surprise, little boy. You could have waited an extra couple of weeks, really.

And now, I'm going to sleep, because I hardly had any yesterday due to surprise!early baby.

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Ten Facts:

1. She was three and a half months pregnant in 2006 when a fight broke out at a GSOW show in the audience and somehow, she wound up right in it. Before anyone could get to her, she'd already been hit several times. By the time Security could get there, Caz had jumped off the stage and carried her toward the backstage area. She spent two days in the hospital, and she lost the baby.

2. She's obsessive about certain foods when pregnant. It changes with each baby. Wasabi Peas tend to be something she craves EVERY time though. To the point that when she eats them, he teases her about being pregnant. Normally, he's right.

3. She seriously contemplated going to college to be a teacher. She still plays with the idea sometimes.

4. She once built Caitlyn and Lauren a playhouse and had the guys build a huge platform for it so they could have an "indoor treehouse". Now that they're mostly too old for it, she sometimes climbs up in it and takes naps. If she's ever "missing" that's where she is, more often than not.

5. She has an obsession with yummy smelling candles. And incense. And perfume oils. And perfume. And essential oils. And And And... she could go on forever.

6. She took classes in burlesque. Hell, she PERFORMED burlesque for 3 months, not that she'd admit it to the kids.

7. She watches scary movies WAY more than is healthy.

8. She has over 300 notebooks full of poems, music she has written, lyric snippets and sentences she thought were pretty when she thought of them. They are cataloged and neatly stored in her cedar chest.

9. If she had to save one material possession she has from a fire, she would choose these. Yes, they are (Louboutin) shoes. Yes, she KNOWS they are expensive. That's kind of the point. Thus why she would save them.

10. She carries around what Kyla so lovingly calls "the great purse of everythingness". At any given time, she has everything from bandaids to diapers, tissues to snacks. If you need it? She probably has it.

Future!Family?

Iriock/Nori would like to discuss the possibility of turning us immortal.

She's serious.

Pros/Cons post them in comments, please.

I. Am. So. Fucking. Sick. Of. This. BULLSHIT!

Done. So done. So VERY done. Like, ready to grab the keys and just fucking take off. After all, he can threaten to go do drugs, so why can't I fucking leave? We'll both do what we do best. He can fuck up HIS way and I'll fuck up mine.

Kyla checked herself into the fucking HAVEN because she can't deal with the fact that he's fucking rejecting her all the time. I love her. I love him. If something doesn't change soon between them... well, I don't even KNOW what because I'm not sure I've ever BEEN this angry before.

I laid it on the line in fucking Columbia. I almost left THEN, because I asked for one fucking thing, and he couldn't give it to me. I gave in (LIKE ALWAYS) and look where I am now. Months later out here time, years, internal, and it's still just the fucking same.

Someone better start the whole "Convincing Ness" thing REAL fast, because I'm ready to scream. Literally ready to scream and beat the everloving SHIT out of him.

How is it he can fuck around with EVERYONE but the ONE person I told him I WANTED him to? HOW THE FUCK DOES THAT WORK? PLEASE, SOMEONE TELL ME. FUCKING CLUE ME IN. He fucks Sweep and Mel and Cherry and Donner and I'm PRETTY FUCKING SURE he'd fuck Bells if the moment ever presented itself, but NO, not MY GIRLFRIEND who I love with every fiber of my being. Not KYLA for WHATEVER FUCKING LAME ASS REASON HE HAS. He can't even say he hasn't known her as long as everyone, because... much as I love Mel (and honey, you know I do) he HAS known Kyla longer.

ARGH! Fuck off. Seriously. I told him AT THE TIME that this was a fucking deal breaker, and I didn't let it break the deal because I'm a fucking idiot and love him. I smiled serenely and told him to go right on ahead and break someone I love because he just COULDN'T because his fucking crisis of morality hit him because I was pregnant with his fucking daughter. So, because Kyla got caught up in that whole shit-storm, now he won't open up to her at all and give her a fucking chance. Real fucking nice.

I am SO sick of this SHIT. SO FUCKING TIRED OF DICKING AROUND WITH WHAT CASPER PENN WANTS when my feelings and the feelings of someone I love are simply ignored. I fucking HATE THIS. I hate watching my girlfriend cry because my husband's being a cock. I hate knowing she can hardly talk to ME or come see ME because of the feelings she has for him and the way it leaves her feeling when she sees him. RAWR!

( A moment and my simple, careless plans were all unmade )

Nessa headed out to get the mail, grinning at the card in the stack. It was the fourth card they'd gotten and she figured it was another Congratulations card for the wedding. She tucked the envelopes under her arm as she stopped to talk to one of the neighbors. They had neighbors. She was so amused.

( neighbors and mail )

Greer-Penn Janessa Theodora Greer and Casper Thomas Penn were married July 6, 2000 in Las Vegas, NV. The bride was escorted by her older brothers, Deacon and Rowan Greer. Donna Peters, Christopher O'Brian, Kent Sweet and Isabella Patterson, friends of the couple, were witnesses. The ceremony was held at the New England Chapel. Both bride and groom are musicians and they are expecting their first child in August.

They had a phone. An actual PHONE, in her name, and a townhouse in both of their names. And in a day or two they would go and get married. It was amazing. She knew that Melissa had pulled a few strings for them at the rental office, vouching for them, and the fact that she'd lived there for 4 years and never been late with rent helped out immensely. And then when they'd gone to drop off the first and last month's rent and the deposit (and how she'd flinched when she'd realized that took almost all of their money, but it was WORTH IT, dammit) the secretary laughed and handed them back the money and told them that "Missy Edgewood welcomes you to the neighborhood. It's taken care of." and Nessa had had a moment of sheer, utter, overwhelming gratitude. She would have to thank their new friend later, when she didn't feel like bursting into tears on a regular basis.

( ... )

Nessa had another phone call to make to Jayne Penn.

( because she promised to keep her updated. )

Kayleigh possible PBs

Emma Barclay: http://delineate.insanejournal.com/18339.html#cutid1 (cheeks, adorable)
Heather Matarazzo: http://delineate.insanejournal.com/26571.html#cutid1 (she's just got the look)
Mary Elizabeth Winstead: http://stopwars.insanejournal.com/9045.html (locked. But she's got the cheeks and the chin!) (here: http://spock.insanejournal.com/11033.html)
Emilie Dequenne: http://pigalle.insanejournal.com/11206.html (locked. CHEEKS. ZOMG.) (here: http://img-tbhl.theonering.net/yabbfiles/Attachments/emilie_dequenne.JPG)
Emily Perkins: http://windmill-icons.insanejournal.com/3339.html (because I'm obsessed with her, OKAY?) Also: http://roonil.insanejournal.com/17486.html
Ryan Newman: http://windmill-icons.insanejournal.com/17065.html (obv. little!Kayleigh if used... she's SO ADORABLE)
Alexa Vega: http://maxicons.insanejournal.com/3267.html#cutid1 (cheeks, grin, hair, plus? She's totally rockin')
Vanessa Lengies: http://asylums.insanejournal.com/peoplesquared/26570.html (locked, but here. The nose, the cheeks, the attitude... I love her. >.>)
Sasha Cohen: http://swansong.insanejournal.com/44498.html#cutid1 (cheeks. seriously, cheeks)





Jagger possible PBs

kidlet:

Joseph Castanon: http://asylums.insanejournal.com/textless/44325.html#cutid1 (See my obsession with CHEEKS, dammit)
John Francis Daley: http://the-twilight.insanejournal.com/7680.html (umm... because he reminds me of Caz?)


older:

Mike Bailey: http://delineate.insanejournal.com/25990.html#cutid1 (glasses like mom, chin like dad, adorable expressions) More: http://asylums.insanejournal.com/cosmicons/25287.html
Christopher Mintz-Plasse: http://asylums.insanejournal.com/cosmicons/10824.html#cutid1 (glasses, cheeks, goofy!)
Patrick Fugit: http://dearfrankie.insanejournal.com/13969.html (cheeks and scruffy bastard like dad)
William Beckett: http://asylums.insanejournal.com/iconix/701.html#cutid1 (yes, yes, I know, he's younger Nicky, but since I hardly ever PLAY younger Nicky... he's adorable and pouty and reminds me a lot of Nessa. :D)





Donner and Cherry's kid possible PBs

Female

Morgan York: http://swansong.insanejournal.com/40710.html#cutid1 (wide eyes, blonde hair, perfect pouty faces! young!D/C daughter)
Getty Images Kiddo: http://icontherocks.insanejournal.com/4520.html (blonde, pouts, eyes, just AMAZING. young!D/C daughter)
Flux Suicide: http://community.livejournal.com/burlesque_show/57077.html#cutid1 (ZOMG SHE'S ADORABLE)
Allison Mack: http://possiblepbicons.insanejournal.com/16574.html#cutid1 (she's cute as hell, has an adorable grin and just makes me think it's Donner and Cherry made over again. :D)

Male

Imants Rozalinskis: http://roonil.insanejournal.com/5122.html (because the third teaser one made me go o.O)
Alex Band: http://possiblepbicons.insanejournal.com/6597.html#cutid1 (he's totally Cherry if Cherry had never gotten on coke, with Donner's little smiles. LOOK AT HIM.)
Paul Boche: http://community.livejournal.com/burlesque_show/54882.html#cutid1 (he's got that scary skinny thing going on, without looking like h's all totally coked out. >.>)

ooc: When/If someone calls to check up on Nessa at Deacon's house, they will be greeted by a horribly creaky-voiced Ness who is currently suffering from a hell of a bout of bronchitis.


Nessa was curled under 4 blankets and still shivering, cursing Deacon under her breath every time she moved enough for the frigid blasts of air to sneak to her skin. Why did he have to keep his house so COLD? She refused to believe it was 74 in the house. REFUSED. Period.

She was fucking miserable. The second day she'd been at the house, she'd finally told her brother to take her to the hospital, and she'd been diagnosed with bronchitis and a UTI, plus an ear infection. She was quite literally in hell.

And she was still pissy. Which didn't help the fact that she felt like shit. Grar. Plus, the baby (their daughter. That was going to take some time to get used to) was playing a rollicking game of soccer or something. Whatever it was, it hurt. And it was annoying enough to make her press her hand into her stomach and scold the baby over and over to "please please PLEASE knock it off, baby. It fucking hurts, okay?"

Mostly, she was laying about cursing a lot and trying not to cry. If she'd been in her right mind, she'd have known that she was being a stubborn bitch who just needed to buck up and deal with her life and not run away every time something got a little hard. But then, her NOT right mind reminded her that things were new and TERRIFYING right now and being 18 meant she had very VERY few coping mechanisms that weren't drinking, drugs or other really screwed up stuff.

Oh whatever. She was tired of thinking. She turned over in the bed and tucked the covers under herself, cursing loudly when a blast of arctic chilled air slipped under them. Then she tucked her chin under the blankets too, and let herself drift to sleep.

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Nessa called a small women's clinic in Hubbard Lake and got an appointment for the next day. They were really nice about everything, which was a great bonus.

It was outstandingly amusing to her to drive the van full of everyone the 33 miles to Hubbard Lake. Mostly because the atmosphere of the van was celebratory, and a little... well, twisted. Cherry and Donner were high, of course, giggling and acting stupid. Cherry started tossing dry bread at Caz's head and snickering every time one hit. By the time they pulled into the parking lot of the clinic, Nessa was laughing so hard she thought she might throw up. Especially when Caz set about to give Cherry his best growly face. It was so cute.

She shook her head at them all. "That's it. If you two don't knock it off, I'm dragging Bells and Donner in and you, my love, can stay in the van with your buddies." She knew that would get him. The threat of not getting to see his baby on the screen would do it if nothing else would.

Now that things weren't so pressing with money, Nessa knew she should call Deac and just talk. Tell him about the baby and everything...

So, she waited until they were settled into the hotel, then used the calling card again (the idea of just making a long distance phone call never even crossed her mind) and dialed his number.

She bounced a little on the bed, waiting for him to pick up, chewing on her thumbnail. She wasn't used to being quite this nervous, especially when it came to Deacon... but she was nervous about what he was going to say. She was, after all, barely 18, and Caz was nearly 30... She bit her nail more. Fuck. She hoped he wouldn't be pissed off. Gah.

At 5:30, Nessa drove the van down to the nearest grocery store to pick up the money from Rowan. She left everyone in the car until she got the cash, because she knew it'd overwhelm the customer service clerk if they all piled in. After all they were loud as hell and tended to look like exactly what they were-a bunch of junkies in a big group. The good thing about driving there was they could pick up some actual food once she got the money. She loved her brothers. Officially.

She danced a little in line, waiting to get up to the customer service counter. She was sure she looked silly, since she was quite literally becoming all belly and her little dances were awkward. Oh well. She was having fun and fuck anyone who didn't like it.

She got up to the counter, her form already filled out except for the amount. Since, you know, she didn't know the amount. She pushed the form across the counter and waited while the girl typed in the information, her eyes going wide. "Um, I have to call the manager..." she said, blinking. She reached over, calling on the intercom as Nessa's brows drew together.

The manager came up, looked at the screen and coughed. "Do you have any ID?" he asked, looking her over.

"Yeah, but it should have a question? The answer is Sebastian... Cale's middle name is Sebastian. Is everything okay?"

The manager nodded, taking her ID as she held it out. "It's fine, it's just with an amount that's this large..."

She blinked, tilting her head a little. "He didn't tell me what he was sending... H-how large?"

The manager frowned. "There are several transactions..."

She let her eyes go wide, knowing that the highest amount that could be sent in one transaction was $999. Several transactions meant...

"Holy..." she said softly.

---

By the end of it all, she had filled out several forms, and she walked out to the van with the money tucked in her purse. She opened the door, tilted her head and grinned widely. "So, who wants a hotel room, a restaurant dinner, and to get the fuck out of Alpena?"

Let them figure THAT out.

Nessa used her last $10 for a phone card. There were calls that had to be made, after all. And if she did it right, she'd have well more than the $10 at the end of it, anyway.

She dialed the familiar phone number to Deacon's place, pacing and biting her lip. Shit, the answering machine. He wasn't home. She made a small noise of frustration as the machine went through it's spiel, then put on her best "I'm the baby of the family and you love me amazingly, don't kill me 'k?" voice.

"Hey Deac. It's me. I'll try calling you again in a while, but I've got some stuff I need to talk to you about. Umm... Just... Yeah, I'll call you back soon."

( two more phone calls )

She hung up, smiling and hugging herself a little as she turned to go back to the van. She'd call Deacon later. She was frigging exhausted.