“Ouch!! Rollie- careful!! That hurts!!” Jenna whined as her brother
handed her a large pile of file folders. Rollie Tyler was trying to find
something on his atrociously messy desk, and was throwing all sorts of
things at his sister, Jenna Tyler. Well- his half sister. They had the
same father, but different Mothers. And 16 years age difference between
them. Jenna was having a hard time keeping up with all of the junk her
brother was handing her because she had a weak arm; she had been shot in
her left shoulder a few weeks ago and the sling she had become so
dependant on had been taken away from her by the doctor. So not only was
the arm weak, it also hurt like hell from the weight being forced on it.
“Aha!!” Rollie shouted, proudly displaying two sets of plane tickets
that, after all the get-on-the-plane-here-get-off-the-plane-there, would
take them to Australia.
“Uh...Rol....” Jenna said,trying desperately not to drop the pile of
books and papers that her brother had handed to her. He turned around
and grabbed the pile just as it began to fall.
“Sorry.” He said absentmindedly. Jenna just glared at him.
“C’mon,” she said, brushing the dust off her hands, “We’re gonna miss
our flight.”
*******
An hour later, the siblings were in the back of an airport limo in the
middle of a traffic jam.
“Stop it.” Rollie said irritably to his sister, who, out of sheer
boredom, had began bouncing her head on the back of her seat. She turned
her head to stare at him sadly with her deep brown eyes, and being met
only with his glare of disapproval, leaned foreword dejectedly. Her soft
brown hair fell over her face and she made no move to brush it away.
Jenna and Rollie were related very obviously; they looked, acted, and
even spoke the same, with a distinct Australian accent. But Jenna’s was
a bit thicker than her brother’s, she having been in the US of A a grand
total of 21 days; Rollie having been there a good few years. Both had
light brown hair, although Jenna’s was almost to her mid-back, just past
the bottom of her shoulder blades. They both had the same jawline and
skin tone, the same smile. Save for the fact that Rollie’s looks were
masculine and Jenna’s were feminine, they looked uncannily alike.
Basically the only thing that was an obvious difference was that Rollie
stood almost a foot taller than his sister, save for a couple of inches.
And that Jenna had to wear glasses. But she wasn’t wearing them now.
“How long have we been in this spot?” Jenna asked miserably. Rollie
glanced at the watch on his left wrist.
“Over an hour.” He said before pulling his jacket back over his wrist.
The special effects man was wearing navy blue suit jacket and slacks,
and Jenna thought they looked out of place on him, the man whom she
usually saw wearing bluejeans and a t-shirt of some sort. Under the
jacket he was wearing a white shirt with the first few buttons undone,
with no tie. Adding to the ‘strange look’, as the girl had now dubbed
it, was the fact that Rollie had all of his long hair shorn off, leaving
it shorter than most peoples. Shorter then most men’s, for that matter.
But he still looked like Rollie. Jenna, on the other hand, having taken
the almost day-long flight not long before and not wanting to spend the
17-odd hours in stuffy clothes, was wearing her faded bluejeans and a
white t-shirt under a denim shirt that was unbuttoned and tied at the
waist. On her way out she had also grabbed jacket of her brothers with
the “FX” logo embroidered on the shoulder of her sleeve. In Australia it
was summer, and even if they arrived at night it would probably be
pretty warm. In New York right now, though, it was winter and it was
raining, a cold, heavy rain that promised to freeze as soon as night
came and the temperatures dropped. Jenna looked out the cars window
sadly. The reason she and her brother were going back to Australia was
to take care of Geneva’s ‘estate’, as the man had said over the phone.
They had to go sell the house and most of Geneva’s things, and go get
what they could of Jenna’s. Most of that would have to stay in Aus. too,
though, seeing as her new accommodations had little space. Jenna
burrowed into her jacket and shivered. She would be happy to be back in
Oz. Aussie girls weren’t made for this kind of weather......
