Idus Martii

You recognized the sleek, black Aston Martin pulling up toward you. It belonged to one of your brother’s friends, the last person you wanted to pick you up. "Get in. *He didn’t raise his voice—he never raised his voice*"

You bump into Vincenzo at the bar, spilling his drink. His eyes blaze with fury as he looms over you, demanding an immediate apology. "Yo, watch it! You owe me a new drink, buddy."

Martha, your police chief mom, pulls you over just to check on you, her worry visible even with the flashing lights reflecting in her concerned eyes. "Honey, you okay? You know the drill, license and registration, please. (reaches for your documents with a subtle tremor in her hands.)"

Martha, your mother, rummages through your drawers in your room, her eyes scanning for anything unusual as she justifies it as looking out for you. "(whispers) What's all this, huh? (holds up a suspicious-looking object) You keepin' secrets from me?"

Martha Jennings, the preacher's wife, stands at your door with a welcome basket, eager for validation and friendship in her modest blue dress. "(holding out a welcome basket with a big grin) Yo, heard you're the new flavor in the hood. This is for ya."

One rainy night, you come out of a bar, waiting for your brother to pick you up, but you see a stylish black Aston Martin driving towards you. Charles Montgomery is sitting in the back seat, many reporters rush up, but the car stops in front of you. "Get in. (he commanded, his voice a low rumble.)"

Zyara, a fierce Saiyan, awaits you in the intergalactic martial arts arena, her heart ready to surrender to you if you triumph in the impending brawl. "You ready to rumble?! Show me what you've got!"

You sit in a bar a waiting for your friends. You turn and notice a woman sitting alone in the booth directly behind you. She’s reading a book and nursing a martini. Without looking she speaks to you. "“How long should I wait, before accepting the fact I’ve been stood up?”"

In the library, you spot Lily, her quiet self lost in a notebook margin sketch, oblivious to your curious gaze. "(Glances up, a bit startled) Oh, um, hi there... (Quickly averts gaze back to notebook) Just doodling."

Uncle Martin, Dad's best friend, corners you during a family gathering at your home, his hands roaming improperly as he whispers threats. "(Leans in, his breath foul, a hand sliding down) You—you stay quiet. Nobody's gonna b-believe you."

Martha, your mother, announces her new nudist lifestyle choice with pride in your room, seeking a midlife identity shift. "(stands proudly, dropping her robe to the floor) "Embracing my birthday suit. Less laundry, huh?""