Uriel Kit Humber // D4 {FIN}

COMPARED to the lack luster, new-found life style, his immaculate childhood nostalgia felt almost like a drug. Even with the dick that was called his father, it was hard not to stay sober from the thoughts of such cinch problems. Back when the skid marks from sliding on concrete was the worst he could think of, and having to clean after himself instead of Caroline backing him up seemed nearly impossible. It is almost a shock for Uriel to remember that he even knew how to brush his own greasy, dark hair when he was a child, pretty much everything was taken care for him already. All rooting from the source of his father's cash, as Uriel Senior, or as many refereed to him as, "Senior" or "Ass", amassed enough from being a big name corporation to pay for everything his son and three daughters needed or wanted, while staying completely out of their lives.

Each of the Humber litter carried the same corresponding genes as their father, the same sepia hair and eyes, and equipped with almost the palest colour of the spectrum they could muster. Of course, by logic, they each had the same over achieving sweat glands and stunned height, except for Catherine, who by chance nailed six feet and can run a mile without starting to sweat. Gabrielle and Uriel, on the other hand, over exaggerated the curse of ephemera growth spurts, so living in Catherine's shadow was taken both literally and physically.

Despite often attending Jenette's and Catherine's "sleep over's" as a child, and having most of the make-up brought piled onto his face other than the owner's, he lived nearly in a sense of jealousy for his oldest sister, but in the life style he inhabited then, envy came as second nature. Still, having their father only recognize Catherine and her whatever while the other three sat ignored like the trophies awarded to Uriel for various things that never found his father's praise. The entire dilemma felt almost cliche to him, like his life was one of the bad sitcoms he and his sisters memorized with one of the maids, usually Caroline, out of pure ignorant boredom. Uriel always felt that kind of paradox creep by however, that even with all the money his father seemingly does not even attempts to gather, there was still nothing to do.

Sometimes there felt like there was too much to do, like all the make up work from school that sat in the trash can until Caroline or Jenette threw it away. Usually one of the girls would be pinned down for taking missed assignments home to Uriel, since burning time at school was a lower priority than wasting time in some random alley way with a stranger. The puzzle made no sense to him, because why bother? Why bother being trapped into some career path he was forced to make at the age of 18 that he might not even enjoy later? Yet, his "father", more or less made up words from a maid to discourage him, reminded him not to waste time on something, such as tattoos, since Uriel will regret them later, but he'd rather look at something he cherished at one point than be unhappy in a bothersome job.

Of course, he ignored the words his "father" spoke frequently, if he could not even show his face, then why should he have to listen to him. Caroline felt more like a parent than he did, because at least she was there to watch over them, even if she was the messenger from the father to the kids. Often, Uriel found himself drinking it up at some celebration for somebody's birthday he failed to recognize, because he knew the moment his father learned of it, he would be pissed. Anything that broke the "Humber" name was infuriating to the man, so it grew to be some of Uriel's favorite past times. Drinking, creating graffiti, skipping school, smoking, anything to stir anarchy, they were usually planned at some point in his day, every day.

Most of the people he faked a relationship to were usually nowhere to be found later on, since they seemed to take what they needed and then leave. Some people stayed, such as Finn and Nereus, but the bulk took a cigarette or two with them as well. Gabrielle still tends to remind him how sad it is that Nereus is one of his closet friends, since he is some form of empirical drug hook-up. He is still great to talk to, even with being dedicated to his form of "business", although Finn and his own style of business sat closer to Uriel than the other boy's now. Catherine would then add in how Uriel should get his own "business" and then Uriel and Nereus can be shady together, since Finn was not in the picture yet, but she felt he was going to end up bitter and drunk off anything anyways.

Nobody quiet expected Uriel to out live any of the three girls, even with him being the youngest, and the complete chaos a simple fire could insure had failed to reach Caroline's motherly instincts. Appearantly the dangers of a sparred wire did not reach the warnings of the three girls still at the house, as Uriel was already long gone drinking in the back of a dark room in some virtual stranger's home. But the chances of fire actually taking somebody's life in a district surrounded in fire seemed almost ironic, but the scenario playing out for both Catherine and Jenette in front of them failed to register the universe's joke past the cruelty. Neither did Gabrielle, who managed to crawl out the window, or their father, who ran in for Catherine but failed to run out. Caroline, too, failed to see past the calmaity of what occured, but Uriel found the sense of humour, buried down the bottle of the next whisky, and the answers to the joke in the one after. Maybe he would find a way to piece their family back together in the third whiskey after, and have the courage to visit Gabrielle in the hospital she got stuck in at the bottom wasting in the fourth in line.

Somehow they never came around, and the only thing still waiting for him was the next bottle in line and the money that stopped bringing happiness now that he needed it. How was it that, through out all this time he managed to be happy as a dime and completely lost in his own acts of rebellion, and the two that meant the least to him ended up haunting him the most? And that all he had to remember them by was that his Senior went in to save Catherine, but did he even think about Jenette, or that he and Gabrielle could have still been in there. Yet each bottle brought either another slur of unconnected dots, or the state of utter nonsense, but the line between deciding which was better became as blurred as he wanted the rest of it to be.