Post by Kira Noriye on Feb 22, 2006 20:14:31 GMT -5
Noriye stumbles into her quarters, beat after a long first day. She had recently been elected Vice President of the Federation and it had been a hard week of relocating and reorienting. Today had been her first day behind the desk--stressful to say the least. All she wanted to do was sack out on the couch and enjoy a nice quiet...
Hendrix's "Purple Haze" blares from the other room. Noriye groans.
Noriye: ARMAN!!
*Noriye's fifteen year old son had inherited his mother's passion for music. He was exceptional with the 21-century electric guitar...and not a bad singer to boot. Normally, Noriye found pleasure in listening to his tribute to Earth’s “Acid Rock” era. But not tonight. Tonight, she was too tired and she felt a migraine coming on.*
Noriye: *walking into his room, shouting over the music* Arman, could you tone that down please?! Arman!
*Whether he was ignoring her intentionally or just caught up in the music, Arman keeps jamming away. Noriye gets fed up and pulls the plug on his amplifier. The teen gapes at her, outraged.*
Arman: MOM?!?!! What…what’d you do THAT for?! I was in the zone!
Noriye: You must’ve been! I’ve been trying to talk to you for 15 minutes! (an over-exaggeration of course, but hey, anything to enhance her power play)
Arman: *groans, rolling his eyes* Fine. What do you want?
Noriye: What I WANT is more respect from YOU thank you very much! Your father and I taught you better than that.
*She looks around the room, noting the discarded homework that was carelessly strewn across the bed.*
Noriye: I see you haven’t done your studies. How many times have I told you…
Arman:*glares* I don’t have to take this.
*He brushes past with his guitar still in hand.*
Noriye:*wheeling around* KIRA ARMAN YOU GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!!!
*Arman doesn’t acknowledge her. This time he was ignoring her on purpose. Watching him leave, Noriye’s initial reaction was to chase after her son and drag his ass back there by the scruff of the neck. Thinking on it though, she decided that she was just too damn tired. She would chew his ass thoroughly when he came back. Noriye plopped down on the couch, savoring the temporary silence.*
Hendrix's "Purple Haze" blares from the other room. Noriye groans.
Noriye: ARMAN!!
*Noriye's fifteen year old son had inherited his mother's passion for music. He was exceptional with the 21-century electric guitar...and not a bad singer to boot. Normally, Noriye found pleasure in listening to his tribute to Earth’s “Acid Rock” era. But not tonight. Tonight, she was too tired and she felt a migraine coming on.*
Noriye: *walking into his room, shouting over the music* Arman, could you tone that down please?! Arman!
*Whether he was ignoring her intentionally or just caught up in the music, Arman keeps jamming away. Noriye gets fed up and pulls the plug on his amplifier. The teen gapes at her, outraged.*
Arman: MOM?!?!! What…what’d you do THAT for?! I was in the zone!
Noriye: You must’ve been! I’ve been trying to talk to you for 15 minutes! (an over-exaggeration of course, but hey, anything to enhance her power play)
Arman: *groans, rolling his eyes* Fine. What do you want?
Noriye: What I WANT is more respect from YOU thank you very much! Your father and I taught you better than that.
*She looks around the room, noting the discarded homework that was carelessly strewn across the bed.*
Noriye: I see you haven’t done your studies. How many times have I told you…
Arman:*glares* I don’t have to take this.
*He brushes past with his guitar still in hand.*
Noriye:*wheeling around* KIRA ARMAN YOU GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!!!
*Arman doesn’t acknowledge her. This time he was ignoring her on purpose. Watching him leave, Noriye’s initial reaction was to chase after her son and drag his ass back there by the scruff of the neck. Thinking on it though, she decided that she was just too damn tired. She would chew his ass thoroughly when he came back. Noriye plopped down on the couch, savoring the temporary silence.*