Rory McCallum (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
crowschild) wrote2014-05-09 06:05 pm
crowschild) wrote2014-05-09 06:05 pm
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Rory Calls home #1
The phone rang twice before someone picked up.
“Thorn Hall, this is Simon speaking, how can I help you?” At eight, Simon was tragically serious as he answered the phone. In the background Rory heard Ceilidh shouting that it wasn’t fair, she wanted to answer it.
“Hey, Simon it’s -” Before he could finish speaking Simon started yelling.
“NANA!! IT’S UNCLE RORY! DO YOU WANT TO YELL AT HIM!?”
Rory sighed.
“Nana’s coming,” Simon then informed Rory in the same serious voice.
“HI UNCLE RORY! HAVE YOU GOTTEN ME A SPACE PONY YET!?” Ceilidh shouted and he could hear a struggling noise as the siblings fought over the phone.
“Hi Ceilidh and no, I haven’t gotten you a space pony.”
“Why not!?”
“Because it’s too early.”
“I want a pony!”
“I want a laser gun! Do they have laser guns?” Simon asked. “Oh. Here Nana.”
Holding his breath, Rory waited for his mother to speak.
“Rory, my little Fool, I suppose I should yell at you for up and leaving without telling anyone.”
“I left a note,” he said, not sure how his mother was feeling about the whole thing. Sometimes it was hard to tell. “And I am an adult.” He didn’t feel like an adult as he talked to his mother, but he felt the need to assert this.
“Yes, you left a note. And you are an adult. So, I’ll just say this. Don’t do anything stupid or get yourself killed. I’ll let Grace do the yelling for me.”
“Grace is there?”
“Yes. Here.”
Now Rory wanted to slink off into a corner and hang up, but he stayed on the line. “Hey, sis.”
He got a long string of expletives insulting his intelligence, his sanity, and everything else about him from his twin sister. In the background he heard what sounded like Grady and Siobhan egging her on and tossing out their own two cents.
“Are you done?” he asked when she paused for breath.
“For now. I’m still mad at you. You could have waited.”
“No, I couldn’t. I had an hour to get ready.”
“You could have waited.”
“You were out of the country.”
“You’re being annoyingly logical. So what have you been up to?”
“You could always come.” Grace grunted neutrally at that suggestion. He then launched into a description of what he’d been up to. The yurts. Yes, Squirt was fine. He adopted - was looking out for a teenage girl. That earned a snort of disbelief. Tina was very nice he assured them and very un-McCallum like. No, he hadn’t gotten into any trouble, but could Maeve get him the recipe for her low impact explosives? (She said maybe).
“And then I decided to try and run for sheriff.”
“What?” Grace asked, incredulously.
“I’m running for sheriff.”
She laughed. She laughed a lot. The others asked what was so funny and she said, “Rory’s running for sheriff in the cowboy place!”
And that set the others off.
Rory rolled his eyes and waited patiently for them to finish laughing. It took a few minutes. He hated his siblings.
“Do you get a badge?” Simon asked, having wrested the phone away from Grace who sounded like she was gasping for breath.
“I don’t know.”
“If you get a badge can I be made deputy?”
“I WANT TO BE MADE DEPUTY!!!”
“You’re both a little young.”
“So!?”
“Your mum wouldn’t like it.”
“Aww…” Ceilidh and Simon said it in unison. It was kinda funny and he smiled.
“Give me that,” Grace said. “So. You’re doing okay there?”
“Yeah. I am. I miss you though. I miss everyone, of course.”
“I would hope so,” she sniffed. “Is that it?”
“Yeah. So far. I’ll let you know if anything else exciting happens.”
“You better. You moron.”
“Love you too.” He smiled. “Tell everyone I said hi.”
“I will. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
“I won’t.”
“Thorn Hall, this is Simon speaking, how can I help you?” At eight, Simon was tragically serious as he answered the phone. In the background Rory heard Ceilidh shouting that it wasn’t fair, she wanted to answer it.
“Hey, Simon it’s -” Before he could finish speaking Simon started yelling.
“NANA!! IT’S UNCLE RORY! DO YOU WANT TO YELL AT HIM!?”
Rory sighed.
“Nana’s coming,” Simon then informed Rory in the same serious voice.
“HI UNCLE RORY! HAVE YOU GOTTEN ME A SPACE PONY YET!?” Ceilidh shouted and he could hear a struggling noise as the siblings fought over the phone.
“Hi Ceilidh and no, I haven’t gotten you a space pony.”
“Why not!?”
“Because it’s too early.”
“I want a pony!”
“I want a laser gun! Do they have laser guns?” Simon asked. “Oh. Here Nana.”
Holding his breath, Rory waited for his mother to speak.
“Rory, my little Fool, I suppose I should yell at you for up and leaving without telling anyone.”
“I left a note,” he said, not sure how his mother was feeling about the whole thing. Sometimes it was hard to tell. “And I am an adult.” He didn’t feel like an adult as he talked to his mother, but he felt the need to assert this.
“Yes, you left a note. And you are an adult. So, I’ll just say this. Don’t do anything stupid or get yourself killed. I’ll let Grace do the yelling for me.”
“Grace is there?”
“Yes. Here.”
Now Rory wanted to slink off into a corner and hang up, but he stayed on the line. “Hey, sis.”
He got a long string of expletives insulting his intelligence, his sanity, and everything else about him from his twin sister. In the background he heard what sounded like Grady and Siobhan egging her on and tossing out their own two cents.
“Are you done?” he asked when she paused for breath.
“For now. I’m still mad at you. You could have waited.”
“No, I couldn’t. I had an hour to get ready.”
“You could have waited.”
“You were out of the country.”
“You’re being annoyingly logical. So what have you been up to?”
“You could always come.” Grace grunted neutrally at that suggestion. He then launched into a description of what he’d been up to. The yurts. Yes, Squirt was fine. He adopted - was looking out for a teenage girl. That earned a snort of disbelief. Tina was very nice he assured them and very un-McCallum like. No, he hadn’t gotten into any trouble, but could Maeve get him the recipe for her low impact explosives? (She said maybe).
“And then I decided to try and run for sheriff.”
“What?” Grace asked, incredulously.
“I’m running for sheriff.”
She laughed. She laughed a lot. The others asked what was so funny and she said, “Rory’s running for sheriff in the cowboy place!”
And that set the others off.
Rory rolled his eyes and waited patiently for them to finish laughing. It took a few minutes. He hated his siblings.
“Do you get a badge?” Simon asked, having wrested the phone away from Grace who sounded like she was gasping for breath.
“I don’t know.”
“If you get a badge can I be made deputy?”
“I WANT TO BE MADE DEPUTY!!!”
“You’re both a little young.”
“So!?”
“Your mum wouldn’t like it.”
“Aww…” Ceilidh and Simon said it in unison. It was kinda funny and he smiled.
“Give me that,” Grace said. “So. You’re doing okay there?”
“Yeah. I am. I miss you though. I miss everyone, of course.”
“I would hope so,” she sniffed. “Is that it?”
“Yeah. So far. I’ll let you know if anything else exciting happens.”
“You better. You moron.”
“Love you too.” He smiled. “Tell everyone I said hi.”
“I will. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
“I won’t.”