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[url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2INLBsRYVBs][imgright]http://i1062.photobucket.com/albums/t482/la_bella_notte/white_zps0f31b4e71-1.jpg[/imgright][/url] [imgleft]http://i1062.photobucket.com/albums/t482/la_bella_notte/PicMonkeyCollage12.jpg[/imgleft] [list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list] [size=11][color=#9D6B84][b]"Kimberlie, please don't make me do this."[/b][/color] It was perhaps the most used group of words in Kimber Locks' vocabulary. When the Locks twins were growing up, Kimberlie would come up with hare-brained schemes and dangerous ideas that would more likely than not be peppered with Kimber's pleas to be left out. He didn't mind taking the blame with her, but that didn't mean he wanted to do it. When they were seven years old, Kimberlie was pushing Kimber out the door. [color=#674C47][b]"Stop being a baby, Kimber! Nothing's gonna happen!"[/b][/color] His sister's coercing voice filled his head quite painfully as he stood at the base of the gigantic old maple tree in the front yard of their house. [color=#9D6B84][b]"I don't think this is such a good idea..."[/b][/color] That was perhaps the second most used group of words in Kimber's vocabulary. Well, as usual, his predictions were right. For the next six weeks, Kimber's arm was in a cast. And, as usual, Kimberlie seemed to forget that it was her suggestion in the first place and came up with more ways to torture Kimber. Of course, he would follow her around like a lost puppy. Kimberlie was his twin, after all. Some eighteen years after the tree incident, Kimberlie was all but pinning Kimber down on his bed while she tied the silk tie around his neck. It felt like the hangman's noose itself. [color=#9D6B84][b]"Kimberlie, please don't make me do this."[/b][/color] Kimber's eyes were wide and pleading, his voice already shaking with stress over the upcoming event. Just half an hour earlier, Kimberlie had walked out into the [url=http://homeblogdesign.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/Luxury-Penthouse-Apartment-Located-in-Budapest.jpg]living room[/url] where Kimber had his eyes closed, all dressed up to the nines, and announced that he was accompanying her to the unveiling of sorts of the new team of heroes. Kimber was less than thrilled. [color=#674C47][b]"Stop being a baby, Kimber!"[/b][/color] He should have known better than to expect for her to let him off the hook. [color=#674C47][b]"I need to be there to cover the story, and I am [i]not[/i] going alone."[/b][/color] Kimberlie finally finished with her task at hand, and Kimber was allowed to stand up. Tugging at the thing to loosen it up a bit, Kimber looked at himself in the mirror and scowled. [color=#674C47][b]"Stop making that face! You look great. I'll have the best looking date there,"[/b][/color] she said, lightly smacking him to make him change his facial expression. Kimber rubbed his jaw, keeping a wary eye on her as he tried to get used to his appearance. [color=#9D6B84][b]"No, I look awkward. I don't like how suits look on me, it doesn't fit right."[/b][/color] [color=#674C47][b]"Nonsense! Utter nonsense! I had it custom made for you, it fits you exactly how it's supposed to."[/b][/color] Kimber rolled his eyes. His sister and her fashion sense....it killed him. Jeans and a t-shirt, that's about as much effort as Kimber put into getting dressed. Despite Kimberlie's reassurances, Kimber still felt ridiculous. It was going to be a long evening. [color=#674C47][b]"Kimber, are you even listening to me?"[/b][/color] Looking up, Kimber realized that his twin had been asking him something and he'd been too lost in thought to notice. He shook his head absentmindedly. [color=#674C47][b]"That's what I thought... I asked if you've eaten yet. I know you just got home from work not that long ago."[/b][/color] Kimber again shook his head. [color=#674C47][b]"Well, it's your lucky day. Being the dutiful sister that I am, I made you dinner. It should be ready now,"[/b][/color] Kimberlie's tone had softened and she even offered him a smile. [color=#9D6B84][b]"Thanks, Kimmie. Means a lot,"[/b][/color] he said gratefully as he walked out of his room and to the [url=http://homeblogdesign.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/Vivid-Green-Colored-Plants-in-Luxury-Penthouse-Apartment.jpg]kitchen[/url]. [color=#674C47][b]"Aww, Kim, I'm touched. But if you spill any of that on your suit, so help me I will murder you in your sleep,"[/b][/color] she threatened with an all-too serious look on her face. Kimber merely laughed, and went to get plates, forks, and glasses for the two while she took the chicken parmigiano out of the oven. Kimber set their [url=http://homeblogdesign.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/Luxury-Penthouse-Apartment-With-Nice-Chandelier-Located-in-Budapest.jpg]table[/url], and the two sat down to eat. The whole [url=http://homeblogdesign.com/luxury-penthouse-apartment-located-in-budapest/]apartment[/url] screamed Kimberlie. Kimber had given her free reign on finding and decorating their apartment; she was the one who really cared about it anyways. His room was the only one that didn't have that sterile, modern look. It was simple in a rustic way, not a minimalistic way like the rest of the apartment. A bed, a dresser, some pictures. A plant on the windowsill. His golden retriever puppy's bed in the corner, on which the apartment's most recent addition never slept as he was always on Kimber's bed. It was all he needed. [color=#674C47][b]"How were things at the hospital today?"[/b][/color] Kimberlie asked as she set the main dish down on the table next to a salad and a loaf of french bread. Kimber motioned for her to get her food first while he talked. [color=#9D6B84][b]"It was good. We were finally able to release little Emily to go home with her family today. It's always sad when one of them leaves, they almost become our babies as well while they're in there. But at the same time it feels good to know that they're healthy and their families can fully love and appreciate them. The only other child in their family is a three-year-old boy; he's asked me every single day since she she was born when she was going to get to come home. It felt good to be finally able to tell him 'today.'"[/b][/color] Kimber smiled as he thought about his job. He loved it so much, he really did. There was nothing like being able to help others, and working with infants and their families every day? It was heaven. [color=#9D6B84][b]"How was your day?"[/b][/color] he asked Kimberlie as he dished himself up his own dinner. She chewed thoughtfully for a moment before she could answer. [color=#674C47][b]"Oh, you know, the usual. Almost got arrested for trespassing on private property today...but it wasn't too hard to wiggle out of that one. And I managed to get the story I was aiming for,"[/b][/color] she said lightly. Kimber had a sick feeling that he knew exactly what she meant by "wiggle." Kimberlie was a notorious flirt, but worse than that a.... [size=9]slut[/size]. Not that Kimber would ever, ever, [i]ever[/i] say that as it made him think about exactly what he didn't want to think about, and Kimberlie was his sister. He'd never say something so hurtful. It was what he heard other people say, at the different events she would drag him too. No one ever realized Kimberlie's twin brother was near them, as they either didn't know what he looked like or just didn't notice him, which was incredibly likely. After they finished eating, they quickly cleaned up the kitchen, brushed their teeth and popped some mints ([color=#674C47][b]"You can't walk into a gala with parmigiano breath!"[/b][/color] Kimberlie had said when Kimber expressed his thoughts of her going a little crazy), and then walked out of the apartment. Kimber made sure to double check that the door was locked after Kimberlie did it, and then they caught the elevator down. They were in the penthouse, and there was no way Kimberlie was going to make it down all those flights of stairs in her strappy high heels without hurting herself. When they got down to the parking garage, Kimberlie led them to her car, inside of which Kimber had to move her high-tech camera, box recorder, and notepad with pens and pencils. Other than this pile of stuff, her car was quite immaculate. Efficient and sharp, just like Kimberlie. The drive over was silent, at least for Kimber, as his twin did her normal thing and chattered all along the way. Kimber couldn't say anything; his throat was already closing up. Anything social was Kimber's worst nightmare, and Kimberlie dragged him to everything. You'd think he'd get used to it, but it never happened. Kimber suffered from severe social anxiety. They'd diagnosed him with depression and anxiety at a very young age, but Kimber didn't feel depressed. Perhaps he was though, and just didn't realize it. He couldn't ever remember feeling different though, so how was he supposed to be able to tell a difference? The only time when Kimber had actually recognized that he was depressed was that awful semester away from Kimberlie. [color=#674C47][b]"Kimber! Will you listen?!"[/b][/color] Kimberlie's irritated voice drew him out of his musings immediately. [color=#9D6B84][b]"S-sorry Kimmie,"[/b][/color] he gasped. [color=#674C47][b]"Aw, Kimber, please don't start that already. You're making me feel guilty now for bringing you."[/b][/color] [color=#9D6B84][b]"You should, anyways,"[/b][/color] he muttered quietly, but loud enough for her to hear. Kimberlie rolled her eyes and repeated what she had said earlier when Kimber wasn't paying attention. [color=#674C47][b]"Anyways, as I was saying. This night is really important. I have to get a good story on the event. So, to get in, you're going to stick to me like glue. Keep an arm around my waist. Make it look like we're together. And don't blow my cover; I've got wires and microphones hidden in my dress so that they won't realize I'm a reporter. These heroes can't find out that Kimberlie Locks is Hunter L., top reporter for New Forge Media. Otherwise I will [i]never[/i] be able to get a story on them. If anyone asks, we're benefactors of the team, okay? We help fund them. Got it?"[/b][/color] Kimber nodded; he wouldn't mess things up for his sister. He knew how important this was for her. Thanks to Kimberlie all but reducing the doorman to a puddle on the floor, the twins had no problem getting into the mansion. It wasn't a good start for Kimber; seeing Kimberlie work her charms as a temptress made him extremely uncomfortable. If it weren't for the fact that he loved his sister dearly, Kimber would have turned tail and ran out as fast as possible, though if he did Kimberlie could probably catch him, even in heels, she was so fast. Regardless, it took all of his willpower to not drag his feet and he did his best to appear natural. Judging by the look of exasperation Kimberlie gave him though, he must not have been doing a very good job. Things were already in full swing here, people talking and laughing and in general having a good time. Kimber felt dizzy. [color=#674C47][b]"Breathe, Kimber. If you pass out, so help me I will castrate you. Now, go get us drinks. You know what I like---on second thought,"[/b][/color] she trailed off as a dashing man, probably in his late twenties, came up towards her. [color=#674C47][b]"Kimber, go get yourself something to drink. And find something to occupy yourself with, it's time for me to do business,"[/b][/color] she whispered quickly, pushing Kimber away. Kimber rolled his eyes in annoyance and turned around. He didn't want to see what Kimberlie was going to do to get whatever it was she wanted. Taking a few deep breaths, he looked around until he spotted the bar. Kimber didn't really want any alcohol, but he had been so commanded by Kimberlie and so he would do as she told. It was much easier to just do what she wanted, especially in situations like this. [color=slategray][b]"What is your pleasure, sir?"[/b][/color] the bartender asked. [color=#9D6B84][b]"S-s-scotch, p-please,"[/b][/color] he stammered out, a flustered blush already beginning to form on his cheeks. 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